Summary:Marcus Moreno, head of the Heroics, meets Missy’s new teacher.
Word Count:1,881
Rating:G
Warnings: None, it’s a meet cute!
A/N:@creativekat and I came up with the idea to write a story together and see how it went. This is the result. We really enjoyed ourselves and will definitely be doing it again!
You stood at the small mirror above the sink in your classroom, double checking your appearance. You were dressed professionally but comfortably in a pair of fitted trousers, sweater, and ballet flats. Your hair was pulled away from your face, though you toyed with the idea of taking it out of its ponytail. You did that, but then decided it looked more “put together” pulled back. So, you gathered it at the back of your head and secured it once again.
Once you were satisfied with your appearance you took a deep breath and began to run through your motivational mantras, “You can do this. Sure, you aren’t a Heroic … but, that doesn’t make you’re unimportant. You have skills. You’re smart. You deal with kids five days a week. What’s a few meetings with their parents?” With a sigh, you added, “Their Heroic parents.”
My first post on tumblr and I thought it deserved to got to the author who’s writing got me on tumblr in the first place!! I absolutely love this series so far and cannot wait for more!!
First of all, this, THIS, is a huge HUGE compliment and I am CRYING at your generous words.
I cannot take complete credit for this story because my wonderful co-author @creativekat is the genius behind many moments in this story!
Thank you so so much for loving my work and loving on my blog I hope you have a wonderful upcoming week!
^^My exact reaction when @the-purity-pen showed me this! Thank you so much for your kind words and appreciation for our story. We’ve been having such a great time collaborating on this and I’m so grateful knowing there are others out there who love it as much as we do!! <3 <3 <3
Parings: Marcus Moreno x OFC (Techie/Sarah Bailey)
WC: 4.3K
Rating: 18+ TW: Unprotected P in V, finger, thigh riding. Smut. There’s just a lot of smut. AND FEELINGS. And even some plot. Strong physical violence, mentions of death, mentions of smutty times, strained parental relationships, cursing. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
Special thanks to my beta @pippki-writes who never fails on the good advice and continues to read through whatever this thing is turning into.
The time alone had been put to good use. Two days, soft and muted, bodies and minds resetting into neutral colors and tepid tones. A cream-colored fairness. A step past the veracity of your relationship to something comfortable and regular. With no one else around, the days were serene and placid, gentle hands in your hair, tenderly brushing against bare skin, knowing exactly how the other’s heart was held. Two days of pretending superheroes and paperwork and computers didn’t exist. Two days filled with late nights and quiet mornings, clothing falling under the category of optional. There had been hours of exploration, fingers mapping endless spans of skin, finding new ways to make the other fall to the mattress, panting and begging, gifting that sweet release of pleasure again and again. In the between there had been quiet moments, patches of silence mingling comfortably with stretches of confessions big and small.
Oh, poor babies… They’re both struggling so bad with that need for confirmation. If only they dared to say it. I’m so excited to see what comes of all the little puzzle pieces you spread out along the way
