#which isn't too much of a gap and they were both at a college party so no one was carding anyone at the time

[theconfusedartist]

Hm

Somehow, despite my meticulous research and information retaining skills, I've been writing Desmond’s DOB as 1984 instead of 1987

I've been using this date and Alex's DoB to figure out when things happen in the timeline. I already got screwed over once when I found out Alex was born in 1979 and Dana was 9 years younger, and had to change a bunch of things around to make them fit the original canon, but this?? this might be (strained squeaky voice) a small problem

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Chapter 15: Forgiveness and Understanding

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

After all parties take some time to breathe, you realize that you can't say goodbye so easily.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 2.9k

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It was nearly a week and a half before you spoke to them again. 

When you weren’t brushing off your ever inquiring roommate and begging your professors to postpone your midterms, you were crying…again. You didn’t want to be such a mess over him, you’d always been a fairly confident and independent woman, but you felt so betrayed you couldn’t help it. Of course the guy you lost your virginity to was a nutjob. Of course that would be just your luck.

Who were you kidding? Luck had nothing to do with it. You were stupid. Completely moronic. You never should’ve pursued that relationship in the first place. This was just as much your fault as it was his. Whatever game he was playing, if it really was a game, you’d fallen for it, and fallen hard.

Your stubbornness only got you so far though, before you were dragging yourself to your laptop for answers. A little voice in the back of your head was telling you to at least look into it. You didn’t have to forgive him, but you had to know if he was telling the truth. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that he’d been lying to you all that time, and it certainly didn’t change the fact that he slept with you and then tried to dump you like you didn’t matter.

But you definitely mattered to at least one of them…

You mattered to Jake Lockley, who stood outside the bar where he’d saved you, leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. He was going to go inside, but he wanted to wait a while, knowing without a doubt that Marc would take over once he got in there, but Jake had to come back to the first place he’d truly met you. He missed you, and that shitty bar made him smile when he saw it.

They’d all been co-fronting since they’d decided to tell you about their condition. The only reason Marc and Jake had taken a backseat in the first place was to give Steven the perfect life, but it would seem that was impossible for them now.

“How long are you two going to be sulking for anyway? This is for the best, her being out of our life,” Marc said, looking back at Jake in the reflection of the side-view mirror.

“I’m not sulking pendejo,” Jake replied, taking another drag off his cigarette, “just wondering when you’re gonna admit that you miss her too.”

“I hardly know her, and I’m not like you guys, I have morals,” Marc looked away when Jake faced the mirror in disbelief, “alright maybe I’m not moral but, I’m not attracted to someone half my age who’s my student,” he scoffed, “and I’m not going to sleep with her and pretend to be someone else!”

“Yeah…you’re right about that. I guess for once Steven gets to be the bad guy.”

“Hey!” Steven shouted, his reflection visible in the window, “m’not a bad man just because…well…”

Jake smirked, “yeah…we all kinda suck,” he said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and putting it out under his shoe.

“She didn’t have to be such a little bitch about it though,” Marc said, which resulted in both Jake and Steven yelling over each other in your defense.

Jake stopped when he saw a couple walking by, staring at him with confusion and horror in their eyes. Yelling at his reflection in public probably wasn’t the best idea. After telling them to fuck off, he slipped into his car angrily and sped off in a huff.

“She just overreacted,” Jake said after a few moments of silence, “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Then she shouldn’t have said it,” Marc said coldly.

“She’s y–” Jake cleared his throat, “she’s uneducated.”

“No, no…what you were gonna say is right, she’s young, and she doesn’t know anything. Maybe that’s why both of you had no business with her in the first place, hm?”

“You know what really pisses me off Marc? That after all the shit we pulled back in Egypt, you’re suddenly acting like you’re señor perfecto. This twenty-one year old girl says something she shouldn’t say, and you’re gonna really look yourself in the eye right now and tell me that you’ve never said anything you regretted?”

He looked in his rearview mirror for a moment, waiting to see if Marc had anything to say, but Marc looked away.

“Thought so.”

Jake didn’t even know where he was going, he was just driving, trying to keep himself from losing his cool even more. He shifted gears, driving faster down a winding road. He could hear Steven muttering in the back of his mind, always hating when Jake took his frustration out behind the wheel.

“We never even had the chance to tell her about Egypt,” Marc said, seemingly unfazed by Jake’s reckless driving.

“It’s probably better that way,” Jake said, pulling into an abandoned parking lot and sighing heavily.

“Can we not sit in this parkin’ lot?” Steven asked several beats of silence.

Jake looked in the mirror, “what’s wrong with this parking lot?” He chuckled as he remembered, “oh…si, you two had fun here didn’t you?”

“Yeah we did…right after the best date of my life.”

It was silent again. That hit home for all of them. Not one of the three had been in any sort of meaningful relationship, not until Steven had been with you. Even Marc let it fester for a while, the thought of having someone that looked at him the way you looked at Jake and Steven. He wondered what that felt like.

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By the time you decided to talk to them again, you’d reflected heavily on the entire situation. It wasn’t easy, weighing the scales, looking at the wrongdoings of both sides versus what you’d all done right. Relationships were complicated, and this one wouldn’t be any different, but one thing was for certain; you weren’t ready to let Steven out of your life, and you were willing to do what it took to get through this.

So you considered all the factors, one of the most prevalent being that people make mistakes. Neither of you had planned to run into each other at that coffee shop before knowing you were his student and he your professor. Neither of you had planned to flirt and find comfort in each other’s company. Neither of you thought that it would get this messy.

Steven, being the much older one of the two of you, never should’ve let it continue, but you were also an adult capable of making your own choices. He should’ve been honest with you about Marc and Jake from the start, but when you thought about that more, he was probably afraid of your reaction. And of course, you reacted exactly the way he’d feared.

Jake slept with you without your consent.

Another major factor to consider. You felt dirty when you thought about it, but the more you considered it, you wondered if it actually upset you that much. He owed you an apology, that much was for certain, but when you thought about the fact that he helped you get through such a hardship - losing Steven -, and the fact that he’d saved your life, - dealing with that guy at the bar -, you realized that he must’ve cared for you too. None of that excused his actions, but you might be willing to forgive him with an acceptable enough apology.

It was time to talk to them again. You were ready to apologize for calling them crazy, or a ‘nut job’ as you’d so insensitively put it. You texted them, hoping that you hadn’t upset them to a point of no return.

You: Hi guys

You stared at your phone, waiting with bated breath to see if they’d even respond. When your phone went off right away you nearly collapsed on your dorm room floor. Despite the name popping up as Steven, you knew immediately that it was Jake texting you.

Steven: Hola corazón.

That was a good start, he couldn’t be that mad if he was using pet names, right? That meant at least one of them was open to talking.

You: I think we should talk, can we meet somewhere?

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You met at the park, a few miles away from school so you didn’t run the risk of any other students or faculty seeing you together. Even in his flat cap, white button-down, tie, and black coat, he still looked enough like Steven that it would look suspicious to anyone who knew he was your professor.

You sat next to him on the bench, and he looked over at you with a sly smirk. The differences between them were so obvious now that you knew the truth. The casual way Jake sat with his arms across the back of the bench, and his legs spread out like he owned the place was in stark contrast with Steven. He would’ve been sitting with his hands in his lap, fidgeting with his too-long sleeves and avoiding your gaze. Jake looked right at you, eyes boring into yours like he knew your very thoughts.

He let out a heavy sigh, “perdóname…for everything, bebita,” he said in his soft, sultry voice. 

His eyes were pleading, begging you for forgiveness, but you didn’t know if you could give in so easily. You stared at him until an awkward amount of time passed. You didn’t know what to say, and he was still just watching you…waiting.

Finally you took a deep breath, “how could you do that to me? How could you…sleep with me like that, knowing I thought you were someone else?”

He let out an exhale as though he were surprised you didn’t fold for him immediately. You suspected that Jake wasn’t used to rejection. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. You snatched them from his grasp and glared at him.

“No,” you said firmly, “you’re not doing that anymore.”

“That’s not really up to you beb–”

“It sure is. I said no.”

“Yikes, you’re really gonna let her talk to you like that?” Marc said with a chuckle, “regretting meeting up with her yet?”

“Just wait until you figure out Marc’s vice,” Jake tsked, smiling a little too wide for Marc’s liking.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole you know that?”

“Fine,” Jake said, giving you a smile laced in frustration and ignoring Marc, “I wish I could give you a good answer sweetheart, but when I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I was Steven…” his aggravated smile turned into one of affection, “no one’s ever looked at me like that before.”

“Like…like what?” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Like they were in love with me, like nothing else mattered except me. Made me sick to my stomach and like I could jump out of my skin all at once,” he sighed and chuckled, “never felt such a rush and then you kissed me and…”

He reached out and took your hand. Jake thought for sure you might pull away from him, but you didn’t. Instead you stared down at the moons embroidered on the knuckles of his gloves and rubbed them under your thumb. When you looked back up at him, your eyes were wet, tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. You gulped, clearly attempting to hold your sobs at bay.

“I always knew something was off, about the entire way he was…well…you were acting.” You damned the tear that fell down your face, “but I wanted so badly to believe that what Steven and I had wasn’t over that I ignored it all.” You looked down again at your connected hands.

“I know, and I shouldn’t have pulled you along like that, it was wrong and I don’t deserve your forgiveness but–”

“You don’t…but I forgive you anyway.”

When you looked up at him this time, his face looked pleasant, calm, less pained than when you’d arrived. He reached up his other hand and cupped your cheek, brushing along your skin with his thumb.

Jake’s heart skipped several beats when he looked at you now. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get the opportunity to truly love you properly. He thought the two of you would sneak around in the shadows for a while and then it would all fizzle out like some bad romance novel with a shitty ending. But there you were, looking him in the eyes just like you had before. He wanted to lean in and kiss you, maybe even take you right there on the bench despite the woman playing with her dog on one side of the park and the family playing on the other, but he restrained himself.

You supposed it was your turn now to apologize. You scooted closer to Jake on the bench, your knee touching his as you did. You felt the anxiety pooling in your chest. It was just a simple apology, but you were struggling to find the words. You wondered if Steven and Marc would hear the apology, or if you’d have to tell them each individually. Regardless, you would do it. You’d apologize a hundred times if you had to.

“I’m sorry too. What I said when Marc told me about your disorder,” you sighed heavily, “it wasn’t right.” You shook your head, feeling disappointed in yourself for the way you handled the situation. “You don't have to accept my apology but–”

Jake leaned forward, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your head and pulling you in, slotting his lips over yours. You could feel it now, the differences in the way they kissed; in the way they felt. A passionate breath left your lips as a deep moan left his, and when he broke off the embrace, you wanted to go back for more, but you resisted.

“Wow,” you said, breathing as if you’d just run a marathon.

You both sat there, just looking at each other and trying like hell not to continue. Jake stopped touching you altogether to curb the temptation, and he slid over on the bench, knowing that being out in public together was still a bad idea, even if it was a distance from your school. Not to mention the screaming Brit in his head who didn’t seem too keen on sharing you with the other two just yet.

“Can I talk to Marc?” You asked softly, a major contrast to the sound of Steven losing his cool in Jake’s mind.

“No,” Marc said bluntly.

Jake sniffed out a laugh, “Marc’s pretty pissed off, maybe not the best idea to talk to him right now sweetheart.”

You scowled, “I just want to apologize! What is his problem?”

“Apology heard,” Marc said from the headspace, “but I don’t have to accept this shit, if you two wanna keep fucking around with this stupid…girl…then I’m through trying to stop you, but I don’t have to partake in her bullshit.”

“Settle down hermano,” Jake said out loud, noticing immediately the quizzical expression on your face. Jake sighed, “He’s not interested right now corazón, but if you wait until he’s got a couple shots down the hatch, you might get a better response.”

Jake was surprised that Marc didn’t have a retort for him. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, feeling a pit in your stomach. What if Marc never forgave you? Would that be the end of this whole thing? Was he always going to be there, constantly putting a wedge between you and Steven and Jake?

Oh hell…Steven…

It had been so long since you and Steven had been together. It felt like there was a hole in your heart. You thought back to the early days of your relationship, a relationship that really wasn’t all that long when you thought about it. It didn’t matter though, you knew how it felt. You missed him more than you could stand to put into words.

Plus there were still so many questions.

What if he didn’t want to share you with the other two? How would that work? What if the other two each got girlfriends of their own? Well, Jake clearly was too interested in you to do that, but what about Marc? He couldn’t be expected to just sit in their head and watch the other two be happy, right? He deserved to be happy too. But the first thing you had to do, before you could figure any of that out, was talk to Steven.

“I miss Steven,” you said quietly, looking up at Jake again.

He sighed, “I know bebita, I know.”

“I want to talk to her, but I’d rather do it at our flat. Wanna do an apology my way y’know?”

“Si,” he said to Steven, “come to the apartment tonight at seven, you can see him then.”

With that, you nodded, both of you bidding the other farewell with a hug, and for the first time in weeks, you felt whole again.

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Everyday Rockstar - College!Ross Macdonald

A/N: Hi babies, me again. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot but my delusional ass going-to-uni-in-two-weeks self wants more. Like I always say, delusion is manifestation. Anyways, enjoy!

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♫ The City - The 1975

The annoying one on your course invited you to one of his band's gigs. You weren't expecting much, I mean, this was Matty we're talking about. You could see it now, him parading across the stage with a beer bottle in hand and his shirt unbuttoned. However, what you weren't expecting was who he'd been sharing the stage with.

You and your coursemates are running a bit late. Despite it being two months since you moved out here to the city, you're all still figuring it out - the right bus routes to take, how much alcohol is too much, what shoes not to wear on any given occasion.

The wet, November pavement reflects the air back colder than it is. As you open the doors, you accept the warmth in the pub like an old friend. Your entrance is punctuated by loud drums and droning vocals, not to mention THE 1975 printed in blocked letters on what seems to be a pinned up old bedsheet. Yup, definitely Matty's band.

Your preconceptions were correct. There Matty was scantily-clad with a bottle in hand. But not of beer - wine. How pretentious. So French New Wave of you, you thought.

But next to him was someone familiar.

"Ross?" you whisper to yourself. You stand in shock, squinting hard as if to take a picture. You are mesmerised by the simultaneous nonchalant power and peace he brings on stage.

It caught you off guard how incongruous the History student was to the setting and yet how perfectly he fit in a dark, sultry place like this. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a far cry from that hoodie you stole from him just a month prior.

You and your mates walk into a gap in the crowd, not so dissimilar to a clearing in the woods. The song ends to which you all clap and holler as if your life depended on it. As you scream with adoration, he spots you.

His eyes widen like a child opening presents on Christmas. He smiles a smile so genuine it puts all of Matty's theatrics to shame. He's doing that thing where he looks down at the floor smiling, plays with the chain around his neck for a second. He's something out of a movie scene.

"Isn't that the guy you're hooking up with?" a disembodied head notices and exclaims behind you. You open your mouth but a response doesn't form. It's a yes or no question and yet neither response fits.

Ever since you met at that goddamn party, poured your heart out to each other, and ended up doing your laundry together, you both knew it would never be just hooking up. Heck, you haven't even done anything of that nature (yet), you've just been kissing, hanging out. Yes or no doesn't fit these weird romantically and sexually charged interactions you both have been having over the past month. So you turn to her and just shrug, mouth an "I don't know" much to both your confusion.

"This is a song called The City," Matty slurs down the mic. The percussion kicks in, heavy and confident.

There's a second before the other instruments follow suit where you wave at Ross and he waves back. It's this secret moment that's just yours. Blink and you'll miss it.

"You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is," your coursemate exclaims, like a drunken beat poet.

The bass rings right through you, your whole body reverberating under his hands, with every string he plucks. He catches glances at you as you bob your head and sway, eyes closed to really feel it. When your eyes aren't closed, you think he's made to be looked at like a Greek God on high platforms and by crowds bigger than these. It's like this for the entire show.

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After the show, the pub is electric.

Matty's weak fist hits the side of your arm as he cries, "Ross is waiting for you outside!"

"Fuck you! You're actually not half bad, you know!" you hit him back with all the force he lacks and rush out through to the back smoking area.

The wet, cold air greets you as you walk through the door. "Ooh, it's cold out here," you shiver. Ross is right by the door, having just taken a cigarette out of the box. He's surprised by your arrival but smiles that same warm smile. "Matty said you asked for me?" you questioned.

The slightest eyebrow raise and air of confusion about him and you're prompted to go back the way you came. Trust Matty to embarrass you like that.

"No, no. Stay." Ross' hand grabs onto your wrist. His warm touch lingers a moment longer, it could melt your ice skin. It's a moment soundtracked by the muffled pop coming from inside and the hum of cars far away. You oblige to his request. He lets go of your wrist. You lean on the wall of the pub.

"Matty didn't mention you were a part of the band," you say, watching the buildings and stars twinkle in the distance, "as a matter of fact, YOU never told me you were a rockstar."

"I'm no rockstar," he laughs, raising the cigarette to his lips. Just as he lifts up his lighter, he decides to hand it to you. You step closer, looking at the lighter and then back at him. Since your first meeting, it always got so tense between the two of you. You light the cigarette, shielding the flame, hands grazing his lips ever so slightly. The smoke dances into the night as he blows out.

You break the silence. "Bass as well, best instrument out of them all... you were really good."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks.

"You were amazing... why didn't you mention it before?"

He touches his lips in contemplation, his gaze fixed on you taking in your smokey eyes and dark lips. You were made to foreground cityscapes, he wants to say. But all he manages is an "I don't know."

"God, if only I'd known I was brushing shoulders with a rockstar this whole time."

"Rockstar", he whispers. You catch him blushing almost as bright as the tip of the cigarette. You take note of his affinity to that particular word. An unconventional name to use on him later.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love the city," you breathe out.

"The place or the song?"

"Both."

You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is. The lyrics, shared like a memory, waver in another moment of silence.

"Can I kiss you?" he finally says as he takes his cigarette from his mouth. His dark eyes are transfixed on your lips whilst he plays with his chain.

"Yes please."

And he kisses you. You fling your arms around his neck like you did that very first night. He wraps his jacket around you, as if to take all of you in.

He is the warmth when it's cold. He is the rare quiet to your fluorescent metropolis. The cigarette ash falls onto the pavement as it dwindles away in the background. The pop song inside fades to another. The cars keep passing through. It's another secret moment that is all yours.

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST, thank you to @hypersonic04 for help when I was brainstorming. You know I love you.

Right so I don't know Tumblr terminology, dunno what a blurb, oneshot etc. actually are. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot (?), but because I'm continuing the story, it's technically not now, is it? Is it a series? I don't even know. I don't know what this is unravelling to be, in my head it's just a series of episodic vignettes in the same universe about the same person, not necessarily a series. If you have any input on the subject, by all means, tell me because I'm confusing myself.

Also, what do we think about college!Ross as a tag? I'm British so college means something different here, so when I write it I just have the image of a 16-year-old doing a vocational course in my head. The tag feels very American, but university!Ross or uni!Ross makes him sound like a unicorn or smth silly, student!Ross also sounds lame asf. ANYWAYS, I digress, I hope you liked this. And send me requests of what you wanna hear from me/just to chat &lt;3 <3

[therunawaykind]

Sweet Release

Pairing: Zooey Kern x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/MINORS DNI. Swearing, fingering, bottom!reader, top!Zooey, strap use (r receiving), praise, cheating, alcohol consumption, slight age gap but legal!

A/N: So this is the rather rushed oneshot that I wanted to get out today because as you may have seen already today is my birthday! This WIP has also been sitting in my WIP list for months so it's about time I wrote it. So I wanted to give you all a little present from me to you....even though it really should be the other way around 🤨 but anywho. I apologise in advance if there are mistakes regarding typos and grammar and just purely if my writing isn't up to standard as I said I did ever so slightly rush it a bit I feel. But nevertheless, I do hope you all enjoy the birthday gift from me to you.

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Ms Zooey Kern, The nurse, the carer, is probably one of the most attractive young women you’ve ever laid your eyes on who also happens to be your brother’s fiancee. It was a double-edged sword your liking to the woman. Not only was she kind and considerate to your brother whenever you were around, but she was also so fucking attentive all the time. Making sure to include you in conversation and catch up with you regarding college or literally anything going on in your life. 

From what you knew and saw between the couple everything was happy and smooth sailing between the two of them. But that may not exactly be the case. 

You were hoping tonight would help you in some way to get over this infatuation you had with Zooey. After all, tonight was your 21st supposed to be the age where you have your very first drink but let’s be completely honest here…you’ve dabbled in drinking some alcoholic beverages here and there before whether your family knew it or not. Talking about family your parents decided to go away for a week to celebrate your 21st earlier knowing you’d probably prefer a party in the comfort of your own home with all your friends without your parents being around. Which was appreciated hugely by you and promised them when they came home everything would be exactly the same considering you didn’t exactly have a massive friend group. They got on too well with your parents to even think about damaging or breaking something, that was a wrath they never wanted to have to deal with or encounter.  

So here you are pouring a drink of yourself listening to the music in the background and the ever so slightly muffled conversations amongst all of your friends. Earlier in the day you and text and had a call with your brother where he was unsure if he would be able to make it due to work….or so he was saying. He did mention however there was a huge possibility that Zooey could make an appearance that she had a card and present from the both of them and something just from her which she refused to tell him what it was. You didn’t dwell on it too much thinking it was just her being extra nice by it being a milestone birthday of yours. 

As you were sat in between your friends on the sofa you all heard the faint knocking on the door. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as all your friend furrow there's “were you expecting anybody else Y/N/N?” 

“Eh not that I’m aware of my brother was unsure if he was gonna make it, he did mention the possibility of Zooey making an appearance though.” Your voice grew faint as you walked away from your friends towards the door. As you heard the knocking again “I’m coming, I’m coming.” When you pulled the door open to your surprise you saw both your brother and Zooey, “well this is a surprise. I thought you said you couldn’t make it and that it’d just be Zooey?” 

He rolls his eyes as he ruffles your hair “alright sis at least act like you’re happy to see me huh?” 

“No no I am, I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

He smiles softly down at you and gives you a hug just as your attempting to fix the hair that he messed up. “I know sis, I just wanted it to be a surprise I know we haven’t seen each other a lot recently. But Happy Birthday and I want you to know that I am super freaking proud of you and everything you’re doing in college.” 

You nod slowly and clear your throat in an attempt to clear your eyes of any tears. As he walks away and into the house he pats you on the back which leaves you with Zooey and you not knowing if she is gonna go in for a hug or a handshake. Instinctively you put out your hand Zooey scoffs playfully as she grabs your hand and pulls you over to her and embraces you in a long hug. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” 

As you place your arms around Zooey’s waist you mumble quietly “Thanks Zooey and it means a lot that you came you didn’t have to.” 

“Oh stop it, of course, I had to Y/N, you’re special to me and you mean a lot to me.” 

You nod sheepishly at her response, only now realising there is no space between the both of your bodies in this hug. You pull back from her rather nervously and cough “I guess I should leave you to get back to my brother.” As your eyes uneasily scan around the room you miss the fact that Zooey takes this moment to run her eyes up and down your body checking you out and biting her lip subtly. She clears her throat as she approaches you and whispers “I’ll tell you this because your brother forgot but he did invite a few of his friends to join so there would be others here he could talk to rather than bugging your friends with stupid talk they probably don’t wanna listen to.”

Your eyes scan her face as she talks as you try your hardest and absolute best to not linger on her lips, going unnoticed by you is Zooey’s hand running around your waist and down your side, she moves it back subtly and lets her hand rest on your ass. Not helping herself in any way but groans internally. 

“Thank you for telling me Zooey, it’s probably better off for you two anyway. You don’t have to sit around and probably listen to our stupid talk.” Zooey nods hastily as she hands you a bag which includes what you can only assume are your brother and Zooey’s card and present. “Again thank you Zooey much appreciated, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Nonsense Y/N, you mean a lot to both of us we had to get you something to celebrate this milestone. Besides, I have my own gift to give you but you’ll get that later.” As Zooey walks off she places small little taps on your ass, unbeknownst to yourself your eyes move up and down her body and stay glued to her waist, hips and ass she saunters off smirking to yourself knowing she’s swaying her hips more and rather exaggerating her movements. 

Zooey was playing a very dangerous game and she knew that. But what could she do, she couldn’t help it if things were rapidly going to shit with your brother. Well, she could help, but….maybe she just didn’t want to. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you were happily buzzed right now. Not overly and sloppily drunk where you wouldn’t remember anything. Just the right amount of tipsy. As you scanned the room you saw Zooey and your brother in a group talking to his friends that joined earlier and all of your friends were talking with each other. Once you knew everyone had drinks and was busy you decided to go upstairs and use the bathroom in your room. Unknown to you as you started ascending the stairs it was like a sense that Zooey had that told her you were on the move as she saw you go upstairs.

Zooey placed her hand on your brother’s forearm softly as she muttered “I’m just going to use the bathroom.” He nodded in response and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before she quickly yet subtly went up the stairs after you. Her eyes darted to every door along the hallway looking for any indication of what room you went into. She cheered slightly as she saw the door to your room slightly ajar, slipping in between the gap closing the door softly and locking it. Zooey laid her head against the door as she took a deep breath. 

At the sound of your bathroom door closing, Zooey jumped and cursed under her breath. As you turned around you stopped your movements “Oh hey Zooey what are you doing in here?”  You watch as she turns around slowly shoving her hands into her back pockets as she swallows dryly “I thought it would be a good time for you to get your birthday present specifically from me.” 

You chuckle nervously “and that needs to be done alone just the two of us?” The rate at which your heart rate picked up was alarming it felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. Zooey nodded slowly but confidently “yes, yes it did.” You wet your lips slightly with your tongue as you see Zooey start to approach grabbing your hands slowly and pulling you over nearer your bed. “Have I ever told you just how cute you are and look in this skirt tonight?” You shake your head slowly in retaliation.

“Oh, that’s a shame I should’ve done that sweetie.” 

If you couldn’t guess what this gift was that was specifically from her before you most certainly could now. “Well maybe cute isn’t the right word….maybe more so hot….dare I say even sexy?” she questions as her voice drops down low. It was as if you were stuck in a trance you couldn’t move as you felt her hands roam around your body. It was easily noticeable to you and Zooey that your breathing changed instantly. 

You couldn’t help but gulp as you felt her hands move down your sides and down onto your thighs. Your eyes darted around the room as you heard her humming to herself “Y’know you have very soft skin Y/N.” You clear your throat and nod hesitantly “Thank you? I guess?” As you hear a chuckle pass Zooey’s lips you clench your eyes shut. Zooey feels you tense up as her hands land on the back of your thighs just underneath your ass as her fingers start to draw random shapes and tapping randomly against the skin that isn’t being hidden by your underwear. Zooey slowly starts tugging on the hem of your underwear “y’know it’s been very hard for me to keep my hands to myself and not act flirty towards such an attractive young woman.” 

A shaky breath passes your lips “Zooey what is this, what are you doing?” 

She smirks up at you as she leaves her hands placed on your ass “I’m doing exactly what I said I would. I’m giving you the birthday present, especially from me.”  

“Zooey…b-but what about my brother?” 

She can’t help but gulp at the mention of your brother…her fiancee. “That’s nothing you have to worry about Y/N. I’ll deal with it.” You stare at her and take a deep breath nodding hesitantly and saying pretty much inaudibly “okay.” 

“But I do need you to do one thing for me Y/N.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Consent. So are you okay with this happening right now and are you sober for this to happen?” 

You nod as soon as you hear her finish, but quickly know what you have to do as soon as you see Zooey arch her eyebrow. “Yes I am okay with this happening right now, and I’m pretty sure the second I saw you in my room I sobered right up due to my shock.” Hearing Zooey laugh at that statement you can’t help but chuckle slightly in return. 

“Good, that’s all I needed to know.” As soon as those words leave her mouth she leans in as close as possible placing her lips against yours. The instant her lips were on yours it felt like you had melted into a puddle with how soft her lips were and how delicately she was kissing you. Zooey can’t help but smile into the kiss as you place your hands over her shoulder holding onto the back of her neck and shirt in an attempt to keep yourself standing. 

Removing one of her hands from your ass she places it on your stomach and gently pushes you backwards in a bid to get you lying down on your bed. Zooey inhales deeply as she starts to lie on top of you though being mindful to not place all of her weight on top of you. As you drape your arms over her shoulders again as she situates yourself, you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in surprise when you feel something press against the top of your thigh. You take a deep breath as you clear your throat nervously “Ehhh Zooey…..did I just feel….what I think it is?” 

Zooey attempts her absolute best to hide the smirk as she starts placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as she mumbles into your neck “You’ll find out soon enough hun.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes and groan at her response, which swiftly ends up in her retaliating and biting your neck with what can only be the intent of leaving a mark. “Zooey I swear if that leaves a mark.” 

“It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. It’s getting colder just wear something that’ll cover them…layers are also good.” Throwing your head back against the pillows as you let her continue placing delicate languid kisses against your sensitive skin. Both of you feel the rise and fall of your chest get increasingly quicker the more time she spends kissing your neck and her tongue running along the delicate skin and marks that she made. Taking note of your head thrown backwards Zooey makes sure to slowly move her hands down your body as she subtly moves them up your legs towards your underwear.

To make sure you’re distracted she moves her kisses back up along your jaw and starts kissing you insistently nipping and biting at your bottom lip and making sure to soothe any bites with her tongue. 

With your mouth slightly agape she slowly slips her tongue into your mouth humming at the lingering taste of alcohol she gets from your mouth and the subtle taste of you she can get at the same time. Zooey pulls back ever so slightly as she mumbles against your lips “as much as I would love to take my time with you as if we have all the time in the world. We do not have that pleasure at this moment in time hopefully….maybe somewhere down the line we’ll have the pleasure to take however long we want Y/N/N.” 

As she looks at you briefly to gauge your reaction she grins when she sees the small nod and a whisper of “yeah sure okay.” She leans down and places and lingering kiss against your lips and mutters “you’re the best.” Zooey taking advantage of your slight distraction with the feeling of her lips pressing against any part of your skin that was visible to her, as well as the feeling of her hands making their way up your thighs and attempting to subtly remove your underwear as you just basked in everything relating to Zooey. 

The small groan that escaped Zooey’s mouth couldn’t be stopped as soon as she felt the wet patch on your underwear as she started pulling them down your legs taking note of the goosebumps that were visible on your legs. Once she finally got your underwear off with your very little to no help she paused slightly as she was going to throw them onto the floor, she bit her bottom lip as she stared at the undergarments in her hand going through all her options. Taking a deep breath she tucked them into her back pocket messily letting quite a lot of it hang out over her pocket as she went back to focusing on you. 

Pushing up your top slightly kissing along your stomach as she bunched your skirt up around your waist. As you were just enjoying and letting Zooey do whatever she wanted, was when you realised she had froze and stopped herself the second she bunched up your skirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you opened your eyes, whilst slowly moving your hand down to Zooey’s hair and running your fingers through it. “Everything okay Zooey?” 

Clearing her throat, Zooey looked up at you quite sheepishly and nodded “yeah everything is fine. I’m just going, to be honest with you Y/N/N I didn’t think you were going to be as wet as you are.” She glances back down briefly after her statement fingers slightly spreading the entrance to your core as she takes note of the wetness glistening due to the light coming in from the window. Seeing you still slightly tense with her free hand she pushes you back down gently by your stomach as she places multiple pecks against the skin showing “everything is perfect Y/N, just lay back and relax.” 

Glancing at you from the corner of her eye simultaneously moves her thumb over your clit starting to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves as she pushes two of her fingers into your core. She smirks at the strangled noise that gets caught in the back of your throat at all of the sensations Zooey is spreading throughout your body. Slowing the pace of her thumb circling your clit to make sure you don’t reach your high too soon, adjusting her position slightly by propping herself up on her forearm right beside your head as she stares down at you paying close attention to all of the expressions when she hits certain points with her fingers. 

As much as she would love to hear all your whimpers and moans at your full potential she was far too aware of the group of people that were just downstairs, that could walk up the stairs at any moment and catch the both of you.

Much to her dismay not being able to savour and enjoy to her fullest potential what was occurring between you two at this moment in time. Pressing against a more sensitive part of your walls, grinning as she sees your hips writhing beneath her. Sitting back onto her knees as smoothly as she can making sure to keep the movement of her fingers constant as she situates herself. 

Feeling Zooey hit all of the right spots constantly is both amazing and complete and utter torture for you, down to the fact you both knew even if it wasn’t said you’d have to keep as quiet as physically possible due to everyone downstairs. If your lip or hands didn’t have some sort of cut or mark by the end of this night you’d be very impressed and rather shocked by it all. Grabbing on tightly to the pillows placed behind you and the bed covers underneath you at the sudden feeling of the tip of Zooey’s strap-on slowly teasing against your core as she slowly pushes it into you. Sighing softly as you feel her slide the whole length of the strap into you. 

Placing your hand over your mouth as you muffle out “fucking hell Zooey, a little heads up would’ve been nice.” She can’t help but giggle slightly at your comment as she bites her bottom lip and shrugs. “It was a surprise, if I told you about it, it would’ve ruined the whole element of what a surprise actually is.” You chuckle slightly as you look up at her and roll your eyes, grabbing her shirt and pulling her down towards you placing long intense kisses against her lips running your tongue along her lips and pressing against hers in her mouth. 

Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the feeling of Zooey’s strap moving in and out of you constantly. As if knowing Zooey’s next move as she places her hand on the top of your thigh, you wrap both of your legs around your waist ultimately trapping her. Zooey laughs slightly as she falls forward due to your movement placing her hands by the side of your head “shit Y/N.”  chuckling and panting softly into her mouth in pleasure as you feel her hips moving against the back of your thighs. Due to Zooey’s fast and rough thrusts, your body jerks up the bed getting closer to the headboard, hearing it starting to hit against the wall as you mumble out between moans “Zooey, the headboard.” Zooey glances up briefly as she wraps one of her hands on the headboard to stop it. 

Placing her head in the crook grunting softly due to the thrusts of her hips speeding up and slowing down in random intervals just to prolong your reaching your high just that bit longer. Whispering softly into your ear “you’re doing great Y/N/N being so quiet for the both of us so no one will notice.”  The only response you could muster was a small whimper from the back of your throat and your hand dragging down the length of her back and grabbing onto her shirt. Hearing faint mutterings downstairs Zooey starts thrusting faster, feeling your thighs start to tense around her waist she quickly presses her thumb onto your clit in tight and fast circles. Gripping onto Zooey’s shirt tighter as you start biting down on the fist of your free hand feeling the coil starting to tighten as your hips start to rut against Zooey and her thrusts. 

“Zooey…fuck…..yes.” Both of you trying to restrain yourselves from reaching your full volume and potential. Slowly noticing the sweat building up on certain parts of your body between the two of you, feeling tops stick on your stomach and chests. The beads of sweat slowly descending down Zooey’s forehead as she places soft delicate kisses on your neck as she feels the slight stutter of her own hips. 

The feeling of your thighs trembling and your whole body tensing and the quiet gasp that leaves your mouth at Zooey pressing down against your clit harder and thrusting in one last time as she feels her own thighs twitching. Both of your legs and the arm that’s draped around Zooey’s back fall limply on the bed as you attempt to get your breath back. Pulling the strap out of you as gently as she can.

She smiles down at you as she watches the rise and fall of your chest with your eyes closed, as she takes off the strap and throws it to the side. Leaning down closer to you and placing soft kisses all around your face and lips as she mumbles “I hate to break up this lil moment but before we go back downstairs we better clear ourselves back up.” 

You nod weakly and swallow dryly “you should go first…to clean yourself and leave first. Maybe even walk into the bathroom down the hall and come back out just so ya know….people don’t get suspicious.” 

Zooey grins down at you softly as she places a lingering kiss on your every so slightly swollen yet soft lips. “Happy Birthday Y/N/N. I hope you liked your surprise present.” 

You laugh softly at her response as you see her get up off the bed picking up the toy to sneak out to the other bathroom. Staring up at the ceiling smiling to yourself softly, realising what just happened groaning and placing both hands over your face.

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@madam-melon-meow replied to your post “i think i saw that post lol and SAME let me be a...”:

I feel like age gap warriors shipcourse should be more focused on unhealthy dynamics like mentor-apprentice relationships, rather than cross class *literally illegal* romances where the parties have limited time in each other’s company

i think one thing people forget is that in canon there really isn't a lot of what people think there is. mentor-apprentice canon relationships, off the top of my head:

whitetail and onestar

blossomfall and thornclaw*

ferncloud and dustpelt*

squirrelflight and brambleclaw*

morningflower and cloudrunner**

[i think there's one in skyclan?]

*not actually, but could be argued that the older party played enough of a mentorship role to be considered one. i disagree for all three, but they're worth mentioning

**not at all, but cloudrunner was her father's mentor, which is almost worse to me.

like, i did this off the top of my head, it's totally possible i'm missing someone because i didn't scan through every single pairing. but there's certainly not a lot.

i think most age gap shipcourse is dumb. it usually comes from a place of not understanding the relationship between maturity, life milestones, and age: three factors which all play a role in "is this a healthy relationship?"

some examples:

in parks and rec, andy and april get together when he's 29, and she's 21. it's one of the healthiest relationships in the show. looking at just their ages, you'd think it was an unhealthy age gap, but andy hasn't matured very much, and while they don't really share a workplace, april is arguably "above" him, because of her position. they're at the same point in both maturity and life milestones, so the large numeric age difference is a smaller factor.

i would feel incredibly uncomfortable dating an 18yo in high school. i would feel fine dating someone with the exact same birthday if they were in college. i don't think i'm "too old" for an 18yo in high school, but i would feel uncomfortable due to mismatched life milestones.

the thing is our current obsession with "minors" and people under 18 makes a false dichotomy. turing 18 doesn't magically make you a mature adult. becoming an adult is a slow process. i don't make statements about minors unless it's to do with legality, which doesn't matter in warrior cats.

let me take a hypothetical...20 and 25 year old. the 20 year old is in college, the 25 year old is going to grad school at the same place, and they meet at a club they're both members of. i am 100% okay with them dating.

now, in war cat years, 20years is a little over 2 years, and 25years is a little over 3 years.

the thing is that these ages don't translate over time properly. (gonna call 20yo A and 25yo B.) when A is born, B is 5 human years. that would be a little under 3 moons old in cat terms.

do you see how that doesn't line up.

to make my point as clear as possible: if i want them to have a 5 year age gap as adults*, then when A is born, B should be a year old, which is an initial human age gap of 18 years. but by the time A is a year old, it's shrunken to only 5 years.

*it's a bit more complex than that because of how i do aging calculations, where 1yo=18years, and 2yo=24years, but i'm simplifying. this age gap would end up being 4 years which isn't meaningfully different from 5.

now, let's go back to the beginning of my analogy. A and B go to the same college, although B is a grad student, and they meet at a club they both attend. i think it's okay for them to date. it's possible you don't, in which case, add five to both their years, and read the little * after my next paragraph.

this is the situation bluefur and thrushpelt are in. forget other people: i often think about thrushpelt being a warrior when she's born, and thinking that age gap makes me uncomfortable. but when i apply it in real life, in practice, i realize it's something i'm completely fine with.

*bluefur is 2 years 3 seasons old when her kits are born, which in human years is 27. thrushpelt would be 31. he doesn't really flirt with her until around then. so even if you disagree with my 20&25yo thoughts, i hope you're okay with a 27 and 31 year old.

ik this doesn't really relate to your point: it's just that mentor-apprentice ships like never come up, and age gaps do, and i wanted to explain why exactly i find all of this discussion to be a waste of time.

anyway oh my god i rambled for so long i'm logging this in my word tracker.