#thinking a little about a teacher I had once that would really noticeably lower my grades

[f4riedimples]

teachers pet

Pairings: katniss Everdeen x fem!reader

warnings: slight age difference(you can determine how much older katniss is than you for now),teacher/student relationship, affairs, talks of past trauma, g*le(1 mention)(no smut in this one sorry!)

summary: it was fucking beautiful, until it went too far.

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a/n: I am not promoting anyone to do this irl, don’t let this flop, changed the og summary(I can tag u in the og ss)

This was never how it was supposed to happen.

At first you just came in and it was innocent practice.

How did it become more?

You never thought that this would happen and you felt guilty about it. But you didn't wanna tell anyone because not only did you not wanna rat out Katniss but you still enjoyed everything she did those days and nights as well

Just last week you lied about having to stay longer for "extra practice" to someone. In reality you were doing something you weren't meant to be.

You were sleeping with your teacher.(bow and arrow instructor)The mockingjay.

Katniss Everdeen.

Were you proud of it? Not completely but did it feel good for both you and Katniss? Hell yes.

And shamefully you were starting to feel something deeper for Katniss. But you knew you couldn't express it. She had peeta. And besides. She's older than you.

She would probably just try to dismiss it.

But you'd still go back. Out of love and out of the shameful way you would moan underneath her and twitch as she gave you what you wanted.

That was good enough. For now.

Right now instead of where you both usually practice which is in the woods or at a training center she's told you to come to her house.

Once you knock you know there's no point of even pretending to train. She was gonna take you.

She opens the door with a warm smile that turns into a small smirk once she sees you.

"Hi there Girl Scout. Looking for someone?" She jokes before chuckling. You can't help but giggle before she makes room for you too come inside.

You take a look around the house you've only been too once. Or twice. Or three times If you can remember. It's been a few months since you and Katniss started this but you haven't been able to come over her house that much.

"Hey Kat." You speak before looking down with a certain look in your eye. Katniss can't tell if it's just a soft look or if you want her.

At the end of the day you know you're here to do more than just hang out.

She takes a seat next to you. "Well hi there." You turn your body and look Katniss up and down as if you're asking if she's ready.

She's been through so much because of gale, the capitol, president snow and coin. Maybe she needs a stress relief. Although she's never really brought it up it still makes you think she deserves this.

Especially when she's rough. She needs to get her anger out.

She simply gives you a light kiss on your jaw then cheek before finally giving one on your lips. You moan as she slips her tongue into your mouth and gets a taste of you.

You, of course, immediately kiss back. Why wouldn't you? You both love this after all.

You run your fingers through Katniss' hair as she

puts her hands on your waist to pin you in place. Oh, the ideas that are coming to your pretty little head.

Just before you and Katniss can actually get down you both hear a knock on the door and immediately separate.

You instinctively whisper. "Who the hell is that?"

You ask with wide eyes before she speaks with a non whisper.

"I dunno." She shrugs casually and calmly before getting up with a sigh. She walks to the door but stops midway before turning around and speaking with a lower voice.

"Oh, and just so you remember, I don't think anyone would think anything If they saw me with a younger girl. Even if you're my student." She reminds you casually before turning around and walking back to the door.

She opens it and sees Johanna. "Well hey there brainless."

You see the smile on Johanna's face before she notices you and squints hers eyes slightly. Could she already be suspecting what's going on?

If she did you wouldn't be surprised since Johanna is pretty smart. As they talk you head to the bathroom and when you're out you get a bit of curiosity.

You decide to head to Katniss' room and go inside.

It's of course empty since she's downstairs with Johanna so you take opportunity to be nosy and look around.

You decide not to look on her dresser because that might have some precious things from her family but you do decide to look around and move towards her bed ready to take a seat.

Before you can however, you hear someone open the door and immediately turn around almost scared that it's Johanna or haymitch came over. Even worse:peeta.

Once you turn around to the person ready to explain you see it's just Katniss with a slight smile. "Hey baby. What are you doing in here?" She asks a little confused.

"Oh- I just didn't wanna interrupt what you and Johanna were talking about." You say with a nervous chuckle. Before you can apologize Katniss puts her hands on your shoulders.

"Oh that's no problem. You're always allowed in my room as long as you don't snoop around." She says calmly which you reply with a head nod. "Okay!"

And before you know it Katniss pins you against the wall. She of course had no intent on actually doing anything with you exactly at this moment but she liked seeing you nervous.

"Um- well this seems fun." You reply starting to shake the nerves off. Katniss gives a light hearted chuckle. "That's a good girl." She says before giving you a kiss on the head.

It was gentle and sweet which is something you liked about Katniss. She's didn't make you feel pressured into anything but she also didn't make you feel like a child.

It felt like a normal relationship.

"Now cmon. I think Johanna wants to see you." She says before taking your hand and leading you down

stairs. Once there you both immediately have a seat.

"So how've you been brainless junior?" Johanna quips mockingly. But not seriously at the same time.

It was an insult that she didn't care if you fight like but she also wasn't her intent to make you possibly upset.

You laugh at the nickname usually meant for Katniss. "Doing just well hothead." You spoke the half truth.

This was gonna be an interesting ride.

You and Katniss weren't getting to do anything which internally made you nervous and a little irritated not just for yourself but mostly katniss since you know that's probably the main thing she cares about doing with you.

You could tell by the look in her eyes she was upset especially when Johanna made a comment about inviting haymitch.

You saw the time and realized that your "lessons" were about to end. You get up from where you rested and head towards the door, followed by Katniss.

Katniss turns you around and looks at your face realizing that you're on edge. "What's wrong?" She asks as if she doesn't know.

You whisper trying not to feel any certain way.

"Because what do you think? Why didn't you tell me Johanna was coming over?" You ask trying to keep your composure. It's not like you mind Johanna's presence but this wasn't the time.

Katniss sighs before whispering back. "I didn't know okay? Besides you're acting like I'm upset we didn't have sex. I'm just upset we didn't get to spend a lot of time together." Katniss speaks pretty honestly causing you to sigh in a mix of relief and guilt.

Maybe you should've came quicker. (Something both you and Katniss have said before)

"I just- i thought that was the plan today." You say causing Katniss to roll her eyes at the idea. "Yeah."

"I did want sex. But I also wanted to see you just to see you." This wasn't one of the days Katniss just wanted to see you out of horniness which surprises

you.

"Oh..." Katniss softens up a bit. "We don't need to

have sex twenty four seven. Some days I really just wanna spend time with you." She speaks truthfully but you can't help but remember a thought just as

you were gonna smile.

"You have peeta. You don't need some random girl, someone you're training on the side." You whisper almost as if you're really getting upset now.

Katniss doesn't get mad immediately and actually seems a bit concerned and like she's trying to calm you down. Maybe just so Johanna won't hear or her suspicions.

"Listen, I know that. But I wanted you too. Why is that such a problem? We have each other now." Katniss says, developing a bit of attitude.

"So what? This is stupid. I can't keep doing this to myself Katniss. I might never be able to be with you like I want to not only because of my age. But because you're with peeta." You whisper your argument to Katniss. Trying to keep your emotions at bay.

Katniss starts with her feathers a bit ruffled. "It's it fucking stupid. I want you both. That's what I'm gonna get. Because you're perfect. I love you."

Katniss ends soft. She had never said this before.

Maybe she was just as deep as you knew you were.

There might be no going back on your emotions. You look up a bit stunned. "Okay.." you say a bit confused. Could this be true? "I- I love you too."

You spoke then giving Katniss a smile. Then you left.

Too blinded to turn back.

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #johanna mason #i already wanna make this a series #it was fucking beautiful until it went too far #teachers pet #dystopia #hunger games #johanna mason x reader

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teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

acceptance; remus lupin

synopsis: remus's student confides in him something that's been plaguing them.

warnings: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP, father figure remus ong, trans (ftm) reader, f/n: friend name, f/n doesn't know y/n is trans

reader's pronouns: he/him

"y/n?"

y/n looked up. he had been stuck in That Feeling for the third day in a row now, and it was hurting him. he was forgetting to do basic tasks such as eat and make your bed. he was barely talking, and had no will to go to classes.

"yeah?" he croaked, suddenly aware of the class's eyes on him.

f/n eyed him. "are you okay?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."

turning f/n nodded to professor lupin. "she's fine."

y/n visibly shrunk back at being referred to as "she". the fucking pronouns followed him everywhere, tormenting him and telling him he wasn't a "him", but a "her". it made him feel a way that he couldn't describe.

at least the lesson continued, and all eyes moved back to lupin.

y/n spent the rest of the class in an uncontrollable daze. his head was spinning, but not quite enough to want to get up and leave. though not soon enough, class was dismissed.

the milling of students past him finally grounded y/n back, but his name being called alarmed him.

"y/n? will you stay for a little bit?" professor lupin asked, scarred face patiently awaiting the answer he knows he'll get.

y/n swallowed. "yeah."

once the last pupil was out of the room, remus turned to his desk and waved his hand. within moments, two steaming mugs appeared side by side.

"cocoa?" the professor asked with a smile. "i know it isn't really the season for that, but i think you'd like this better than the tea i've been drinking lately," remus explains. y/n slowly stands up, and takes the cup from the professor's hands.

"oh don't worry. there's no truth serum in this, i solemnly swear." remus stated before taking a sip.

"so, dear child, what's been on your mind as of late?" remus finally asked.

y/n looked down, back slouched violently. "i- it's truly nothing. just stress, i guess."

it was a pity y/n was a bad liar when upset. "i won't judge. i simply want to know what the change in attitude is about," remus explained, eyes trained on the teen in front of him. "if this is a family thing... well, i had a friend who... if it's a family thing just say so and i'll leave you alone of you so please."

y/n felt horrible. he felt like the professor genuinely cared. and all the emotion in his voice was stabbing y/n in the heart. "i'm trans- transgender," y/n whispered, eyes to the floor.

he barely registered the mug being taken from his hand, or remus leading him gently to the floor, but he didn't realize he was openly bawling into his professor's arms. "i'm trans, professor," he sobbed, gasping on air.

remus soothingly shushed his cries, and patted his back in a fatherly way. it pained remus to see one of his favorite students so upset.

five minutes flew by. y/n sniffed miserably as he harshly wiped tears from his eyes. "are-are you gonna t-tell dumbledore?"

"would you like me to?" remus asked.

y/n shook his head.

"what do you go by?" remus asked quietly.

"still y/n but i'm thinking of going by something else. my, uh, pronouns, though, are he/him," y/n explained, fingers knotting together. he hadn't told anyone that he was trans. this was huge.

remus smiled. "would you like me to use your pronouns in front of the class?"

y/n nodded. he hadn't thought of that question, but maybe hearing his pronouns from his favorite professor would help validate him.

remus grabbed the desk to help him up. grabbing the teen's hand, remus pulled y/n up. "i may have... something that could help make your voice lower..."

y/n looked up, wide-eyed. "really?"

the professor smiled at y/n's glee. "yes. it's a potion that i can give you the recipe too, but i don't have the ingredients," remus explained, summoning some potion book.

flipping through pages, remus finally found the page. grabbing a piece of paper, remus enchanted a quill to copy down ingredients, the process of making the potion, and when and how to drink.

y/n gingerly accepted the paper. "i- i really don't know what to say, professor...'' he trailed off.

"just a simple assurance that you'll be smiling tomorrow is all i need," remus chuckled, nudging y/n gently in the arm.

y/n felt wholly accepted by professor lupin, and the feeling made him want to cry again.

but all y/n could do was smile in gratitude and hope lupin knew how much this meant to him.

#remus lupin imagine #platonic relationships #father figure #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x male reader #angst to comfort #trans ftm #trans ftm reader #trans reader #harry potter #remus lupin x plus size reader #remus john lupin #remus loves sirius #tbh #slayed #slay bestie #defence against the dark arts #professor lupin #professor remus lupin #x reader #x male reader #x you

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NO HOMO || JUNG WOOYOUNG

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?"

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x male reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings/tags: Highschool!AU, Wooyoung and reader are 18!!Legal age!!, hand job, dirty language, kinda enemies to lovers?, porn with plot, needy schoolboys, dryhumping, naked humping

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw-deactiv @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main

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You shuffled your way through the long hallways, barely caring about lifting up your feet. You were so tired, you had barely slept last night.

All you could think about is stupid Jung Wooyoung and his stupid face. Why? Because he had flashed his abs during gym yesterday. You rolled your eyes at yourself, noticing you were thinking about him yet again.

The sight of a sweaty Jung Wooyoung flashing his abs confused you, wishing he would have flashed his lower region as well. Were you just curious? You couldn't possibly have any feelings for him, you weren't gay.

You probably were envious, wanting to be him, although that sounded crazy. Why would you wanna be like him? He was loud, annoying and acted tough, always getting in trouble. You wished to push his head through a wall.

Entering the classroom, your eyes immediately fell on Wooyoung. He wore his tie so messily you rolled your eyes as you plopped down on the empty seat in front of him. Can't he dress normally for once?

"Yah, Y/N, you're blocking my view, I wanted to stare at miss Kim's tits today," he whined, but making sure it wouldn't be heard by her. You looked at him, rolling your eyes at him. "Then scooch to the side so you can act like the pervert you are, Jung fucking Wooyoung."

He had the biggest smirk on his face. "You like it right? Being pervy? I see you checking out miss Lim's ass every time. And Haerin too, you wanna get into her panties don't ya? She probably wears those cute ones with a little bow on the front," Wooyoung grinned.

You scoffed, not believing his vulgarity. "That's not very respectful, Wooyoung." "I don't really care, she's not here is she? Your little girlfriend," he teased. You sighed. "Can you shut up for one second? Also, she is not my girlfriend, we just work together for the Biology project."

"Wow, you're cranky today? Didn't sleep well, huh? Bet you spent the entire night thinking about her, wishing you fucked her instead of your fist?" Wooyoung laughed. "You're a dickhead," you said, turning around as miss Kim wanted to start the class.

You couldn't focus on the assignments though, you only thought about what Wooyoung said. You weren't thinking about Haerin. You couldn't care less about her, actually. Sure, she was sweet and you'd rather find yourself obsess over a sweet girl like her than a dickhead like Wooyoung.

No, it's just body envy. He might be a dick but he's got a good body, you thought. Would he have a nice dick attached to that? Your eyes widened, smacking your book closed in surprise. The entire class looked at you, including Wooyoung as you felt his eyes burn in your back.

You excused yourself, signing to your teacher she could continue teaching. You heard Wooyoung's annoying muffled giggles. Would he giggle when he kissed?

No. This couldn't be happening, you thought. Not over Jung Wooyoung, a man. A boy. You shouldn't think about his cock. Or your cock in his mouth. You shouldn't. But his plush lips would be heaven, you were sure. This was just a phase, you decided. It'll be over soon.

-

Except it wasn't over, because three weeks passed and you still found yourself obsessed with him, watching his every move and feelings tingles in your stomach everytime he spoke up or looked your way.

You even caught yourself fantasizing about him briefly, but you quickly cut off that thought. But you couldn't help that you were falling for him. You were paired up with Wooyoung so much nowadays during class projects that it was impossible.

You two actually tried to be nice to each other, although you still annoyed the living shit out of each other. You almost thought, he might be checking you out too. His gaze on your lips, as if he thought about kissing them. His hand brushing against yours, reaching for the same thing. It must be a coincidence.

"Earth to Y/N?" You heard his voice right next to you, pulling you out of your absentmindedness. "Yeah? Huh?"

He grinned. "Come to my place tomorrow after school, we can work on this then because we need to finish it soon." You agreed, although that could've been a very stupid decision. Well, you'd have to find out, right?

-

You entered Wooyoung's house through the backdoor, as he had ordered you to do. Even then you knocked on the wooden doorframe, checking if he was there. "Wooyoung?" You called out. He showed up, still wearing his uniform, but with a loosened tie and his hair a bit messy. It was cooler, somehow, sexier. "Hey, come in."

Half an hour later you were seated in Wooyoungs bedroom, a place you thought you'd never visit. You were working hard on the new project, almost finishing it up. You dropped your pencil by accident and you and Wooyoung reached down to pick it up, faces ending up so close to each other you thought you'd faint.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips, his beautiful chocolate eyes staring at you. The two of you came up again, gradually, together, not moving an inch back. Before you knew it, Wooyoung placed a peck on your lips. Your eyes widened at the shock. The shock of him giving you a kiss as well as enjoying it and wanting more.

"I'm sorry-" he started to apologize, but you cut him off, pressing your lips on his once more. It was still a peck, only a longer one. You looked at him after a few seconds, pulling away from his face.

"What are we doing?" You breathed out softly. "I'm not sure." Wooyoung thought for a second. You tried to focus back on the project, but you could feel Wooyoung's warm hand on your thigh, making you freeze.

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?" Wooyoung asked. You both knew that wasn't entirely true. But it seemed like the perfect excuse for what you were about to do. You nodded and spoke, "No homo, man."

Wooyoung pressed his lips against you, leaning towards you. His plush lips were so soft, like a heaven full of pillows. Your lips moved against his, feeling him suck on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a tiny breathy moan.

The two of you grew needier as you pushed your tongue in his mouth. His hands started to roam over your body, but you felt like he wasn't close enough. You tried pulling him closer, but the chairs were in the way. Stupid chairs.

He made you stand up with him, pulling you towards his bed. His lips never left yours as he got you two to lay on his bed. Your hands roamed over your bodies, groping every part of flesh you possibly could. You couldn't help but growing a painfully hard boner after feeling Wooyoung's hands on your ass.

He rolled you over so you laid on your back, Wooyoung sitting on top of you. The print of his own hard cock in his jeans made you weak. Why did you like this so much? No. It was just a guy helping out this other guy, right? No homo.

But it didn't feel so straight as Wooyoung started rutting his crotch against yours, making you whine. He gasped as he humped you, holding your hands. "O-oh fuck," he moaned out, gasping loudly.

"Take it off," you told him and for the first time, Wooyoung obeyed to something. He shoved down his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his hard veiny cock. As he sat up to strip, you followed him, pushing down your pants and underwear as you untied your tie.

You unbuttoned each others shirts, your hands quickly roaming over his chest and delicious abs. He had a gorgeous body. A gorgeous cock.

Wooyoung aligned his length with yours, starting to rut against you again. It was uncomfortable, the dryness, but it was exciting you. "Wait," you ordered, spitting in your hand. You wrapped your hand around the two of your cocks, covering them in spit. You collected the bits of pre-cum spilling on the tip of your cock, smearing it over your lengths as well.

Wooyoung threw his head back as you rubbed the tip of his cock, whining out your name. You pumped his dick quickly, smirking as you noticed you were the one who had control over him instead.

"Y-Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out, body trying to hump against you again, fucking your fist. It didn't take long before he was moaning louder, coming over your hand, panting out. "Sorry, couldn't hold it," he excused himself as he took your hand, wrapping it around your own length so it was covered in Wooyoungs cum.

Wooyoung then wrapped his hand around your length, pumping it at a rapid pace. He kissed your neck as you moaned out. Not being able to take it, he aligned his crotch with yours again, humping you for the third time.

"Yes, yes, god," he moaned out. "F-fuck Wooyoung, Wooyoung!" "Y-yes, fuck, so good, Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out. Your nails dug in Wooyoungs bare, soft ass as you moaned his name, coming over your own chest in thick white ropes. Wooyoung came for a second time, mixing his cum with yours on your bodies.

You laid on each other, panting. You weren't sure what to do now but... it wasn't gay, right? You had said no homo.

No homo, right?

Read part 2 here: Maybe Homo

#ateez #kpop #smut #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #oneshot #wooyoung x male reader #wooyoung makes me feel things

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⤷⠀˖ Pretty Girl⠀⁺. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Masterlist

₊˚୭ paring: neteyam x reader x lo’ak

₊˚୭ summary: how you, neteyam, and lo’ak became met as kids and became friends and they may or may not have developed an innocent crush on you <3 // this is their version of Young Love.

₊˚୭ authors note: Aeytemey(20) , Zawtxsu(8) , Reader(6) , Lo’ak(7) , Neteyam (8). Let me know if you guys would like a part two! I might be able to come up with something ~ // also I apologize if you find the hand feeding thing weird but I’m not gonna take it out because it’s not meant to be sexual- that’s all you if you think that, it’s just an act of love and care.

₊˚୭ na’vi words: tsmuke - sister , nantang - viperwolf

“Oh, bro! Your brother’s class tomorrow is gonna be so hard I already know” Neteyam groaned in annoyance to Zawtxsu who was the younger brother of Aeytemey, a young well-respected warrior who often taught the younger kids combat skills. “Yeah…It’s because Lo’ak kept making everyone laugh! and Aeytemey is very serious when he’s got his teachers mode on…it’s almost scary how different he is.”

“Come on bro, I wasn’t even doing anything on purpose! I really didn’t know how you were supposed to hold the spear! It was so heavy- I almost flew with the dang thing!” Lo’ak shouted from behind while jogging to catch up with the two older boys. “You were holding it too close up top, when you hold the spear you have to hold your right hand 3 inches from the bottom and your left 6 inches from the point.” Zawtxsu explained to Lo’ak showing him the correct way while pointing to the spear in his hand.

“Well, your brother is the teacher! Of course, you would know that” Lo’ak argued back with his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “Brother, even I knew that…You were just not paying attention” Neteyam piped in, chuckling at his brother while shaking his head. “... well…Whatever…I’m hungry” Lo’ak huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest as he tried changing the subject.

“How about you guys come to my home? We can all hang out and wait till Aeytemey gets back, he told me he was going out to pick some fruit!” Zawtxsu said that was quickly followed by a “yes! I’m starving!” and “sure, If it's not a bother”. And with that, the three boys raced to the home. Once they had reached the boy’s home they all sat on the wooden stools and made conversation to keep each other occupied till the older brother got back.

“Kaltxì Neteyam, Lo’ak. I didn’t know you guys were coming over” Aeytemey announced walking in with a basket full of fruit held on his side as he greeted the unexpected guest and looks at his younger brother with a raised eyebrow and a playful glare. “They were hungry! And you told me you were going to pick fruit so…I invited them over haha…is that okay?” Zawtxsu smiled sheepishly with his ears lowering in embarrassment.

“Well it’s a little bit of short notice don't you think? It’s fine though, you boys are welcome anytime. You guys are lucky I picked some extra fruit” Aeytemey smiled ruffling his brother's hair before walking to the other side of the home sitting down on a woven mat and placing the basket of fruit in front of him. “(Y/N)! Do you want to help me prepare the fruit?” he called out while beginning to pull all the fruit out.

“Who is (Y/N)?” Neteyem asked and turned his attention to his friend, confused. “Did your brother finally get a mate?” Lo’ak interrupted, also bringing his attention to the boy. “What? No! (Y/N) is my little sister!... You guys knew we had a sister right?” Zawtxsu said, looking just as confused as his friends were.

They all stared at each other in silence before a voice caught their attention pulling their eyes in the direction where the door was. “Sure! But I want to show Zaw the feather we found!” a young girl said while walking in and ran up to Zawtxsu shoving the feather she had found in his face, He laughed and grabbed the younger girl's hand pulling it away so he could get a better look. The feather was a rich blue color and faded to black at the tip with some white stripes on the edges. “Wow, tsmuke! It’s very pretty, where did you find it?”

Neteyam and Lo’ak watched the girl as she walked in with curious eyes. ‘Wow she's pretty’ they thought at the same time while both their tails swung behind them eagerly. Zawtxu gave a glance to his friends and took a mental note before looking back at his younger sister.

“I and Aey found it when we were picking the fruit! It was under the leaves!” She spoke excitedly while pulling her hand back and admiring the feather. “Do you want me to put it in your hair?” Zawtxu asked, the girl immediately nodded her head yes and took a spot between his legs, back facing him so that he could braid the feather into her hair.

As she sat down handing the feather to her brother she looked forward and was greeted by two unfamiliar boys staring down at her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you guys there. Kaltxì” She said, giving the boys a bright smile while waving to them with both hands. They returned a smile and waved back saying hello. “I’m (Y/N)! What is your guy's name?!”

Lo’ak, unbeknownst to him, started blushing as he stared more at the girl sitting in front of him, looking up at him with her doe eyes and an adorable smile that caused the corner of her eyes to crease. His tail behind him began to sway more as he introduced himself. “I’m Lo’ak…It’s nice to meet you,” He said slowly, his eyes drifting away from her, up and made eye contact with Zawtxsu who had been staring at him the whole time. Lo’ak quickly cleared his throat and turned away.

“I’m Neteyam, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N)! I hope we can become friends in the future” Neteyam smiled shyly at the girl. “The feather looks beautiful in your hair by the way,” he said while scratching the back of his head. The girl's cheeks slowly turned purple as she covered her face trying to hide the blush. “Thank you Neteyam! I think the beads in your hair are pretty!”

“Really? Oh uhm, thank you!-“ “I’m finished, now go help Aey” Zawtxsu cut the boy off and patted her head while helping her get up. She said a quiet thank you and ran to where the eldest brother was cutting up the fruit and sat down next to him. Neteyam and Lo’ak’s eyes followed her figure as she walked away.

“Can you guys not stare at my little sister like that? She’s off limits.” Zawtxsu said sternly with a slight glare as he watched his friends make googly eyes at his sister. “Wh-what? What are you talking about?” Neteyam stuttered, pulling his eyes away from the girl. “We weren’t looking at your sister..pfft…” Lo’ak replied while looking at his friend and rolling his eyes.

“Your tails have been wagging like baby nantang when seeing fresh meat.” Zawtxsu said with a deadpan expression. “Just stop it, it’s weirding me out, bro”

Finally (Y/N) and Aeytemey finished washing and cutting the fruit and it was time to eat. Everyone gathered around sitting in a circle with a plate in each of their laps, Neteyam sat next to (Y/N) and Aeytemey while Lo’ak and Zawtxsu sat in front of the three.

They all made small talk with each other, talking about their day and what they did, (Y/N) told the boys about when she went to the designer and learned how to weave a top piece, she went on about how she was going to design it with different feathers and pretty sparkly beads, all the boys just listened to her talk. Lo’ak and Neteyam especially as they listened to every word, watching how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was excited about.

While (Y/N) listened to Aeytemey lecturing Zawtxsu about how he holds a bow and Lo’ak laughing at him, she could feel eyes staring at her. She turned to the side, looking up, and met eyes with Neteyam, when she followed where his gaze was, it was on the yovo fruit that was on her plate.

“You like Yovo fruit too? They are my favorite but my brothers don’t like them that's why we only get one” the girl spoke to the older boy, blush filled his cheeks as he got caught staring. “Oh! Uhm..no-“ but before he could finish Lo’ak butted in. “Stop lying, bro! Yovo fruit are his favorite!” Lo’ak said while snickering.

(Y/N)’s ears twitched up at the news and smiled grabbing a piece of the fruit before holding it up to Neteyam. “Here! Have some!” Neteyam lifted his hand from his lap and went to grab the fruit out of the girl's small hands but before he could grab it she pulled back her hand with a confused expression.

“What are you doing? I’m trying to feed it to you!” She exclaimed and moved her hand up closer to the boy's mouth.

He gets taken back by her forwardness but realizes she probably didn’t understand how it was a little weird to hand feed him like how she usually did with her brothers, so he slowly leans in and takes the fruit in his mouth, a smile on his lips when he pulled back tasting the flavor on his tongue. Lo’ak was right, they were definitely his favorite.

Lo’ak watched with wide eyes, not expecting (Y/N) to feed him the fruit, hes stares in jealousy wishing that it was him who you fed the fruit to. “I like Yovo fruit too! (Y/N) they are my favorite too!” Neteyam looked over at his brother confused, Lo’ak hated yovo fruit…what was he talking about? “Lo’ak you said you hate-“

“Here! I have plenty to share!” The girl reached over holding the fruit up to the boy's lips, Lo’ak stared at the fruit in slight disgust but took it into his mouth chewed it quickly, and swallowed with a forced smile. “mmm m-my favorite!”

Aeytemey laughed to himself holding a cup of juice to the poor boy. “Here you look thirsty,” he said, giving Lo’ak a wink. Lo’ak silently thanked him and drank the whole cup trying to get rid of the horrid flavor in his mouth. “That’s what you get” Zawtxsu muttered under his breath while rolling his eyes at his friends.

“Oh! I have something!” (Y/N) said and abruptly stood up and rushed to her hammock, where there was a small chest underneath. She pulled it out and started digging through it, tossing some toys and clothes that had been in there. Neteyam and Lo’ak looked to the other set of brothers for an explanation but they just shrugged their shoulders and continued to eat. “Found it!” The girl shouted and ran back to the group who were still sitting down with something in her hand.

“I want all of us to be friends! So I made these special beads that you can put in your hair! They are the same as mine!” She said holding her hands out, Aeytemey cleared his throat and gave her a knowing look, telling her to be polite. “Only if you guys want to!..” she said looking down shyly. Aeytemey nodded his head in approval and patted her leg.

Neteyam and Lo’ak sat up and leaned over to look at the beads she held, they were small yellow beads with a design carved into them. “I would love one thank you (Y/N)!” “I’ll take one!” The brothers shouted while picking one out and holding it in their hands. “Yay, we can all match together now! Even Zawtxsu has one too!”

The boys look to their friend who had a grin on his face holding one of his braids and shaking it as if saying ‘you thought you were special huh?’

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[dreamypqulson]

— for the hope of it all

requested by anon: any sarah character / falling for your professor / happy ending

pairing: diane sherman x reader

note: reader is not a minor so it’s legal bffs!

word count: 2100

The end of the year was approaching and it wasn't as exciting as it typically is. Graduation was soon and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to count down the days with exhilaration. You wanted to leave school finally, yes, but you couldn't leave her.

Miss Sherman had been your English instructor for the entire year now. You had never got too close to any teachers throughout the years, but Miss Sherman was different. Almost as if she wanted to get close to you.

You had spent many after school hours with her -even if you didn't need extra help on assignments or the lesson. You would stay to help her, and maybe even fake stupidity so she could teach you one on one.

Your many absences had nearly disappeared at this point. You wanted to come, every single day, just so you could see her.

The bell rang and the class cleared out. You rushed to shove your papers into your bag as the room become quiet. "Y/n, can you stay back for a minute, honey?" Honey. She always called you that. You could say she called everyone that or she was just saying it to be nice, but if you looked back on the way she addresses other students, you’d be lying.

You hummed your approval and once your shaky hands managed to shove your folder into your bag, you placed it on your back and walked up to her desk.

She looked up at you and smiled, for just a moment it was silent. And you think your brain might explode with these long stream of thoughts. She leaned her elbows on her desks and propped her head in her hands. She’s in the perfect position for you to kiss her, and you’re right there, and nobody else is around. But you quickly shake those thoughts away. That is extremely inappropriate.

“You seemed very lost in your thoughts today. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes softened as she spoke. Everything about her was so welcoming and she felt just like the feeling of coming home after a long day. “Are you okay,” she asked, seriously this time.

You cleared your throat and nodded. In fact, not okay. It was far too difficult to pay attention with the blouse she wore today. The cut, not risqué, but lower than usual. “I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”

“Are you sure you’re just tired, sweetie? You don’t seem like yourself. Very flustered and on-edge.” If she wasn’t being so sweet, you would’ve thought that she was out to get you.

You fiddled with the straps of your bag. A nervous habit that you picked up on. Her eyes adverted to your hands and she noticed how fidgety you were being. “Positive. My mind was just running a lot last night and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.”

“Alright,” she smiled. You knew she wasn’t fully content with your answer, but she decided to let it slide. “Well you know i’m here for you if you ever want to talk.”

“I know. Thank you, Miss Sherman. Bye, have a nice weekend.” You begin to walk back out of the classroom, just as your name was called again. You turned back around and she was closer than you anticipated.

She seemed to be unfazed by the closeness of it all, but you were sure that she could hear your pounding heart. “Almost forgot; there’s a paper due on Mon—”

And, fuck, she looked so pretty close up like this. You tried your hardest to hold yourself back, you really did, but you truly wanted to sleep tonight and you couldn’t if all you could think about is how would her lips feel against mine.

You did it. You stood on your toes, because she was just a little bit taller than you, and kissed her. Simple and sweet, but there was no denying that it happened.

She looked shocked, and you weren’t sure if she was appalled or flustered. She was certainly trying to find something, anything to say. But before she could, you were already running out the door. “Shit! I’m— i’m so sorry, Miss Sherman.”

Diane stood there, beyond puzzled. You didn’t even give her the chance to kiss you back. If only you had waited just a moment longer.

-

Diane found you walking home from the school. Often times, she took another root, but she was running late leaving today and there would've been too much traffic. She wouldn’t have been home for another two hours from now. There was a frown on your face, a difficult look for the older woman to ignore. She was only trying to help, really— "Y/n! Need a ride?"

You turned to look into the car. You were startled at first; an unfamiliar voice calling your name. But you saw darkened amber locks and soft brown eyes shimmering as a golden river. You didn't hesitate to hop into the car.

And you should’ve. You really should’ve hesitated. Because not even an hour ago you were kissing the woman.

Still, you discovered solace in the warmth of her vehicle. The forth month of the year was warm but the evenings still chilled out anyone with a shirt shorter than the length of their arms.

Diane still had difficulty noting the cause of your gloomy aura. She decided to ignore your sorrow face and focus on the road ahead. The conversation was directed elsewhere, and you could finally take a deep breath. "What happened to your car?"

You looked over at her again and she looked nearly glad that you were walking. That she so happened to catch you when she could help out. "It's in the shop. It broke down yesterday evening."

"You could've asked me to drive you home, you know."

You leaned back and sighed. Her seats were so soft, so much so that you could fall asleep. Yet, your eyes remained wide open. Your mind ran too fast and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest so loud that you could hardly hear the words coming out of her mouth.

"I didn't entirely know if we are on speaking terms." You looked at the window to give off the impression that you didn't care about the conversation being held. But you did care. You care so much about everything and nothing.

"Of course we are, y/n. I'm your teacher—"

"Miss Sherman—"

"—Diane," She corrected you, yet stern as if she were talking to a misbehaving student. She is. You have to remember that.

"Exactly, Diane. I think we both know that it's much more than that." Your house came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Neither of you decided to make a move and it was then that you discovered that you were allowed to leave. “Like that time you kissed my forehead, or how you only call me honey and sweetie. It’s so much more, Diane.”

It was left at that. Neither of you wanted to admit the solemn truth because you both knew what you were doing to each other was wrong. Nevertheless, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care of stopping.

You wanted her, and she wanted you. That was that.

-

The following day, your feet dragged down the hallway to the English room. It was as if your ankles were locked in weighted shackles.

You were the last one to walk in. Everyone was already seated and chattering. Still, Diane watched you as you sat down, only making eye contact for a mere moment until you broke it. Her expression was unreadable which had to have been worse than anything. You had to sit there while she taught, unable to focus on the story on the board because of your own romance with your forbidden lover.

You suffered in this torture until you eventually excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a break, and frankly, you weren't sure that you would go back to class.

You sat in silence and held back rivers in your eyes so your mascara wouldn't smudge. It was until then that you heard the bathroom door open again. You rolled your eyes, aware that anyone who goes into the bathroom is only using it to smoke it out.

Gentle footsteps walked towards the last stall. The one you sat in. Steps as soft as if the person was floating rather than stepping. "Y/n?" The voice called out in a hushed whispered. Contained and hastily, as if your name was forbid to say.

You stood up and brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your shirt. You made no effort to walk out of the stall. You wanted her to find you herself. "Y/n, is that you?"

A her knuckles knocked against the stall door, echoing in the empty bathroom. You clear your throat and finally spoke up, "Yes it's me." Still, you could not bring yourself to open the door. You didn't want to see the face that you were disallowed to have. It pained you too much.

"Can I come in," there was hesitance in her voice, "I just want to talk to you." Your throat got caught up somewhere in your vocal cords. You opted to just unlock the door and move to the side for her to squeeze in.

There was not enough space between either of you, yet you felt two world apart. She gazed into your eyes, you don't know what she was trying to seek in them, but you assumed she was feeling the same things you were. Lust, desire.

It was a matter of seconds before she was kissing you. Or you were kissing her. You couldn't remember. Everything was foggy and you were caught up in a haze of the sweet vanilla taste of her.

You pulled away when you were brought to your senses by her hand on your waist. You were mere inches apart and you just wanted more of her but there were things to be said. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"There are so many things that I want to say to you," she exhaled some air. Her warm breath tickled your face, "but let's start with this."

And then she was on you again, but you weren't mad at it. You encouraged it. Urged in on. You ached for her. When her hand brushed against the hairs on the back of your neck, you arched your body closer.

You parted your lips and her tongue did not shy away from entering, exploring every inch of you. You moaned into the sensation, tugged on her shirt for something for your hands to do.

After nearly seeing heaven, you both caught your breaths in parting. She brushed away the stray hairs on your face, looking at you with a smile that could only be described as love.

"If that's what wanting to talk to me means," you took a deep breath and gulped, hard, "then please never shut the fuck up."

She belly laughed at you but then the school bell rang and it sent her into a slight sense of panic. "Shit, the class." She pulled away and everything suddenly felt cold. "Meet me at my car after school." She fixed up her hair with a simple flattening hand and winked at you.

Then she was gone, leaving you there with a pounding heart and aching lips.

-

The end of the day came slower than you cared to admit. The hands on the clock passed as slow as if a snail was dragging it along. And you wanted to curse her for doing this to do.

Yet you still found yourself racing to the parking lot as soon as the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. You never thought that you would want to hear that bell this badly before.

The redness on your cheeks pulsed and the cool breeze could not seem to settle that. Your heart beat; loud and heavy like a band banging on their drums. You could say that your rapid pulse was from walking so speedily, but you would be lying about that.

You could spot her leaning against her car with her arms crossed at her chest. She was grinning, ear to ear. A sly look on her face was prominent and helped you discover that she just wanted you.

You didn't know what had altered her perception on the relationship, but you didn't really want to know right now.

You walked up to her, body warmth radiating between you with the press against each other. You were her girl and you didn't want to hide that. She grabbed the back of your head and lightly pulled you closer by that. You touched her lips with your own, soft and sweet. And that was the moment you knew.

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[twighdark]

The more I think about my childhood, especially my primary school to early middle school years, i realize how messed up they actually were and I just didn’t notice thanks to my neurodivergency.

I was bullied, relentlessly. Not in the “gimme your lunch-money”-way, but in the *giving extremely convoluted game rules so you’ll get frustrated and leave* kinda way. The kids who I considered friends only kept me around for a handful of reasons:

- free entertainment because I was “too stupid” to notice them tricking/making fun of me,

- defending them against teachers since I was a good student and had some more breathing space,

- doing the homework they didn’t wanna do because it was “too hard” for them, and I just wanted to help,

- asking me favours they knew I wouldn’t come to collect,

- an extra birthday party to attend, and finally:

- me being far too understanding and not angry when they didn’t want me around for any reason.

The moment we hit 5th grade, the boy who I considered to be my best friend told me flat-out that he was not interested in being friends anymore. It hurt badly, especially since he was so nonchalant about it, but I just rationalized it away. we’d be in different classes, after all.

Nope, he had just never really thought of me as an actual friend at all. Turns out his grandmother had put him up to it, since she “felt sorry” for me.

A “good-luck letter” that we were supposed to write to one of our friends at the end of 4th grade, since some of us would be going to other schools, came from my homeroom teacher while I wrote something for said friend. But that was okay, since everyone else had already figured out who was writing to whom, and I had just been to slow to join a group.

Nope, they deliberately exluded me, since nobody was interested in writing to the weird, fat kid, and my teacher felt sorry for me.

In general, the only reason why adults always seemed to favour my opinion was because it coincided with theirs. I was a nice, hardworking, undisruptive student. I was an “old soul”. I was convenient. I was such a social outcast that they, while they felt sorry for me, could guiltlessly use me as the joykill rule-enforcer, since my social standing couldn’t possibly get any lower and I happily and dutifully followed every rule there was.

So much more stuff happened, or didn’t happen that should have, that this post could go on forever. And I didn’t even notice it until I was around 17, already better integrated into my environment because I finally perfected my mask. For the most part. Still fat, still a little clueless, but acceptably so. I found that letter from my teacher again. I broke down crying because I finally understood that back then, my “friends” couldn’t have cared less and I was always just a charity case to the teachers.

In the end, I grew either smart, confident, or manipulative enough to not be messed with anymore. I lost a good chunk of my genuine kindness to those changes, and the changes hurt. I had to reinvent my whole personality and approach just to not be the clueless laughing stock anymore, and I lost a lot of myself in the process.

I got some genuine friends later on who are mostly, ya guessed it, also neurodivergent. I still struggle with differentiating which parts of me were actually there in the first place, and which parts I had to build out of self defense, because those are the ones that give me breakdowns.

I spent the majority of my life thinking I just had a normal childhood. The moment the truth hit me, so many of my mannerisms, my anxieties, my traumas, finally made sense. And I’m still reeling from it. Likely will be for the rest of my life.

So for the record:

Kids are far more cruel than you might think, kids behaving more like adults than kids is NOT normal or healthy, and if you’re neurodivergent and think your symptoms only showed up once you were a teen or older, reconsider. Chances are, a lot of trauma responses actually stem from stuff you didn’t even notice at first.

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[spnhunter4life]

So Long Version 2 Chapter 1

Summary: Jenna and Dean have known each other since she was 9 and he was 11. Their fathers often hunted together, so they grew up in next door motel rooms, keeping each other company and watching out for Sammy. They were inseparable until their dads inevitably fought and stopped working together. Shortly after Sam left for college, her father had been killed on a hunt and his dad had been more and more distant, so they started hunting together. In a world where everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s name that appears somewhere on them on their 16th birthday, it took them a ridiculous amount of time to figure things out.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: To those of you who have been following my fic So Long, this is the second version I promised. This is going to be the exact same story just written in chronological order instead of jumping around, so people can choose which way they prefer to read it.

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It was the second day at this school in South Dakota. Dad and John had gotten a call from Bobby about a possible ghost problem a few towns over from Sioux Falls and so here we were. All the moving around never got any easier. Just when I started to really get to know the friend or two that I made, we had to pack up and move on again.

Ages 14 and 15

October 15, 1994

I was eating lunch with three other girls. Kristin and Liz were sitting on one side of the table and Carly was sitting next to me on the other side, the rest of the table empty. I was appreciative of the three girls who had noticed the new girl sitting by herself yesterday and come over to keep me company. This is how it usually went. As a fairly introverted person, any friends I made were the result of the other people approaching me, not the other way around.

“Can you believe the amount of homework Mr. Cohen assigned us today?” Carly was complaining. “I don’t know how I’m going to have time to get it all done!”

“No kidding,” Liz joined in. “Does he not realize that the other teachers are all giving out homework too, not just him?”

“He gave us a week to get it done,” Kristin reminded them. “You can do a little every day. It’s not like it all has to be done tonight.”

“Says the overachiever who’s never missed an assignment or gotten a grade lower than an A her whole life,” Liz teased.

“What do you think Jenna?” Carly asked me. “You said you’ve moved around a lot. Would any of the teachers at your other schools hand out this much homework at once?” 

“I mean, it’s definitely a lot to be given at once, but I guess I wouldn’t say it’s too much. Like Kristin said, we do have a week to do it. So, I guess I would consider it a reasonable amount,” I concluded.

Carly and Liz both had little frowns of disagreement on their faces, but they dropped the subject, moving on to the much more exciting – in their minds, anyway – topic of Snow Queen. This new conversation had only just started, Carly asking the other two what they were going to wear when I saw Liz’s eyes widen at something over my shoulders. Then she was leaning in, excitedly whispering. 

“The hot new guy you were talking about is here,” she said excitedly to Carly. “Wow, you weren’t exaggerating.”

Carly turned to look at him and I saw Kristin peering around to see who they were talking about too. I didn’t need to look. I knew who it was. I sighed and kept eating. Sure enough, Dean soon walked past my line of sight, heading towards the dwindling lunch line. The girls were chattering about him, but I wasn’t really listening. Until I heard my name.

“Come on Jenna, didn’t you see him? Isn’t he, like, the best looking guy you’ve ever seen in your life?” Carly encouraged me to join in. Of course I agreed with her, but I wasn’t about to announce it out loud.

With a small smile, I said, “Well of course you guys would think so. In a school this small, anyone new is exciting.”

Liz scoffed. “Oh please. It’s not because he’s new. You did see him didn’t you? The guy in the leather jacket?”

“I saw him.”

“And you don’t think he’s attractive? At all?” Carly asked in disbelief. 

I looked for him, saw that he was a little over halfway through the line, well out of hearing range, and sighed. I made a split second decision to tell them. Why not? It was rare that I got to talk about Dean this way. I had to keep all my feelings bottled up. It would be so nice to be able to let them out, and who better to talk to about it than a group of virtual strangers who would whole-heartedly understand and agree with me?

“Alright, fine. He’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen.” I agreed.

Carly was watching him as he made his way through the rest of the line. “Isn’t he though?” she sighed dreamily.

“It doesn’t really matter though,” I told the girls.

“What do you mean? This school is full of girls he’s never met before. Chances are he’ll be interested in at least one of them, so why not think that any of us could be her?” Liz asked, probably thinking she was making a great argument. And maybe it was a great argument. For them. They didn’t have all the information about me though.

“Doesn’t matter for me,” I told them.

“Because you move around a lot?” Kristin asked. “Long distance relationships are a thing you know. And besides, even if he never looks at us twice, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the view.” She turned again to watch him as she said this.

“Moving isn’t the problem,” I mumbled just as Carly squealed, “I think he’s coming over here!” and Kristin quickly spun around in her seat to face forward again.

I looked up and saw Dean just steps away from our table, as Carly had said.

“Hey, Jenna!” He greeted as he moved around the table to sit beside me.

“Hi, Dean,” I answered, blood rushing to my cheeks as the mouths of the other three girls dropped open in shock.

“Is the food at this school any good?” He asked, eyeing the chicken strips, mashed potatoes, corn, and rice krispie bar they were serving today.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” I told him.

“Great,” he replied, digging in. “So how are you ladies doing?” He asked around a mouthful of food. I elbowed him in the side. “What?” he asked innocently. He knew I hated his awful table manners, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him to stop.

“So, uh… you guys know each other?” Kristin asked.

“Umm… surprise?” I said unsurely.

“Is it though?” Dean asked. “I mean in a school this size doesn’t everybody know when there’s a new kid or two?”

“Of course,” Carly answered.

“And nobody noticed that Jenna and I showed up at exactly the same time yesterday?” He continued.

“Well when you put it like that I guess we really should have,” Carly answered. “But no, for some reason we did not realize. I actually didn’t even see you until today.”

“Actually, now that she mentions it, I didn’t see you either. And you definitely weren’t at lunch yesterday. Where were you?” I asked him. I had initially written it off as him having a different lunch period. We often did. But this school only had one lunch period for the entire high school. He should have been there.

“I was running errands for Dad,” he responded easily. I knew that meant he was helping with the hunt in some way. I don’t know why I was just finding out.

“Your dad had you running errands instead of being in school?” I asked him, frustrated. “And you didn’t tell me.” 

“Who says I wasn’t in school?” He asked, mock offended, even though he obviously hadn’t been. “Besides, not all of our dads are as insistent on a good education as yours,” he told me. “And when you didn’t see me at lunch it should have been a clue that I was busy,” he joked.

“We rarely ever have lunch at the same time. It wasn’t unusual not to see you,” I countered.

“So,” Liz interjected, looking at me meaningfully, “aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Oh. Right. Guys this is Dean. Dean this is Kristin, Liz, and Carly,” I said, gesturing to each girl as I named them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with his patented charming grin, the one guaranteed to make girls from all around the world stop breathing while they were caught in the intensity of it.

“How do you two know each other?” Kristin asked, looking back and forth between the two of us. The other two were looking and listening intently too and I noted the curious stares of several other people in the cafeteria. I mentally rolled my eyes, resigned to this new topic that would undoubtedly continue for a while. 

This is what always inevitably happened. We moved to a new school. As the new girl, people would find me mildly interesting at best. I was mostly ignored except for a select few people who made an effort to be welcoming. And then people found out that I was somehow involved with “the hot new guy” as he was usually known. Dean would wave at me or talk to me in the hall, someone would see us getting into the same car after school, or in today’s case, he sat with me at lunch. Then I became interesting. People wanted to get to know me in order to get to know him.

“Our dads work together,” Dean answered for me, stealing the rice krispie bar from my tray.

“Hey!” I protested.

“What? You hate these things,” Dean said. He wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, but you could have asked instead of just taking it,” I mumbled petulantly.

“Why do I have to ask to eat something I know you’re not going to eat anyway?”

“Well it would be the polite thing to do,” I told him sternly. He just scoffed and took a bite. 

“So you guys move around a lot,” Kristin started, continuing her line of questioning, “and it’s just you two and your dads?”

“And my brother Sam,” Dean replied through another mouthful of food.

“Ok, I know we were more out of the loop than we should have been with you, but I swear there isn’t a third new kid here. There’s no way we would have missed that,” Carly insisted.

“Nah, you wouldn’t have heard about him,” Dean told her. “Sammy’s in middle school.”

“Well thank goodness I haven’t lost it completely,” Carly joked. 

“How long have your dads been working together?” Kristin asked.

“What’s it been? Five years now?” Dean mused, looking to me for confirmation.

“Yeah, probably pretty close to that, I’d say,” I said.

I saw Kristin open her mouth to ask another question when the five minute bell rang. We all hurried to dump our trays and get to class.

~~~~~

It was about ten minutes into art class an hour later, and I was trying to find the right mix of colors to blend together for the shade of blue I wanted. We were working on landscapes this week, using oil pastels. 

I’ve found that art classes can be quite tedious or a lot of fun, depending on the teacher. I liked this one. She was pretty relaxed, giving everyone the assignment and then letting them do whatever they wanted within the parameters of the project. She was also completely fine with students talking throughout the whole class as long as they were still getting work done.

“So,” Liz started. We sat beside each other and I had been waiting for this. The questions about Dean would start now. Things he liked to do or watch or eat, what kind of girls he was usually interested in, that sort of thing. 

“You and Dean seem pretty close.” She worded it as a fact, but her tone trailed off in a questioning way.

“Yeah, I suppose you could say that,” I responded warily. I’d found the correct combination of colors I wanted and started working on the sky.

“And you guys are just friends? Nothing more?” She asked, unconvinced.

“We’re just friends,” I told her, already ready for this conversation to be over with.

“But why?” She wondered out loud as she grabbed a red oil pastel from the box between us. I felt my forehead wrinkle in confusion.

“Why what?

“Why aren’t you guys together?” She explained. “I mean, you’ve known each other for years, you apparently travel around the country together, you practically live together-”

“We don’t live together,” I quickly interjected. There had been a quick conversation in the hall about our living situation when Carly asked if Dean and I lived together. Luckily the five minutes between classes left just enough time to explain the situation without having to be questioned about it too thoroughly. “We’re always in separate motel rooms. It’s more like living in the same apartment building I suppose.”

“I said practically,” Liz quipped. “And that’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” I sighed, using a paper towel to blend my sky colors together.

“The point is…” she started, pausing to find the right words. “Well, everything I already said!” She finally settled on. “You said you guys move around a lot. I imagine always being the new kids makes you even closer with the one person you actually know,” she said.

“I have Sam too,” I reminded her.

“You mean Dean’s little brother? The one in middle school?” She snorted. “Yeah, that’s exactly the same thing.”

“It is the same thing,” I insisted. “Our dads aren’t around much so we’re all pretty close.”

Liz looked at me like I was unbelievably stupid.

“I feel like we’re having two separate conversations here. Do you really not get where I’m going with this?” She asked.

“You’re trying to be absolutely sure that we’re not dating and Dean’s single, right? Well I’m telling you that we’re not dating. Can we drop it now?” I asked, irritated.

“No, we can’t drop it,” she countered. “That’s not where I’m going with this at all.” She let out a frustrated breath before continuing. “You said at lunch that he was the most attractive guy you’d ever seen.” She said pointedly.

“No I didn’t,” I denied, grabbing a white oil pastel to add in some clouds. “Carly said that.”

“And you agreed,” Liz said. “Look, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” she continued when she saw my blush. “I’m just trying to understand. I only saw you guys together for a few minutes today and it seemed pretty clear to me that you’re really close. So why aren’t you together?”

“He’s not…” I started to say, cutting myself off. Liz waited patiently for me to sort my thoughts. “He doesn’t see me that way,” I told her. 

“Are you sure?” She asked.

I frowned, thinking about all the girls he was always flirting with. 

“I’m sure.”

“Well… I think you might be wrong,” she said decisively. And then, before I could object, “Tell me about him.”

“What do you want to know?” I asked.

“Anything you want to tell me,” she said. “Isn’t it nice to get to talk about him like a normal teenage girl talking to her friend about the guy she likes? Not as the friend that can give other interested girls tips?”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have just assumed.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m sure you had a reason. So? What’s he like?”

I thought about it. What was Dean like? I spent the rest of the hour-long class telling her about the wonderful guy I spent most of my time with. I started out a little hesitantly, but by the end I was excitedly answering any question she threw my way. She was right. It was almost freeing to have this discussion with her, to put my feelings out into the world instead of keeping them trapped inside. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I was feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

Dean’s POV

Ages 14 and 16

January 24, 1995

I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to find the energy to get out of bed. I heard Sam moving around, getting ready for school, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. I knew that by the end of the day I would have letters inked into my skin. Letters that spelled out my soulmate’s name. I had no illusions about my family’s lifestyle and what it would mean for my soulmate. It would be a bittersweet moment, finally learning her name, but knowing I could never allow myself to be with her, to put her in that kind of danger.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I rubbed my eyes before standing up and starting to get ready for the day. I had decided I wasn’t going to look for the tattoo. I would put it off for as long as I could and see it whenever I happened to stumble upon the patch of skin it showed up on.

~~~~~

It had been a pretty good morning. My anxiety had faded to the background when a smiling Jenna came into our room with bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast. It wasn’t elaborate by any means, but it was more than we usually had and the fact that she took the time to make it for us, for me, made it that much more special.

The two of them had given me the gift they picked out right away this morning when an excited Sam decided he couldn’t wait until after school. He halfway disappeared under the bed for a few seconds, wiggling his way back out with a box clutched in his hands. He proudly handed it to me and then watched in eager anticipation as I opened two new movies, Jumanji and Batman Forever.

“Now we have something to watch for movie night too!” He exclaimed. I thanked them both and then we headed to school, Jenna’s dad dropping us off.

Now I was sitting in the locker room, changing back into my regular clothes after gym class. I had opted out of a shower, not wanting to find my tattoo in this miserable place, surrounded by strangers I would have to guard my reaction around. I had my foot up on the bench I was sitting on, switching out my sweaty socks for a dry pair, lost in my thoughts when I heard someone to my left snicker and say, “Isn’t Jenna your sister?”

My head whipped around to look at Matt, the guy who had spoken. He was a sophomore like me, and while he wasn’t wildly popular, he sure thought he was something special. “What?” I snapped. My protective instincts flared up. We had only been at this school for a week, but I was well aware of how attractive Jenna was, and if this kid thought he was going to try something, he had another thing coming. “Why?” I asked, failing to keep the suspicion out of my voice.

“Didn’t the two of you show up around the same time? And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the two of you coming to school in the same car,” he mused. “So you must be her brother. That’s gotta be pretty awkward. Unless you know another Jenna?” 

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” I snapped.

“Dude, don’t they have different last names?” Chimed in a freshman whose name I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for or irritated by his input. “So unless they have different dads or something… I don’t think they’re related.” Irritated, I decided. He hadn’t said anything offensive, and his analysis wasn’t wrong, but I found I didn’t like the way he was obviously looking for Matt’s approval.

“Really? How do you know that?” Matt asked. Without waiting for a reply, he continued. “Well that’s a relief I suppose. It would be pretty weird if your sister was your soulmate,” he laughed. “Too bad though,” he continued, having gained the attention of most of the locker room. “She’s not half bad looking. I might ask her out anyway, see what she really thinks about her pathetic, loser soulmate.”

I clenched my jaw. Having lived in tight quarters for years, Jenna and Sam had learned to back off at this, that it meant I was seriously pissed off. Matt had the misfortune of not knowing me so well. “Leave her alone,” I warned. I had managed to keep my temper so far, but if he actually made a move on her, all bets were off. 

“Don’t worry,” Matt drawled on. “I’ll test her out for you. Let you know if she’s actually worth your ti-”

Before he even realized I was moving, I had crossed the couple of steps to him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and shoved him back into the lockers. “I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” I seethed, “but you better stay away from her or I’ll make sure that my pathetic loser face is the last thing you see before I put you in the hospital.”

I turned away from him and, after taking a step, ducked, effectively dodging the punch I had seen him getting ready to throw. I spun back around and landed a solid punch to his face before grabbing my shoes and storming out of the locker room. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the bleachers lacing up my boots that I saw it. Inked into the skin of my left ankle was her name.

JENNA

Walking down the hall with the only friend I’d made at this school in the three weeks we’d been here, I laughed at the story she was telling about her brother and his mishap with a pair of scissors and a desire for a new haircut. I was about to counter with a story about Sam and Dean’s latest prank war and a bottle of shampoo when I stopped in my tracks.

Ages 14 and 16

February 5, 1995

“What’s wrong?” Abby asked, confused. She looked to where I was staring and understanding crossed her face. “You kind of like him, right?”

That was a bit of an understatement. I ‘kind of like him’ the way an alcoholic ‘kind of likes’ their drink of choice, the way a fish ‘kind of likes’ the water. 

I knew how ridiculous it was to pine for a guy who saw me as a friend at best, more likely sister, but I couldn’t seem to convince my stupid heart to get over it. I managed to close my slightly open mouth and look away from where Dean was making out with the head cheerleader.

“He turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago. You don’t think she’s…” I stopped, not able to complete that thought.

“His soulmate?” Abby finished. “I don’t know. Maybe. He didn’t tell you what her name is? You guys live together don’t you?”

“No.” I said vaguely, lost in thought.

“No… what?” she asked.

“Sorry,” I sighed, giving her my full attention. “No, he didn’t tell me what name showed up. He’s kind of private. Doesn’t like talking about anything involving feelings. And yeah, I guess we kind of live together. Our dads work together, so we end up moving to the same places a lot.”

“Well there’s really no reason to think she’s the one. Just because he has his soulmate’s name now doesn’t mean he won’t be interested in anyone else until he meets her,” she reasoned. I must not have looked convinced because she continued. “Is this typical for him? I mean, does he usually flirt and go on dates and occasionally show a little too much PDA?” She asked, wrinkling her nose as she looked in their direction again.

“All the girls are always interested in him. And he definitely notices. And likes it. So yeah, this is pretty typical I guess,” I told her.

“Ok, well then I definitely wouldn’t worry about it. If he didn’t usually do this type of thing, then I’d say there was likely a reason for the sudden change in behavior. But if it’s normal, then don’t read anything into it.”

I knew she was right, and even if she wasn’t, I had no reason to be jealous. In a year and a half, I’d get my own soulmate’s name. If I hadn’t moved on by then, hopefully that would be enough to convince my traitorous heart it wasn’t meant to be.

Chapter 2

#supernatural #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester #original characters #original female character #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x soulmate ofc #soulmates #soulmate au #so long v2

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Bangtan Kitty Cafe Chapter 1

Hi there! This is my first story, I’m not super duper confident with it but this would be labeled chapter one! If people really like it and want more I’ll try and write more of it, constructive criticism would be very appreciated. Writing was never my best subject so sorry if i do a lot wrong 😂. To my AP English teacher, I’m sorry about this grammer fuck. Thank you for soending your time reading I greatly appreciate it!

Taglist : @imnotlauriane

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Owning your own business is harder than some people make it out to be, but owning a cat cafe is even more chaotic. It started after I began coming to Café Bangtan. The old coffee shop I went to closed, it was the little hole in the wall Café Bangtan that I found. The place was so cozy that I would visit it every single day and play with the cute cats. After a few months the owner, Sejin, offered me a job as a barista. Working with Sejin was the best job I’ve ever had, I actually enjoyed working there. Taking care of the cats was the best part of my day, except for getting to eat the left over pastries of course. Sejin was always strict, but in a caring way that pushes me forward. After working there for a year, I learned that Sejin was actually thinking of retiring. None of his family wanted to carry on the Café, so he offered it to me. After a lot of talking and lawyer visits, Sejin gave me the Café. After the first few crazy weeks I finally settled into my roll of being the owner. It was really difficult at first, so I decided to try and get another pair of hands. The first few people didn’t fit in right, so I kept looking.

Until a younger college sophomore named Jungkook came in asking for a part time job. After I hired him, Jungkook also brought two of his friends Jimin and Hoseok. Both were looking for a job, and after a interview I hired the both of them. Now we all have this nice system we have, along with our nice regulars. A music producer named Yoongi who always orders a striaght black coffee and sits in the back corner next to the book cases in the corner, who normally sits by himself, every once in a while with our sleepy chunky Koya. Then there’s the college Professor Namjoon, a nice man who always has nice book recommendations and always gets his vanilla frappe, as well as normally with fluffy RJ or sleek Chim Chim while he grades papers or studies for future lectures. Lastly is Seokjin, he’s the well known eye candy of the Café, every time he comes in at least one or two new customers swoon at him. He’s always been super nice, he’s a small time actor who comes here to read his new scripts and have his coffee and occasionally a tea, he also always sits with any of the kitties. Another person we see is a lot is our strawberry delivery boy Taehyung, he always comes on his day off from school to deliver them. He’s always very sweet and he stays to just hang with the cats and talk with everyone when we’re slow.

As chaotic as it is, I truly love my job, my friends, and of course my little kitties. I love waling up early every day and making our pastries with RJ who loves watching me bake. I love when I hear Jungkook, Jimin, and Hobi laughing while goofing off when were slow. I love having a little book club time with Namjoon when I need my break. I love helping Jin practice his scripts with him. I love when Yoongi does his little performances for our little coffee shop on Sundays. I love spending time with Taehyung and he tries to get me to give him pastries when we both know I was already going to give him some. And most importantly I love my 7 kitties.

However, more recently I’ve been struggling to get new customers to come in, a week ago a new coffee shop opened up a block away, and since they’re new everyones checking it out. I’ve been trying quiet a few things, themed days, happy hours, even lowering my prices, but its just not working. It’s getting to the point the boys are starting to notice my worries. I’m just hoping I can think of something, and something fast. There’s been talk of a block festival where we have stalls and show off our wares to try and kickstart business, which may work.

While thinking these thoughts I suddenly hear the door bell ring and I look up and see Hobi come in for his morning shift, I look outside realizing the sun is starting to rise.

“Morning Y/N-ie, sleep well” He smiles brightly as he comes behind the counter. I nods while taking the pastries out of the oven, “I did, what about you Hobi?”

“Pretty good! I woke up early so I took Mickey on a walk!” He smiles lovingly while he puts on his flower print apron. At that moment TaTa hopped up on the counter and sat right in front of Hobi, just staring at him. Hobi does a mic between a grimace and a smile.

Tata has always been a.. special cat, he hardly meows and just enjoys watching. He really loves Hobi, even though he creeps Hobi out a lot. RJ hops over and starts to rub himself all over TaTa and grooming him, and I quietly coo at them. When suddenly, the bell tolls again and we look up to see Jimin and Tae walk in with his crate of strawberries, while joking. In that moment I begin to forget about my worries and just enjoy the happy moment

#btsxreader possibly??? #bangtan #bts #cat cafe #cafe au #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jin x reader #jimin x reader #ot7 x reader #love octogone

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Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Five - (The Rocky Horror Glee Show) The Tale of The Creepy Teacher

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: With the Halloween season just around the corner, and your normal excitement for it gone in the chilly wind, your Glee Club teacher decides it would be the perfect time for the school musical, if only for his own benefit.

Word Count: 6,707

WARNINGS: Moody reader I guess, and Mr Schuester... that’s a warning in itself.

(A/N): This is the last part of the first quarter. Things will be resumed shortly.

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In the velvet darkness

Of the blackest night

Burning bright

There’s a guiding star

You wish that you could say that this week was going fantastic. But sadly, you just couldn’t.

Still pissed at your sister at the boy you called your ‘best friend’ after you had found out they went behind your back the previous week.

No matter what

Or who

Who you are

Not to mention, it was that time of year when the school was to put on the yearly musical, for the rest of its peers to see.

A redeemable quality, however?

You loved the musical Mr Schuester had chosen this year.

No matter how questionable it was for a high school performance.

There’s a light

Over at the Frankenstein place

So, that’s where you were currently. At the end of the week, popping up behind the large painted boulder upon the stage. Singing with your club, in one of the last rehearsals before the opening night. Dressed as one of the party guests, before slowly lowering yourself back behind the “boulder”.

There’s a light

Burning in the fireplace

There’s a light

Light

In the darkness

Of everybo-

“Ho, ho, ho, ho!” Carl, Miss Pillsbury’s boyfriend, suddenly appeared, interrupting the song to storm towards your teacher, “Schuester! You messing with my woman?”

“What?!” you exclaimed, popping up from behind the boulder once more, the chair below your feet wobbling with the intensity of it.

“I-”

“I thought we had a deal.”

Turning to Artie, who sat beside you, at the end of the painted boulder, you asked, “How come the teachers have more relationship drama than we do?” The boy only shrugged and shook his head in return.

This week had started off insane. And, it seemed, it was ending that way, too.

At this point. You couldn’t be surprised.

—

Halloween was fast approaching and well… your dad kinda went crazy for it.

“Dad, what the hell?” you had asked, as soon as you entered the kitchen on Monday morning. Your eyes were drawn to the expansive decorations, mostly in shades of reds, blacks, and oranges.

“It’s Halloween!” Hiram yelled happily.

“That’s over a week away- How am I supposed to have breakfast?!” you asked, gesturing to the overly cluttered countertops.

“Here.”

You caught the banana he threw your way.

“Do you really think this is enough for me?”

“We all know you’re gonna go through the drive-through, anyway,” your other father said, entering the room himself.

“He’s getting worse and worse every year,” you muttered to LeRoy, eyeing your other father as he pottered around, counting off everything that filled the kitchen.

“He’s in competition with our neighbour, remember?”

“How could I ever forget?”

Normally, you would be basking in the Halloween spirit along with Hiram. But everything that had happened between you, Rachel, and Finn. You just weren’t feeling it this year. And your parents noticed.

They saw how down you were recently, and how you and Rachel hadn’t been talking as much, if at all. But they just chalked it up to some stupid little fight, and that everything would be back to normal in no time.

—

“So, what are you gonna be for Halloween this year?” Kurt asked, turning to Brittany, during the first Glee Club lesson of the week.

“I’m going as a peanut allergy.”

Kurt nodded dumbly at her answer, then hurried to ask you, “And what about you, Y/N?”

“I don’t think I’m doing Halloween this year, just not in the spirit. But I will be going back home to a basically ‘Haunted House Tour’, so that might change. Who knows.”

“Great news, guys!”

“Pukerman’s never coming back?”

“No, not that, Y/N,” Mr Schuester told you, with a disapproving look in his eye, “But, I’ve had a little inspiration. This week’s musical lesson isn’t really a lesson. It’s a musical.”

Knowing exactly what your sister was begging for, you said, “For the love of God, don’t let it be ‘Evita’. Rachel made me watch it so much when we were younger. I burnt the copy.”

“That’s what happened to it?” at her out-cry you just laughed.

“Rocky Horror.”

Your jaw dropped at that.

“Okay, now I’m into it.” You high-fived Kurt from the seat behind him. Both pleased with the choice.

“I’ve never seen it,” Finn said.

“Oh, you’re in for a gay, gay treat.”

“Mr Schue?” Rachel raised her hand.

“Yeah?”

“While I admire your choice of the groundbreaking ‘70s musical. Aren’t you worried the adult themes might be a point of controversy?”

“Oh, don’t ruin it,” you whined.

“Seriously,” Kurt added, “A school in Texas couldn't even do ‘Rent’. It caused an outrage and they had to cancel the show.”

“That’s also Texas,” you reasoned. Then, “This is also Ohio. Crap.”

You were really looking forward to this, too.

“Isn't that the whole point of the arts?” your teacher asked, “Pushing boundaries, doing things people say you can’t do, for the sake of self-expression? Look, I got it all figured out. I cut out some of the more risque sections-”

You gave a saddened gasp, “No sex scenes?”

“No, Y/N. No sex scenes.”

“What’s the point then?!” you joked, raising your arms out by your sides.

“And I’m sending home permission slips to all your parents, to make sure that they’re okay with it. And we are going to charge admission, and use the proceeds to help pay for transportation to Nationals in New York.”

‘Hopefully, we get that far’ you thought as your team made noises of excitement.

“Okay. Let’s talk about casting.”

“Oh. Finn and I will play Brad and Janet,” your sister said assuredly.

“Big surprise there,” you mumbled sarcastically to yourself.

“And I’ll be playing the guy in the wheelchair, right?” Artie asked with a raised hand.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Can’t wait to see you in high heels, my man,” you said, leaning forward to pat Artie’s shoulder.

“And I thought Kurt,” Mr Schue carried on, “Could play the role of Frank-N-Furter.”

“No,” the boy replied instantly, “There is no way I’m playing a transvestite in high heels and fishnets and wearing lipstick.”

“Why? Because that look was so last season?” Santana sassed.

But what you didn’t expect was to hear was Mike’s voice. Saying three affirming words.

“I’ll do it.”

“Really?” Tina questioned, “It’s like the male lead.”

“I know, but I’m feeling a little more confident about my singing voice after our duets project.”

“Hell yeah, Mikey!” you cheered, twisting in your seat to give the boy a high-five.

“Great. I have no problem with that. Now, we’re a little short on female roles so we’re gonna have to double up on Columbia’s and Magenta’s.”

“It’s standard practice on Broadway,” Rachel said, in a know-it-all tone, “It’ll preserve your voices.”

“I’d like to preserve you. In a jar. In my basement.”

You turned to Mercedes. “She’ll fit in a regular old jam jar.”

“Was that a short joke?”

“Was that you talking to me?”

The room had started to grow tense once their chuckles died down.

No one understood what was going on between you and the couple. Especially you and your sister. You hadn’t said anything to anyone. And obviously, they had done the same.

Finn and Rachel wanted it to be kept quiet more than you did.

Mr Schuester rushed to fill the silence.

“Sam. I’d like you to play the role of the creature.”

“‘From the Black Lagoon’?”

“Rocky,” Quinn corrected, “He’s like the Frankenstein character, but blonde. You’ll kill the part. He’s cute, just like you.”

“Disgusting.”

Quinn snapped her attention to you. “You say something?”

“Oh, No. Nothing. It’s just that-” You cut yourself off with a mock heave, as if you were about to puke, gaining a chuckle from your fellow classmates.

“Better start working on those abs,” Santana told Sam.

“Are you kidding me? You could cut glass with these babies.”

“I did not need to know that,” you said.

“I’ve got no problem showing off my body,” the boy finished.

“Well, that’s all well and good, but can you grunt like a caveman?”

In reply, Sam grunted at you. To which you grunted back. For the next couple of seconds, it was like you and he were having a full-on conversation like that. Until you burst out after one of his grunts.

“What did you say about my mother?!” Before the boy could laugh along with your team, you added, “I’m just kidding. I don’t have a mother.” His face fell fearfully. “I mean I do have a mother, it’s just I’m adopted, and have two dads.”

Well, that was one sure-fire way of telling someone that.

“I love doing that to people,” you finished in a whisper to yourself.

“And, Y/N.” The teacher pointed at you with his pen.

“Oh God, what?”

“I heard from Rachel, that you got a motorbike over the summer-”

“You what?” Quinn rushed to ask worriedly, “Do you know how dangerous those things are?”

“Not as dangerous as horses. And anyway.” You turned back to the teacher. “I have a rundown motorcycle. That I’m working on fixing.”

“Ah, well. How close are you to being finished? Because I was hoping that you’d play Eddie.”

“Well, let's just put it this way. I recently found out that the fuel tank is rusting from the inside out, finding the right radiator for the thing is near enough impossible, the brake pedal is temperamental at best, and the chain keeps popping off. Just to name a few. So, I’d say, it’s nowhere close to being ridable.”

“That’s what I said about Finn,” Santana remarked, causing you to choke on the sudden laughter.

“Okay,” Mr Schuester said before anyone could say anything else, “Looks like we got ourselves a show.”

—

You were right.

As soon as you arrived home, your house was already decked out for the Halloween season. Inside and out.

And you had to say. You were impressed by how quickly your fathers had got it done.

Just in time for Sue’s Corner.

“Take it away, Sue.”

“Thanks, Rod.” Your school’s cheer coach said, decked out in her blue track-suit, “You know, Halloween is fast approaching. The day where parents encourage little boys to dress like little girls and little girls to dress like whores, and they go door to door browbeating hardworking Americans into giving them free food.”

You sighed deeply into your laptop, after hearing her words.

“Well, you know what, Western Ohio? We’ve lost the true meaning of Halloween”

“And what would that be?” you mumbled to yourself, still not gracing the television with your sights, too busy gazing down at the screen you were working on.

“Fear.”

Now that got you to look up, only to see a picture of a crying child plastered beside the smiling woman.

“Halloween is that magical day of the year when a child is told their grandmother’s a demon who’s been feeding them rat casserole with a crunchy garnish of their own scabs.”

Your father -Hiram- and yourself, burst out laughing at that. While your sister and other father cringed in disgust.

“Children must know fear. Without it, they won’t know how to behave.”

“Oh, now that’s fucked.”

“They’ll try frenching grizzly bears-”

“Fluffy.”

“-Or consider living in Florida.”

You shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

“So, moms, skip Trick-or-Treating this year and instead, sit your little toddler down and explain that daddy's a hungry zombie and before he went out to sharpen his pitchfork he whispered to mommy that you look delicious.”

“This is just giving me more ammo for when I have kids.”

Rachel turned to you, “You are going to traumatize your children.”

You chuckled, “Yours, too.”

“And that’s how Sue.” She raised her hand in a ‘C’. “Sees it.”

“Sue, you’re the cat's pyjamas,” Rod said, “And we’ll be right back.”

—

This is what you get for being a few minutes late to Glee Club.

With your backpack thrown over your shoulder, you walked through the choir room door, only to be met with the madness within. Causing your steps to falter into a slow walk as you scanned the room. Unconsciously stopping by the three gathered in the centre of the room. Until you were unable to notice anything but them.

The three consisted of Kurt, Mercedes, and Quinn.

“Oh, well, don’t you three look stylish.”

Mercedes was the one who looked the most normal out of the bunch. Just a glittery red top hat. Like something, someone would wear to a New Year's Eve party.

The other two, however?

You couldn’t decide who was objectively the best. Or worst, depending on how you looked at it.

Kurt… oh, how to describe Kurt.

With a shoddy Riff Raff wig and hastily done make-up, that makes him look pale and sick. However, the outfit he wore that day actually went relatively well with his half-ass costume, the added tailcoat blending well with it. So, all in all, he looked like he had five minutes to get ready for Halloween.

Speaking of shoddy costumes…

A large fluffy wig with a mob cap upon it, a small apron wrapped around her Cheerio uniform clad waist, and a feather duster that a cat would die to get a hold of, were the only things Quinn donned. Oh, yeah, and bright red lipstick, and dark eye make-up. Which was unusual for the blonde. The girl looked like a cross between a maid and a waitress.

“Oh, well, thank you,” Kurt smiled humoredly.

“Hi, I’ll have a burger and a milkshake, please,” you turned to Quinn after returning the boy’s smile.

“I’m a maid.”

“With that red behind the frilly apron, you look more like you work in a ‘50s diner. But, sexy maid, I can work with.”

“Not supposed to be sexy.”

You squinted at the girl. “Have you ever watched the movie? She’s definitely a sexy maid.”

“She’s also an alien and a murderer,” Mercedes butted in to point out.

“Don’t ruin the fantasy.” You shook your head, only for Quinn to point the feather duster your way.

“Never gonna happen.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t say her being a murderous alien made it even better for you,” Kurt joked.

“Well…”

“No,” Quinn told you clearly.

You just smirked teasingly before making your way to sit beside Artie, telling him, “You know, you look like Ron Jeromny’s grandpa with that on your lip?” The boy slapped your hand away as your finger wiggled nearer and nearer to the fake moustache above his lip.

“All right, places,” Mr Schuester said, walking closer to the two, “Finn and Rachel. I wanna start with “Dammit Jannet”.”

“Oh, I cannot wait till Finn takes his top off so we can all see the hotness underneath,” Santana spoke up, sarcastically.

“What are you talking about?” the boy asked.

“You can’t have Sloppy Joes every day for lunch and think you can get away with it,” Brittany stated.

“Um, that’s incredibly rude,” Rachel said, defending her boyfriend, wringing their hands together.

“Is it?” Quinn asked.

“Yes,” you spoke dully.

Even though you were still incredibly pissed at the boy and your sister, it didn’t mean you weren’t going to point out when something was true or not.

“Guys whisper behind our backs about how we girls look every day,” the blonde continued, “They objectify us all the time.”

“Also true.”

“She sort of has a point,” Tina said.

“Yeah.” Santana folded her arms. “Earlier today, Artie asked if he could make a gigantic omelette when I’m done with the ostrich eggs I’m smuggling in my bra.��

“Dude!” you scolded, as you jabbed the boy in his arm, “Not cool.”

“I’m super looking forward to seeing Sam in his gold bikini.” Brittany smiled.

You gave a coughed gag. “Sorry, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit there.”

“Can we get on with rehearsal, please?” Finn asked.

“Yeah.”

“I agree,” Mr Schuester said, “Yes. Let’s stay focused guys. Alright Riff Raff and Columbia and Magenta, team one. Take your places.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle silently at the three, shaking your head as you placed it in your palm, still watching as they moved into their positions.

Kurt saluted the man as he did, Quinn rose her hand high into the air, whilst Mercedes did a stereotypical musical dance to her place.

“Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.”

“Whoo!” Brittany cheered after Mr Schue’s words.

“Hey, Janet?”

“Yes, Brad?”

“I’ve got something to say.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I really love the… skilful way… you bead the other girls… to the bride’s bouquet.”

You leaned in closer to Artie to whisper, “I don’t know about you, but I think that’d be a pretty entertaining cage fight.”

The boy quickly had to stifle his laugh, as the performance went on undisturbed.

“Oh! Oh, Brad.”

The river was deep but I swam it

Janet

The future is ours so let's plan it

Janet

You know you were supposed to be focusing on your sister and her boyfriend. But the show was absolutely stolen by the three in the background.

So please don’t tell me to can it

Janet

I’ve one thing to say

And that’s damn it, Janet, I love you

It was very obvious that your entire focus was on the three, as a happy snort got stuck in the back of your throat. Watching as Mercedes pointed to her eye, Kurt made a heart with his hands, and Quinn pointed in the direction of the gathered club.

‘If only she did love you’

You sighed lightly at your brain, and its ability to hurt you with only a few simple words.

The sight out of the corner of your eye made you turn to watch as Finn and Rachel slowly leaned in to kiss each other, with a cringe. Not noticing the way Quinn’s eye’s lingered upon you.

Suddenly, much to your relief, Finn pulled away.

The road was long but I ran it

Janet

There’s a fire in my heart

And you fan it

Janet

If there’s one fool for you

Then I am it

Janet

I’ve one thing to say

And that’s damn it, Janet, I love you

The three repeated the same movement as before, miming to the song, as Finn gestured to the giant heart he had hastily scrawled on the board.

Here’s a ring to prove

That I’m no joker

You had to cover your mouth to stop the laugh from escaping you, thanks to the three’s sarcastic movements behind the “newly engaged” couple.

There’s three ways that love can grow

That’s good, bad or mediocre

Oh, J-A-N-E-T, I love you so

Oh, it’s nicer than Betty Monroe had

Oh, Brad

Now we’re engaged and I’m so glad

Oh, Brad

That you met Mom and you know Dad

Oh, Brad

‘Same, guys’, you thought watching as the three covered their mouths, and bent over with an arm around their mid-section, mimicking them feeling nauseated.

I’ve one thing to say and that’s, Brad

I’m mad for you too

You spent the rest of the performance watching on with Mike's forearms leaning against your shoulders, both of you dancing silly to the song. All the while Mr Schuester left the room after Sue waved for him.

Well, that could go one of two ways.

Shit.

Or super shit.

—

Apparently, it didn’t go either of those ways.

Which… deeply surprised you and your team.

You were seated beside Santana, watching as Mr Schuester, Miss Pillsbury, and her boyfriend Carl all conversed.

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you guys have a hole to fill and I’m just trying to help fill it,” Carl replied.

“Wanky.”

“Santana!” Miss Pillsbury scolded over her shoulder.

All the while you laughed with your smiling friends, placing a hand on her thigh and giving it a light squeeze, before pulling your hand back to your lap. With the girl looking on at you with a smirk and knowing eyes.

“Well, you know, I can’t just give you a role.” The Spanish teacher shrugged. “You’d have to try out.”

“Fair enough. But I’ll need a lady to sing to.” He turned to his girlfriend. “Ems?”

“Okay.”

““Hot Patootie”, B-flat,” he told the awaiting band.

Whatever happened

To Saturday night?

When you’re dressed up sharp

And you felt all right

It don’t seem the same

Since cosmic light

Came into my life

Thought I was divine

You didn’t know who, but someone “whooed” as Carl whipped off his suit jacket. Throwing it into Quinn’s lap. Much to the joy of the club.

You were panting after the performance, having danced with the rest of your team. The man yelled in joy at the end of the song, from his position kneeling on the choir room's floor, “Yeah!”

“No, no, no.” Sue waved her arms as she yelled for the cheering to stop, “Wait, wait, wait. This will not do.”

“Excuse me?” Carl asked.

“For the musical to continue, we need a Frank-N-Furter, not an Eddie.” She pointed her hand to the man still on the ground. “Eddie was eliminated in my rewrites.”

“But isn’t Eddie a big part of the show?” you asked, still panting lightly.

And then, you heard two words you never expected to come out of Mr Schue’s mouth.

“Sue’s right.” Carl stood up. “You wanna play in our sandbox? Sing a Frank-N-Furter number.”

“Well, I’m sorry, bro, but I think it’s fine to wear the Frankie bustier in the privacy of your own home. I’m freaky like that.”

“Nice.” You nodded happily at Carls' words.

“But, don’t you think it’s inappropriate in a high school musical? I mean, at least, if I play Eddie, I won’t have to grind up against the students, you know?”

“Man’s got a point,” you agreed, as Mercedes pushed Santana’s raised hand down beside you.

“Eddie’s an important role, If I did it, I’d be showing my support for the arts.”

Mr Schuester chuckled lightly as he got up, practically challenging the man.

“Are you telling me how to direct my show?”

“Will, Will-”

“Mr Schue?” Mercedes cut off Carl’s attempt at defusing the situation, “I’d like to play Frank-N-Furter. I was rereading the script yesterday and it said, “Don’t dream it, be it”. And it’s my dream to play a lead role, so I figure, why not me? I mean, I’ll be all kinds of crazy sexy in that outfit. And I can reinterpret the number a little bit, make it more modern. I’d really like the chance, Mr Schue.”

“Well, there you go, Will,” Sue said, from beside the man, “You killed two birds with one stone here today. Congratulations. Look, you got yourself a Frank-N-Furter and an Eddie. This is outstanding.”

Mr Schuester cut the students' claps and cheers off.

“I was actually hoping that Y/N, would play Eddie.”

You scoffed in your place.

“The only reason you wanted me to play Eddie is because you thought I had a working motorcycle. And we both agreed that I would be the Narrator.”

“The Criminologist,” your sister corrected.

“Whatever.”

“I agree.” Sue pat your teacher on his shoulder. “Everything is as it should be.”

—

“Okay, guys. Places!”

At Mr Schuester’s call, the red velvet curtains tore apart, revealing the costumed club.

Decked out in party gear, you sat upon the ladder of the tank. Before you quickly had to change out of this suit, and into a checkered tweed one and got the easy job of sitting in a cushy armchair at the corner of the stage, per Miss Pillsbury’s instructions.

“Uh, Mr Schue?” Finn raised his hand, still in his full Brad outfit. “Uh, I know I’m supposed to be in my underwear for this scene- And I’m totally down with that.”

“No, you’re not,” you said, but it, unfortunately, went unheard, with how low you said it.

“I thought maybe I would save it for the opening, it that’s okay?”

Mr Schue shot him an ‘okay’ sign with his hand, just as Sam walked out in shiny gold boxer shorts, along with some boxing shoes.

“Um, also, Miss Pillsbury, is there a way I could wear, like, some gold board shorts or something? These are really short. I’m afraid I’m gonna show off some nut-age.”

“First of all, I highly doubt your dick -or balls- are that big. And secondly.” You turned to the two teachers watching from their table in the audience. “How about we do the smart and easy thing, and when Finn is supposed to be in his underwear, we let him wear a T-shirt and boxer shorts.” You pointed with your thumb over at the tall boy, before it moved over to the blonde. “And give Sam his shorts, and maybe a tank-top if he’s uncomfortable. That way everyone’s comfortable, and there’s less chance of catching a case.”

Miss Pillsbury looked awkward at your words as if realizing something. “Well-”

“We’ll take a note. We can’t stop, guys,” Mr Schue spoke into the microphone, “This is a dress rehearsal. Come on. Keep going.”

You threw your arms up sarcastically. “Sorry for wanting everyone to feel comfortable.”

“And action!”

Rachel, quickly adhered to his words and began the scene.

“Oh, Brad, let’s get out of here. I’m cold, I’m wet, and I’m just plain scared.”

“I’m here,” Finn spoke, with a put-on brave voice, “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Rachel screamed dramatically at Mercedes’ entrance, before “passing” out.

With an evil smirk, you moved your fingers in a wave at your sister as she slumped onto the ground. You were enjoying playing this character.

How do you do, I

See you’ve met my

Faithful handyman

He’s just a little broke down

‘Cause when you knocked

He thought you were the candyman

Santana and Brittany, who were dressed as Magenta and Columbia respectively, danced to where Finn was picking up Rachel, as she “came back into consciousness”.

Don’t get strung out

By the way I look

Don’t judge a book by its cover

I’m not much of a girl

By the light of day

But by night I’m one hell of a lover

Finn had to catch Rachel and fan her face as she pretended to faint once more after Mercedes and the girls rounded on the two.

I’m just a sweet transvestite

From sensational

Transylvania

Why don’t you stay for the night

Night

Or maybe a bite

Bite

I could show you my favourite obsession

I’ve been makin’ a man

With blonde hair and a tan

And he’s good for relieving my tension

You had to remember to be light on your feet when you dropped down from the tank.

Coming up beside Kurt-Raff and Quinn to dance with everyone, while Artie rolled around. Literally. Rolling in circles.

I’m just a sweet transvestite

Sweet transvestite

From sensational Transylvania

Hey, hey

I’m just a sweet transvestite

Sweet transvestite

From sensational

Transylvania

You were with Kurt at the ladders, as the girls were at the elevator.

So… come up to the lab

And see what’s on the slab

I see you shiver with antici-

-Pation

“-Pation!” both teachers yelled happily.

But maybe the rain

Isn’t really to blame

So I’ll remove the cause

You jumped down with Kurt. Sliding to the other side of the elevator’s entrance, leaning against it.

But not the symptom

The teacher cheered, and then suddenly you jumped in your place slightly, in reaction to Carl’s sudden burst through the wall on his motorcycle.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, moving back with most of the group.

“Now that’s an entrance,” Miss Pillsbury complimented.

“Mr Director- I take that wall out right?”

“You’re two acts early, Carl,” he replied, with attitude, “You’re supposed to bust through the dinner party scene.”

“Oh. Well, actually, I was sort of feeling my entrance in this scene.”

Mr Schuester flung his pencil down in disgruntled exasperation.

All the while the Guidance Counsellor nodded. “Such good, good, interesting impulses. Oh!”

“Bravo, Carl. Bravo,” Mr Schue remarked sarcastically, as the redhead beside him clapped for her boyfriend.

“You look great in that outfit, by the way,” you told Quinn lowly, so no one would be able to hear you, as the group exited the stage.

“Thanks.” She smiled your way, looking you up and down. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said flirtily, before walking away from you.

You didn’t know where you were with that girl most of the time.

One minute she’s friendly with you, the next she’s avoiding you saying that she’s not ready, then she’s flirty.

It was like you were reading a book, but every page was a different story. And yet. You couldn’t find it in yourself to put the book down and walk out of the library. Far too intrigued by the pages within.

—

You were beginning to regret offering Brittany and Santana a ride home that night, as they were taking far too long to get changed.

‘They were probably hooking up’

So, there you were, pacing the same length of hallway, waiting for them to exit the girls changing room.

The school was empty.

The rest of the club were home at this time.

But you? No.

You were stuck there.

And it didn’t help that schools were kinda creepy when they were empty and at night. But it did fit the spirit of Halloween. Which you were finally beginning to feel its work on you, thanks to the musical.

“Finally,” you called, raising your arm into the air as the other held the strap of your backpack. Watching as the girls exited the door, “I was beginning to think that you fell down the toilet.”

“Okay, okay. We’re here,” Santana said, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“I don’t wear those, my dick’s too big.”

“You don’t have a dick,” she pointed out.

“Yeah,” Brittany added, “We both would know.”

“And yet, somehow, I have bigger balls than any guy in this school.”

Before either of the cheerleaders could voice a reply, the three of you were alerted to a sound.

Someone talking.

Santana got that smile on her face, that one that said she was up to something, and it was hardly -if ever- good.

The girl reached over and grabbed yours and Brittany's wrists, pulling you along, through the school, until you were outside, peering into the Spanish room. Watching Mr Schuester and Miss Pillsbury talk within.

“The fuck are they doing?” the Latina ‘shh’ed you. And so, you did the smart thing and kept your mouth shut.

The Spanish teacher reached over and pressed play on the radio, leading the way for the ginger to begin singing.

I was feelin’ done in

Couldn’t win

I’d only ever kissed before

“You mean she?” Brittany asked Santana, while you watched on with a dropped jaw.

“Uh-huh.” Santana nodded in confirmation.

I felt there’s no use getting

Into heavy sweating

It only leads to trouble

And bad fretting

Now all I want to know

Is how to go

I’ve tasted blood and I want more

More, more, more

“Why is she taking her clothes off?” you asked, “Are we gonna watch out teachers fuck?”

I’ll put up no resistance

I want to stay the resistance

I’ve got an itch to scratch

I need assistance

Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a

Touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me

Creature of the night

There was that look in Santana’s eyes, this time taking on a knowing tint.

It kinda scared you and thrilled you at the same time.

Then suddenly, you were tugged down with the girl, Brittany following soon after.

Then if anything shows

While you pose

I’ll oil you up and drop you down

Down, down, down

‘Oh my, God! My teacher’s half-naked!’

And that’s just

One small fraction

Of the main attraction

Oh

Santana leaned her head back, palm running across her throat.

I want a friendly man

“Oh!” Brittany was next, swinging her head around.

And I need action

“Oh?” you asked, tone confused as you peered over to the girls, before your sights returned to the teachers singing within the room. Only to see Miss Pillsbury sitting on Mr Schue’s lap, “Oh, no!”

Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a

Touch me

Santana laughed fakely, as she and Brittany pulled each other close.

I wanna be dirty

“Shit!” you hissed, quickly dropping to the ground with the girls, as your teachers came closer to the window.

Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me

Creature of the night

Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a

Touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me

Creature of the night

You were behind the girls as they ran down the hall, giggling and singing. With their gym bags in hand.

The smile that was plastered upon your face, from just watching the two be playful with one another, fell suddenly in surprise when they both came up to you and began pulling you along with them. Santana’s hand around your wrist, just like before, and Brittany’s fingers waived into your T-shirt.

Oh, touch-a, touch-a, touch-a

Touch me

Oh!

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Creature of the night

Yeah…

You no longer regretted offering to drive the girls home.

Not when you currently lay naked in Brittany’s bed with the two Cheerios sleeping soundly.

Thank God you decided to text your dad’s letting them know you were staying over at “Mike’s” place.

—

“Eddie? I’ve seen him.”

“Eddie?” Mercedes asked Artie, pulling her script down, “What do you know of Eddie, Dr Scott?”

“I happen to know a great deal about a lot of things. You see, Eddie happens to be my… nephew.”

Everyone gasped.

While Sue interjected her opinion, “This play is terrible.”

“What I’d like to know, is why you’re sitting in my chair,” you interjected yourself. Standing beside the woman, dressed in your ‘The Cryminalogist’ costume. Then pointing to the ascot around her neck, “Why have you got that on?” You spun around. “Mr Schue, she’s trying to steal my part!”

Predictably, because the scene was still ongoing, the man ignored you.

“Finn’s line. Dr Scott!”

After your teacher's words, Rachel popped up from the partly covered tank behind you with a squeal.

“Janet!” Artie said.

“Dr Scott!” she replied.

“Finn’s line. Janet.” Mr Schue rushed over to your sister.

“I’m so bored, I just fell into a microsleep,” Sue snarked.

“Brad!” Rachel yelped.

“Rocky.” Mr Schue growled back at Mercedes.

“Janet,” Artie said.

“Dr Scott.” Rachel.

“Still being Finn.” The Spanish teacher slid back beside Artie. “Janet!”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to say when you're saying Finn's line, we get it.”

“Brad!”

“None of this is plausible,” Sue said after your sister spoke.

“Rocky.” Another growl towards Mercedes.

“Janet.” Artie.

“Dr Scott.” Rachel.

“Finn’s line. Janet!”

“Please make it stop,” you uttered to no one.

“Brad!”

“Rocky.”

A growl.

“This play has incredible pacing problems,” Sue remarked.

Rachel threw the sheet of fabric down. “Mr Schue, it is pointless to rehearse this scene without Finn.”

“We don’t have a choice.” He rose his hands by his hips. “He’s late, and he’s not answering his phone. We gotta get this timing down, guys.”

“You know what I want I gotta get? My chair back,” you sassed.

“And would you please stop interjecting your opinions, Sue?” he continued to ask.

“‘Opinions’? These are my rewrites.”

With the sound of Mr Schue throwing his folder down, came the voice of your principal.

“William! I’d like to see you in my office, please.”

Facing your team who sat watching the rehearsal in the audience, as Mr Schue excited the room, you said, “Place your bets, I say he’s getting fired.” Then you turned to the cheerleading coach. “Get out of my chair.”

—

Which lead you to this moment.

Standing upon a wobbling chair, arms holding onto the painted boulder, watching as the two adults argued over your school’s Guidance Counsellor.

“I- Uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” Carl assured the teacher with a nod and his hands upon his hips.

“Psst,” you whispered, peering down at the space in front of the boulder, “Blondie.”

Quinn turned to face you. Still reactive to the nickname even with the pink wig.

‘What the fuck’ you mouthed, pointing in the men’s direction. She only shook her head in return, going back to watching the men in her own curiosity, as Carl continued to talk.

“‘Cause Em and I have a full-disclosure policy. Total honesty. Something that allows us to have a little thing I like to call “intimacy”. Something you clearly know nothing about.”

“Yeah!” You raised your arms above your head, praising the man before a cringe overtook your features when both men -and your team- turned to look at you. Slowly, you lowered yourself back behind the boulder, so that only your eyes and the top half of your face could be seen.

Your teacher scoffed, “Look we- We were just rehearsing.”

It was your turn to scoff lightly, eyes connecting with Santana and Brittany’s momentarily.

The three of you thinking the same thing.

‘That was more than fucking rehersing’

“Stop it, bro!” Carl yelled, “Man-to-man, you gave me your word.” Then he walked off the stage, with Mr Schuester calling after him.

“So what? You quitting the show?”

Carl doubled back, “No. No, no, no. Unlike you, I believe in the power of the arts. I don’t use them to pick up other guys’ chicks.”

Everyone awkwardly went back into positions, which mostly consisted of hiding behind the painted props.

All but you, that is.

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I really like that guy.” You pointed in the direction Carl just left in, backstage.

Gaining a muffled, “Thank you!” from the man in return.

—

“Okay, guys, gather ‘round. I’ve got something to say,” Mr Schuester said as he entered the choir room, and sat down before you all.

“You’re leaving to become an accountant.”

He chuckled at your referenced joke.

“No. I’m not. What I really want to say is-” A sigh from the man. “I’m pulling the show. It was inappropriate of me to try and put it on in the first place. I want to apologize for putting you guys through all of this. Particularly Finn and Sam.”

“It’s cool, Mr Schue,” Finn said, “I’m sure the teasing will die down by the time my tenth reunion rolls around.”

It wasn’t until after you laughed and playfully told the boy, “Not from me, it won’t.” Did you remember that you still weren’t on good terms with him and your sister. Still hurt by them both.

Luckily Sam spoke up next, “And I got asked to be ‘June’ in the ‘Men of McKinley High’ calendar.”

“Wait. Is that legal?” you questioned.

“I’m happy for you. But we still can’t do the musical,” Mr Schue said, “Look, I was wrong. ‘Rocky Horror’ isn’t about pushing boundaries. Or making the audience accept a certain rebellious point of view. Those were my reasons for doing it… and they aren’t worth risking what we have here. Now, when I was younger and they started midnight shows of ‘Rocky Horror’, it wasn’t for envelope pushers. It was for outcasts- People on the fringes who had no place left to go… but were searching for some place, any place, where they felt like they belonged. Sound familiar?”

“You’re not gonna call us all minorities just for being in Glee Club again, are you?”

He shook his head with another chuckle, “The truth is, with that perspective… ‘Rocky Horror’ is the perfect show for this club.”

“Then why aren’t we putting it on?”

“Because it’s inappropriate,” you told Santana, by her side.

Mr Schue cracked a smile. “We’re still gonna perform ‘Rocky Horror’.”

“But you just said-”

“We’re just not doing it for an audience,” he explained, looking directly at you, “We’re doing it for ourselves.”

Maybe the Halloween season would be better than you thought it was.

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forbidden fruit (luke alvez/fem!reader

Title: forbidden fruit Couple: Luke Alvez/Fem!reader Category: smut/angst Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (oral (male/fem), throatfucking penetration, corruption kink, priest kink, choking/breathplay, multiple orgasms), making out in a confessional, churches/catholicism/religious themes, drinking, priest AU, Fleabag AU, Luke’s POV  Word Count: 6007 Summary: Luke becomes a priest to help forgive his past sins and fight his temptations with the devil. A/N: this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins writing challenge: Forbidden love. Loosely based on the show Fleabag! This does contain a heavy amount of religion and stuff pertaining to that! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

I thought I’d be good and safe. Everything that happened with Spencer, Emily, and Mister Scratch, I needed a change of lifestyle. I needed to get out of working with the FBI and escape my past life with the Army. So that’s what I did. Once the dust had settled with Mister Scratch, I quit. I left everything behind and moved on. I found a new sense of self. 

I moved to Florida and became a teacher for a time. But none of that felt right. After my brief teaching stint, I came across a small parish in need of a new priest. Never, ever, in a million years did I ever think I’d be going back to church. But I could hear my grandmother’s voice in the back of my head, torturing me till I attended a couple of services. After befriending a couple of the attendees, I was surprisingly asked to be their new priest.  The local bishop had insisted that with my upbringing in the church, I would be the perfect fit for the job. And a few weeks later I was moving into their parsonage with Roxy. 

With my new life ahead of me, I tried to forget about my, what seemed like, unforgivable past and tried to keep my new life devoted to the people of my church and to God. I wanted to fix my life and try making it a bit more forgivable. And in doing that, I met her.

Several months after becoming the priest, a woman who appeared to be very distressed started attending the church. The first week she started attending, I knew something was wrong. Her make-up smudged under her eyes, almost as if she’d been crying. The distraught look resting on her face told me something was very wrong. Everything about her was mystifying. The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted to know her more.

I wanted to make it a point to introduce myself to her, but by the time I had stepped away from the pulpit and away from the stage, she was gone. Several members of the congregation did stop me to talk about a point I’d made in my sermon, or about the flower beds by my parsonage, or they had a question about a silly potluck coming up. My shoulders fell slightly when I noticed she had left.

The following weeks, same thing happened. Everytime I went to introduce myself to her, she was gone before I even stepped off the platform.  So I stopped putting in the effort. That was probably a little wrong of me. I just assumed that she didn’t want to be talked to, hence why she left the moment I mumbled the word Amen. 

That’s why I was surprised when she came to the church one random Wednesday afternoon. I was outside, tending to the flowers while Roxy was playing with one of the local kids. The distressed woman came up beside me, looking down at me with a small smile. But I could see it in her eyes that she was still worried about something. 

“Hello,” she whispered, her eyes staying on mine. “You must be Father Luke Alvez?” she asked as she lowered to meet me at my height. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“You would be correct,” I replied and offered her my hand to shake. It took me a brief moment before I realized my hand was covered in dirt. I nervously chuckled before brushing it clean.

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N. I used to attend here when I was little but, uh… Yeah,” she tried to explain but was clearly having a hard time. I swallowed roughly and nodded. That’s okay. She didn’t need to tell me anything about what happened unless she was ready or wanted to. I get it. People fall out of churches all the time. I mean, I couldn’t tell you the last time I attended any church before this one.

“Here, let’s go inside for a drink. It’s quite warm out here,” I offered as I stood upright. I looked down at the woman, taking in how she belonged on the ground, on her knees, in front of me.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice,” she said, watching as I offered her my hand again. She stared at it for a moment before resting her hand in mine. Her hesitance was admirable, to be honest. She had nothing to fear, but her need to err on the side of caution was understandable. Maybe I needed that little bit of fear in me too. You’ll never know who can and can’t be trusted.

 Her hand seemed so much smaller compared to mine. I wanted to slip it into my pocket for safekeeping. But I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, or in any way for that fact. 

“My office. Please, feel free and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with drinks,” I said as I pushed the door to my office open. She looked at me for a moment before stepping into the room. Once she was in, and the door was pulled shut, I slipped away and quickly went to the kitchen. As for drinks, we didn’t have a huge selection. There was water, hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. The energy she gave me was not coffee or hot chocolate energy. She needed something calming and soothing. Tea. I thought as I continued to the kitchen.

Time seemingly hastened, because 3 minutes after I put a kettle on the stove, it was ready and I was standing behind my office door. With one final breath, I pushed the door open and re-entered my office. She was sitting in one of the armchairs by my desk, her head low as she waited for me.

“Sorry about the wait, I was boiling water,” I explained as I walked towards my desk. She stayed silent, watching as I placed a tray on my desktop. She looked at me and nodded.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, watching as I rifled through the boxes of tea. Apparently, I just grabbed whatever. And whatever was plum tea.

“Let’s see… It would appear that we only have plum tea. Is that okay?” I asked as I held up a teabag. She looked at me with a raised brow, confused by the flavor I was offering. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had plum tea,” she said, watching as I tore one bag open and put it into a cup. 

“It’s one of my favorites. After I left the FBI, I gave up caffeine, and while teaching… It was… difficult, to say the least,” I nervously chuckled as I pushed her teacup closer to her. She looked down at the cup, then up at me, and then back at the cup. “One student suggested tea. So I conversed with a former co-worker of mine from the FBI. She was something of a tea connoisseur, so she suggested plum tea,” I laughed again as I sat back. She raised an eyebrow and looked right at me.

“You worked for the FBI?” 

“For a couple of years. It was brief. I was in the army for a time too. But I was getting exhausted from all the violence and wrath. So I stepped away. I was a college professor for 4 years, and… Well, here I am. Trying to repent and gain forgiveness for sins. You know, all that fun stuff. Church stuff,” I chuckled as I waved a hand. She stared at me and nodded.

She sat across from me, her hands in her lap. A rosary, which I’m assuming her grandmother had given her, was in a tight grip in her fingers. I could sense her nerves from my place behind my desk. So, I stood up and walked around my desk, leaning against the front of it.

“Are ya married?” she asked. I stared at her and laughed lightly. I held back a small chuckle. No, I’m not married. Being the priest of the church makes that sort of difficult.

“If you count married to the job and married to God, then yeah, I am. If not… Then no. I’ve had my fair share of partners though,” I explained before lifting my teacup to my lips. She stared at me and nodded. “But, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you. You are the one who came to me, after all,” I pointed out as I placed my cup back down. Her eyes fell away from my face, going to the rosary she was playing with.

“I just needed to talk to someone… That’s all. I didn’t want to be alone and my apartment is pretty lonely,” she nervously chuckled. She fell quiet again, taking a deep breath before looking at me. “I s’pose I was just here because I didn’t know where else to turn to. We don’t even have to talk or anything. I just needed to be around another person.”

“Home feeling a little too much like Hell?” I asked with a tiny smile. She stayed silent as her eyes fell to the teacup she held.

“Yeah, yeah you could say that,” she nervously chuckled.

“I get it, totally. You are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And you’re welcome here anytime,” I explained as I lifted my cup to my lips.

“Even the middle of the night?” 

“Even in the middle of the night. Chances are I’m up doing something in the building anyway. Usually listening to AC/DC, Guns and Roses, Black Sabbath,” I went on, basically listing the classic rock bands I listen to. When I finally fell silent again, I noticed Plum staring at me with a raised brow and confusion in her eyes.

“Kinda… Wild for a Pastor? What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“Highway to Hell.”

“You’re lying,” she said without a second thought. I stared at her and smirked. 

“I’m the Father of a Catholic church. God’s watching my every move. Why would I lie about Highway to Hell being my favorite song?” I asked as I sat more against my desk. She shrugged.

“Just ironic, I s’pose,” she mumbled. 

“What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“You Shook Me All Night Long,” she said very pointedly. I hummed lightly and nodded. 

“We’ll have to listen to classic rock while cleaning up the church one of these nights,” I explained as I stood up properly.

“Who’s this we you’re talking about?”

“I’m not the only one who has penance, Plum,” I explained as I walked around my desk and took a seat behind it once again. Even though there was just a desk between me and the woman, it simply felt like we were worlds apart

Over the following weeks (which inevitably turned into months), my bond with Plum grew. It seemed like more often than not she came and paid me a visit. Time of day seemingly didn’t matter either. My nights and days felt as if they blurred together. As for Plum, her life was a bit of a mess. I’m not one to judge though. Considering my life and past? It’s a miracle I made it this far. 

Although our bond strengthened, it’s been almost a month since I’d last seen her. I hadn’t seen her face in the congregation on Sunday morning. She hadn’t come to pay me a visit on a random evening during the week either. I worried if something had happened to her.

On a random Wednesday, during confessionals, just as I was about to finish up, a woman stopped me. It felt as if she’d been waiting till the sanctuary was totally empty before she stepped into the booth. It nearly caught me off guard when I heard the door to the other side of the booth open and close after she stepped in. My bottom never hit the bench faster when the lock was latched. 

The silence that filled the booth was mildly eerily. The only sound that could be heard came from the woman beside me. Every so often I could hear her sigh or sniffle,  with the occasional sound of her lips parting. I wondered briefly what it was she was scared of and what I could do to help her out.

“Er, uhm… Forgive me, Father… For I have sinned. It has been… What day is it?” the familiar voice asked. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“May 18th… Wednesday,” I replied softly. She stayed quiet for a moment. Plum’s breathing had a certain breathiness to it, which I took mental note of. 

“It has been one month since my last confession, Father. And I fear I’ve been skipping Sunday morning mass,” she whispered softly. If there was a single person in the sanctuary or if it were daytime, I doubt I would’ve heard her. So, thank God, that it was just us. Of course I was expected to be in the church at this time. I practically reside in the building. 

“And why’s that?” 

“I’ve been having impure thoughts for a man of higher stature, Father,” Plum said. My heart froze, forcing me to catch my breath. “And, I fear, Father, it may ruin me and him if either of us acted on anything.”

Christ, I need a drink. Preferably whiskey.

“But I can’t help it, Father,” Plum paused again. For a moment I let my thoughts run free and I tried to imagine what she would say next. “I-I think I’ve developed feelings for this man, Father, and I don’t know what to do.” Each one of her words got quieter and shakier as she spoke. 

“Have you talked to this man about your problems?” I found myself asking. I knew she was talking about me. She had to be talking about me. I’ve never seen her with another man in my time of knowing her. Shut up, I thought to myself, you only see her here.

“Yes, Father, but… I’m worried he could lose his job or one of us will get hurt. I don’t want to lose this person. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” she explained in a hushed tone. I swallowed roughly. “But I love him,” she added in an even quieter tone. My expression grew to be emotionless as my heart slammed against my ribcage. 

Before I knew it, I found myself on my feet and leaving my side of the confession booth. I could hear Plum on the other side still talking, but I was too distracted by standing behind her door. One more brave moment later, I pulled her door open and saw her sitting with her face in her hands. Though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was crying. Only when I cleared my throat did she look up and see me. The little bit of makeup she wore had run down her face, making her look like an adolescent raccoon.

“Father-” she started but her words failed when she jumped from her seat. Her arms quickly went around my neck and her lips met mine. Any air I held in my lungs was hers now. My arms wrapped around her body and I pulled her even closer to me. After a moment of standing awkwardly in the sanctuary, we stumbled back into the booth, closing the door between us. 

Her lips began trailing down my neck while my hands wildly explored her body, before resting against her chest. We wanted more of each other, and it was more than obvious. But I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. 

She was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden, and I was Adam tempted to take her. 

It certainly wasn’t the last time we made out in the confessionals.

It was nearing midnight, Saturday turning into Sunday. I’d have to be awake in 5 hours to prepare for Sunday’s mass. Sleep was irrelevant in my life at this point. It was a blessing if I even got an hour of rest. Unfortunately, rest would not be finding its way to me and I’d be up for what would feel like an eternity. 

A random classic rock playlist flooded the sanctuary, taking up any ounce of silence. My voice shouted and bounced off the walls as I sang along with the words. A glass of whiskey sat on the pulpit, the liquid almost half gone to my head. The mixture of my exhaustion, whiskey, and music made it impossible for me to be aware of anything around me. So I was mildly surprised when the music was turned down and a feminine voice took over.

“You’re up late, Father,” she said, forcing me to look up from my papers and right at her. She was standing on the ground in front of the stage. My breathing ceased to exist the moment my eyes met her.

It felt nearly impossible to keep my eyes on her face. But for the moment my eyes trailed down her body, I noted what she wore. A pair of dark grey athletic shorts hung from her hips, matched with a black shirt off her shoulders. She looked comfortable. I briefly wondered if she had even slept.

And then my eyes caught something as I looked back at her face.

Her necklace, the rosary her grandmother gave her, hung around her neck, and the cross sat right over her chest. It was getting increasingly harder to keep my eyes on her face instead of other, unholy, places. Did she even realize that? Was she doing it on purpose? I couldn’t tell at first. But the moment my eyes met hers, I could see her true intentions. How I didn’t see them from the beginning is beyond me. I’ve been so distracted recently that my head hasn’t been in the right space. 

“Plum, what’re you doing here?”

“You’re the one who said middle of the night,” she mumbled as she sauntered over to me. I swallowed roughly, watching as she tugged at the hem of her shirt. I could feel my briefs tighten as she stopped right in front of me.

“That didn’t answer my question,” I stated pointedly. She stared at me, swallowing roughly. I wanted to know what she was thinking, where her mind wandered as the silence settled between us. Her eyes fell to the ground and a slight look of embarrassment grew across her face. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she whispered before looking back at me. I stared at her and nodded. Her eyes showed me that she was trying to act innocent. But everything else about her was telling me otherwise. She wanted more than what she was leading on. 

“I see,” I hummed as I reached for my glass. Plum stayed silent as she watched me take a long sip. I stared back at her, letting the bitter liquid sit in my mouth for a moment before I swallowed roughly. “So you came to talk to me?” I asked, placing the ledge of my glass on the counter. She smirked and nodded lightly. My eyes fell to the ground as she stepped closer to me, standing right beside me. 

“So I came to talk to you, Father,” she whispered before leaning over the counter. I sucked in a deep breath and glanced at her for a moment, noting that she was giving me a show. 

“Well, neither of us are doing much talking, are we?”

“And I fear neither of us will do much talking, Father,” she whispered as she looked up at me. I licked the corner of my lips before looking back at the notebook in front of me. My sloppy handwriting took up the header, easily saying Temptations From The Devil. The little devil beside me hummed as she went on her toes to try and gain my attention once again. “Father.” “What do you think you’re trying to do, Little Devil,” I asked as I finally looked back at her. She smiled the moment I said her new nickname. I wasn’t surprised when she refused to answer me. However, I was more surprised when she came around the counter and moved so she was standing between me and my work surface. Her arms snaked around my neck as she tried pulling me closer.

“Trying to corrupt you, Father,” she whispered once her lips were as close to my ear as they could get. I choked on my breath and stared at her with wide eyes the moment I could see her face. Her eyes scanned mine, waiting for a reaction. I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to react. Her honesty was something I wasn’t anticipating, and I’ve had people confess murders to me.

“Little Devil,” I said with a tsk as I lifted my hand to pull on her necklace. Her eyes fell to my hand as it rested on the center of her chest. She took a deep breath and looked back up at me as I pulled her closer to me. “You can’t corrupt something that’s been through years of corruption,” I hissed into her ear. She shivered slightly as our eyes locked. “On your knees,” I mumbled. Before I even got the command out of my lips, she was kneeling at my feet. I didn’t even care that the carpet was probably rough on her knees. There was not a care in my bones for her worry. 

My eyes fell back down to her, taking in how doe-y her eyes were as she impatiently waited for my next command. She wobbled on her knees slightly from side to side or back to back. Her lower lip was drawn between her teeth as her eyes met mine. When I took too long to speak, the little devil in front of me sat higher up on her knees and lifted her hands to my belt buckle. I wanted to stop her, really I did. But I think my need for more was stronger than any celibacy vow could be. 

Plum’s eyes shot up to mine the moment she’d finished unbuckling my belt. It felt like she was waiting for permission to do the next step. My head carefully moved up and down as I swallowed roughly. The smile that grew across her lips seemed sweet, but there was an obvious hidden meaning behind it. It seemed like it was her life’s mission to quickly undo my slacks. When they were finally undone, she pushed them off and to the ground. The cool air of the sanctuary hit my backside as I was left in my plain black button-up. Her eyes were glued to my hard cock that was just in front of her.

“Well,” I stated, causing the girl to look right up at me, “What are you waiting for?” My voice was low as I spoke. She stared right at me, it felt like she was looking right into my soul. What if she was sent by God to tempt me? Or worse, what if she was a gift from Satan to win me over? I didn’t want to question it the moment her lips parted and she gently licked the tip of my cock. A groan got caught in my throat as I watched the tip of my length disappear into her mouth. She was, most certainly, a gift from the Devil to win me over.

One of her hands wrapped around my thigh to hold herself up better, whereas her other hand wrapped around the length of my cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her mouth was soft and warm, and her touches were harsh but at the same time gentle. It was merely impossible to let a simple, innocent, Godly thought in my head. Not while she was on her knees in front of me. 

Curses left my lips the longer hers were wrapped around my cock. I don’t think there’d be any way the church would forgive me for this if they ever found out this happened. The realization of potentially losing my job, and this entire life I’ve made for myself, hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I was about to release into Plum’s mouth, I pushed her away from me and stepped back.

Plum fell to the ground, her eyes meeting mine with absolute shock and terror. I could see it in her eyes that she thought she’d done something wrong. But it wasn’t her. She had entirely nothing faulting her. It was my fault. I grew weak and wanted her. 

“I-uh, Father,” she started, causing me to refocus my eyes on her. Her eyes were the slightest bit watery and her lips the tiniest bit red and swollen. A small string of spit hung from her mouth as she stared back at me with her doe eyes. 

I needed her more than I needed air. Everything else truly didn’t matter. Everything but this little demon ceased to exist in my mind.

“Fuck the church,” I muttered as I helped the girl up onto the communion table. My lips quickly attached back to her neck, leaving small spots and kisses in my wake. Plum fought with her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor. Once her shirt was gone, I helped her pull her shorts off. Her eyes met mine as her hand went to the necklace around her neck. But then my hand met hers and I pulled it away. I wanted her to wear it. 

I quietly sunk to the floor, my knees resting on the rough carpet. Plum looked down at me when my lips pressed against her thigh. Her breathing was audibly caught in her throat after she sucked in a breath. Slowly but surely, my lips made their ascent up her thigh till I made it to her soaking cunt. I glanced up at her the moment my tongue passed between her folds. 

I’d never tasted anything sweeter than her. Forbidden fruits truly were the sweetest there are. I needed more of her. I needed her more than air and life itself. Fuck the church.

“Please don’t stop, Father,” Plum whined the more I tasted her. Her hands went to the back of my head, pushing me further onto her. Knowing that this was the worst possible thing I could be doing inside of my church, only made me want to keep doing it. The little sounds she made pushed me to keep going. They blocked out the voices I heard in the back of my head telling me how wrong this act was.

I could tell she was getting close to her end when her breathing grew airy. The grip her hand held in my hand tightened, gently pushing my head to ensure I didn’t stop. At this point, I don’t think I could stop even if she wanted me to. But, judging by each sound she made, she didn’t want me to either.  

Soon enough she finished, my ears being filled with the sound of her beautiful whines and moans. I truly didn’t stop till she was screaming with pleasure and pushing me away from her. My body fell back, sitting on the ground in front of her. Her eyes met mine for a moment, watching as I carefully stood back to my feet. 

“What do you want, Little Devil?” I asked, my voice low. Her breath shuddered as I grasped her rosary and pulled it. She gasped lightly as she fell closer to me. Slowly, her rosary wrapped around my hand till my fingers grazed her throat. “Go on… Use your words.”

“I want you, Father,” she whimpered, lifting her hand to my wrist. I scanned her face for a moment before roughly pressing my lips to hers. The rosary around my hand tightened around her throat. The moment I knew her breathing stopped, I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. She looked up at me, shifting from side to side as she impatiently waited for what she wanted. An evil smirk grew across my lips as I basically slammed into her body. 

“I want you too, Little Devil,” I mumbled before pulling her closer to me. She choked on a whine as her head fell forward to my shoulder. The movements my hips made hastened just as my hand slipped further up her necklace till it was around her neck. My other hand snaked up her side before joining my hand around her throat. The slightest bit of pressure was added and I could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying this. But to be fair, as was I… Maybe a little too much. It was hard to say how long it’s been since I’ve been in such an intimate position with another person.

Her body clung to mine in every spot. It was like she needed me to survive. She probably felt that way in the moment. How do I know? Because that was how I felt about her. I needed her more than anything else in the world.

Plum lifted her hands up to my wrists and held them tight before tapping the side of my hand. I stared at her as I slipped my hands up her face and held her cheeks instead of her neck. My thumbs moved back and forth as I wiped away the slight dampness on her skin. Her moans sounded like music from Above. I simply couldn’t get enough.

“I’m close,” she whimpered. I smiled and nodded, taking her words to my heart. I wished I had Reid’s eidetic memory so I could file that away forever. 

“Can you hold on for me? Just for a few more seconds?” I asked, practically begging. She nodded lightly as she moved my hand over her lips. She was leaving light kisses on my palm. And a few moments and faulty movements later, we finished together. Her body fell into mine, and with what energy I had left, I kept her upright. Her breathing slowly evened out. And then I realized what we had just done.

I was fucked.

Weeks, if not months, have slipped by and my bond with Plum turned into something I wasn’t expecting. Of course, she was the one who appeared at my parsonage more than I called her up when one of us were in need. I didn’t question it. But the elders and congregation of my church were growing suspicious. Hell, it even felt like every painting of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ were staring at me, like they knew I’d been doing wrong.  

I had to put an end to this whether I wanted to or not. It was going to hurt more than I could imagine. These were things I was trying to get away from. But it felt like they just followed me no matter where I went. I had to tell her. I certainly wasn’t prepared to break her heart, or mine. It was, however, the way things had to be.

I needed to seek guidance on what to do. I didn’t want to shame her or anything like that. And I certainly didn’t want her to leave her home church. So, I set up a meeting with a couple of the elders of the church and explained to them the situation I had put myself into. To say they were shocked was an understatement. Once shock wore off and they were ready to talk, we set up a plan on what to do. I was thankful they didn’t judge me or Plum. They did, however, agree that I needed to end it… And included I should leave.

My office was eerily quiet the morning I called her over to talk. It was like the entire building of my church knew what was happening. Of course the building would know. It knows of our countless escapades and hidden moments. 

When Plum arrived to my office, I quickly straightened out the slight mess on my desk and sat up right. She smiled at me as she walked around the two arm chairs (I was partly expecting her to sit in on) and my desk and sat down right beside me on the smooth surface. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she came here for something I wasn’t going to give her. 

“You wanted to talk, Father?” she asked, leaning closer to me. I stared at her before clearing my throat.

“I-Uh, yes. I did want to talk. No sneaking business,” I pointed out. Her slick smirk disappeared when she realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. After a brief awkward moment, she stood up and sat on one of the armchairs. I stared at her, watching as she nervously pulled and played with the hem of her shirt. I’d never seen her this anxious. 

“W-What was it you wanted to talk about?” she quietly asked. Part of me wondered if she knew what I was about to say. Her anxieties truly came out of nowhere. But I was doing this for her. 

“I understand that you’ve been attending this church since you were young… So it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to leave the congregation,” I mistakenly started in a terrible spot. I should’ve written out everything I wanted to say to her. But my brain was slush and improv was a safety guard for moments like these. Who am I kidding, I’ve never been in a moment like this. Not in my time in the Army, not in the FBI, or even teaching. This was the worst of the worse.

“Father, I- I don’t understand,” her voice quietly said. I was thankful we were the only ones in the building because she was so quiet. Suddenly she became so small. I was so used to this loud girl entering my office getting one thing, and one thing only. But she wasn’t. She became scared. 

“I am stepping away from the church, here in Florida, and I’m moving back to Virginia to help out a church there,” I calmly explained. I could see in her eyes that she was growing more frantic. Was she going to say she could come with? That leaving is a mistake? That she was going to make my life Hell?

“Father-” She started, but I was quick to cut her off.

“The time I had spending with you, Plum, I will cherish forever. But I cannot see you anymore. We cannot see each other anymore,”  I whispered. The fear of my voice cracking and tears growing in my eyes came true. I almost wasn’t able to get my words out. But then she said the thing that would break me for sure.

“But- I love you.”

“I know. I love you too. But… It’ll pass.” I stopped talking and stared at the woman who sat across from me. Tears were instantly welling in her eyes, waiting a moment before rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed roughly as I stood up. “For the sake of my sanity, and yours… Please don’t contact me again,” I said in a still tone as I looked at her. I hated the way her tears stained her cheeks. This was for the best, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. There’s no way there’d be a good outcome if we continued sleeping together, let alone see each other. This was for the best.

 I stayed silent as I left my office. Words didn’t have to be exchanged for it to be bittersweet and emotional. My back stayed towards the girl as I walked away, and I could feel her eyes on me the entire way out. This would be the last time I saw my sweet Plum. 

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October 16: Trouble

Saturday detention at 8 am was not a place Pidge typically found herself. In fact, for all the trouble she caused, she actually had never been issued detention. But drastic measures were needed if she wanted access to the school’s main server. After some thought, she figured no one would notice if she disappeared for a little bit.

So far so good. It’s been about 30 minutes and the teacher assigned this dismal duty was busy whispering into his phone and not even looking out toward the class. No one checked the school id so she just initialed next to the name that had none. She figured to lay low until 9 then planned to ‘go to the restroom’ and she was good. Feeling bored, she evaluated her classmates who weren’t talented enough to not get caught. She saw a girl who was in her grade who she heard had got caught cheating on a Spanish test, then behind her was a guy who honestly was probably high. Then there were a few seniors who got in trouble for the senior prank. She didn’t know what they were thinking pulling fire alarms in the middle of the day during passing periods when teachers were actually in the halls! It’s like they didn’t even try! Honestly, a little planning really goes a long way.

Feeling exhausted, she lowers her head to the desk, absently wondering why the heat wasn’t on. If they were holding detention, at least, they could be warm. But for all she knows, this is part of the punishment. Smirking, she imagined the principal making this day as uncomfortable as possible. Closing her eyes she figured she could maybe nap until she got to work. She felt the air move and the scraping of a chair. The room was practically empty why would someone sit next to her?!

Determined to keep her eyes close and not engage, she tenses when she feels someone lean in close, warm breath on her ear, causing an involuntary shiver. Whispered words, “They warned me about you, I should have listened.”

What the fuck? My eyes flash open to stare into Keith’s laughing eyes.

October 17: Train

Self-defense class. Katie Holt was in a roomful of women, wives, and daughters, to train. Learn how to defend themselves they said. Matt said it would be fun. Her dad claimed it was for her own good. She nodded. She believed them. But really it was like a popularity contest. Sighing, looked around at the girls her age. They initially had everyone in one room, for one week. Then they split the group into groups and she was now stuck with a bunch of spoiled princesses.

Dressed in coordinating outfits, fancy shoes, and full-on hair and makeup. Who learned to fight all dolled up? Her brother was one of the ‘teachers’ and she could safely say he was not focused on teaching her how to punch or kick. Instead, he was too busy staring at Allura’s chest, which honestly was pretty impressive. But again, NOT the purpose of today. At her groan, Matt finally looked at Katie. “What’s up Pidgey?”

She pointed across the room. “Who’s that?”

Matt slapped her hand, “Don’t point! Oh! Someone. You don’t want to mess with it. I heard. That..”

Too late. She was already walking over. Yeah, that’s who she wanted to teach her. The one guy in the room who wasn’t busy staring at the bevy of beautiful women but instead was using the boxing bag. She thought his name might be …

October 18: Horseback Riding

Keith grinned taking a deep breath of crisp country air. This was definitely different; the group decided to spend fall break at a ranch. Pidge joked that it was because Matt needed a boyfriend but honestly they all just were desperate for a break. From politics. From watching what they say. From having to be decorous and polite. Or maybe that was just him but honestly, Keith was actually happy this place had a no-tech rule.

He turned back trying to catch sight of Pidge who was decidedly less enthusiastic about the lack of technology. Once they got here and they collected all their devices, he actually thought she was going to cry. The look she gave Matt, well, as Lance said he better sleep with his eyes open. Currently, he was second in a long row of his friends riding on horseback. They took a path through a small forest and currently on the edge of a small bluff. Looking down, he hoped these horses were well-trained. Knowing his friends, Lance was most likely not really paying attention and he knew Hunk would be scared shitless if he looked down.

As they were traveling around the bend, he caught sight of Pidge. She was, fuck, she was last. And falling quickly. Frowning he pulled his horse to the side, he thought these people were trained. The lady in front of him quickly turned, “Hey pardner, stay in line.”

“Uh, yeah, but my friend is falling behind. I’m going-“

“Oh don’t worry, Derek is bringing up the rear. He’ll make sure no one gets left behind. Now, as I was saying, this ridge line-“

Keith tuned out the woman and used the reins to head to the back. He wasn’t trusting Derek with his…halting his thoughts a yell clearly came from the back.

He couldn’t see Pidge at this point, but her voice clearly indicated she was not happy.

“I’m not getting back on the damn horse bud. Nope. The horse must be suicidal and he is NOT taking me with him!”

As Keith nears Pidge, he motions to Matt that he’s got the situation covered. His horse trots over and he sees Pidge standing off the side of the path and emphasized her point by stamping her foot. He jumped off his horse and asks, “What happened?”

Derek replies, “Nothing really, Katie just got scared when Wilson got a little too close to the edge.” He smiles encouragingly at her, eyes never leaving hers.

Keith stood an intentional step closer to Pidge and broke their gaze. Frowning, he decided he didn’t like this guy. At all.

The woman who was leading their group was suddenly here and Keith absently noticed that the entire group has now stopped and was watching.

“Listen, honey, you need to get back on your horse. We are too far to walk and our horses are well-trained. Up.”

Keith smirked. Yeah that wasn’t going to work.

“Excuse me!? I was on the damn horse so I know what I’m talking about! If you weren’t so busy flirting with anything with a penis you’d have noticed. So no, honey, I’m not getting back on that horse. Why don’t we switch if he’s so well trained?!”

Keith grinned. Yeah, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. But then the ranch hand interrupted and said, “You can always ride with me. I promise you’ll be safe with me.”

Keith growled, “Yeah, no. She can ride with me.” Pulling on her arm he moved her closer to him and his horse.

The woman once again talked down to Pidge but Keith was pissed now. “Annie, look, we are just wasting time and daylight. She’ll ride with me.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “My name is Ann! I’ve already told you that!”

Keith shrugged, “Okay, Ann. Why don’t you grab Pidge’s horse and let’s be on our way.”

“No, we don’t let guests ride double so she has to be with Derek.”

Before Pidge had time to reply, Keith quickly shook his head no. “This is not up for debate. She rides with me or we both walk. Non-negotiable and aren’t we paying you for this experience?”

“Yeah, your customer service sucks! Once I am back to civilization you better believe I’m leaving an in-depth review!”

Keith tried not to laugh but Shiro was not as successful. Going into dad and negotiator mode, he states, “We don’t mean to be difficult. But, this ride is much longer than the stated 30 minutes and I think we all are ready to head back. Katie can ride with Keith, he’s ridden before so it is fine. Really.”

“And maybe if you didn’t give me such a stubborn horse this wouldn’t be an issue!”

Keith nodded, “Yeah, okay that’s settled.” He turned to Pidge, lowering his voice, “Need a boost? I swear, I’ve got you.”

After a few tense moments, she moves back to the front of the line and Derek quickly moves off. As they start riding again, Keith murmurs into Katie’s ear, “Suicidal horse? Please tell me more.”

Keith can feel Pidge relax into his body and as she details her ride, he thinks, she fits in my arms really well. Really.

#kidge #keith kogane #katie holt #keith x pidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #voltron #fanfiction #kidgetober #pidge #pidge x keith #keith #kidgetober2022 #horseback #train #trouble

[darsiared]

OBSESSION

CHAPTER 1 : WHERE ENDS MEET

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Appearance of oc: - Black haired - Height 5'6 - Age around 20 - Purple eyes - Skinny - Wheat colour skin - Simple jeans and hoodie, doesn't like to dress up and stand out - Trimmed nails - Slouched posture

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After exorcising the 20th special grade curse of the day, Gojo Satoru finally decided to call it a day and go back home.

Now all he wanted to do was to eat some sweet rice buns and get a good night's sleep.

But of course that wouldn't be possible, he thought, while passing through an empty street. Once he returned to the office he would have to report every curse encounter and their abilities in detail. He could sense an all nighter shift coming.

Now all he had to do was think of a way to force Ichiji to write his reports for him.

The curses in the city were drastically increasing in number and strength. With more and more of them becoming capable of using complex Jujutsu, times were going to get even more difficult for the ones who had sworn to protect.

But those special grades really had some nerve believing they could just single handedly defeat him like it's no big deal. Those imbeciles really didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word Strongest.

Same goes for the brat who had been following him for the last 20 minutes.

His stalker's cursed energy was weaker than a beginner's, but they definitely knew how to hide their presence way too well. Gojo himself only noticed them a little while ago, while fighting the cursed spirit, when his senses were boosted. Who knows how long they had been following him before that.

That made Gojo a little curious about the powers of this person as nothing could usually escape his six eyes thus he decided to finally face his guest and be over with them.

"Come on out, I know you're there." he said out loud, turning around.

The person surprisingly obliged immediately, as if they were waiting to be called out and started walking towards him.

As they got nearer, Gojo could tell that this person was a girl, and that she really was an amateur, as she was completely unguarded and had a tonne of openings. Well, at least that meant she was not an attacker.

Or she could be pretending to be an amateur to make him lower his gaurd and be looking for an opportunity to strike when he was distracted.

But it was not something that Gojo Satoru needed to worry about.

She reached near him and stopped a couple of steps away, her hands in her pockets, and her purple eyes gazing at him rather expectantly.

"Are you Gojo Satoru?" she asked, in a voice more steady than he had expected.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

She seemed pretty decent and harmless on first look, but years of fighting experience told Gojo to stay wary. She just gave off this air that even he felt uncomfortable being near. Something about her was definitely off.

"You dropped this" she said, taking something out of her pocket, which Gojo then realised was his wallet.

"Huh? Oh! Ah.....Yeah, Thanks." he said.

He was baffled for a second. That was the last thing he had expected to hear. She was obviously upto something. She wasn't even trying to hide it.

He opened his wallet and found that it had been completely emptied except for his teacher ID card from school.

"How did you know my name?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your ID card was in the wallet."

"So you opened the wallet?" he asked.

"Yeah"

"And you stole from it?"

"Yeah."

"Did I drop the wallet or did you steal it?"

"I stole it."

Wow.

"So, why show up now? Wouldn't it be better to just run away and keep the money. Or did you suddenly develop a conscience?" Gojo asked, slowly beginning to enjoy this conversation.

The girl once again took something out of her pockets, which this time was Gojo's credit cards and cash. She extended her hand, offering his possessions back to him.

But Gojo couldn't care less about the money anymore, as what she had in her other hand was again, the last thing he had expected to be present in the city of Tokyo at a time like this and in the hands of someone who he now realised wasn't that much of an amateur after all.

An extremely rare and powerful cursed tool that Gojo himself had been fruitlessly looking for, for years now.

"I think now I have your attention." the girl said smiling for the first time.

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#anime #cannonxoriginalcharacter #canondivergence #characterdevelopment #dark #fanfiction #firstfanfic #firststory #fushiguro #fushigurotoji #gojosatoru #jjk #jujutsukaisen #manga #newauthor #nosmut #originalcharacter #psychological #romance #romancefanfiction #slowburn #sociopath #toji #tojifushiguro #yandere

[octolingo-writes]

17, 19, 39

For the writer asks!

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? Usually I just move on to writing another project, because I have so many that are going at once. If I don’t have any motivation at all, I either stare at my computer screen until something hits me, or I force myself to write even little bitty sentences because something is better than nothing

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3? I wasn’t sure if there was an official way to find this, but I did some math and it seems to be variations of Hurt/Comfort—it’s in 35 out of my 91 fics, so almost 40% of my fics are tagged h/c

39. Share a snippet from a WIP: this is from JRWI WIP :)

“You’re not a big fan of these either, huh?” Chip spun around, clenching his hands into fists and bringing them up to protect his face. Instead of the visage of a magical sorcerer or some undead being, Chip found himself looking down at a burly Dwarven man. The first thing Chip noticed was that the Dwarf was bald, and the urge to slap the man’s head gripped him for only a moment; the man had muscles that suggested he could break Chip in half like a toothpick. The Dwarf wore a rusty-colored tuxedo and iron-tipped boots, and he tugged uncomfortably at his collar with one hand. Chip wasn’t the only one who felt out of place in formal situations, it seemed. “You can put your fists down, kid.”     Chip lowered his fists immediately, embarrassed. “What makes you think I’m not a fan?” He challenged defensively. The man laughed. 

    “It’s practically written on your face.” He said. “You’re not as slick as you think you are.”     “I don’t think I’m slick!” Chip protested indignantly, beginning to feel as if he was being chastised by some sort of teacher.

    “Uh-huh.” The Dwarf said skeptically. “I’m Mountain, by the way.”     “I’m Chip!” Chip said, then internally cursed. What was the point of his dapper alter-ego, Felix Lionsgold, if he never used the name? Or the accent? He’d forgotten the accent too. He would’ve facepalmed, but didn’t want to seem stupid in front of Mountain. “Uh, what brings you here?”     “Invitation, like everyone else.” Mountain said, his tone suggesting he didn’t think Chip had gotten an invitation through legal means. Chip was offended. Sure, he hadn’t technically been invited, but the insinuation that he would resort to stealing was just plain rude—the fact that he had been thinking about stealing the jewelry from a wealthy-looking woman just five minutes ago was irrelevant. “You got any friends?”

    “Uh, yeah, Jay and Gillion.” Chip said. This was a very strange conversation. “I don’t know where either of them went, but they’re around here.” 

    “I wish they didn’t make us leave our weapons.” Mountain grumbled. Chip’s eyes lit up as he realized he now had an actual topic to talk about with his new acquaintance. He held up his cane and pointed to it, then leaned in to whisper. 

    “There’s a sword in my cane.” He said, grinning. “It’s a fake cane.”     “Wait, really?” Mountain said incredulously. “That’s awesome! Maybe I should start a fight just so I can see you use it.” 

    “Well, maybe don’t… do that.”

    “Eh, not right now, at least.” Mountain crossed his arms and looked out over the crowd of fancily-dressed people. “Well, if nothing else happens, at least I found one person who doesn’t fit in here.”     “Hey, I fit in just fine!” Chip exclaimed. Mountain glanced at him. 

    “Sure you do, kid.” 

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi fated #ask game #octo posts #octo answers #octo writes #thank you for the ask!!! #:D

[allinmycorner]

It was Disney Plus Night on Dancing With the Stars! Which is essentially Disney night but since the show is now on Disney Plus, they decided to theme it to the streaming service. My guess is so they could expand some of their selections since not everything on Disney Plus is specifically Disney.

Disney Night is always one of my favorites though we didn't have as much Disney magic as usual. We did have Mickey and Minnie, so I'm happy.

(Though I'm a bit disappointed we didn't get anything to "We Don't Talk About Bruno." Bruno is right there! It would've made for such a great opening!)

So was tonight a fairy tale or nightmare? Let's review!

Sam and Cheryl: Poor Sam! His paso doble to "The Greatest Show" was certainly better than his samba last week and he was certainly stronger than Vinny. But the judges scored him lower and the votes just wasn't there. So far, it seems that landing in the bottom two one week is still the kiss of death even if you are saved, which is why I'm worried about Trevor. But thank you, Sam, for the dances you gave us in your time on the show and we'll see you in the finale!  

Charli and Mark: Once again Charli has one of the best scores and routines in the show, though she does admit she had an advantage with this one. Charli does have training in jazz and so was able to easily nail the routine to the theme from "The Simpsons," even while dressed as Marge. Her teachers were even there to support her. It was a great routine filled with Mark's creativity but it is starting to get a little boring. I feel guilty hoping anyone in the top three would slip up just for some variety but that's where we are.

Gabby and Val: Yep, Gabby is in the top again as well. And I can't really fault her routine. Her quickstep to "Mr. Blue Sky" while dressed as Gamora to Val's Starlord was very good. She seemed to relax and have a lot more fun this week, which I think also helped. I have a feeling it's going to be a fight between her, Charli and Wayne until the very end.

Wayne and Witney: Last time, I said I was looking forward to a freestyle from Wayne but I really meant "contemporary" and I really want it more after his jazz routine to "Wait for It" from Hamilton. If he danced this beautifully and emotionally for jazz, I can only imagine what his contemporary will look like. And it was a nice nod to give him this song since he did perform on Broadway.

Heidi and Artem: Heidi is definitely a contender now. Her Viennese waltz to "Chim-Chim-Cheree" was absolutely magical and likely one that contestants will copy in future seasons. I did notice Charli making the "loser" hand motion when Alfonso was interviewing Heidi about being Charli's competition now. Be nicer to your mother, young lady. She may just kick your ass in this competition.

Jordin and Brandon: This really was Jordin's best dance. Her connection to her song, "Remember Me," is so sweet and they even let her sing a bit before she launched into a fun jazz routine that really showed off her personality and her skills. I love her and I hope she continues this upward trajectory. Go, Jordin!

Selma and Sasha: The Muppets definitely looked CGI into the intro and Selma's package, right. And if they were live - yikes! Anyway, Selma had some concerns about dancing the quickstep with her limitations but as she has consistently done, she came out and delivered an amazing performance to "The Muppet Show Theme" that lit up the ballroom as much as her smile.

Shangela and Gleb: Shangela continues to be a ray of sunshine in the ballroom. And she knows Jenifer Lewis, who came to sang "Dig a Little Deeper" as Shangela and Gleb danced a Charleston. It was a lot of fun and definitely fit The Princess and the Frog perfectly. She's on her way up and I can't wait to see what she does next. Also, now we all know what a sickle foot is.

Jessie and Alan: I have to agree this was Jessie's best dance. I'm not sure if it will be the start of her coming from behind to be the women's dark horse but we'll have to see. Either way, she handled the jive well even dressed as Sarah Sanderson and while Alan was in full Billy costume. They performed to "One Way or Another" from Hocus Pocus 2.

Daniel and Britt: Daniel had a bit of a stumble this week. He fell off the beat and struggled to recover given how fast the quickstep is. But he still seemed to have fun dancing to "Finally Free" from High School Musical the Musical The Series. And the little boy he's mentoring is absolutely adorable. Daniel really is inspiring for many, many reasons and I hope he bounces back next week.

Vinny and Koko: I think Vinny was overscored. It almost feels as if the judges have realized that he is popular with the voters and so are just pandering to them now. But Vinny and Koko did seem to have fun while dancing the samba to "Il gatto e la volpe" from Luca. And I guess that's really what the judges scored him on this week.

Joseph and Daniella: Daniella has been cleared to return to the ballroom and was reunited with Joseph. She gives him kudos before teaching him the Charleston for their performance to "A Star is Born" from Hercules. Joseph compares himself to Hercules, saying he was bullied for being skinny. Anyway, his Charleston was fun and pretty good. But I'm glad the judges have called out Daniella's overreliance on tricks and want to see him just dance.

Trevor and Emma: Trevor managed to get through his samba to "Life is a Highway" despite having an injured shoulder. There was some concern but he managed it. So it was a shame that he ended up in the final two. But will everyone's scores so close now, we'll probably see more of this as the weeks continue.

Next time we'll have two shows! Monday will see the return of "Most Memorable Year" while Tuesday will be "Prom"! It sounds like we'll have eliminations both nights so two people will go home next week.

See you then!

#dancing with the stars #season 31 #sam champion #cheryl burke

[chiropteracupola]

rewatching the wind in the willows musical just to feel something, and this line reminded me of a certain someone.

#em draws stuff #his nose is a little messed up since the scanner did a thing and I couldn't figure out how to reshape it #good enough for fish and biscuits #aubreyad #jack aubrey #wind in the willows musical #thinking a little about a teacher I had once that would really noticeably lower my grades #if I ever left a white background or even white borders on my work #and how that has probably led me to my current position of being pretty much unable not to put some kind of color-y background on everythin

[bubbledumbbinch]

Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

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Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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