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lesbianpepsi · 2 years ago

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my love, my life

pairing: jenna ortega x autistic!fem!reader

summary: Jenna was the rock you never knew you needed in your life

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words: 4.007k (im sorry)

warnings: verbally abusive parents, ableism, ableist remarks, r parents are dicks, r has a meltdown, swearing, bad writing

authors note: if i got anything wrong please correct me in a respectful and kind way please, other than that i hope you enjoy this:)

You were the one who begged your parents to allow you to start acting at such a young age, being utterly fixated on the world of acting after seeing Spider-Man for the first time.

In the beginning your parents didn't like the idea of you becoming a child actor, especially after what they heard from a myriad of news sources of how troubled child actors became when they reached their teens.

But after a lot of pleading they reluctantly allowed you to audition for anything that came up.

You were the young age of six when you got your first real role, it was for a random soup company commercial, it was nothing major but it was something.

Acting brought you a large sense of comfort, already knowing what was going to happen as you memorised your lines in a blink of an eye.

You always had a struggle with portraying emotions but eventually you got the hang of it and became much better.

At eight years old you got your first big break; the role of a little sister's killer. The role of Jill Roberts' little sister in Scream Four.

You blew up.

At first you weren't a fan of all the attention and even got quite upset over it, the large change of attention by strangers on the street scaring you.

Your parents on the other hand were absolutely thrilled and began auditioning you for many other movies and tv shows.

You weren't properly diagnosed with autism till the age of fourteen; long after you had become a child actor. You were shocked but found comfort in that information, it was as if you finally found out the answer to longing question.

Your parents on the other hand did not believe the doctors when they diagnosed you with autism, refusing to believe the fact and that you were just simply dramatic.

As your fame grew, your stress and anxiety only did too. It got to the point where you could barely get through an interview before going completely non-verbal for a few days.

Your parents called you dramatic since you could act in front of cameras but couldn't answer simple questions in front of a few people with flashing cameras.

You defended yourself that it wasn't the same, it never was. You didn't know what was going to happen in those interviews, while you knew everything when acting.

As the years passed you became even quieter and couldn't attend almost any interview or premier. You stopped auditioning for movies and shows when you were sixteen, deciding to take a two year break of acting.

Your parents were enraged by that fact and barely interacted with you, leaving you alone in one small house as they bought another large one for themselves with your money.

You didn't care, as long as you were alone you were happy.

A few days after your eighteenth birthday you received a call, asking if you were willing to come back to play an old role.

Maxine "Max" Roberts, the younger sister of Jill Roberts.

In the beginning you were reluctant but after a few days of thinking you accepted the role.

Without a doubt, that was the best decision of your entire life, career wise aside.

In the set of Scream Five you reconnected with old friends such as Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and even David Arquette officially as grown adult and no longer a child.

You also managed to make long life friends such as Mikey Madison, Mason Gooding, Dylan Minnette, Jack Quaid and you even meet your favourite youtuber James A. Janisse who made a small cameo in the movie.

But the person you met on the Scream Five set that changed your life was the actress who played Tara Carpenter; the first Scream character to survive an opening kill.

Jenna Ortega.

You and Jenna instantly connected, a feeling you had never felt in your entire lifetime. Jenna understood you better than your own parents, even treating you better than them.

Before Scream Five was even wrapped you and Jenna began dating; both of you absolutely head over heels for each other.

Jenna helped you tremendously throughout the process after Scream Five was released, helping you in interviews if you got nervous and felt your throat tightening up. Helping you in any premier by always holding your hand if you wanted to squeeze hers if you got too angsty.

She did so much more than your parents ever did. It wasn't a wonder why you hadn't had a proper conversation with them since you were sixteen.

You were fine with that fact; you didn't need them anymore. You had Jenna.

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"So, I was thinking of some mac 'n cheese for dinner?" Jenna suggested once the credits of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' began playing throughout yours and Jenna's small living room.

You grinned happily at her as you tapped your finger along with the music that played with the credits. "Well if you're offering of course."

Jenna scrunched her nose adorably as she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a quick peck on the forehead as she stood up. "I'm presuming you watch the end credit scene?" She asked you as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

You nodded your head as your eyes remained fixated on the screen. "You presume correctly, my love."

"As always, my life." Jenna replied, finishing off your nickname with a small laugh as she entered the kitchen.

It was a silly joke that started when Jenna found out your all time favourite band was Abba. She had made it her life goal to memorise each of your favourite songs; one of those songs being 'My love, My life'.

You smiled to yourself as you unconsciously played with the bottom of the graphic Spiderman shirt Jenna gave you for your birthday months ago. The material of the shirt was your favourite and didn't irritate you like many other fabrics did.

After a few minutes passed the end credit scene began playing as the smell of mac 'n cheese started to infiltrate your nose, your smile softened.

Mumbling the lines along with the characters you were interrupted when three knocks were at the door.

You ignored the fact it was an awkward number as you headed towards the door, confused as to who it could be.

Maybe it was one of Jenna's siblings you guessed, but as you unlocked the door your jaw dropped as you saw who was standing behind the door with crooked smiles.

"Mother? Father?" You asked bewildered as you stared at them with wide eyes, you hadn't seen them in years.

Your mother smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she took a step closer to you with open arms, to which you took a step back at.

"Y/n, honey, it's been so long." Your mother cooed as she lowered her arms, a small look of hurt in her eyes at your rejection at touch.

"Four years. It's been four years." You confirm with a deadpan look as you looked at them, they still looked pretty much the same since you last saw them. "Why're you two here?" You asked them rather bluntly, your eyes narrowing questioningly on your father who didn't have the sweet smile your mother had on her face.

"Is it so wrong for parents to come visit their only daughter? We've missed you so much after all these years." She said as she wrapped an arm around your fathers bicep, leaning into him. Your fathers jaw clenched momentarily as he nodded his head stiffly. "We've missed you so much, rabbit." Your father mumbled out in a gruff tone of voice.

A smile grazed your lips at the nickname your father used to call you when growing up, there was no backstory to it, it was a simple name he had called you for years.

At the nostalgic name you couldn't help to lower your guard as you gave them a genuine smile, to which your parents actually smiled back at you.

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke you off your trance as you snapped your head to the side, Jenna rounding the corner with her hair now in a messy bun.

Before you could get a word out you heard your mother gasp as she freed your father from her grip, a look of admiration in her eyes as she looked at your girlfriend.

"And you're our Y/n's girlfriend, we've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." She interrupted, extending her hand out to shake Jenna's.

Jenna glanced at you with a questioning look, you shrugged your shoulders weakly at her look. She sighed as her movie star smile appeared on her face, turning back to face your mother.

"Likewise." She says as she connects her hand with your mothers.

As your mother chatted Jenna's ears off you turned your attention back to your father who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Your father must've felt eyes on him as he slowly flickered his eyes away from your mothers figure to your eyes, his eyes still as cold as you remembered.

He coughed dryly as he took a singular step towards you, a tight lipped smile on her face as he looked down at you.

"It's nice to see you again, peanut." He whispered to you, your heart melted at his words. Has your father actually changed? It sure sounded like it.

"It's nice to see you too, father." You replied back with a whisper, a small smile toyed on your lips. He grinned as he nodded curtly at you before he focused back on your mother.

"Is it alright if we stayed for dinner? It's just we haven't seen our Y/n in such a long time." You heard your mother plead to Jenna, her voice bordering into desperation.

Jenna's beautiful brown eyes flickered over to you, silently asking you if you were okay with you, you nodded your head.

She let out a small breath as she nodded her own head, returning to meet your mothers eyes.

"Of course, I hope you don't mind mac 'n cheese." Jenna joked as she took a few steps back, your mother following hot on her trail.

You and your father follow them as you close the front door. Your father turned to look at you as he walked over to the dining table. "You're still obsessed with that?" He asked with what sounded like curiosity to you, meanwhile Jenna's head had snapped back to where you and your father stood at his tone of words which did not sound like it was full of curiosity.

You nodded your head oblivious as you pulled out a chair for him. "Yes I do, it's been my comfort meal for years. I'm surprised you even remembered that."

He scoffed as he glanced back at you, sitting down in the seat. "I wish I didn't." He grumbled under his breath, thankfully you didn't hear his words as you headed over to the kitchen where your mother and Jenna were at.

Jenna was slowly stirring the pot full of mac 'n cheese as your mother chatted her ear off, a look of fake interest on Jenna's face.

"Do you need help with anything, Jen?" You asked her, interrupting your mother as you moved to stand next to her. She smiled softly at you as she nodded her head. "Could you get the cutlery and bowls out for me please?" You nodded your head as you immediately went to do what she asked for.

Thankfully, your mother left the kitchen as she went to sit down next to your father, whispering to him as their eyes glanced over the apartment.

You grabbed four bowls off of the top shelf with ease as you heard Jenna's hushed voice.

"Hey," She began, you turned to look at her as you neatly placed the bowls on the counter. "you sure you're okay with them being here?" She finished off in a whisper as she gazed into your eyes.

You nodded your head as you glanced back at your parents whispering to each other, smiling before you turned to look back at your girlfriend.

"I'm okay with them being here, really unexpected which annoys me but I haven't seen them in so long." Your tone became even more hushed as you leaned closer to Jenna. "Dad even remembered my nickname and the food I like, that must mean something, right?"

Jenna sighed as she nodded her head weakly, smiling as weakly as she placed a comforting hand on top of yours. "Okay, if you want them here then they can stay. But the moment you feel like you don't want them here just tell me okay?"

You nod your head understanding. "Okay, I will, thank you." Jenna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she turned back to her pot of mac 'n cheese.

After a few minutes passed you, Jenna and your parents were seated at your dining table as you all ate your food.

You were sitting in your favourite seat as Jenna sat next to you, your father across from you as your mother sat across from Jenna.

You were eagerly eating your food with a smile on your face, a sense of warmth and comfort hitting you as you ate your food.

"This is really good, Jen, thank you." Jenna's smile managed to make you feel even more at peace.

"So, Y/n, you got any new movies or shows coming up?" Your mother asked you with intrigue as she slowly ate her food.

You shook your head as you took another spoonful. "No but I was in the latest Spider-Man movie. It was so cool! I thought I would never be given a chance to be in a Spider-Man movie but I was offered a small role. I even got to design my own Spider-Man character and how she was and -oh my god I even-"

"Lower your voice, Y/n." Your father snapped as he played with his food. "We're not in another room, we're right next to you."

You frowned as you stopped talking immediately, looking down at your half empty bowl embarrassed. "Sorry, father." You said in a voice that you made sure it was quieter than before.

"And what, baby?" Jenna asked with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes focused on you and only you.

You picked up your head as you smiled sheepishly at her. "And I got to meet Daniel Kaluuya who's one of my favourite actors."

Your father sighed dramatically as he shook his head as he pushed his food around the bowl, he hadn't taken a singular bite of the food.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" He whispered to your mother in a tone what he thought was low enough, but you and Jenna heard him clearly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you loosened your grip on your spoon. "Oh, do you have somewhere else to be?" You asked him sincerely.

He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "Your attitude is still as horrible as I see."

What?

"I don't understand. I was asking you a question. How was that giving you attitude?" You asked him again, straightening your posture as you desperately searched for Jenna's hand from under the table.

She quickly interlocked your fingers together, her thumb expertly rubbing softly at your skin in an attempt to soothe you.

Your father dismissed you as he turned to look at his wife, a look of annoyance clear on his face. "Ask her. I'm not staying here much longer with that here." He demanded in a hushed whisper.

A deep frown slowly appeared on your face as you stared between your parents, an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach.

"What's he talking about, mother?" She sighed at your words, dropping her spoon into the bowl as she leaned against her hands.

"We need to ask a favour from you, honey." Your throat felt tighter as you swallowed dryly, your grip on Jenna's hand tightened.

"What favour?" You asked her, your eyes flickered back to your father who wasn't even looking at you. Your heart clenched uncomfortably in your chest at the sight.

"Well your father and I have been going through some things lately, and it hasn't been fun. It's been especially hard on your dad." The older woman sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily before she reopened them, her eyes teary as she looked into your eyes. "As your parents, we only ask you one favour, Y/n. We raised you and no parent wants to come grovelling to their own flesh and blood for help."

You stayed silent as you listened to her words, your anxiety was starting to increase at a speed that you hadn't felt in years.

"We need to borrow some money." She finally confessed with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "It's the only thing we've ever asked of you, my sweet child. Please, for your mom and dad."

You should've known they hadn't changed, you should've known.

As you stared into your parents eyes you swallowed dryly as you slowly opened your mouth.

"No." You whispered out.

"No?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "No? Are you serious? After all we've done for you?"

Your frown deepened as you averted his piercing gaze, looking down in your lap as you unconsciously started to rub your feet against each other.

"We could've given your spastic ass up for adoption but we didn't. And this is how you repay us? What a wonderful fucking daughter we have."

You shook your head weakly as your movement with your feet started to become more erratic.

"Get out of our house, right now." Jenna said coldly, trying to keep her temper under control as she didn't want to yell like your father was doing.

A sniffle was heard from your mother as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "My own daughter is betraying her only parents." She mumbled to herself.

It was if your heart was in your throat, the feeling as if it was tightening making you shake your head more violently.

"You see what you're doing, you freak, making your own mother cry." Your father pushed as he stood up, banging his fist against the table loudly.

You flinched at the noise as you shut your eyes tightly, letting go of Jenna's hand as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Jenna stood up as you let go of her hand, glaring heavily at your father. "I'm going to ask you again, leave our home and never return or I'll call the cops." She spat out slowly, her voice full of venom.

"You know what, Miss America, we'll do exactly that. Who would even want that as a child?" He laughed as if it was a joke as he held his wife's sobbing hand. "You're not my child, Y/n. Nobody would even want a reta-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence." Jenna interrupted the man's words, fury in her eyes as she rounded the table. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you two are a joke. Get out of our house right now."

Your father scoffed as he helped pull up his wife from her chair, tightening his hand in hers.

You weren't looking at them as you kept shaking your head, your eyes shut tightly as you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. The tightening in your throat becoming unbearable.

You heard your father and Jenna argue lowly but you couldn't hear anything they said as your fathers previous words plagued your thoughts loudly.

A wave of unshed tears were piling up behind your shut eyes as you slid off the wooden chair to sit down against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as you shook your head violently.

Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an unloveable creature.

Behind closed eyes you could notice the room darken, with a shaky gasp you opened your eyes, a flood of tears escaping immediately.

Through the thick tears you could see Jenna crouched down a few feet in front of you, the room itself was darkened as the main light was switched off. The only light remaining in the room was the corner lamp.

"Y/n, can I hold you?" Jenna's disoriented voice asked you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Your fathers cruel words voiced themselves in your mind at your body's rejection of speaking. A sob racked through your body as you desperately nodded your head. Instantaneously the moment you nodded your head Jenna moved to wrap her arms around you, allowing you to lean all your weight into her.

Silent sobs erupted from your body as you clung to Jenna for dear life, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as your arms were wrapped around her tightly.

"It's okay, it's just you and me, nobody else." She cooed into your ear as she gently rocked you back and forth. You could feel one of her hands rubbing affectionately against your back as she shushed you.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for; In Jenna's protective hold as she rocked you back and forth as you sobbed.

Eventually as your breathing calmed down and your sobs dying down, Jenna slowed down her rocking but she kept rubbing at your back with her soft palm.

"You feel a bit better?" She whispered into the dark room, not wanting to startle you with a loud voice.

You nodded your head mutely as you sniffled, your face still hidden in the crook of her neck.

"You know what they said wasn't true, right?" Jenna softly asked as her hand soothed you. You didn't move as you struggled to swallow, knowing if you nodded your head you would be lying.

Weakly, you shrugged your shoulders at her words, your fathers words still plagued your mind.

"What they said was absolute nonsense, Y/n, you're none of the things they called you." She reassured you, her voice so soft that if someone was in the kitchen they wouldn't have heard her. "I promise you I'll never let anyone say anything like that to you again, because what they said was lies."

You nodded your head as Jenna rocked you carefully, your breathing calming down.

"I love you, Y/n, never forget that. I love everything about you, everything." Jenna whispered again as she pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn't want you any other way, you're perfect just the way you are, and I love you so much."

Once again you attempted to speak but nothing except a strangled gasp of air came out, you shut your eyes back immediately as embarrassment coursed through your veins.

"Hey, hey, take your time, you don't have to force yourself to talk, okay? Going non-verbal is perfectly okay." Jenna cooed instantly as she rubbed at your back with a stronger force, you relished in the feeling as you nodded your head.

"Do you want me to reheat your dinner so we can watch the second Amazing Spider-Man movie while we eat it?" Jenna offered you in a gentle voice, she had slowed down on the rocking as you calmed down.

Mutely, you nodded your head with more eagerness than before. Jenna smiled in relief as she nodded her own head.

"Okay, I'll go reheat it and you can put the movie on for us. How does that sound?" She said, you pulled away from her as you smiled weakly, nodding your head. Jenna's own smile grew as she nodded her head along with you.

You were still weren’t sure whether your fathers words were true or not, but one thing you were positive of was that Jenna was the best girlfriend.

Jenna will always be your rock as she will always be the love of your life.

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sundrop-writes · 9 months ago

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i know it's one of the lesser voted ones, but i'm really excited for trouble is!! your fics are so good. take your time ofc, you're super awesome! <3

thank you so much!!!

I am honestly surprised that Trouble Is is one of the lesser voted ones. I thought it would be popular just on the basis of it being Sex Pollen. And because TMR seems to have a big active fanbase on Tiktok? There are a lot of edits for it? There are a lot of edits for it, with new ones being posted often. That's how I got inspired to get into my own personal TMR renaissance

Thomas is really hot as played by Dylan, and I am surprised that more people wouldn't be excited by the idea of a Sex Pollen fic starring him.

Anyway - the content of the votes don't really matter to me, because all the fics are finished in my drafts and will be posted at some point. And because you're excited about it, I have decided that I'm gonna post a little preview of the fic just for you <3

Trouble Is... - FANFIC PREVIEW

FULL FIC NOW POSTED

Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sex pollen - which means dubious consent (but in the full fic it's implied that the characters have pre-existing feelings for each other, therefore they want to have sex with each other very badly, the sex pollen just distracts them from the existing dangers of their world); WCKD drugging the characters with sex pollen for nefarious purposes; chemically induced arousal (to an extreme); there is no explicit sex in this section just mentions of sexual arousal and sexual attraction between the characters; implications of scent kink (from Thomas toward the reader; I think that's it for this section? It's not mentioned here, but Thomas and the reader are being trapped/held in a room against their will (which they are distracted from by the sex pollen chemicals in their systems).

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All that I know is I just can’t say ‘no’ to you - funny how things never change.

All that I wanted was just to get over you.

Trouble is - I can’t find a way. You’re part of me.

Trouble is - you’re part of me.

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“Chemical compound LI69 has been distributed.”

“How long until the subjects feel the effects?”

“Effects will be immediate. Symptoms should be noticeable in ten to twenty minutes. Desired outcome will be inevitable within twenty four hours.”

“Good. Keep bi-hourly notes. I want a full report.”

...

He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but he could even smell you in the air. Your natural smell was something so prominent in the air - shamefully, something he knew so damn well, something he had memorized and treasured close when his memories had still been so few and his head had still been so empty. Hugging you those first few times, he had tucked his nose into your hair and greedily whiffed deep breaths of your scent, absolutely loving how you were sweet, soapy - even if you were slightly sweaty from a long day of work, your natural scent was so damn perfect for him.

It was a smell that he loved so dearly - on top of everything else that he loved about you.

This time that wonderful scene that he knew as you had something else underlying with it - something needy and pungent that he wouldn’t quite know yet was arousal. But it was bringing back that feeling of anxious insanity that he had been boiling with earlier that day. The feeling that made him practically crawl out of his own skin, feeling like he needed to get to you.

Here, now, being in this room with you - he still didn’t feel close enough. He still didn’t feel as though that anxious thing inside of him, calling out for you had been answered. Not yet.

He had the urge to reach out and pull you close, hold you in his arms again, but he had a feeling that he would squeeze you tight and not want to let go - and then he would lose focus on getting you out of this room and to a safe place. And that just wouldn’t do.

“Thomas - your shirt…” You whispered the words on the edge of your breath, as though you were breaking some terrible secret by speaking it aloud.

He had almost forgotten that he had stripped off his shirt in such a haste - and the fabric was now clutched tightly in his shaking fist. Unconsciously, he was directing all of his energy to that point, furiously focusing on his grip to help himself resist the urge to reach out and grab you.

He hadn’t yet noticed the way you were looking at him. Your eyes hungrily raking over his bare torso, scanning over every inch of him from the muscles that bulged in his biceps while he moved to the veins protruding in his forearms to the trail of delicious dark hair that disappeared down into his pants. He thought nothing of taking off his shirt in front of you, because it was something he had done plenty of times before while working in the gardens with you (as a leader in the Glade, you had rotated jobs a lot, going wherever a spare hand was needed) - and you certainly hadn’t looked at him with anything resembling hunger in your eyes back then.

At least, he thought you hadn’t.

“Sorry.” He mumbled out, worried that he had made you uncomfortable by stripping so casually in front of you. “I just find it really warm in here - do you find it hot?”

He moved on, hating that nagging heat, almost as if it was crawling under his skin - something so much different from the warm sun of the Glade. This was a heat bubbling inside of him, pin-pricking all over his skin from the inside out. He wondered if this was what a fever felt like. Was he getting sick? Was he going to get you sick?

He felt another thick bead of sweat roll down his face and he used his balled up shirt to wipe it off.

“I guess?” You huffed out, seeming irritated. “Maybe.”

You squirmed on the spot and let out a pained sound, something that had Thomas on high alert once again.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked, purposefully locking his knees to keep himself from jumping toward you.

If he was getting sick, then invading your personal space wouldn’t be a good idea. In fact - he made it a point to take a step back, keeping his eyes locked on you, keeping a protective watch over you while his back became flush with the metal of the door. It was a pleasantly cooling sensation for a moment before the fever inside of him overpowered it - reminding him just how boiling hot he was. “It hurts.” You told him, your voice dissolving into a pained whine - shamefully, the sound rocked Thomas, and flooded him with something that could have only been described as arousal.

Fuck.

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melrodrigo · 2 years ago

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Tardy, part 5

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: There’s incriminating evidence against you, what will Tara believe?

Warnings: Scream levels of violence, swearing, angst, jealous Tara

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey babes, I know I said I’d stop the angst… but yk, the angst goblin took over. Also!! thank you for 400 followers <33 lurb all y’all

"Why did they find your DNA at the crime scene?"

Your eyes almost bulge out at her statement. "What? What are you talking about?"

You move forward but she recoils; like being around you scares her.

She stares at you, eyes hard. There's something else swimming in her eyes too; it looks like regret.

You stop in place, trying not to startle her. You get it; you do. It must be hard to trust anyone, after what Tara's been through. The fact she even agreed to be your girlfriend was a surprise; a pleasant one at that, but a surprise.

Nevertheless, it still feels like a stab in the heart when she takes another step back.

"Tara," You say gently, "I know you're suspicious, and you have every right to be. I'm just begging you right now to believe me. I had nothing to do with this, and I never will."

She's still stiff, that's obvious, but you see her eyes soften just the tiniest bit. It’s in the slight crinkle at the tips of her eyes.

"I like you so much Tar, I'd never do anything to hurt you." You say, voice starting to choke up by the end of your statement. Your eyes are wide and pleading

Tara stares at you for a long time. Far too long for comfort, and then-

"Okay."

You breathe a sigh of relief, your heart swelling immediately. You step forward again, and Tara doesn't back away.

You're both silent as you take Tara in a bear hug, holding on for dear life. Her breathing is steady against yours.

"But if I ever find something more suspicious about you; I won't let you go so easy. It won't be pretty." She whispers, tone menacing.

You gulp

Tara's unhappy with you; if that wasn't obvious enough from your last interaction.

You've tried to approach her 5 different times in the past few days. She's all shrugs and quiet snappy comments.

She does an amazing job at avoiding you, considering the fact that you guys live together. Well practically, anyway.

She manages to be out all day every day with Sam and turns the lights off in your shared bedroom the minute you enter. The only time she doesn't shy away from you is when she needs a quick release.

Hurt isn't the word to describe how you feel, it's more of a stinging, nagging feeling.

You'd trust Tara with your life, did she not trust hers with you?

It's starting to take a toll on you, the pushing away, the irritable quips; the only wanting you around when she wants to fuck.

It's not like you could contact your friends and leave...well you could, but that would only be putting them in danger. You didn’t want to be the reason for anyone's inconvenience.

Though in the midst of it all, an unexpected friendship had blossomed between you and Ethan.

You'll admit, it started in a nerdy type of way. You were sitting in the apartment, watching a show on your phone in fascination. The rest of the group was also with you; but watching the tv, munching on the pizza you'd ordered.

They all acted the same around you, which leads you to believe Sam and Tara haven’t told them yet.

Well, maybe Tara does still care about me a little bit.

"No way! Is that Dylan Is In Trouble?" Ethan exclaims from behind you, catching sight of the YouTuber you'd been watching.

It's been so long since anyone had a real conversation with you, your head snaps to him and you nod excitedly.

He rounds the couch to sit beside you, look on his face childlike.

"I love Dylan Is In Trouble, did you watch the recent commentary yet?" He asks as he sits down.

You tilt your phone so he can see clearly, "What do you think this is?" You tease.

He smiles sheepishly, the bottom of his neck starting to turn red.

He seems a little embarrassed after this, and you're scared he might've taken your teasing the wrong way.

"My favorite videos of his are Gone Girl and the Harry Potter marathon." You say.

His eyes light up again almost immediately. They resemble a pug in the way they look like they'll almost fall out his head.

"Me too!"

"Do you wanna watch it together?" You offer, taking an airpod from your ear and handing it to the boy.

He takes it happily, smiling softly.

It turns out Ethan and you have quite a lot in common. He's cute, and nice, and doesn't treat you like scum on earth; which is better than whatever everybody else has been doing.

It's movie night tonight, the first one Tara will be at since the fight. You've been trying to calm your nerves all day, but the shaky hands and weak knees are a dead giveaway to how you’re really feeling.

"Dude! You're going to be fine." Ethan reassures, watching you pace from one corner of the room to another; hands around your head.

You’ve told Ethan a little about your fight with Tara, and he’s been your rock ever since.

"God, this is stupid. I should just skip movie night." You say, flopping onto the bed.

Ethan groans, grabs your hand, and drags you up and out of the room you were currently hidden in.

You do feel a little better with Ethan by your side, chatting his ass off to distract you. It kind of works.

He grabs your attention even more when he talks about Elizabeth Olsen. Now that was one hell of a topic to get your mind off Tara.

You're so submerged in the conversation by the time you get to the couch that you don't even notice her enter and sit on the couch; the farthest seat away from you as possible.

You couldn’t care less, at that point.

Ethan blabs on about how much he'd like to do things you aren’t nasty enough to repeat to the scarlet witch.

You punch his shoulder lightly, and scowl.

"Dude, uncool. You talk about my wife like that?" You muse, raising an eyebrow.

You're so caught up in the teasing you forget about how loud you are. The room goes quiet, and unbeknownst to you all eyes turn to Tara.

She's no longer ignoring you, she's staring straight at your hand; that’s still touching Ethan's arm, glaring daggers.

Ethan coughs when he sees Tara and tries to signal to you that she looks less than unhappy. You don't seem to understand, only laugh harder and show Ethan your lock screen.

"You know, there's a reason why Ms. Lizzie Olsen is my lock screen." You snicker, but you're interrupted by a scoff from across the room.

Now you realize that everything's gone silent. You furrow your eyebrows, peer at Tara.

She looks absolutely livid.

You roll your eyes, so you weren't allowed to have any fun while she's mad at you?

Fuck that, this is the most you've laughed in ages.

You stand up, grab Ethan's hand and lead him over to your shared room. Tara stares.

"Dude! Get your hands off me, Tara's looking at me like she's about to kill me!" Ethan whispers, hushed and hurried.

You look back at him, eyes determined.

"That's the point." And you lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek, making sure everyone in the living room can see you.

You're too worked up to care at the moment, if this is what it takes to make Tara talk to you again; you'd happily do it a million times over.

"Oh god, I'm dying today." He squeaks, ears beet red.

You guys get to the room, and it takes Tara 1...2...

-before the door bursts open, her eyes wild. She looks incandescent with rage.

"Get. Out." She practically sneers at Ethan, and damn that boy doesn't have a single independent bone in his body because he leaves so quickly you think he might trip on his own legs.

The moment he's gone Tara surges at you, backing you up into the wall harshly, fiddling with the buttons of your pants.

As much as you want her, this isn’t what you had planned for.

"No, Tara." You mumble, lightly using your hands to shove the smaller girl away.

"Shut up, I need you right now." She says as she slips her hands underneath your shirt and lets them roam all around your body shamelessly.

You shove harder this time.

"I said no, Tara." Your voice is hard, and this time Tara pulls back, apprehension on her face.

You walk to the door, and stand in front of it; blocking Tara from running away.

"I need you to talk to me." You whisper, tone hard.

Tara fakes a confused expression, averting her eyes from your gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've forgiven you already." She says, voice high.

You scoff, cross your arms against your chest.

"You've forgiven me but you don't trust me. You've been ignoring me all week, and the only time you even touch me is when you want to have sex. It's like I'm not even your girlfriend anymore!" You yell, pent-up anger spilling out of you before you can stop it.

Tara's dead silent for a moment. The air feels electric. She's staring at you with fire in her eyes.

"Maybe you shouldn't be my girlfriend."

She whispers it, but it sounds about a million times louder than anything else right now.

The room suddenly feels hollow and empty. Tara's saying something but it sounds muffled.

You feel tears start to threaten their way out of your eyes, and you turn away; determined not to cry in front of her.

"...but I can't trust anyone right now, not even you." is the rest of what she says.

You scoff.

"I thought you'd at least have a little more faith in me, I mean, your sister's DNA was found there too!"

Tara fidgets on her feet, looking like she'd rather do anything than stand in front of you.

"But Sam's my sister." She says softly, looking down at her feet.

It's all too much, all at once. You feel bile rising in your throat, your heart heavier than it's ever been; thumping at a million miles per hour.

"YN, wait-" Tara reaches as you grab open the door and rush out. You need to go somewhere, anywhere that isn't here.

"Wait, dude, where are you going?" Ethan starts, trying to get you to stay; stumbling over his own feet.

"Out." You snap, shooting him a dirty look. You know he doesn't deserve it, but everything's so hectic and shitty that you couldn't care less about how he feels.

It looks like he's about to say something else but you speak before he can even start.

"Don't think about following me."

And then you walk out, leaving everyone in the room staring in awkward silence.

The music is blaring loud enough for you to drown your thoughts, the only thing present in your mind is the feeling of the beat and the melody.

Perfect.

You prop your arms on the balcony railing of the pub and stare into the darkness of the night.

There are at least 20 different text messages from Ethan and two from Tara. You scowl as you see it, bitter bitter feeling in your heart.

It's kind of nice actually, being away from the group. Not thinking about Tara, not thinking about anything.

You hear a shuffle from behind you, assume it's someone pushing the glass door onto the balcony to smoke.

You don't turn around, just lay your head in your hands as you enjoy the view.

A piercing pain shoots right up your body, and you faintly feel something slide out of you.

It's numbing at first, and you turn slowly; in shock. You look down at your shoulder blade, the same side of your body you were sliced; and see that the wound has reopened.

"Huh." You mutter, looking up to see none other than Ghostface stalking in front of you.

He looks smaller than you remember.

You tut, it's not like you weren't expecting Ghostface to come to find you. You were in a horror movie after all; isn't the first rule not to split up?

"So....are you going to just stand there like a coward or are you going to finish the job?" You taunt, watching as Ghostface's palms turn into fists.

You get a little kick out of it, heart jumping with adrenaline.

Ghostface rushes forward, gripping both sides of your arms; holding tight. It hurts your just infected stab wound.

As much as you'd like to die at the moment, there's still a teeny weeny bit of you that wants to hold on and kill this son of a bitch. So he'll never hurt another soul again, he'll never hurt your Tara.

You grab at his face, but he's quicker. He swerves your flying fists, head butting your chest.

It takes you a minute to catch your breath again, Ghostface takes the opportunity to stab your stomach; twisting and churning your skin into itself.

"Fucking hell." You manage out and use the last of your strength to uppercut as hard as you can, and you're almost sure you feel your knuckles crack under the pressure.

It takes him off guard, stumbling back onto the railing. You curse when you see he doesn't fall off the goddamn balcony.

You clutch your bleeding arm, throw the bottle of whiskey you were drinking at Ghostface as hard as you can, and run.

Run. Run. Run.

You sprint through the crowd of people, pushing and kicking your way through. Not a single one of them gives a single shit about your bleeding arm, or the fact that you're panting so heavily you'd resemble a dog.

You're so caught up in avoiding bodies you don't realize you literally slam into someone.

Big brown wild eyes stare back at you, and you gasp. He’s covered in cuts from top to bottom, face battered and bloody.

It couldn't be...

"Ethan?" You breathe out.

#tardy #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #scream vi #mine

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alessiathepirate · 2 years ago

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Now You See Me 2

MIDNIGHT ON THE THAMES: Dylan Rhodes/Shrike x fem!reader

Summary: The reveal happens at the stroke of midnight, in the middle of the Thames, on New Year's Eve - and she couldn't be happier. Or maybe she could, because Lula and Jack won't be the only ones kissing that night.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This man is so underrated, it's a crime. He deserves some love - please love him.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, but nothing more

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No matter how many successful reveals they pull off, she still feels the same amount of excitement, happiness and slight nervousness at the end of every trick and show.

Yet, the strongest feeling out of all of them was the happiness. The happiness because everything turned out just fine in the end, because this tiring performance is close to being over and mostly because her friends are also smiling with honest, wide grins and letting out excited chuckles.

This one though, this one wasn't easy to pull off. It was possibly the hardest show they had to put together with the trouble and issues they had to overcome. It was tiring, stressful, but also kind of fun and thrilling.

After this they'll sleep through a day if not two, she smiled at the thought as she let go of Lula, who was the last to end the group hug.

As Walter, Tressler and Chase slowly, reluctantly left the plane, stepping into the light, not understanding what is happening around them; the last act was about to start -- and this, this will be her favourite.

Those three absolutely ruined her whole week, made her almost choke on tears and worry and made her hate their whole existence and the fact that if they wanted to fool them, they had to let them believe they won was hard to swallow. Now they will get those smirks off of their faces and make them realize how easy it was to fool them. They were greedy and arogant and now they are losers -- nothing more.

God, how much they had to go through to reveal their real faces to the world.

"No, no, you should feel pretty good about yourself man. You predicted it correctly." Atlas started to tease the three of them for her pleasure, as they looked around with nothing but pure shock on their faces. "The Thames, stroke of midnight. New Year's Eve. Happy New Year!"

The people, the hundreds of curious fans who decided to come and see the final act shouted in happiness and excitement. Before these people tonight, there'll be nothing they'll be able to hide. That thought alone made her smile wider.

"We would like to acknowledge not just our old friend, Arthur Tressler, but his young and brilliant son, Walter Mabry!" Daniel continued. "Who has performed one of the greatest feats of illusion even we have ever seen. He has, amazingly, brought himself back from the death!"

The audience roared again, but this time the happy laughter wasn't the thing what made her heartbeat unevenly fast. It was the presence of the person who could both calm her down and make her uneasy with butterflies. Dylan's hand landed on her arm, squeezing it gently, lovingly, making her mind into a mush and her tounge forgot how to function to speak - and it's soon her turn to say something. She didn't know what that meant, but it was a sign of something - something soft like a silent 'thank you' or 'congratulations'. Even if it was slightly confusing, it felt nice. Too nice.

"But before he did that, he revealed someone. And we think it only right to give him a proper introduction. He is our friend and he is our leader, Dylan Shrike!"

His hand slowly left her as he turned towards their audience and began to speak.

"So normally only the magician, his assistant, and a few trusted stage hands know the secret of a trick..."

His voice faded away as she looked at him, quietly admiring him from afar, letting him enjoy his place in the spotlight. Her mind was full of memories. Memories of him, memories of today. The day she thought she'll actually choke on stress and worry.

God, how thankful she is that he's okay. That he's alive and up here with them, not down there in the water.

They were close, so close she felt comfortable in his presence. He was a person she could trust with anything, a person who didn't tease her like Merritt or Danny did sometimes. They were play fights, she knew that, but still there was something special between her and Dylan, a different kind of honesty.

And knowing that he could die from the digusting 'magic trick' those three tried to pull off with him made her cry. Like actually cry, many tears with a dry and quiet voice.

After he climbed out of that damned safe, she followed him around like puppy, sitting next to him on the stairs as they discussed what to do next. She sat next to him, not daring to hug him, but craving it -- yet instead she just let their knees touch slightly. It was enough to give her some energy and acknowledge that now they are going to war.

A slight nudge made her let go of those memories, getting back to reality, to a moment she should enjoy. Jack was the one talking now, explaining the secret behind 'Find the Lady' and this time Merritt was the one standing next to her.

"Don't daydream yet, lover girl. We still got a show to run." he patted her back and then walked away with a knowing a smirk.

Damn mentalist, she thought just as Lula began to explain the secret behind the airplane. He knows everything he can use to tease people with.

"Basically, we showed them everything." she finally spoke up herself, still laughing a little as she watched how Merritt teased his brother, finally getting the upper hand. "The switch, the plane, the manipulation... Yet they were still too blind to see." she turned towards Walter, a smirk forming on her face. "And you kidnapped us to steal the very thing that is in your pocket."

Walter was about to reach into his coat's pocket, to see if their homemade special card is really there; but Atlas was quicker.

"Whoops!" he said as the card appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. "You know, this thing here, which you said you could use to adjust markets, manipulate goverments, and spy on whomever you choose."

"Also, you could, as you said, control the public from outside the grid." she continued as the public groaned in frustration, realizing what their words really meant.

That reaction filled her heart up with pride.

"These men destroy people's lives. Spying on the world, robbing you of your right to privacy." It was weird, how well she recognized Dylan's voice and how well her heart did as well - as it was beating faster. Their eyes met and even if he was speaking the harsh truth, his gaze was still soft. It was always soft with her. "And they do that by hiding in the dark. So in true Horsemen tradition, we are here to expose them."

"Tonight, they, like all of us, are finally stepping into the light." she was grinning as the people reacted, shouting, screaming happily, because the truth was finally out. "Thank you everybody!"

"We are the Horsemen and we will be back very soon!"

And the moment came - when the show ends, the tiredness appears. Her chest was heavy with pride and happiness, justice found those three men who ruined their lives for days without stopping. Now they got what they deserve.

And then the coundown began. The audience shouted, like if the wait until New Year was part of the show... They shouted as the sirens were turned on, meaning the FBI was on its way. It was time to leave -- and then finally rest.

And then she felt it, the push - the literal, physical push she knew she needed, which got her closer to Dylan, almost bumping into him. She didn't know who it was, although she could bet her right arm on one of her friends -- but it didn't really matter. Thoughts didn't really matter. She was there, close to him, their eyes met.

It was their moment.

"So fun's over, huh?" she tried to joke, but her throat was dry and she could feel that her cheeks were pink for sure.

And then it happened - the need in her was satisfied, they touched the other. That kind of closeness was new and intoxicating, but not at all uncomfortable. It was something what both of them longed for since forever - and now here they were.

Their lips touched. It was a quick and short kiss, but it was a very meaningful one. She felt it. She felt it in how warm his lips were, how he touched her cheeks and how he was slightly shaking just like her, because what they wanted finally happened. It was soft, but it was full of passion. All the unsaid feelings were pushed into that one, simple kiss.

"I love you." his words were simple, they were nothing special, but they still made her insides warm.

"Hey, we are on the clock here!"

Damn the clock!

They had to run, sure. But even that couldn't wash the lovesick smile off her face. It couldn't, because Dylan Shrike loved her. He said it himself and she knew it was true.

Dylan grabbed her arm, he held onto her firmly as they started to run - just in time, because the boats arrived and agents started to get out of them, running towards them.

"I love you too." she said as they hurried away. "I think I've loved you since you interrogated me."

"Ever since then, huh?" he chuckled.

"What can I say? I think it was the suit. You look really good in suits."

They both laughed even if they were a little bit out of breath.

Dylan suddenly stopped and so did she. She took a deep breath as she looked at the water of the Thames, which was only a few meters away. People shouted behind them, possibly the agents who were sent here, only to fail their mission once again. They never really learn.

He turned towards her and touched her cheeks once again, his thumbs drawing shapes gently into her skin.

"I need you to go, okay? I'll be right behind you, but there's one more thing I have to do."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then she looked up at him with a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon."

And just like that she was gone. Gone, disappeared into the night like the magician she is, making a fool out of the FBI once again.

Dylan stayed there, waiting for an agent to turn up so he can finish what he started and give them the proof they need against Tressler and his son. He stayed there as the shouts came closer. He stayed there and looked after his lover, knowing that he'll adore the moments he'll spend with her once they finally get to a safe place where they can finally rest.

#now you see me #now you see me 2 #nysm #dylan rhodes x reader #dylan rhodes x fem!reader #dylan shrike x reader #dylan shrike x fem!reader #dylan shrike #dylan rhodes #daniel atlas #jack wilder #merritt mckinney #lula may

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kai-anderson-whore · 2 years ago

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The man in the long black coat (kai Anderson x fem reader)

A/n: so kai got the most votes on the poll posted last week. this is based on the Bob Dylan song the man in the long black coat. It just gives me huge kai vibes. I'll upload the other two fics this week too I finished one that was a request and almost finished with temptations part two so they will be posted soon.

A/n2: Also I forgot about he's a cult leader so I'll also upload chapter 10 tonight or tomorrow too.

Summary: you were out at a dance hall one night when you met a mysterious man who changed your life. Giving you a decision you couldn't refuse.

Warnings: cult stuff, leaving your boyfriend/ partner, mentions of cheating, running away, sneaking out, and alcohol.

Word count: 1,8k

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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You had been sneaking around behind your boyfriends back to meetings with the cult you were devoted to even more so your leader kai Anderson. Always at night when the crickets chirp in the night sky. Your boyfriend none the wiser.

The soft cotton dress flowed on your frame seeing your divine ruler standing outside waiting on you his long black coat kept him him as you rushed to the house you became familiar with over those past few months. What you didn't know was that when you rushed away from your neighbourhood your boyfriend saw you running with another man.

You had met kai at an old dance hall on the outskirts of town. Something compelling you towards him. You didn't know what it was he had a face like a mask concealing many thoughts and emotions only a stern look on his face. Yet you asked him if he wanted to dance little did you know he had been watching you to let you join the cult.

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You sat on the chair of a dance hall on the outskirts of the town of Michigan. Sipping on your drink scanning the room. Your friends all too drunk to bother with anyone else.

Suddenly a pair of eyes caught yours. They were a deep brown held no words or emotion. Yet they were all so captivating like they were compelling you to him. He was extremely attractive bright blue freshly dyed hair. Usually that wouldn't your type yet there was something about this man that made you want him despite you already having a boyfriend.

He's also the reason why you were out. You both been constantly arguing back and forth and you needed to blow off some steam. So you got your friends out and decided to have fun and drink your troubles away.

Your eyes locking with this mysterious man his face held no expression like a mask. Keeping his guard up at all times. It made you want him more even though you only just clapped eyes on each other. You wanted to see that mask fall and break those walls he's obviously built around himself.

You sipped on your drink a smirk on your lips as this man watched you closely noticing the way your rudy red lips wrapped around the straw so seductively. You don't know were this Sudden confidence came from but you walked up to him with a bright smile batting your eyelashes at him.

He looked you down not once breaking his demeanor. "Hey" you simply started with he replied with a simple "hi" with furrowed brows pretending like he wasn't just having some sort of eye fuck with you. "Wanna dance?" You then asked waiting on his answer. "Sure" he said you took his hand guiding him to the pile of sweaty body's grinding on each other.

You started dancing with this complete stranger. Not giving a damn that you had a boyfriend at home probably blowing your phone up. "What's your name?" You asked grinding your ass against the man. "Kai, kai Anderson" he said his hands on your hips you were intoxicating to him but he had to keep to his own task.

"I'm y/n y/l/n" you smiled turning your head to him. You danced for a bit before you needed some air. Kai followed behind you. The thought of how attractive he was outside as the moonlight highlighted his features. Before you knew it you spent the night at his place that's when you discovered that he had been watching you for a while and you joined the cult.

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Ever since that day you grew to fall for kai. Obeying his every order you were there hand and foot, his most devoted and most loyal follower. Last night changed everything for you to make a decision that would hurt the people you were supposed to love.

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Another night sneeking through the living room window meeting your divine ruler. Running to the house through the wild wind that felt like a hurricane yet not quite. Finally making it too kai's house.

"Y/n you made it" kai smiled forcefully you scanned the room with furrowed brows. You expected everyone else to be here yet it was only you and kai. "Yes divine ruler, where are the others?" You asked kai gesturing for you to sit by the table. You know exactly what was going to happen.

"I just wanted to see you privately I have something to ask but first-" holding out his pinky. You mimic his actions locking pinkys. "Now you already know the rules once contact has been made I can't lie to you vise versa" kai summarised you simply nodded your head with a shaky breath.

"What made you become so loyal to me?" He asked a genuine question that had him wondering from the day you both met. You sighed through your nose before replying. "When I was a little girl my mother would take me to church and the preacher used to say at most sermons he gave 'every man's conscious is vile and depraved, you cannot depend on it to be your guide when it's you who must keep it satisfied' and I stuck with that till I met you it was different I can't explain it" your voice almost at a whisper.

Kai listened to every word leaving your lips. "Not even your boyfriend?" He questioned you shook your head. "Not even him he's not like you kai" you admitted. "Do you love him?" He asked you could feel the grip on your pinky tightening as he asked that question. "To be honest kai no I don't I'm miserable when I'm with him" you felt guilty saying that about your partner but it was true you couldn't lie to yourself anymore.

"So why are you with him then" he pushed further. Kai already knew the answer in his head but wanted to hear it from you. "Because I just got used to him being there everything was fine I thought he was the one for me but now no I don't love him anymore but I can't break his heart" you softly chuckled not believing the words coming out your mouth.

"Because you love someone else don't you who?" his voice laced with hope but it was undetected to you. Swallowing a lump in your throat. A shaky breath you nodded. "It's you kai your the one I love" you admitted knowing that you can't lie during pinky power plus kai would see right through you. A grin plastered the blue haired man who's pinky was intertwined with your own.

"I knew it" he chuckled the nerves took over you. You didn't know if he would be mad or upset with you he was unpredictable. But you couldn't help but love him "that's why I'm so loyal to prove myself to you I'm sorry divine ruler" you whispered feeling small. Your hands trembling against his firm grip on your pinky before he let go lifting himself off the chair.

He paced around the room thinking. You swallowed another lump in your throat. Your mouth felt dry "I have something for you to do my little lamb" you could hear the smirk on his face he finally got you were he wanted you all to himself well almost.

"Anything kai" your meek voice broke kai knelt down infront of your taking your hands in his. "I want you to leave him, we could be happy together equal power, I'll be your king and you'll be my queen what do you say?" He asked you looked in his eyes for a hint of uncertainty or if there was a plan behind his eyes for the future regarding your decision.

But all you saw was hopefulness, love and admiration something you never saw all those emotions in those brown eyes before. That's when you made your decision. "Yes kai I'll leave him" you nodded with a smile finally feeling the love you craved so much before. "But how?" You asked you knew that you couldn't just simply tell him to his face you would end up being guilt tripped to stay with someone you don't love. "Simple" he smirked before telling you the plan

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But there are no mistakes in life some people say. And it's true sometimes if you see it that way which you did. There was no mistake on choosing kai over your partner. The man you been sneaking around with not romantically but in this double life situation he was the one you grew to love.

You waited till your boyfriend was asleep slipping out the bed. Your bag already packed lightly with some basic things. Some money you hid now in your wallet. You contemplated on leaving a note at least to give your soon to be ex boyfriend some closure but decided against it.

The clock struck 1:00am you tipped toed out the bedroom. And out the living room window so you wouldn't awake your boyfriend by leaving through the front door. Kai stood by the driveway grabbing your bag then helping you out the window.

"You ready to go" he asked his black leather coat hugged his body from the cold wind. You simply nodded your head no turning back now this was what you wanted to be kai's and him yours. He grabbed your hand as you both speed off into the night sky.

Your boyfriend had heard you sneaking around. He knew you weren't in love with him anymore. He suspected you were cheated on him. And now he saw you from the window running your hands intertwined with a man in a long black coat and blue washed out hair. His heart broke seeing you run freely.

Not even a word of goodbye, not even a note. She went with the man in the long black coat. He wished you left him a note telling him why you just up and left him. But she never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote.

You finally made it to kai's place. His lips instantly on yours. Even that night you spent at his almost a year ago. He never once kissed you. His lips were like a drug you never wanted to come clean for. If anything you wanted more.

Kai pulled away his forehead resting on yours. Your hand on his arm a smile on your lips. You felt young and free like you could take on the world with kai. "I love you y/n" he finally said a genuine smile on his face. You let out a light giggled wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you too kai".

You finally gave your heart to the man in the long black coat.

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damn-stark · 3 years ago

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hiiii!!! Big fan of strange here the last chapter was AMAZING🤩🤩keep up the good work bestie! anyways i was wondering if you could do a oneshot where steve meets y/n’s aunt and friends from oregon?? thank you!

Happens before chapter 12 of Strange

Warning- fluff.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Fem!Hopper-reader

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“Oh god,” Steve draws in a deep breath and looks around the airport for a woman he’s never met. “I’m scared.”

You scoff and secure your hand around your suitcase to begin walking away from the gate. “I'm telling you, you have nothing to worry about, my aunt is excited to meet you,” you assure him and then laugh. “You know who you should be afraid of, Dustin, when he finds out we came to Oregon without him.”

Robin scoffs. “He’s surprisingly a very mean child,” she says.

“Tell me about it,” Steve retorts.

You tune out of the rest of their conversation and stop by where you were told to meet with your aunt, and stand on your tiptoes to have a better look.

“…maybe I should’ve worn a different shirt,” you hear Steve say. “I think this color washes me out too much.”

“What are you here to for, woo Y/N’s aunt?” Robin retorts with a short laugh.

You push past a couple blocking the way and continue searching as they continue to argue.

“Well some of us do care about making a good impression, Robin.” Steve rebuttals.

“There!” You cut them off as you point to your aunt carrying a sign with your names on it. “There she is!” You let go of your things and run over to your aunt to wrap her in an embrace. “Hi!”

“Hi, hi,” she greets happily and tightens her grip around you. “Hi, sweetie….” She pauses and slides her hand to the back of your hand and exhales before her voice softens. “I’m sorry.”

You swallow thickly and your grip around her loosens. “Uh, it’s okay, I'm okay.” You pull away far enough to face her with an assuring smile. “I’m so happy to be back. I want to introduce you to some people.” You pull away and grin as you catch Steve and Robin beside you already. “Auntie this here,” you continue as you walk to Steve. “Is my boyfriend Steve.”

Said man musters a smile and steps towards her to offer her his hand that she takes without hesitation or protest.

“I've heard a lot about you,” she retorts. “I'm so happy to finally meet you.”

“And you,” he says back. “Y/N speaks fondly of you.”

Fondly?

Your aunt grins and then her eyes shift to Robin nervously standing at your other side.

“This is my friend, Robin,” you introduce your friend. “Robin, this is my aunt.”

“It's a pleasure meeting you!” Robin greets her with a small grin. “Like really! We’ve all heard great things about you! And just so you know, now I know where y/n gets her good looks from.”

What?

You scoff softly and look around her for any sign of your friends, but neither of them show up, so you have to bring it up considering they said they were going to be here. “Uh, where's Dylan and the others?”

Your aunt's eyes shift to you and she sighs before giving you an answer. “They couldn't come, but they’re meeting us at home.”

“Okay. Weird.”

“Anyway,” she changes the subject. “I made a poster for you guys, I hope you like it! Welcome to Oregon!” She hands you the poster and Robin quickly snatches it from you.

“Wow, thank you, I've never gotten a poster made for me before, I mean, I got one when I played soccer but they got my number wrong. Sweet thanks.”

Steve and you share a look before your aunt steals your attention. “Well, Micheal is outside so lets go set you guys up at home.” She turns and begins to walk you all out, meanwhile you look back for your suitcase.

“Oh, my suitcase I—”

“Here,” Steve cuts you off and slightly lifts the suitcase to show it off. “You just left it back there.”

You reach your hand to grab it, but he pulls back.

“No, I got it, let’s go.”

You smile at him and then begin to follow your aunt out of the airport before she quickly rushes to her car since her boyfriend Micheal appears to be getting in trouble for staying parked in front of the doors for too long.

“Here! We’re here!” She runs over there and opens the passenger door. “Here! Sorry! There's a crowd.”

“Hurry,” you rush your friends behind you as you run towards the car. “Hurry.”

Robin picks up her suitcase and runs after you to basically throw herself in the back of the car, whilst you turn back to hurry Steve. “Come on now, hurry!”

“I'm going! I'm going!” He shouts.

You walk towards him and grab your suitcase to throw it in the trunk before he does the same and lets you shut the trunk to then hurry into the back.

“All good! Won't happen again!” You assure the police and catch Micheal shift the gear. “Thank you.”

The police exhales and steps back to walk away and forget the ticket he was going to give your aunt's boyfriend.

And as the car rolls out of the airport you glance ahead and catch your aunt gaze through the rear view mirror before she quickly looks away. It’s weird but you don’t pay much mind to it, not as the lush green pine trees come into view, not when you catch the grande blue ocean from your window, not when you spot the old familiar town you grew up in and the woods you would play in with your friends

“I doubt y/n has told you,” your aunt interjects and interrupts the silence. “But one time when she was young, she got so angry that she packed a little backpack with an old doll, pajamas and snacks, and said she was going to the train station to go to her dad.”

You roll your eyes and roll your head to the side to keep looking out the window as Steve scoffs in amusement and probes for more. “Really?”

Your aunt laughs and nods. “Yes, my sister and I let her and as we predicted, y/n came back crying because it was dark, she didn’t even make it past the driveway.” She laughs and Robin snorts as Steve adds something.

“So she’s always been rebellious then.”

Your aunt laughs. “Just like her mother.”

“And just so you know,” you add in your defense. “I didn’t come back because it was dark, I heard a…” you pause and look at Steve and then your aunt. “…Wendigo,” you whisper.

Both Steve and Robin turn their heads to look at you, and only Robin gets to question you. “Excuse me, a, what?”

“Wendigo, or a skin walker. It’s a creature who lurks in the woods in search of people to feast on,” you tell and playfully shove Steve’s shoulder. “Maybe you’ll have to sleep with me in case it tries to get you in the middle of night.”

Steve smirks but your aunt cuts you off. “No, no, you know I didn’t like your father, but one thing is for sure, he wouldn't like the idea of that. And I won’t tolerate it.”

You huff and giggle softly before you share a quick look with Steve.

“Don’t worry,” your aunt's boyfriend says. “Wendigos don’t live here, they roam colder states and Canada.”

“Not true,” your aunt interjects. “My father ran into one.”

“I did too,” you add. “It whispered my name…” you lean over towards Robin and whisper her name and shake her shoulder.

Robin jumps back and swats you away, making you sit back and laugh.

“We’re here,” your aunt announces and you look out the window to catch the sight of a blue roof before you catch your house coming to view.

“I never knew you lived so close to the ocean,” Robin shares once she gets out of the car and hears the crashing of the waves in the distance. “It explains a lot.”

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*LATER*

“Our first day here and the first thing you want to do is drown us.”

You scoff and walk in the shed and turn on the light above. “We’re not getting in, we’ll just walk so you guys can see….and maybe just paddle board. The waves are calm, I missed the water.”

Robin and Steve and walk inside with you as you search for the boards in the mess your aunt and Micheal had.

“They should be here,” you mumble and walk further inside.

“They’re like big huge boards,” Steve says as he helps you look.

You scoff and instantly retort. “Yeah well if they’re that obvious then have you found them?”

Steve grabs your shoulder and pulls you aside to shine a flashlight ahead. “Here, here, I got it.”

You scoff. “It’s my shed.”

Steve ignores you and you try to push past him, but he blocks your way, leaving you to watch him from behind with your arms crossed over your chest.

“You know,” Robin begins to say, “a man’s—”

She suddenly cuts herself off when she hears a branch snap a little bit away from the shed.

“You hear that?” She asks all panicked. However, Steve and you ignore her.

“Steve,” you call. “If you—”

The sound of your name cuts you off, and when you look back at Robin she lifts her hands and shakes her head with her eyes widened in horror.

Steve turns and flashes his light on the doorway but he doesn’t pay much mind to it. At least not until something scratches the wall from the outside, causing Robin to jump and walk up behind you.

“Oh my god, it’s our first day here and we’re going to get eaten!” Robin whispers.

Steve grabs a shovel and begins to walk towards the door, you want to walk ahead but he throws his arm out to block your way.

You furrow your eyebrows and then push his hand away to walk ahead carelessly.

“Y/n,” Steve calls panicked. “Y/N.”

You ignore him and when you make it to the front door suddenly three people jump out from behind the trees and yell your name. “Y/N!”

You, Steve, and Robin jump and let out a startled yell whilst your friends begin to laugh.

“Not cool,” Robin breathes out as she catches her breath.

Steve plays it off and even if your heart is racing, you smile and run up to your friends to hold the three of them close to you.

“Y/N!” You hear your friend Dylan greet as his arms tighten around you and your friends.

You hug them closer before you pull away and face them with a smile. “I knew it was you guys. You scared the shit out of these two though.”

Your friend Aylen snickers and glances at them before she looks to you. “Did they hear the Wendigo story?”

You smirk and nod. “My aunt told ‘em.”

Dylan sighs. “It’s not funny, I ran into one.”

Nita scoffs. “You had the idea to scare them.”

Dylan scoffs and walks past you to your friends. “Hey, I’m Dylan!” He smiles. “You,” he points to Robin. “Must be Robin, and you,” he moves to Steve. “You’re Steve. The Steve.” He chuckles. “Wow, y/n’s right, you do have nice hair.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunch but he manages a chuckle and nods. “I’m Steve. You.”

“This,” you introduce them. “This is Dylan. Nita,” you point to the girl with long black hair to your right, and then to the other girl with braids at your other side. “Aylen. My childhood friends.”

Robin walks over and shakes Aylen, and Dylans hands, when she reaches Nita, she stops and her smile twitches and her eyes get all shifty.

“Hi,” she greets softly.

Nita’s smile is shy, but she holds her gaze and shakes Robin's hand. “Hi. I’m Nita.”

“Robin. I’m Robin.”

Without understanding their sudden timidness you clap your hands and interrupt their interaction. “We were going down to the beach, you guys wanna join?”

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michaelbluthsdeadwife · 2 months ago

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Hey this is really embarrassing to ask...but do you write any yandere requests? If not I totally understand why, but if you do I was just wondering.

Well, well, well… 😈

No but fr i would be open to it!

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 4 years ago

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Emily prentiss getting in a argument with the reader. Just pure angst

paring: emily prentiss x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: child victim (no gruesome details, just a mention), shooting, angst.

To say the case was a difficult and dangerous one would be a complete understatement. The unsub has been hard to catch; one minute you’re on his tail, the next he’s gone. He was profiled to be a white man, with average intelligence and was organised. Through his killings of happy families, he displays two different personalities, including sadistic and volatile, yet sensitive and remorseful. This lead the bau to believe they were dealing with more than one unsub, but from the way he killed his victims, it suggested that only one person was involved. Priors would include breaking and entering, possession of illegal drugs, and assault, but due to his age at the time, he only served a few years in juvenile and did mostly community service work.

Everyone paired up into a motel room while working on the case. You and Emily, of course shared a room together. The first night was easy, both of you slept in each other’s arms, as you usually do, and slept quite well knowing that the next day was going to be a big one. The second night, and all the other nights following after that, however, weren’t. Both of you tossed and turned, bodies hot one minute, cold the next. The frustration and irritation kept building and building, creating a thick atmosphere between all of you.

Finally, it was the last day on the case. You knew it was when Hotch woke everyone up at about 3 in the morning, alerting that the unsub is being held in a gas station. Excitement and adrenaline runs through your body as you dress in your usual jeans and shirt, laying it with the FBI vest. Emily, however, is on edge.

“Emily, it’s going to be fine, we’ve got him.”

“I just have a bad feeling about this,” she mumbles, sighing as she shoves her phone into her back pocket before opening the motel door.

“It’ll be over in no time, I promise,” you kiss her gently on the cheek and take her hand in yours. The two of you walk over to the others and get in a car with Derek and JJ, leaving Spencer, Hotch and Rossi the other car.

Hurriedly, Derek drives to the case station. The second you’re able to see what’s inside, your stomach drops. Emily is right.

The unsub stands behind the registry, looking petrified as he notices the cars pull up, knowing it’s the FBI. The gun in his hand is pointed at the child (who you assumed was his foster brother, Dylan), who is secured tightly against the unsub’s chest.

“FBI, put your gun down,” Morgan directs at the unsub with his gun pointing at him.

“no, no, you don't understand, these people were-”

“neglectful when you were growing up, and now you feel you have to get back at them.” you interrupt, lowering your gun as you take a step towards the unsub. HIs eyes narrow at you in confusion, eyebrows knitting as he shakes his head.

“how’d you know that?”

“it doesn’t matter how I know. But what I can tell you is, you feel lost. As a child, you never felt your voice was heard, or that you were good enough - always wanting to make your parents proud, but when they didn’t give you the attention you desired, you acted out. You started dealing in school, which escalated to breaking and entering charges, and finally moving out to a coke house.” The unsub lowers his arm with the gun as he listens to you. You can feel Emily’s intense stare on you as you step closer to the unsub. Knowing what you just said wasn't enough for him to surrender, you continue.

“when you heard your parents were fostering Dylan, it broke you. He was getting the attention and the love from your parents that you wanted. I mean, if you ask me, that’s not fair is it?”

“no it’s not,” he spits, making direct eye contact with his parents, who are standing only metres away from you.

“hey, hey, eyes on me, okay?” You say, feeling the adrenaline intensify as he walks with Dylan in his arms away from the counter and towards you.

“You’re not in trouble, okay. But I’m going to need you to let Dylan go, okay? Can you do that for me?” From the corner of your eye, you can see Hotch and the others by the car, guns in their hands, and ready for any possibility.

It was like time went by slowly and you knew what would happen, so you act quickly. The unsub’s arm raised, gun in hand ready to shoot Dylan, and before you know it, you shoot the unsub purely by reflex. One wrong move, one inch to the right, and the child would’ve died.

The unsub falls to the fall, blood pours from his arm as he yelps out in pain. A few medics run in - one takes the child and the others works on the unsub.

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Emily hadn't spoken to you since you were at the motel earlier that morning. If it wasn’t obvious that she was mad, it was now.

Her feet stomp as she walks into her apartment with you trailing not far behind her. She dumps her bags in the hallway with an exasperated sigh. You watch her cautiously, not wanting to say something that’ll annoy her even more.

“Emily?”

She’s quiet. Hands press into the kitchen counter as she leans on them. She sighs and looks up at you before standing up right.

“that was an incredibly stupid, what you did back there.” She scolds.

“Emily...” you sigh. “I had no other choice. You and I both know Dylan would’ve survived if someone hadn’t intervened.”

“you could’ve killed him, [y/n]!” the way her voice raises at you makes you flinch slightly.

“are you kidding me, right now? You would’ve done the same thing!”

“no I wouldn’t!” she retaliates, slamming her hand on the kitchen bench.

“okay then, what would you have done, huh?”

“don’t do this,” the sigh that leaves her lips causes you to take a step back.

“fine,” you raise your hands in surrender before grabbing your bags. “I’ll sleep at mine tonight.”

“[y/n]...” Emily sighs again, reaching for your hand.

“no, Emily, it’s fine. I’d rather be alone than be scolded and yelled at for something that I had no other choice in. I know he would’ve got hurt, okay! But that was a risk I was willing to take, and look how it turned out!” you yell, finally letting all your pent up frustration out.

“this job is about taking risks you don’t want to take. You, of all people, would know that. You’ve been doing this a whole lot longer than I have, so I expected you to understand.”

“[y/n], I'm just trying to protect you. If that boy had gotten hurt because of that impulse move you pulled, I know you’re the type of person who won't forgive themself.

Your fingers circle your temples as the headache grow stronger.

“I'm sorry for yelling at you, I just-”

“no it’s fine. I get it,” your tone is sharp as you hold back on rolling your eyes. “Look, I think we're both just tired and it’s not helping, so I’m gonna sleep at mine tonight and we can talk in the morning.”

“okay,” Emily’s voice softens as she walks you out, feeling guilty for everything she said.

Though both of you have stubborn personalities, you still love her, but god does it does it get on your nerves.

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leiasfanaccount648 · 6 years ago

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Earth Angel

(Greaser!Tom x Soc!Fem!Reader)

This is for @fratboievans’s and @wayfaring’s writing challenge. I hope you all enjoy!

Prompt: Movie/Tv Show Quote 7- “You keep saying shit like that and you’re gonna get punched.” and I’ve also added a Greaser! AU.

Pairing: Greaser!Tom Holland x Fem!Soc!Reader

Word Count: 4793

Summary: When the school dance comes around, infamous greaser Tom Holland is dared by his friends to go after the new girl in town that no other guy has asked to go with. Only problem is that one of the popular soc’s is going after her as well. Of course, that doesn’t stop Tom, not wanting to back down from the dare, but it does make things more difficult.

Warnings: Angst(?), fighting, smoking, cursing, sexual references/harassment, kinda a slow burn, fluff in the end.

Tags: @naturallytom @hr-hxlland @loverholland

Monday

“‘Ey, Tom, what’re we gonna do this weekend?”

“Stay as far away from here as possible.”

Tom and his gang had just finished their day at school, heading to the car. It hadn’t been a long day persay, but definitely a boring one. But it was only Monday, and god knows what’ll happen this particular week.

To kickstart the day, almost everyone was freaking out about the school dance this weekend, whether it was getting their clothes, finding dates, you name it. Teens of every age and social class were getting ready for the fateful day. And that only meant that every other place in town would not be packed to the brim with people Tom didn’t like.

Tom Holland was one of the many greaser’s in town, his group being one of the most well known in the town. They hadn’t gotten into any major trouble, most stuff being caused from soc’s wanting to pick fights and the police just not being fond of them. But everyone knew they all weren’t afraid to fight and do what they wanted, so most people just stayed away. There was Dylan, Harrison, Johnny, Zach, and lastly, the leader, Tom. They all had been friends for the longest time, and were basically brothers at this point.

As the group was heading to Tom’s car, a 1952 Ford convertible, when Zach had spoke up. “Hey, who’s the new chick?”

The rest of them turned to look in the direction he was looking in, surprised to see a girl that none of them knew at all. She was clearly lost, not sure where to go after leaving the school doors. Johnny was the first to comment, being the biggest flirt of the group.

“I don’t know, but I would love to get under that skirt of hers.” Dylan chuckled, hitting Johnny’s shoulder in agreement as the two of them looked the girl up and down. “She’d neva’ go for you, Dylan.”

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I’m the one in the group who’s gotten with the most girls, and I know she’d go for someone like me.” Johnny gestured to himself, smirking proudly. “I can only imagine what she’s gotta offer.”

Harrison laughed along with Dylan. “Even if she would be willing to go out with someone like us, it would not be you.”

“Then who would it be if not one of us?”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be one of us, but she would most likely go after Tom.”

If there was one thing that everyone in the group would agree on, it would be that quite a few girls would almost fling themselves at Tom. Of course Tom didn’t mind flirting with them, but he didn’t wanna bother with going out with the girls. He had enough to worry about as far as his friends and his family. Not to mention that he knew he couldn’t offer much for a girl if he had one to begin with. So for now, he just acted like he didn’t care for them.

He scoffed at Harrison’s statement, glancing at him before looking back at the girl to get a good look at her. “I wouldn’t waste my time. She seems to be a soc. I doubt she would even go for me much less Johnny.” He smiled to himself, pulling a cigarette from his jean pocket as well as a lighter.

Johnny glared at Tom, pushing his shoulder and stopping him from lighting the cigarette. “Like you would care. If I knew any better I’d say you were scared of going over and talking to her.” He was half joking, half serious with his words. He was sick of Tom not wanting to get with the ladies like he was, and almost challenged him. Tom lit his cigarette as he thought over Johnny’s statement.

“You sayin’ I don’t want to get with that?”

“I’m sayin’ you’re too chicken to ask her to the dance on Saturday.”

Harrison, Dylan, and Zach looked between Tom and Johnny, laughing in shock and waiting for one of the two to speak up (mainly Tom). If there was one thing they knew about Tom, it’s that he does like to back down from a challenge. It’s what got him to where he was today. If it wasn’t for soc’s picking fights with him as a kid he maybe would have a broader future, but Tom is glad to be where and who he is today. His position brings him protection and power to not only himself and his friends, but his family as well. As long as they’re okay, so is he.

Tom took a puff from his cigarette before speaking, clearly annoyed slightly yet also thinking over Johnny’s words once again. “What’s in it for me if I go with her?”

“I’ll buy a month’s worth of cigarettes for you.”

“And if I don’t get her to say yes?”

“You’re gonna have to find someone else to help you with your math homework for the next month.”

Math wasn’t Tom’s best subject, but it definitely wasn’t his worst either. If worse came to worse, then he’d cheat/copy off of other people in his class. But he would love not to have to worry about his next supply of cigarettes. Not to mention getting to fool around for the first time in awhile didn’t sound too bad either.

Tom chuckled softly, eyeing the girl one more time before looking to his friends, specifically Johnny. “Alright, man, I accept those terms.” He held his cigarette in his mouth as well as his hand out in front of Johnny to fully make the deal. Johnny grinned, laughing softly as he shook Tom’s hand.

“I wish you the best of luck man. She may be new around town but she probably has an idea on who we are. It’ll be tough to even get near her.”

Tom let go of his hand, taking another swig from his cigarette and turning around to see if the girl was still there. She was, clearly trying to get somewhere, and Tom saw his chance to introduce himself. He quickly finished his cigarette before adjusting his leather jacket. “Watch and learn guys.” He walked in your direction, planning out what to say.

Zach laughed. “Whatever you say!” He and the others chilled by the car, secretly watching and trying not to seem too obvious about it. Eventually, Tom made his over to the girl.

“Excuse me darling, you need help getting somewhere?”

The girl looked up at him, at first shocked that someone like him walked up to her, but then happy at the offer. She moved some hair out of her face, smiling shyly. “Actually, yeah. I’m trying to find the bus stop so I can get home. I’m new around here and I accidentally missed the school bus.” She laughed softly, kinda embarrassed.

Tom put on a fake yet convincing smile. This was gonna be easier than he thought. “You’re in luck, it’s right around the corner.” He pointed to the left side of the school, watching the girl look in the direction. “But if you really need a ride home,” she looked back up at Tom as he spoke. “I don’t mind taking you.” He gestured behind him to his car where his friends where leaning against the side of it. He laughed awkwardly, trying to see the deal. “Without my friends of course.”

The girl giggled, taking a step towards him and biting her lip. Tom couldn’t help the smirk on his face, this was way too easy. She spoke up again.

“However, there is one problem.”

“And what would that be, love?”

“I’m not saying any of this just to get with you.”

She immediately turned around and walked away towards the bus stop that was in fact around the corner as Tom stared at her in complete and utter shock. He didn’t even move from where he stood as he watched her leave. Eventually Harrison walked over to him.

“Did she surprise you? Say somethin’ dirty and made everything happen faster?” He laughed softly, waiting for Tom’s response; however he was still in the process of getting over the fact that a girl read through his act that would usually work with any other girl. What made this time so different? Harrison shaking his shoulder brought him back.

“Tom what the hell happened.”

“I don’t know,” he looked to his friend. “But I’m not losing this bet. Especially because of this girl.”

Tuesday

The next day, Tom had gotten to school just a few minutes early just to see where her locker was as well as her first class. He hadn’t gotten her name yet so he didn’t have much to go off of when trying to find her. As it turns out, her locker was right next to her first class. As for lunch, she sat at one of the picnic tables outside with a couple girls she seemed to had befriended. He didn’t have any classes with her, but he soon knew her entire schedule, but never her name. So when school ended, he stood by his car waiting for his friends to meet him before heading to the diner that day; however, he was also looking for the girl, hoping to catch her and talk to her again. He liked a challenge and she was definitely one for him to take on.

Zach and Dylan had already gotten to the car, talking about god knows what as Tom continued to watch for the girl. Once most people had left he finally caught sight of her, but not the way he hoped. She was clearly in a hurry and kept looking behind and over her shoulder as if someone was following her. Tom watched her, confused and intrigued by what was going on. A moment later he saw a soc he knew all too well come out of the building, Carl Dietz

Carl was the one that started picking fights with Tom when they were younger. His father was the coach of the football team at the school and his uncle the chief of police. His family was the definition of privileged and rich and the most of it in the town. The only thing Carl didn’t have was a girlfriend. He was a player for sure, getting with any girl he possible could, but never got or even wanted more than that.

Carl was eyeing the girl, walking about 10 feet behind her before stopping at the top of the steps that lead to the school. He was watching her intensely as she walked away and smirking at her before heading back into the school. Tom looked back at the girl, seeing how upset she was. He glanced over at his friends before quickly walking over to her. Yes, he needed to win the bet, but the very last thing he wanted was for Carl Dietz to ruin someone else’s life.

The moment she saw him and their eyes met, she glared, sighing to herself before walking away from him. Of course, Tom was relentless and continued to follow her. She stopped walking and turned to face him, making Tom stop dead in his tracks. “Look, I don’t want to deal with anymore of you so please just leave me alone.”

She stared at him for a moment before leaving once again, quickly getting away before anything else happened. Of course, Tom didn’t know what had gone down before Carl and her walked out of the school, but he didn’t want it to happen again. If there was one thing his mother taught him, it was to respect and treat women right, and never as an object.

Wednesday

Tom had once again gotten to school a little bit earlier that day in hopes of seeing the girl and talking to her properly (and finally get her name). He did see her at her locker, but she seemed to be too much in a hurry again to even try and talk to her.

So Tom tried again during lunch, seeing that she was alone for a brief moment while she waited for her friends to sit with her; however, someone beat him to talking to her.

Carl Dietz had sat down beside her, smirking and looking her up and down as he put an arm around her. Tom didn’t hear what he said but Carl clearly whispered something in her ear that she did not like and tried to get away, only to be brought back into her seat by Carl. Tom couldn’t help but be angered. No one, especially a young lady, should have to deal with people like Carl. Tom began to hear Carl say things like ‘You know you want it’ and ‘Why don’t we meet up Saturday night after the dance’ and that’s when he had had enough.

Tom began to walk over to the two of them, ready to start a fight when she freed a hand from Carl’s grip and slapped him in the face. “Stop it, Carl. I’m not that kind of girl.” Tom stopped walking when he saw her slap him, shocked that she would do that. But when he saw Carl glare at her harshly and grab at you again, Tom saw the fear return to her eyes and quickly continued his way over to the table.

“Get your hands off me!” She said, trying to sound confident when Tom had grabbed Carl by his shirt and pulled him up to his feet to let go of her and face Tom instead.

“You heard her, Carl, and if you keep saying shit like that you’re gonna get punched.” He paused for a moment, thinking over the outcome of this. Either they would fight, resulting in one/both getting detention, or somehow being stopped before the fight started. Tom cleared his throat, remember what was happening and what he was doing. The least he could do was try to be civil. “She said to leave her alone.” He glanced at the girl, seeing her shocked yet touched expression. She didn’t even know him, neither him to her, and he was willing to fight this guy.

Carl death glared Tom, clenching his fists before grabbing tom by the collar of his leather jacket and getting ready to punch him. A bunch of students starting calling out, some betting who would win, others just yelling to start the fight, but before anything could happen, the principal, Mr. Downey, had showed up. He crossed his arms, eyeing Carl to see if he would officially start the fight or not. Yes, the kid was the star of the football team, but he was always getting into trouble constantly, whether it was getting into fights or not doing school work.

Silence rang through the cafeteria as everyone waited to see what would happen next. A moment later, Carl looked down and laughed dryly to hide his anger. He looked back at Tom.

“You know what, for old times sake, I’ll cut you a break. Today.”

They both glared at one another, sharing the same annoyed and a fake smile they had to keep for the time being. Carl finally let go of Tom and Tom did the same.

“So, Holland, why don’t you make like a tree and get out of here.”

Tom didn’t bother correcting Carl and just nodded, glancing once more at the girl and leaving the cafeteria. Harrison and the others followed Tom as well.

Dylan was the first person to reach him. “Hey, Tom, what the hell was that about back there?” He grabbed Tom’s shoulder, making him stop walking. Tom sighed, looking around the hallways before speaking quietly. “Johnny bet that I couldn’t get with that girl and I’m trying to. I’m not gonna pass up a month’s worth of cigs either.”

Harrison chimed into the conversation. “Yeah but that didn’t include you almost getting into a fight with Carl. That’s the last thing we need to worry about right now.”

Johnny smirked. “Plus, if you get in trouble with Downey, you may not even be allowed to go to the dance. And that’ll make the bet finish faster.”

Tom ran a hand through his hair, thinking over his options and how he could still win the bet. He couldn’t risk failing his math class either. He didn’t want his mother to worry about him even more. But one thing the group didn’t know was that Tom was worrying for this girl. She was new and hardly knew anyone. He didn’t know what it was like to not know anyone in your town, but he knew what it was like to be taken advantage of.

Zach took a step towards Tom. “You can do whatever you want to try and win the bet. Just..” He looked between the rest of the guys. “Just don’t get yourself in more trouble than usual.”

Tom nodded, looking at his friends and seeing how genuinely worried they seemed to be. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, and other students began filling the hallways to get to their next class. The group of greasers did the same, acting like the (almost) fight today didn’t happen.

Thursday

After school, Tom once again waited by his car to see the girl again. He was running out of time and he needed to do something. This time, however, it was the girl that walked up to him. “Excuse me?”

Tom looked to her, almost shocked that she had even walked over to him. She looked nervous, rarely ever meeting his eye.

“I just..” She took a deep breath, gaining the confidence to look up at him. “I wanted to say thank you, for yesterday, and,” she smiled shyly, almost embarrassed. “I’m sorry for telling you off Tuesday afternoon. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Tom was touched by her words at first, surprised that she would apologize to him for her actions. At first he really was playing with her, but maybe, just maybe, she was something special. Tom smiled at her, deciding to be honest.

“You’re alright. You’d be surprised how many times I get told off by all kinds of people.” He leaned against the side of his car, still looking at her. “And I’m just glad that you’re okay. Carl Dietz isn’t the,” he paused, trying to find the right word. “Nicest guy at this school. You need to be careful when you meet new people.”

“Maybe that’s why I didn’t want to bother with you on Monday.” She laughed awkwardly, feeling bad about the situation. “I’m sorry that I misjudged you. I bet you’re a really nice guy.” She glanced at the ground, smiling shyly and blushing a little.

Tom grinned, chuckling softly. She may had been sweet, but she was oblivious about reading into who he really was. He was nice to his friends and family, but everyone else he was cautious around. For all he knew this girl was someone else entirely. He looked behind her, seeing his friends walk towards the car while making rude gestures towards/about the girl and how (they believed) Tom was going to get with her over the weekend. He had to finish the conversation before she saw them and changed her mind about him. He could practically smell all the cigs he was going to get next month.

Tom quickly stood up straight, already having a plan in mind.

“Listen, uh,” he froze, remembering how he still didn’t know her name. She giggled, smiling as she answered. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). And may I ask who you are?”

“Tom. Tom Holland.”

They smiled at one another for a moment, causing (Y/N) to blush.

“So, (Y/N),” he chuckled softly. “Would you be interested in hanging out some time?”

He saw her eyes light up in shock and excitement. “Y-You mean like a date?”

Tom almost laughed at her statement. Tom Holland may flirt and fool around every now and, but he never did dates. But this was for the bet. For the bet.

He nodded. “Yeah. When are you free?”

“I’m actually free tomorrow night. I heard they have a few new movies out at the drive in if you’re up for that.”

“That sounds great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you then, Tom.”

(Y/N) grinned and walked away, waving goodbye to Tom and passing his friends as she walked away. All of them but Johnny smiled and cheered for Tom finally getting a date for the dance.

“Did you seriously ask her to the dance?” Johnny looked to Tom, shocked and not thinking he’d actually be able to do it. Tom shook his head. “Not exactly. I didn’t want ‘er to think I was some creep like Carl by suggesting the dance for a,” he made air quotes, “‘first date’, so she suggested the drive in tomorrow night.”

Johnny laughed, pushing his hair back, making Tom groan in annoyance. He honestly didn’t want to more work than he had to just to win the bet. “Can this count as takin’ her out? It’s basically the same thing.”

Johnny shook his head. “Nope! I would’ve counted it if it was you that asked her on the date, but she did that part for you.” He laughed more, leaning over and resting on his knees. “I seriously can’t believe this is happening.”

Tom sighed, grumbling under his breath. “Me neither.”

Friday

After school, (Y/N) met Tom by his car again, asking what time he would pick her up (7pm) before heading on her way. Tom was starting to regret his decision about accepting the date rather than suggesting the dance himself, but it was too late to back out now.

Before he left his house to get her, his friends stopped by; they teased him about what to do and not to do, how he should dress, and many other things just to annoy him and make him dread the date even more. But in the words of Johnny, “Do it for the cigs, Tom.”

Tom picked (Y/N) up around 7:15, claiming to have trouble his car and making her a little nervous. The last thing she wanted was to get into a wreck and not be allowed on dates anymore unless she walked there. The drive there was mostly silent, both not really knowing what to say to one another. They only just properly met yesterday. Eventually (Y/N) broke the silence when they were about to reach the drive in.

“By the way, if you wouldn’t mind not smoking during the movie, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

Tom, shocked yet amused by her words, chuckled softly. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” He was used to being stereotyped, but this was different. For one, they were on a date. Shouldn’t she be cuddling up to him and wanting to get to second base? Then again, she was clearly not like any other Soc, or girl for that matter, in town.

“I said, could you not smoke during the movie? I don’t want to be lectured when I get home from my father for suspecting that I’ve been doing things in not supposed to.”

Tom was about to reply, with a snarky remark no less, but he had pulled up to pay for the entry to the drive in. (Y/N) reached into her purse. “I brought enough money for the both of us.” She mumbled to herself. “In case you had assumed that I would pay for everything tonight.”

Tom bit his tongue to keep from lashing out at her. Yes, he knew he didn’t have that much money, and sometimes he and his mom weren’t able to pay every bill on time, but he wasn’t the type of guy to go out with a rich girl so that she would pay for everything. He pulled out some money from his jacket pocket, enough for both of them, as he looked her in the eye harshly. “Actually I do have enough for both of us, thank you very much.” He didn’t look back at her after he paid and drove forward to find a place to park. “Isn’t that what the guy is supposed to do on a date?”

Not only was he annoyed with her intentions and words, but he knew the bet would be harder to win now. At the moment, however, he cared less about the bet. He wouldn’t admit it, but a small part of him was looking forward to tonight. (Y/N) was a different girl compared to the other ones in town, and he thought he might have an actual shot. Of course, he should have known better than to hope that someone like her would trust or even like someone like him.

Once they were parked, he still didn’t look at her and focuses on the blank wall of a screen up ahead. The movie hadn’t started yet so they were stuck to bearing in the silence between them as other couples and groups of friends surrounding them enjoyed their time.

(Y/N), once again about 5 minutes after they parked, broke the silence first. “Look, I-”

Tom cut her off, not wanting to hear any excuse or stereotype she had to say next.

“Forget it. I know how the world views people like me. I should have known better than to think you were someone different.”

(Y/N) fell silent again, starting to feel guilty. She had grown up being taught looks can be deceiving, yet almost truthful depending on how people acted. She always tried her best to listen to her family’s rules, yet also be herself, but where was the line? When could she be what she wanted and when was she supposed to listen to the rules she was taught? Could she do/be both? She took a deep breath.

“Tom, I,” she struggled with her words, feeling his glare on her now. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Tom scoffed. “Obviously-”

“Let me finish.”

They stared each other down for a minute until Tom sighed, gesturing for (Y/N) to continue.

“I was wrong to act like that. I just.. I don’t want to be taken advantage of, or be sent to jail for doing illegal things and be under house arrest until my father marries me off.” She looked down, holding her arms close to herself. “I didn’t..” Her voice dropped down to a whisper. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up with you and have you turn out to be someone like Carl.”

Tom processed her words slowly before replying. “(Y/N), I know that you’ve just met me, but please know one thing.” He reached out and held her hand, making her look him in the eye.

“I will never be someone as awful as him. When I saw him trying to get with you, I.. I had to do something. I was taught to respect women, to never take advantage of them, and you,” he chuckled softly, smiling at her. “You’re something special, (Y/N). You really are.”

(Y/N) smiled, feeling her heart beat fast. She felt happiness on a whole new level. More than her vinyl records, more than Christmas day with her family. She felt.. Surreal.

She moved over to him so that their shoulders were touching. “Do you mind if I sit here?” She bit her lip shyly, looking up at Tom. He nodded, trying to get over the shock that she was this close. “Sure.”

(Y/N) grinned and resting her head on his shoulder and he let go of her hand to put his arm around her. They continued to watch the movie, enjoying it as well as making conversation about it as well as their lives. They still had lots to learn about one another.

After the movie ended, Tom started up the car and drove (Y/N) home as she rested still snuggled up to him as the radio played softly.

‘Earth angel, earth angel, please be mine.’

Tom smiled to himself, glancing down at her.

‘My darling dear, love you all the time.’

At this moment, he cared less about everything else around him. The bet he and Johnny made, the teasing he would get from his friends as well as his mom and brothers, the way Soc’s would push him around, the danger he could possibly be in from being with a Soc. Once again, he didn’t care. For once, he felt happy for something he chose to do in the end.

‘I’m just a fool. A fool in love with you.’

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PLEASE ANYTHING FIR DYLAN MATTHEWS

I know this is probably SO ANNOYING to ask but pleaseee be more specific! I know, I know, im sorry. But it just helps me understand what you want and how to cater it towards you. 🤎

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A Different Kind of Education: V Is For Vanilla (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Professor!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: After being broken up with for not being kinky enough, Reader seeks out her professor to give her some private tutoring so she can win her boyfriend back.

Warnings: Modern AU, smut (18+), slow burn romance, light dom/sub dynamics, light dom!roger and sub!reader, professor x student sex, protected sex, vaginal fingering, light breast/nipple play, nipple sucking, light biting, i think thats it, honestly this chapter is (as the title says) pretty vanilla. But things will get more intense in later chapters.

Words: 7,128

A/N: ahhhhhh it’s finally here. This professor Rog idea has been kicking around my head for months now and finally I’m actually doing something about it lmao

This series is going to be LONG (like in my plan it’s 15 chapters) because I have So Many kinks I want to squeeze into it. Some were chosen by me and some were chosen by everyone who voted in the poll I put up a few weeks ago and i am seriously so excited about what’s coming.

Smut scenes in this and all future chapters will be marked with stars so that if there is a kink you’d like to avoid you can skip over it and still enjoy the rest of the series.

Also, I know the chapter title doesn’t super make sense since he’s a university bio sciences professor which doesn’t have a lot to do with the alphabet but 🤷‍♀️ that was the working chapter title and it kind of stuck. Plus, ya’ll know I love chapter titles that have a theme lmao. Anyway, no more stalling. Enjoy the filth and start preparing yourselves for it to get so much filthier.

(the ultimate hot professor rog moment tbh)

@atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini

His office door was open when you got there which didn’t give you much time to hesitate or rethink your decision to ask your Professor for help. He would have seen you approaching or stalling in the doorway and invited you in anyway to query you about your reasons for being there. So, instead, you raised your fist and rapped a pattern on the door frame with your knuckles. “Professor Taylor? Can I have a word?” “Miss Y/L/N,” he seemed surprised to see you, his eyes widening behind his spectacles, “come in. What can I help you with?” You closed the door behind you and took a seat, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to remember how you’d planned to broach the subject. Professor Taylor – Roger, as you’d been told you could call him – waited patiently. “It’s tricky, Professor. Umm, see, well um,” “Is this something to do with the coursework? If you’re worried about the last assignment, you don’t need to be. It was really good, what you handed in.” “Really?” “Mmhmm. I was going to give you all feedback next week but if it’ll help put your mind at ease I can show you the comments I have for you early,” You were half a second away from asking to see them when you remembered that wasn’t what you’d come to ask about, “A-actually that’s okay Professor.” “Oh? So was it something else you wanted? I know that this Masters course is more work than previous classes you’ve had with me but you seem to be keeping on top of it all. I’m very impressed by what you’ve accomplished so far.” “Thank you Professor, but, um, that’s not really what I’m here about,” “No?” He leaned forward resting his chin on his hands, “You know, there’s no need to be nervous about talking to me, I’m not going to fail you,” he chuckled as he sat up straight again, clearly trying to lighten the mood though his expression became more serious as he said, “if you’re having trouble with something, or someone, please tell me and I will do what I can to help, whether it’s pointing you in the direction of someone more able to support you or talking to people on your behalf.” You nodded, feeling marginally calmer though still nervous, “I was actually hoping for some private tutoring,” “Oh? Well if you’d like to put your name down as a tutor I have a form here somewhere, if you fill it out I can pass it on and have your name added to the database,” Roger rifled through a stack of papers on his desk, only stopping when you spoke again. “No, not, uh, not tutoring work. I more meant tutoring from you. In an area that this Uni doesn’t provide classes in,” “Miss Y/L/N I’m going to have to ask you to explain because I’m not quite sure what you’re after,” You took a breath and resisted the urge to speak to the floor, “My boyfriend dumped me last week.” “I’m sorry to hear that but I don’t see how-” “He dumped me because apparently I’m not kinky enough. I don’t know, he always wanted me to be super obedient in the bedroom but I never really understood it.” Roger shifted in his seat, “Miss Y/L/N I don’t think this is app-” “I want someone to explain it all to me, teach me how to be what he wants so I can get him back. If I can show him that I can learn, that I can submit in the way he expects, then we won’t have to break up. I love him and I’d do anything to get him back and I’ve been thinking about it and I think you’re the best person to teach me.” “I’m not sure I understand why you would come to me with this. I am very sorry to hear you’re dealing with that but it’s not really appropriate for me to be discussing such matters with my student.” “Just…” you held your hand up to try and stop him from standing and opening the door for you, “You must realise that you have a, um, a reputation.” Roger was taken aback by that, throwing you a confused expression as he settled back into his seat. “Surely you’ve heard the rumours about you. About what you like to get up to with women.” “I can assure you I haven’t,” “Seriously? Everyone talks about it. I mean part of it is probably just because you’ve got that whole DILF thing working for you so like half the students here have crushes on you. But then you throw in the gossip about how you like to tie women up and all the rest of it,” Roger closed his eyes as if he couldn’t quite keep up with everything you’d just said, “How- I mean, those rumours have no bearing on- on anything and they aren’t even- what I mean to say is-” “Professor, it’s okay. It’s just gossip, nothing serious in it. But if you do like that sort of thing, I could really use your help. I won’t tell anyone, all I want is my boyfriend back,” Roger pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “This is insane, what you’re asking is insane.” “No it’s not,” “Okay, lets, Miss Y/L/N, just for a moment, let’s imagine that, hypothetically, I say yes to this. What then?” “Well, I’d expect we’d meet up once or twice a week, you’d teach me the basics of kink, anything you thought I should know. Then in four months’ time I can talk to Dylan and show him what I’ve learnt and he’ll take me back.” “Why four months?” “Oh, we’re pretty much guaranteed to see each other then. Two of our mutual friends are getting married and we’ll both be at the wedding. So will you do it?” “Miss Y/L/N, I don’t know that this is a good idea,” “Why not?” “Well our ages for one thing,” “So what? You’re mature and experienced and that’s what I need. Plus, surely having someone half your age throw herself at you is a bonus.” He smiled slightly, “All the same, it’s wrong. I’m your teacher.” “Exactly, who better to teach me?” “The ethics of this- and the rules of this university. If anyone found out I’d lose my job, you’d lose your place at this school so you wouldn’t get to complete your degree. Not to mention I’m sure you have family and friends who would chop my bollocks off before they ran me out of town.” “It’s not like I’m underage, I’m doing a bloody Masters. And no one would find out. We can meet in secret.” “It’s still so risky, Ms Y/L/N,” “Look, Professor, I wouldn’t tell anyone, you won’t tell anyone. As long as we’re careful about when and where we meet no one will find out. Please, Professor. I need this,” you thought you could see his resolve cracking but decided to give him a final push, “But if you really don’t want to then I’ll find someone else. I’m sure I can meet someone online. Fetlife? That’s a website for this kind of thing, right?” “Fine, I’ll do it.” He said suddenly, “But we do it my way. And certainly not on campus.” “Okay,” “Are you free tonight?” “You wanna get right into it?” “I want to discuss this further, off campus, to set some ground rules, and I think we’ll both be more comfortable discussing it over dinner.” “Dinner? Like a date?” “A business deal. Miss Y/L/N, if you can’t take this seriously,” “I can, I promise. Dinner where?” “Well, public places are out of the question. So you can come over to my house. Be there by Seven and make sure no one knows. Here’s the address,” “Thank you Professor,” Roger grunted as he scrawled his address on a scrap of paper, holding it out to you, “Go, out of my office before I come to my senses,” You nodded and scurried off, taking heart from the bemused tone behind his snippy words. In a matter of a few short months you’d be able to put this breakup behind you and show Dylan just how much he meant to you.

A few minutes before seven o’clock you rang Roger’s door bell, looking around at the long driveway and the tidy garden beds at the front of the house as you waited. He opened the door quickly and hurried you inside glancing around the front yard as if someone were spying on him. “I brought wine,” you said, holding the bottle out, “You’ve got a nice place,” “You sound surprised,” he said as he took your jacket from you and hung it on a coat rack to the side of the entrance before taking the wine with a gracious nod and examining the label, “Y’know being a university professor doesn’t actually pay too badly.” “Yeah but this place is massive,” He chucked, “I inherited a little from my Nan and Pop and then there was the album. That was enough to buy this place.” “Album?” “Oh, I was in a band in my youth, one mildly successful album and a couple of writing credits on the singles set me up nicely. Not nicely enough to retire on but still.” He shrugged as he led you through his sizeable house, up a set of stairs and towards the back balcony, “Plus, this place didn’t seem so big when I was sharing it with my ex-wife and our kids. Uhh, but that’s not what we’re here to discuss. Now, make yourself comfortable out here and I’ll just go check on the food.” You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the sheer number of rooms and hallways you’d passed as well as the fact that your old Biology professor had once been in a band. It was hard considering you’d only ever seen him presenting lectures to an audience of tired and often hungover students but you supposed he did have a kind of magnetism that would have been at home on a stage. Still, you’d have liked to see pictures.

Roger returned a few moments later with two plates of food, a couple of wine glasses tucked in the crook of his arm. You quickly reached to relieve him of something, before one of the glasses could shatter and put an end to all your plans. Though perhaps a broken glass would have helped break the ice. It wasn’t the most comfortable dinner you ever had. You found it hard to swallow, hard to sit still, torn between wanting to jump right to the main topic and wanting to let Roger bring it up in his own time. The last thing you wanted was to come across as just trying to get a leg over the hottest professor on campus as if for a dare or a joke. Him retracting his agreement was a very close second last. Instead, you gulped down your drink and tried to focus on the reasonably nice meal Roger had prepared for you. Finally, after watching you top up your glass for the third time, he put you out of your misery. “Why me?” “What?” “Why did you approach me with this idea of…tutoring?” “Like I said before, the rumours abo-” “Okay but there must have been something beyond that. There could have been rumours about any staff member. If the school gossip had said Professor Richardson had a sex dungeon where he tied up women and spanked them, would you have approached him?” “So you have heard the rumours,” “Of course I have. Answer the question,” You stalled by taking another drink, though only a sip that time, “No, I wouldn’t have.” “So, why me?” “You’re hot?” Roger gave you a look you’d seen in the classroom – his stop fucking around look, usually reserved for first years who still treated dissection and cadavers as a joke. You shrugged, “You’re one of the best teachers I ever had. You always said we could come to you with any problems we were having and whenever I took you up on that offer to go over the coursework you were encouraging and supportive and knew how to push me in the right direction without giving me all the answers. I guess I felt like I could trust you. Like you’d take me seriously or at least hear me out before shutting the door in my face. And if the rumours happened to be false then you seemed like the sort of person who wouldn’t be offended by them or my proposition.” Roger smiled to himself, but it was only for a few brief seconds and then his professional demeanour was back in place, “Alright, well, I’m listening now so why don’t you tell me about this ex and the sort of things he requested of you. And then I’ll decide whether to kick you off my property or not.” There was a twinkle in his eye that told you he wasn’t serious about throwing you out, but it didn’t stop you from feeling timid about the conversation, “Umm, okay. His name is Dylan. We were both in your Bachelor bio class, that’s how we met. Or kind of. We were aware of each other but went to different parties and hung out with different people. It wasn’t until last year that we actually met and got chatting and started seeing each other. I thought it was the real thing, like proper love, soulmate stuff. So when he broke up with me it took me completely by surprise. Everything felt perfect with him. Except for the sex.” You paused, feeling a little self-conscious about speaking so frankly about your personal life, and with your professor no less. Roger removed his spectacles and wiped them on the bottom of his shirt, “Ms Y/L/N, you’re going to have to be able to talk about sex with me if you actually want this to work.” “The sex was fucking great okay? Especially at the start. But the longer we went out the more he pushed for me to be submissive to him. He’d joke around about wanting to fuck me while I was asleep or mostly asleep, and he’d dirty talk by calling me his toy or saying that he owned me or sometimes about pimping me out to his friends. I indulged some of his ideas like when he wanted to be especially rough with me, pushing my head down into the mattress, pulling my hair, slapping me, things like that. And it was fun, but I never enjoyed it the same way he did and whenever he brought up the sleep stuff or if he tried to bend me over while I was cooking dinner I always stopped him. He’d laugh about it and say he was just joking but I guess he meant it more than I thought he did.” Roger remained quiet, watching you thoughtfully until he was sure you were finished, “If we did this what limits would you want in place?” “None. I want to be the perfect submissive for Dylan, I want to prove I can be whatever he wants.” Roger shook his head and put down his glass, “What was it you told Dylan when he suggested using you while you were in the middle of something or if he brought up the sleep stuff?” “I just told him no, I wasn’t into it or I was busy.” “Then that’s a limit. If you don’t want to do those things, that’s okay. Everyone has limits.” “But that’s the point. I need to learn how to be into those things so he’ll have me back. My limits are what made him leave.” Roger exhaled heavily though his nose, “Okay then, is there anything you would consider a turn off?” “I don’t know,” “Well I don’t believe that. I’m sure you have at least some idea of what you like and what you don’t.” “Yeah I guess I do but if I’m the submissive one then it doesn’t matter what I want. This is about Dylan and doing what he wants.” “Personally, I’m not big into feet stuff – toe sucking, foot jobs, anything like that – it just doesn’t appeal to me, whether I’m acting more dominant or more submissive, and I’ve made sure to tell every one of the women I’ve been with who hinted that they’d be into doing that kind of thing. A lot of women, in my experience at least, don’t like anal or things like knife play or scenes that feel violent or menacing.” He paused, watching your reactions, “From what you’ve just told me, it sounds like Dylan might be into free use and consensual non-consent so if either of those things sound like a turn off to you, you should let me know. Dylan will have limits of what he’s comfortable with and comfortable doing to others, I guarantee it. You need to make your limits known too. It’s all part of being in a D/S relationship and playing with any kind of BDSM type kink. The main rule we follow is safe, sane and consensual, and believe me, I will make sure we follow it during our lessons. So, is there anything you would consider a turn off or anything you wouldn’t want to do, even for Dylan?” “Can I think about it and get back to you?” “I suppose so. If it helps I can give you an idea of things I could teach you and you can tell me if any of them don’t feel right.” “Yeah, I think that would help,” “Alright umm, obviously because this is about what Dylan likes we should address consensual non-consent and free use at some point, but they would come later. Somnophilia too. I’d probably start with something easier or more common anyway. Spanking is nearly guaranteed, basic bondage methods – cuffs, ropes, that sort of thing – maybe some more extreme bondage too depending on how much you enjoyed the basic bondage. Ummm, choking, maybe some gags, tease and denial for sure. Any of that sounding too scary or intimidating or just not fun?” “They all sound okay I think, although some of them I haven’t heard of before.” “It’s a start at least. Of course, I would begin with the smaller kinks and work our way up to the more intense ones, and hopefully by that point we’ll both be more familiar with your limits and what you are interested in taking further.” “So, does that mean your agreeing to tutor me?” “I can definitely work with this.” “You mean it?” “Yes. Apparently I do.” He trailed his gaze over you for a moment, “How would you feel if I suggested we move this to the bedroom?” Your heart skipped a beat and you hoped your shock hadn’t shown on your face, “You want to start now?” “Sort of. What do we do at the beginning of a science experiment?” “Measure a control group,” “Exactly, you do a control before you mess with variables so you have something to measure them against. In this case, I think we’ll be able to tailor kinks to you better if I have some idea of what you enjoy during sex and what it takes to get you off. Is that okay?” “Yeah, of course, yeah. Makes sense.” “If you want to wait a couple of days we can,” “No, now’s as good a time as any. And the sooner we get into it all the better really.” Roger chuckled and stood, holding out his hand to help you out of your seat, “You’ve always been an enthusiastic student.”

Leaving your plates and glasses on the balcony table, Roger led you towards his bedroom. You wished you’d had a little more to drink, just to dull the sudden wave of nerves that had risen up. You were about to fuck a professor. Professor Taylor. It was a bizarre scenario you’d got yourself into and in an effort to distract yourself a little and calm down, you focused on his bedroom wall as he busied about closing curtains, eyes trained on a framed watercolour of a lake under some cherry blossom trees. “You like it?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s pretty,” “I got that while I was in Japan a few years ago.” You nodded, not sure what to say next. “Are you okay?” You turned and found Roger much closer than he had been a moment before. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes, sorry, just a bit nervous I guess. Feels kind of odd now that I’m actually here. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really expect you to agree to this.” “I did tell you your idea was insane. But that’s okay,” he slowly reached forward, his hand settling on your hip and gently tugging, encouraging you to step in closer, “It’s kind of weird for me too. So, we’ll go slow. And if you want to stop at any time we can.” You nodded, eyes glued to Roger, and let your tongue wet your lips. His eyes followed the movement, “Does that mean you want to kiss me?” There was a playfulness to his voice, teasing almost, and you found yourself relaxing and agreeing that you did. And for the first time you realised just what it meant for those rumours to be true. “So then kiss me.”

******

A kiss you could do. Pushing aside the realisation that this was your first kiss since Dylan left, you leaned in and pressed your lips to Roger’s, though you pulled away quickly. Roger didn’t say anything, just waited, lips lightly parted. Your heart was racing with excitement and uncertainty, but you wanted more. He welcomed your lips the second time they met his, his hand gripping your hip harder now that he was certain you were going to stay. It was almost needy the way he kissed back, something you’d not have expected from your Professor. His nose bumped yours and yet he didn’t seem to care, leaning further into you, his tongue tickling your lip seconds before you felt it slide against your own tongue. Familiar but entirely different from the kisses you were used to. His hands didn’t move like Dylan’s did, not grabbing but gently squeezing, reassuringly firm. His leg was suddenly between yours and you took a step back in surprise. Roger followed so you took another and another until you felt the edge of the bed behind you. Dylan and your nerves almost entirely forgotten, you reached for Roger’s belt. He let you unbuckle it and pull it loose before he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, kissing you between looks heavy with desire. He broke away for a moment and toed off his shoes, bending to take his socks off too, “So, is there anything you particularly like, any positions?” You copied his movements, kicking your own shoes just under the bed, “Not really. I can work with whatever.” “Stop trying to please me and tell me what you like Ms Y/L/N,” he said, reaching for your hips again so he could push your jeans down. “I mean I guess I like being on top, riding, whatever you want to call it.,” you quickly unhooked your bra and let it drop to the floor, “But Dylan tended to like me under him.” “New rule,” Roger said, kicking his own pants off his ankle as you tugged his shirt from his shoulders, “No talking about your ex when we’re this close to being naked. Okay?” “Yeah, sorry, good rule.” “Y’know I could have taken your bra off too,” “Faster this way,” “I’ll let you have it this time. But next time I unwrap you myself.” You shivered at the implications of the statement as Roger resumed the kiss and pressed you backwards onto the mattress, quickly climbing on top of you, his hands braced on each side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you once more, hungrily.

He didn’t stay there long though. A few seconds later he’d shimmied down your body, creating a trail of kiss warmed skin, until his face was positioned directly above your breasts. You raised your head and watched enraptured as he his eyes met yours, the hint of a mischievous grin lighting up his face, and then he lowered his lips to the top of your left breast. You let your head drop back to the bed and ached your back a little, pushing your chest towards him. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it before, “what if I do this?” slowly he let his teeth sink into you, just for a second. It was enough to pull a small hum of appreciation from you so he repeated the action on your right breast. “Feels good?” “Yeah,” you breathed out, softly. “Yeah?” he asked, pushing himself up so he was straddling your waist, “What about this?” You felt his warm breath surround your nipple before you felt his tongue lap against it or his lips enclose it, letting your eyes slip shut as you drew your lip between your teeth. He seemed to appreciate the response and made sure to repeat the action a few times against each nipple, sucking on one as his gently flicked the other with his thumb. You tingled at the sensation of his warm saliva cooling and gently squeezed your legs together. “Don’t be shy,” he said, sitting up again and laying a hand over each of your breasts, “I can tell you enjoy it when I play with your tits,” You pulled in a shaky breath as he squeezed your breasts, “Mmhmm, yeah,” “Do you want some more?” “Yes, Professor,” He made a short clicking sound with his tongue, “I think we’re past Professor by now, you can call me Roger. And you can tell me what you want,” “I want more,” “More what?” You hummed again at the feeling of him massaging your boobs. “More what? Should I keep sucking on your perky fucking tits? Jesus they’re so fucking soft,” he cleared his throat and shook his head a little, “Or, should I give some other part a bit of attention? Your pussy’s probably feeling a bit left out, huh?” You’d expected him to boss you around, make demands, and you’d expected a bit of dirty talk (the kind where he’d tell you how sexy you looked or that he couldn’t wait to fuck you). But the reality surpassed everything you’d considered likely. You certainly hadn’t expected to get wet just from his tone and his words. And you definitely hadn’t expected to be doing what he asked, agreeing with everything he said. But that’s exactly what was happening, and it felt good. “Please touch my pussy.” “It would be my pleasure,” he smiled softly as he climbed off of your waist and pulled your underwear down, “and yours.”

The change of position gave you a moment to catch your breath but also to take in Roger’s appearance properly. You had to admit you liked what you saw. Of course, you already knew he was attractive. More than once you’d found yourself distracted in class, mind on what a cute bum he had or how shapely his hands were or else on his fluffy hair, light blonde but with streaks of grey blended throughout. He was the epitome of the hot teacher really, especially with his gravelly voice and the youthful sparkle of his eyes, magnified by his usual pair of glasses. What you hadn’t seen before, and what you were revelling in now, was his naked torso. There were muscles in his arms, not Hollywood style bulging biceps and you’d certainly never have noticed them under the sleeves of his work shirts, but they were revealed as he shifted his position and you had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze them. A light fuzz of hair covered his chest, though it was so light it was barely visible, and a marginally thicker thatch of it trailed down into his underwear. And in between was his stomach, the years of fatherhood evidenced by how it softly protruded out over the hem of his underwear. Once, a few years ago, someone had found a photo of Professor Taylor taken in the 90s when he was twenty-something and, thanks to the university meme facebook page and a few students with near influencer levels of followers, just about the whole school had seen it and had wet dreams about it. He’d been stick thin then, eyes ringed by dark grungy eyeliner, long messy hair falling about his face, and his plaid shirt unbuttoned. The Roger settling beside you now was miles away from that boy but you liked his current look, from his shorter hair to his rounder body, though he seemed to have the same skinny legs. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow to look you over. “This is…better than I thought it would be,” “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know, I just...I could never picture it before, actually being with you. But you’ve made it feel easy and, well not normal, but y’know, not too strange either.” “So you’ve been liking it so far?” “Mmhmm, it’s felt really good,” “Good, that’s what I want to hear. But,” your breath hitched as you felt his fingers stroke between your legs, “experiments not done yet.” He watched his hand as it moved, his fingers sliding between your lips, spreading the wetness that had begun to pool with his earlier attentions. Each shift of his fingers pulled soft sighs and small ohs from you as the pleasure began to slowly build and you pulled him down into another kiss, wanting to feel him closer. He eased the first finger into you gradually, whispering questions about how it felt and if you were ready for more. You’d have expected his constant quizzing to be annoying but he peppered them between comments about making you feel good and dirty talk about getting you ready for his cock as he pulled your hand over to his crotch to give him some small relief. And somehow everything just seemed to turn you on more, his obvious desire to make sure you were comfortable included. You barely registered when he added the second finger, pumping both into you rhythmically as he delicately sucked at your pulse point, though you knew the third was coming, a response to your pleas for more. You’d meant his dick really, ready to move things along but he’d been adamant about making sure you were properly stretched out, not relenting until he’d fit four fingers inside you. “Fo-four?” you whimpered as he pressed the last one into you, “Three not enough?” “Just to be on the safe side. My cock is about average length but its girthy,” “I – oh Roger – It feels huge to me,” “Please, I’m 46, I know it’s not the biggest thing in the world. But I also know it doesn’t need to be to fuck you so right.” You weren’t sure how to reply though he didn’t give you many options, jerking his fingers inside you and making you moan. “I know there are nerves involved which can impact how wet you get and I don’t want to do anything that would cause you pain or discomfort, so I’m going to finger you until I’m ready to stop. You can beg all you want but I won’t fuck you until I decide you can handle it.” Even that was hot though you weren’t exactly sure why, but whatever it was you found yourself nodding in agreement, staring at him through eyes half lidded with pleasure.

When Roger was satisfied that you were ready for more than his fingers, he pulled them from you and got to his knees, shuffling around to rummage through his bedside cabinet. A moment later you realised why as he kicked off his underwear and tore open a condom. You watched as he rolled it down his shaft, noting he’d described himself quite accurately. “Sorry,” he said as he caught your eye, “did you want to do that?” “No, that’s okay,” you chuckled, “just that Dylan never liked to wear them,” “Hey, we have a rule remember. And this is the first time I’m fucking one of my students, I’m not doing it raw, are you kidding?” “Sorry. And yeah, you’re probably right to use one.” “Hey, this is just the control remember. Condoms are a variable we can change later.” You laughed at that and nodded as Roger squirted some lube into his palm and began stroking himself, letting out small groans at the contact. “Are you going to fuck me yet or is there something else I have to wait for?” “Careful Ms Y/L/N, you know I don’t tolerate that kind of attitude.” He smiled as he crawled over you again, catching your lips quickly before he sat back on his heels and pushed your legs wide. With a final look, as if to give you a chance to end things before they went any further, he lined himself up and pressed himself into you. You gasped as he filled you easily, bottoming out. “God you feel good,” he panted, “are you okay? Can I move?” “Yeah,” you nodded, “please move.” He breathed out a small sigh as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward again, finding a rhythm. As he got more comfortable in the moment, Roger leaned over you again, pushing his face between your breasts and laving your skin with his tongue. He rediscovered the spots he’d found earlier, humming around your nipples and squeezing your boobs as he thrust into you. “Feel good?” “Yeah,” “You close yet?” “Not really.” “That’s alright,” he said softly as he readjusted his position, sitting back and lifting your legs over his shoulders. You felt the angle change as he fucked into you harder than before, his pace a little faster, “Play with your tits for me.” You didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, panting in sync with his thrusts as he dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, forcing more moans and whines from your throat. “That’s right, tell me how good it is to be spread out under your professor, full of my hard cock. Christ you’re so fucking tight. Why didn’t I fuck you sooner?”.” You let your moans pick up a little as he ploughed into you, willing yourself to reach your climax. “Yeah? You like that. Are you close now?” “Uh-” “So no.” “Sorry, i-it just takes a while usually. I could f-fake it if you wa-nt to stop.” “No!” his voice sounded strained as he stilled inside you, “This is about getting you off and I will keep fucking you even if it takes all night for you to cum. I just need to readjust again.” Your laugh became a small whine as he pulled out of you and rolled you over so you were on top of him, “what are you-?” “Ride me. You said you like being on top so ride me,” You smiled and pressed your lips to his quickly before settling yourself over him and carefully sinking down into place. As you took him as deep as you could you halted a moment to enjoy the sensation of being full again, gently rocking your hips as you braced your hands on Roger’s chest. He held your gaze as he slipped two fingers into his mouth, pulling them out when they were dripping with saliva. He pressed them together with his thumb before bringing the wet digits to your right nipple, massaging it until you arched your back and tilted your head backwards. There was no way to resist any longer and you raised yourself on your knees before sinking back down, grunting as he hit just the right spot. “Better?” he grunted. “Mhmm,” you managed to get out before a moan, once again lifting and dropping yourself. You settled into the flow of it, the movement of your hips and the way you pulsed around him as you took him harder and faster, feeling the pleasure build and build and build. Until Roger’s voice, cracking with the effort, broke through your concentration. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m close. I’m gonna cum,” “Okay,” you said, not sure what else you could say, a little disappointed that it was going to be over before you could finish. So much for all night, though you supposed he’d only said that to help you relax and finish faster. At least it was hot watching him unravel beneath you, his grunts and groans loud and shameless, his hips spasming under yours. You waited until he was done, eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing, and then lifted yourself to dismount him. Or you would have, except you felt his hands grab you by the hips and press you down again. “Your turn,” he said it so earnestly, no hint of the dominant teasing from earlier or any egotistical overconfidence, that you found yourself agreeing immediately, shocked into doing what he was guiding you to. You raised your hips again, let him pull you back down hard and before long you’d found your rhythm again. He let go of your hip, moving the hand to messily rub your clit as you shifted a little, changing the angle by a fraction. It was enough to have you careening towards the edge, even as Roger pulled air through his teeth as the extra stimulation. “So close,” you muttered before he could ask, eyes shut, intent on your mission. “C’mon, cum on my cock, show me how good it feels,” You nodded unthinkingly as he encouraged you, feeling it just out of reach until finally the familiar warmth washed over you, a long moan slipping from between your lips as you swivelled your hips, prolonging the orgasm as long as you could. “There you go, good girl.”

******

Roger gasped as you climbed off him and carefully removed his condom to throw it out. “I could have done that,” “You did enough.” He was smiling when you turned back to face him and beckoned you over to join him on the bed once more, pressing a kiss to your jaw and the corner of your mouth before he found your lips again. You sighed against him, lost in the blissful warmth of the moment. “I’ll do it. I’ll tutor you,” Roger said after some time, his arm draped over your side, your faces inches from each other. “You mean it?” “Yes.” “Because I’m a hot shag?” He let out an exhale of laughter, “Because I would rather you learnt about that kind of stuff from someone like me than some random on the internet who thinks that being dominant means being cruel or causing pain. At least I can make sure you approach things from a healthy angle with your own enjoyment in mind as much as your ex’s.” “Thank you. So…when do we start?” “Give me a few days to plan out some lessons, put together a curriculum.” “Oh, so it’s going to be like proper tutoring then.” “You’re the one that came to a teacher about this.” “Fair enough.” You would have happily stayed there longer and you later wondered if Roger would have let you had an alarm on his phone not gone off, a reminder to put his bins out for collection in the morning. He frowned as he realised the time and glanced at you. The piercing melody had brought the reality of the situation back to both of you. “I guess that means I should leave, right?” Roger sat up and scooted a little further away from you, “Yes, you probably should.” He paused for a moment, “No one can know about this.” “I know, I understand. It’s our secret.” He pulled in a breath, “Exactly, our secret. Do you need me to call you a cab?” “No, it’s fine, I drove here.” “Okay. Well, why don’t we get dressed and I’ll walk you out.” “Are you okay with this? If you really don’t want to teach me, I’d understand.” “No I want to. More than I should.” “That’s okay. No one will know and we’ll do things your way, whatever you think is best.” “My way,” he muttered to himself, “Yes. Exactly. Okay. Um, tell you what,” he swung his legs out of the bed and bent forward to retrieve the underwear he’d discarded earlier, pulling them up under cover of the corner of the bed sheet, “I will grab my things and go collect our dishes from dinner. You can stay here and get changed and then when you’re ready to go, come find me in the kitchen, okay Ms Y/L/N?” “Sounds great, Professor Taylor.” He nodded at you once more before he left, bending to collect his pants and shirt on his way. You waited a minute or so, mind racing with the events of the evening and the promise of what would be coming, before you too stood and began to redress.

When you felt sufficiently tidy you stepped out into the hallway and headed in the direction you hoped led to the kitchen. Roger was there, redressed and hardly looking like he’d just got out of bed, leaning against the bench, eyes out of focus. When you arrived though his head jerked around towards your movement. “All good?” he asked, “got everything?” “Yeah, think so.” “Well,” he said, leading you towards the front door, “it was great having you. Over. Having you over. I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” “It was great for me too Professor.” “I will see you in class on Monday, don’t forget about that reading you’re meant to do.” “Got it. Um, can I ask about my next tutoring session, when would that be?” “I will talk to you about it after class on Monday if that’s okay.” “Absolutely, whatever works for you Professor.” He opened the door, standing on his side of the entrance as you stepped outside, “Right, well. Goodnight Ms Y/L/N,” “Goodnight Roger,” you said, quickly leaning in to kiss his cheek, “and thank you.” He still looked a little stunned as you got into your car, wondering just what you’d got yourself into.

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