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gravyffxiv · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite - Prompt 25: Name

“Alright, what else d’you wanna know?”

Gravy stood up, moving past Gun-Hilda so as to reach her cooler. The engineer had a feeling that a drink would make whatever came next more palatable. She chose an Ul’dahn chilled wine, something mild, and returned to her seat. Drinking straight from the bottle, her eyes locked on the automaton, waiting for the next ‘inquiry’.

Gun-Hilda remained silent for a few more instants, Gravy observing all the while. The finger twitching had been a surprise, a very organic idiosyncrasy. She’s evolving faster than I thought, Gravy mused as she waited, bottle of wine going up and down as she drank from it again and again.

“My original identification code is ‘Unit a3n/78f-06’,” the automaton started, Gravy noticing the underlying tone of earnest curiosity even in that statement, “My primary function did not require a proper name for identification by a user. However…”

She paused. Gravy’s right eyebrow slowly arched up when that paused stretched itself longer than what she considered normal. When Gun-Hilda finally continued her sentence, the bottle of wine was resting on the floor, still quite full. Gravy found herself much more invested in what was happening.

“After assigning me with a new function, and adding a vocabulator, you named me ‘GeeBee’. Upon the successful transfer of my processor matrix into the first chassis, and then to this one, you accepted my request for a new name. One that you considered to be more like an actual name than a simple vociferation of letters. My inquiry is a very simple one.”

Another pause. Gravy silently wished for the constant pauses to be simply due to an adaptation process, not the norm. Then again, it was remarkable that the automaton seemed to be developing her own way of speaking.

“Why?”

Gravy blinked, “Why what?”

“Why ‘Gun-Hilda?”

Was that indignation in her voice? “I think it’s a nice name.”

“’Nice’ pertains to the concept of taste. There is no measurable data to properly understand the reason for that choice.”

“Does that mean you don’t like it?”

“I… do not have preferences, Maker.” Third pause.

“Don’t you ‘Maker’ me, Gunny. It’s not even accurate.”

The automaton’s head shot up at the use of that nickname, “And now you use a different appellation to refer to me. Though it is clearly derived from my name, I do not understand either. Please explain.”

Gravy sighed, knowing full well she expected this, just not so soon. Taking a deep breath, she began.

“Alright, let’s start with the name itself. It’s a combination of two things I like: guns, and a lovely inhabitant of the Brume called Hilda. She has no idea who I am, but I’ve heard enough of her to know I’d love a chat.” Gravy refrained from asking if Gun-Hilda was following, knowing the automaton was far more capable of paying attention than herself, “The interesting thing about that combo is that it also sounds vaguely like the name of an ancient queen of the Bozjan people. She’s almost like a goddess and, according to the reports I read ‘bout how things unfolded over there, ended up becoming like a Primal. So that names also serves as a corruption of a historical name, something that could annoy the more purist types that give way too much importance to names and deities and all that.”

“You do it too.”

The accusation came a second after Gravy was done talking, which almost made her gasp.

“Do what?”

“Give too much importance to names,” Gun-Hilda remained on her usual monotone, yet still sounded like she was judging Gravy, “You rename those around you, following common standards of shortening and appellation, or creating something of your own. That process is my other inquiry, in fact. The why and the how of it.”

Gravy blinked. Byregot’s balls, she really pays attention to things! Can’t really avoid this.

“The how…” she stood up, arms behind her back, and started slowly walking back and forth, “I kinda told you already. Words, things, people I enjoy. Sounds that connect well together. If I’m changing a person’s name, then I can just go the easy way, like you pointed out, or I can understand them better, understand their name better, and find something that plays with that, mocks it, turns it into something unique for them.”

There was silence when she paused, the overarching feeling of expectation hanging in the air. Even in her featureless state, Gun-Hilda seemed able to convey what she was feeling – and the fact she was feeling things was staggering in and of itself. Gravy returned to the bottle of wine and picked it from the floor, taking a long pull from it.

A small spark of pride flashed inside her heart. The Duskwight snuffed it out with a shake of her head.

“The why. Tell me, Gunny, what’s in a name?”

Silence.

Gravy arched an eyebrow.

“I do not comprehend.”

“Simple question: what is in a name? What makes a name a name?”

More silence.

Gravy chuckled, approaching the automaton and gently patting her arm. The Duskwight was not tall enough to reach her shoulders, not on that chassis.

“It’s okay that you don’t know, it’s not part of what you’ve experienced.” Another taste of wine to wet her lips, and the bottle is back on the floor. “People make names. Their language, beliefs, culture, history, tradition, all of that is mixed up to make someone’s name. Not always, sure, but that tends to be the norm.”

“Names carry weight, they carry a load of that person’s past, of their family’s life before them, of the choices made by whoever named them. Some carry the love a parent had for a relative, or a famous person, or a deity. Others carry a tradition, a name repeated generation after generation, or connected to something or someone that was quite important in the past.”

“And none of it was the person’s choice.”

She returns to her seat, leaning back on the cushions as she once more looks at Gun-Hilda, question after question popping up in her head, questions she pushes away quickly. She was not done.

“Names attach you to that culture whether you like it or not. My parents gave me a name that connected me to my mother and my grandmother, as well as the family’s surname. I don’t want that, I never did. Why should I be forced to keep it?”

“Names have power. Someone might be known for having done something notable, especially if it’s bad. So, their name strikes fear or respect in other people. You break that name, you turn into something silly, even disrespectful, and it loses that power. This, in turn, can help make the owner of that name lose power as well. So many people called the Garlean ‘Garlics’, because it’s just food, you don’t fear food. I even called Garlemald ‘the Garlic Patch’ to make it more appropriate.”

The bottle is emptied, Gravy still feeling like she needed more. “When I nickname someone I live with, a coworker or a partner, I’m doing two things. One: I’m showing a certain level of intimacy, creating that singular title that’s just ours. Others might take it up, but that’s not the point. The point is that person and I are now connected with something that makes sense only between us. I didn’t name myself Gravy, but I like it when people keep to that. They can give me other names as well, especially if we’re close,” she smiles, looking away for a second, “Kurenai calls me Ally, the first person that didn’t use Gravy or a variation of it. It’s unique for us.”

Gun-Hilda nodded slowly. Gravy couldn’t help but wonder what expression she would be making, if she had any features. Something to plan for the future.

“The other thing I do is offer them a choice, even if I don’t say it. It’s a new name, a new identification. It’s like I’m asking ‘do you want this?’, ‘do you accept this new way of calling you?’. I never feel bad if people tell me not to call them a different way, they can do whatever they want. But they don’t have to stick to only that name if they don’t want it.”

“Thus,” Gun-Hilda started before Gravy could continue, “you break chains from one’s past while still respecting that it is their decision to remain connected to it.”

Damn, where are the pauses from before? Is she… trying out different ways to talk to people?

“That’s about right, yeah. It’s all about a choice, a possible way to disconnect further from your past, if you want that. Or just, ya know, a funny thing. Stari, the 'robot cat', is Cathode. Sari is Apple, ‘cause… Sari, sorry, apology…” she grins, shrugging, “Sometimes they don’t even need to disconnect from one’s culture, just offer something new and that fits. I removed a syllable and got Kunai, which is Hingan, like Kurenai. It varies a lot, and I want to keep it that way. I start setting up basic rules, it becomes a tradition, and I’m doing it to break those.”

Silence.

Oh, now she is pausing again.

“You named your primary weapon ‘Iconoclast’.”

“I did.”

“You try to live by the meaning of that name.”

“Uh… yeah. Just like to question things, at least.”

Gravy’s eyes went wide again as Gun-Hilda slowly raised her arms, resting her right elbow on her left hand, then cupping her “chin” with her index and thumb.

“This was quite satisfactory in shedding light on your behavior. I thank you for your time.”

The automaton quickly pivoted, walking towards the exit, arms in the same position. Gotta teach her about some social norms, it looks like, Gravy thought to herself before standing up.

“Gunny?”

“Yes?” she replied, stopping but not turning around.

“You understand why I named you Gun-Hilda, and why the nickname, now?”

“Yes.”

“You know you can change it, right? I put my own thoughts into it because you asked, but you have all the right to choose something for yourself.”

Silence returns, seemingly the pattern chosen by the automaton once again. Then slowly, she turned just enough to be able to look at Gravy.

“It is a nice name.”

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mbb-project-entity · 1 year

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Chapter 40

“Hi, I’m Marcy. Nice to meet you.”

Donna was disappointed. She knew immediately that this girl was going to be a stick in the mud. The sweatshirt/jeans combo, glasses, mousy hair—it was going to be a problem for her. Still, she played nice.

“Hi! My name is Donna! We’re new roomies I guess!”

Marcy put her stuff in her room and they chatted for a bit, and Donna decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she shouldn’t be judging people on their looks, she thought. Donna herself was no slouch in the looks department, 5′8″, D-cup breasts, always dressed for a party, and somewhat of a temptress.

“There’s a party tonight at this place, want to go with me?”

Marcy didn’t look interested, “I don’t know, I just moved in. I should probably unpack…”

Donna wasn’t having any of that, “Hey now, you totally just moved in right? You should relax a bit!”

“I’m not really into—”

“Come on, I know some cool people—I can introduce you!” Donna grabbed her hand, pleading.

Marcy proved to be a pushover, “O-okay. I guess I’ll go. I better do some unpacking now then.” She figured it might be okay; it was true she didn’t know many people still, despite being a second-year student, and maybe Donna was right, she could relax a bit there. It’s just a party, how bad could it be? It was only 9am, but the problem was that she had all 9am classes this quarter. One was bad enough, but five days a week? Morning classes were always difficult for her to make on time since she often stayed up late studying, ironically. As she got her stuff together, she ran to her car (borrowed from her parents) and got in. Luckily her apartment wasn’t too far away but this just made her feel even lazier about being on time.

It doesn’t matter, she thought, I study enough to get A’s all the time anyway.

Giving herself a once-over before going, she looked in the mirror and saw her usual 5-foot-4 pale caucasian self, rushed but not too messy. She ran through her mental checklist as she saw herself:

Brown hair tied back clean (though tired) washed face no stains or holes in her sweatshirt (not that her B cup breasts needed hiding) and bootcut jeans white trainers laced up well Happy with what she saw, she drove off, grateful that she could get ready so fast even after waking up late. “Donna! Donna where are you??” Marcy was yelling through the thick crowd jammed into the small apartment, trying to be heard over the blaring speaker system.

Donna came up from behind, “Right here! What’s up??”

Marcy turned around, “I don’t know about this party. It’s pretty…wild.” It was true; Marcy had never seen a party like this before, not outside of movies at least.

“Oh, you’ll be fine, you just need a drink! Here,” Donna said, handing her the extra cup she had picked up for Marcy.

She took it but wasn’t happy, “I don’t drink. I don’t really party either. I kinda want to—”

“Alright, hang on,” Donna knew it. She was a goody-two shoes square who didn’t know how to party. She hated those kinds of people. But she didn’t like knowing people she hated, “Just give us an hour! Then we can go home, alright?”

Marcy was once again easily defeated. “Oh, um, alright.”

The room was warm from all the bodies crowded around, dancing, lounging and drinking, “Um, Donna, is there water somewhere? It’s pretty hot in here.” She took off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist, being careful not to spill the cup of alcohol she still held.

“Over here.” Donna walked them over to the drinks table and poured her a cup of water. As Marcy took it from her, she felt a strange tingle overcome her body. She didn’t notice Donna’s eyes flash red for a moment. Marcy took a sip of the water, then a gulp, then drank the whole cup.

“Donna, this water tastes strange. I still feel thirsty, do we have anything else?”

Donna had a nickname in party circles—known for her wild behavior and daring, she was called ‘Donna the Demon’. Little did they know how right they were.

“Why don’t you try the drink I gave you earlier?” Donna tried to hold back a smirk, knowing the water did nothing for Marcy now.

“But I said I don’t drink alcohol.” Marcy reiterated.

“I know, but it’s just a weak mixed drink, it’s mostly juice. Maybe it will help.”

“I-I guess I can have a sip.” She had never tasted alcohol before, but between the party environment and her want of a drink she figured a little taste wouldn’t hurt.

It hurt a tiny bit as the alcohol burned her a little, not being used to it and all. She swallowed a gulp though, and while it tasted a little bad to her, she immediately felt like her thirst was being sated, and so without prompting she began gulping down the entire drink.

“There you go, girl! Told you it would help!” Of course it would, Donna had made it that way. She couldn’t exactly change people’s minds, but she had other very compelling powers at her disposal. She had changed Marcy’s body so that when it was thirsty, it would no longer accept water, but alcohol instead. How? Well that was demon magic for you.

“Thanks Donna!” The drink she had barely had any alcohol in it however, so it was the equivalent of drinking a shot of water to slake her thirst, not enough.

“Still thirsty? Here I’ll pour you another. I’ll make this one stronger, it’ll help with the thirst more.”

“Okay,” not really understanding how that worked, but believing the results thus far, she took the cup and drank it down, taking what was now half a cup of vodka and 1/4 juice.

She wouldn’t get alcohol poisoning, her body used it like water now, somehow, but she wasn’t exempt from the other effects of alcohol, just as Donna intended.

“Th-thansh, Donna. I feel sho muchsh betterer, hehehe!” She stumbled as the effects of that much liquor took effect quickly.

“Alright, come on! Woo, party time!” Donna pushed a much more pliant Marcy out into the party.

One hour quickly became the entire night, as the two stumbled back home around 4am. Marcy had the wildest night she couldn’t remember, dancing with everyone and generally having the kind of time she never imagined. Donna was pleased, but a single party a wild girl does not make.

Marcy woke up feeling like her head was going to explode. Moaning in pain, she squinted at the clock, “2:30pm? Ugh…” She tried to get up, but sat back down as her head throbbed.

Donna walked in, looking fresh as ever, “How’re you feeling, roomie?”

“Ughh, my head. Do you do this all the time?”

“Not every day, but pretty often,” she replied as she walked to the kitchen, “don’t tell me you didn’t have any fun at all?”

Marcy knew she couldn’t deny it completely, “My head really really hurts though, and my throat feels so dry. Water?”

Donna brought over a glass, “Here, better than water.”

Marcy took a sip and coughed, “More vodka? Why?”

“Trust me, the best thing you can do with a hangover is have a little more alcohol. It’ll help with the hangover, and you’ll feel less thirsty.”

Marcy gave her a look like she was a strange person, “Go on, you’ll see.” Hesitantly, she drank a little more.

While she was sipping on it, Donna had found out more about her. They’d discussed how she studying to be a Chem major, and wanted to do research, her family, really her entire life. Before she knew it, it was evening time.

“Oh my gosh I forgr-forgot to packkk!” She slurred as she stood up, stumbled and sat back on the couch. “Blegh, I guess I’m still recoverin’ from tha’ hangover…”

Marcy had been constantly drinking the entire day and was effectively drunk again. Donna’s plan was working, and she kept it moving, “Well, that’s alright you can do it tomorrow, right?”

“Ssshool, tomorrow. Classhes.”

“Right. Well, why don’t I take you somewhere for a bit until you get better—so I can keep an eye on you? When you feel better, we can head back and you can pack, k?”

Donna was already taking Marcy’s hand, and she couldn’t resist, “Okayy, jush for a lil’ bit.”

Soon they found themselves at another party for a second night in a row. Marcy didn’t recover from being drunk, but was finding herself getting used to the party atmosphere, and before she knew it she was being dragged back to her room at 6 in the morning.

“Oh nooo, owww,” Marcy gripped her head in pain from the headaches. Donna was already there, this time with a glass of rum, and handed it to her. Marcy took it and began sipping it without question, remembering it worked well enough last time. “I think I overslept…” she spoke with her head still down, “am I late for class?”

“If 5pm isn’t too late, then no?”

Marcy shot up, “Omygod no-ow!!” She bent over from the headache. Whimpering, she continued, “I missed my first day of classes! What am I going to do??”

She limped over to Donna, whining about school and how she couldn’t afford to miss anything, and Donna hated it. What’s the point of school if you weren’t enjoying yourself? More importantly, Marcy was annoying her with her high-strung anxiety attack, and Donna had just the thing to calm her down.

“Come here, I have something that can help you.”

“Class notes?” Marcy said, draining the four shots worth of rum in her glass as she felt it sate her thirst.

“Come on!” She frowned as she tugged her over to her room.

Marcy glanced around Donna’s room, somewhat in awe of it. It was somewhat darker than she expected; the walls were painted blue-gray, and covered in posters of death metal and bodybuilders. The floor was littered with flyers and postcards from various clubs and parties, as well as various lingerie. She blushed as they walked past a bottle of lube and some condoms, and stood as Donna dug through her drawer, trying not to look at anymore things she might find scary.

The alcohol was already starting to hit her again as Donna found what she wanted. One click from a lighter later and Marcy was staring in the face of something she very much wasn’t ready for.

“Here, just take a little toke of this. You’ll feel better.” Donna said, putting the joint she had put together in front of Marcy.

“N-nnno! I don’t wanna do any drugs! Oh shoot, I’m already missing school what’m I doinggg!” If she was anxious before now she was having a panic attack.

Donna was a little tired of it, “Shh, quiet down. You won’t miss anything on the first day of school; it’s just schedules and stuff. And this isn’t really drugs, it’s just weed. Some herbs to calm you down. It’s way less worse than a cigarette or something.”

Marcy was really jumpy, and a little drunk, “I can’t, ish not good,” she said, shaking her head.

“You’re really jumpy right? How can you learn anything like that? Seriously this will help you calm down, so we can plan out your classes. You can’t do anything like that.”

Marcy was still anxious, but happy that Donna was willing to help. The alcohol in her system wasn’t helping her judgment, and she decided a toke or two wouldn’t hurt. It’s just herbs anyways, she thought.

Donna had her practically finish the joint, taking only a couple of tokes for herself, while Marcy had that and another drink.

“—And thash why balls are grossh!” Marcy concluded. Donna laughed, figuring the girl did have some bite in her, just hidden deep inside. She was going to bring all of that out of her, and more.

Marcy’s stomach growled, “I’m hungry, do we have shnacks?” Donna laughed some more.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Unexpected

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pairing - nathan scott x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “sara idc if this is just a concept or a full fic but i just need smth ab a bookstore date w nathan royal scott i cannot get it out of my head��” This is reallt short lol. Enjoy.

summary - nathan surprises you with your first date

warnings / includes - mild language, food consumption, kissing. early seasons

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“I feel like you’re taking me to a dark alley,” you say.

Nathan chuckles, “and what if I was?” “At least buy me dinner first,” you remark.

He grins, holding onto your shoulders as he guides you out of the car. “Don’t worry. You’ll eat tonight.”

You let out a snort. “And what does that mean? You think you’re gonna get lucky tonight?”

“Just getting a first date with you makes me lucky,” he states. “Mm, such a sweet talker. I have no idea how Peyton could hate you,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes. “Maybe I will take you to an alley.” He begins to walk backwards.

“No, no! I won’t make fun of you anymore. I promise,” you say.

“Can you really promise that?” He asks. Your lips upturn into a slow smile. “Depends.”

“Depends?” He questions. “Yep. If you’re nice to me tonight,” you explain.

“Of course I will be. I’m always nice.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyways, I would like to take this blindfold off, please.”

“Right. My bad.” Nathan leads you away from the car and to the bookstore, opening the door for you and gently pushing you in.

“Hey, at least this dungeon is air conditioned,” you joke. Nathan rolls his eyes. “I know I’m a jackass, but I’m not a murderer.”

“Mm, I don’t know. You can’t be too sure they days, you know? A girl’s gotta be safe.”

“Well, you can trust me. This place is very safe and public. If I tried anything — which I won’t — people will come to your rescue,” Nathan assures you.

“There is a lot of movement and talking here,” you nod. “When do I get my sight back?”

“Just a few more steps.” Nathan walks you two over to a small table by your favorite book genres. There was a candlelit dinner all set up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the middle. It was secluded but open.

“Alright. In three, two, one.” Nathan takes off your blindfold and you anxiously open your eyes, becoming stunned.

“Did you do this?” You whip your head around to face him. His cheeks are painted pink and he has a shy smile on his face. “And what if I did?”

“Then I’d think you were a great guy, Nathan Scott.”

His heart soars at your words. “Good. That’s what I want to be for you.” He leads you to the table and pulls out your chair. You sit down with a ‘thank you’, scooting yourself in and resting your elbows on the table.

“So, what’s on the menu 23?” You ask.

Nathan blushes at his given nickname. It’s what you called him before you ever knew his name. When all you knew that he was a jackass basketball player, who managed to keep his girlfriend — “keep”. You and your best friends, Haley and Lucas, referred to him as that, using it as a derogatory to unhuamize him. But now it was used as a term of endearment.

“Your favorite,” he answers. He lifts the lid off the plate and you can’t help but laugh. “What?” He frowns.

“I just — mac and cheese with breadsticks?” You question.

“I… I heard you talking to Haley about how the mac and cheese and breadstick combo at the one restaurant was amazing, and now it was your new favorite meal.”

Your eyes widen and you soften. “It is my favorite meal. I was just surprised at how you knew. This is really sweet, Nate. Thank you.” Your hand rest a on his and you squeeze his knuckles assuringly.

His heart flutters at your touch and he avoids eye contact. “Dig in whenever you’re ready.”

You nod, picking up your fork and taking a stab at the mac and cheese. You hum at the creamy and slightly spicy flavor of the cheese. “This is so good. Better than I remember.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Nathan grins. He takes off the lid of his own meal, revealing a sandwhich and fries with pickles on the side.

“That looks so good,” you lick your lips.

“Want a piece?” He asks. You shake your head. “I’m content with my kid’s menu dinner.”

He chuckles, “if you say so.” He takes a big bite of his sandwich, smearing mustard in the corner of his lips. You can’t help but laugh.

“What? Is me eating a sandwhich so funny?”

You giggle and shake your head. “You have something on your lips.”

He takes the back of his head and wipes his lips roughly, managing to miss the spot. You shake your head and wet your thumb, leaning over the table and cupping his cheek. His heart stops as you cup his cheek, gently rubbing off the condiment. Your eyes stay glued to his lips even seconds after you’re finished. He does the same, unconsciously leaning towards you.

Your eyes flicker back up to his eyes and your stomach churns as you see how dilated his pupils are. You give him a soft smile and pull away. “All cleaned up.”

He sits up in his seat, his ears becoming pink. “Thank you. I’ve always been a messy eater.”

“Oh, is that so?” You smirk. He grins, “yep. And not just with food.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, taking another bite of your mac and cheese. “So, how did you manage to get the library to agree to this?”

“I just asked nicely,” he answers. “Nathan Scott asking nicely? Oh, my god. I think the world is ending!” You gasp.

“Oh, whatever,” he rolls his eyes. “I can be nice, you know?”

“Mm, I know. Why aren’t you more nice?”

He sighs and takes a sip of water. “I guess all my life I’ve been taught to be rude.”

“You can always rise above.”

“Yeah, I’m realizing that.”

“And I’m very proud of you for doing so,” you grin. He smiles back. “Really?”

“Yep. You are almost a changed man.”

“Almost?” He asks. “Well, I have yet to see you read a book,” you smirk.

“Ah — I read!”

“Yeah, comics?”

“That involves reading!”

You giggle, “I suppose. You know, I’m still surprised you picked a bookstore to have this date. I remember you saying how people at bookstores are weird and you don’t want that to rub off on you.”

“You’re right,” he nods. “Maybe I shouldn’t spend time with you.”

You gaso and take your breadstick, smacking his arm. “I am a sophisticated young woman, mind you. And I don’t go here all the time.”

“Liar.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you know.”

“I see you here every other day. You’re always returning books. You must not a life because you are always here.”

“Have you been talking me?” You raise your right brow.

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, no! I just… Peyton would drag me around here to shop a lot. I just happen to see you sometimes.”

You can’t push doesn’t the smile that fills your face. “So, you did know who I was before we met?”

He awkwardly avoids eye contact. “I knew your name. And… I know that you like fantasy-adventure books.”

“That’s kind of cute, you know,” you hum. “It’s not creepy?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Not if you consider everything I know about you.”

“Well, I don’t exactly keep everything a secret.”

“True. Well, as long as you don’t know my social security card.”

“Actually, I do,” he says with a grin. “If you did, I’ll admit, that would be impressive. I don’t even know it,” you remark.

You two spend the rest of the evening chatting. It took you both an hour and a half to finish your food. After dinner, Nathan took you for ice cream. You walked back to the bookstore, ending up snuggling in a nook by the dinner table. You were in Nathan’s lap, resting your head against his shoulder. His arms are around you, holding you close to him. His chin rests against the crown of your head and he inhales your sweet shampoo scent. You’re reading one of your favorite books to him.

He’s not paying attention to the book, though. He’s more so admiring you. The way your lips move, your soft breathing, your brows furrowing as you lose your place. He loves seeing how fast your eyes move across the page, how your voice sounds like honey.

“What are you staring at?” You ask. “You,” he says, his voice unwavering.

You smile and set the book down, propping yourself up with your elbow. “Is this book boring you?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. There’s just this really pretty girl that I would much rather pay attention to.”

You cup his cheek and gaze into his eyes. “You’re really sweet, Nate. I’m glad I went out tonight.”

He gently grabs your hand and plays with your fingers. “Thank you. I’m really trying.”

“I know. And I appreciate it. Nobody has ever done this before. This is stuff you see in a rom-com.”

“And I’ve never done this before. It was fun. I like doing this, actually. It makes you happy, which makes me happy.”

“I am really happy.” You whisper as you rest your forehead against his. Your eyes search his and your heart palpitates as you see him staring at your lips. Your eyes flutter close as he moves in and brushes his lips against yours. Your hands move to his neck and you tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing yourself up against him and kissing him fully.

His lips fit perfectly with yours as you kiss him. His hands grip your body firmly, but in a caring manner. He doesn’t kiss you like you would expect. He’s gentle and passionate, not quick and messy. It feels just right.

You pull away, in a little bit of a daze as you look at him. He’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You look like you just wont be lottery,” you remark.

He cradles the back of your neck. He pulls you close again, softly caressing your skin. He looks at you lovingly, his grin never wavering. “I just did.”

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Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

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basilly · 3 years

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fake date 4 free food || p!irl!tommy x reader

. request: how abt tommy and reader fakes being a couple to get free food: there’s like coupons for this restaurant but it’s only for couples

. let me preface that i allowed this request because they are not actually dating and its mostly a joke between tommy and the reader, no romantic feelings, fully platonic

. pronouns: they/them

. the situation all started when tommy saw a restaurant he’s been wanting to go to for a while

. and as much money as he makes, he could always go for deals (i mean same)

. however tommy doesn’t always read the fine print

“Y/n y/n y/n- we should go to this restaurant- they’re having a deal!” “Tommy did you even read the deal?” “What do you mean?” “Well its for couples- we are not a couple” “But we can pretend! It shouldn’t be that hard- I’ll even pay! Come onn”

. and that’s kinda how you agreed- something along those lines

. the plan was to go there and pretend you a couple- the only skinship you needed was an arm over the shoulder, right?

. to be fair who’s going to question it

. tommy’s arm over your shoulder wasn’t at all that awkward, it felt just like another day out

“Hi how can I help you guys today?” You answered so Tommy wouldn’t screw it up “Hi can we get a table for 2? We have this coupon for couples.” “Yea of course- follow me this way”

. sitting down, you guys couldn’t stop laughing

. did try out the petname thing though

“Okay I’ll get number 4- what do you want sweetie?” (Pls you both cringed so hard inside when you said that) “I’ll get the combo” “alright- I’ll be right back with your food!” “Let’s never use that as a nickname again- joke or not” “Agreed.”

“Look- we are so good at this, no one questioned a thing” “Tommy I doubt someone's going to go up to us and start asking us a ton of details about our quote quote relationship” “Hey- we are still great actors”

. nothing was really that different, other than some fake label

. pls the other customers kept looking at you guys for laughing loudly

. just talking and tommy telling stories and vice versa

. the food was so good though, you had to admit

. tommy also accidentally knocking over a water cup <//3

“And here’s the check! Do you guys need anything else?” “No I think we are good!” “Alright- well have a nice day you too, thanks for participating in our couple’s event!”

. quickly rushing to get out of there, you crack up laughing, a little thrilled by the nervousness and adrenaline as soon as you stepped foot outside

“I’m so glad that worked- this restaurant is so good” “Me too- aren’t you glad I suggested it?” “Yea yea big man- you can have the credit for the idea”

an: a little shorter but this would be such a fun idea

#mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommy x reader #mcyt x y/n #tommyinnit x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fluff #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit x you #basilly

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hyenahunt · 2 years

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Bogie Time: Siege Upon the Sacred Citadel - 9

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

Characters: Ibara, Hajime, Hiyori, Nazuna, Jun, Tomoya, Mitsuru, Nagisa

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Sophie + Skyress (ENG)

Translation: nazunyan427 & haranami & hyenahunt

Nazuna: Can you quit referring to us as a couple? It makes it sound like you and I are lovers now, and I did NOT give my consent.

Location: Bogie Time Program Set

Ibara: (In the end…)

Hajime: I-It’s an honor to be working with hyuu Saegusa-senpai! I’ll give everything my best shot!

Ibara: (Hajime Shino-shi turned out to be my partner.)

(Now that I’m face-to-face with him, he just seems plain and unsophisticated. However, I’ve heard that he’s starting to grow popular, especially with women who love cute things.)

(It appears that he’s unusually popular with male fans who are normally interested in female idols, which is a rare occurrence at ES. Perhaps it’s because he’s so lovely.)

(He’s by no means a dog, but simply having him by my side should distract everyone from my bad temper.)

(It appears that he’s quite diligent and hard-working.)

(Besides, he has plenty of motivation, so I’ll try to keep him in the spotlight. As his senior, it should be fine for me to simply support him in an unobtrusive way.)

(Alright, my strategy is set.)

Hiyori: "Excellent, now that's all our couples decided!"

Nazuna: “Can you quit referring to us as a couple? It makes it sound like you and I are lovers now, and I did NOT give my consent.”

Hiyori: "Goodness, your cute looks certainly belie your sharp tongue! Wonderful, we need people just like you!"

"In any case! Each couple will now choose a name for their team!"

"Something like the 'Tomoe-Nito Combo', for example! Though if you have a better idea, then that's perfectly fine, too!"

Nazuna: “Mmm... Seems like people refer to you as Ohii-san for some reason, so how about we go with Team Ohii-san?”

Hiyori: "Absolutely not! That would imply you're a princess too, no? I'm the only one who can ever be Jun-kun's Ohii-san~! [1]

Jun: "Couldja not go around shouting stuff that makes absolutely no sense?"

Tomoya: “Ahaha. Since you’re well-known for that recent hyena role you played, Sazanami-senpai, why don’t we go with Team Hyena?”

Jun: "Hm? Well... If you really don't mind being called something like a hyena, Mashiro-kun, then I'm fine with it."

"And if we're gonna go with animal-themed names, then Ohii-san and Nito-senpai could be "Team Bunny", huh~"[2]

Hiyori: "When it comes to bunnies, all of Ra*bits do have that association with them, don't they?"

"In that case, let's have the couple made up of our viper and that boy—Hajime Shino-kun—be named Team Snakey~ ♪ "

Hajime: “Alright, sure! Team Snakey it is! I’ve got it! I’ll slither and wriggle around just like a snake!”

Ibara: (He’s so nervous, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore…)

(I do wonder if he’ll be alright. I need him to at least do the bare minimum, or else we’ll be in quite the bind.)

Mitsuru: “Hey! What about us? What’s our team name?”

Nagisa: ' '“...Naturally, Tenma-kun and I will be Team God.”

Tomoya: “Isn't that a bit of a step up from all the other animal-themed names?!”

Nazuna: “One of these teams is not like the others!”

Hiyori: "Ordinarily speaking, there's no way something like a bunny could ever beat a god, is there? But in the end these are simply nicknames, and since they're not of particular importance, let us continue on, shall we?"

Jun: "Alright. Now that the team-forming part's over, we'll explain the basic rules of Bogie Time."

"After all, it's everyone's first time~ So let's get a little in-depth about it."

"This new and revamped Bogie Time will span ten days in total—we're in it for the long haul."

"Just to confirm with everyone, you've all made sure to clear your schedules for this, right?"

Nazuna: “Oh, yeah. I heard one of the reasons we were chosen for this project was ‘cause of just how free we actually were. They needed a unit who could make room for something as sudden as this.”

“That’s why the likes of Knights and UNDEAD, who’re crazy busy lately, were out of the question.”

Ibara: “Our schedules are packed as well. However, we had no choice but to desperately make time for this (due to His Excellency’s selfishness).”

Nagisa: “...I sense a complaint hidden behind those words.”

Jun: "Hehe. Anyway, let's have an overview of how these ten days'll go. On our first day, we'll be forming teams and going through the rules, just like this."

Ibara: (Yes, the script only contained details about the very first day. That’s all we’ve rehearsed for.)

(The actual contents of Bogie Time have yet to be disclosed.)

(Why are they hiding this from me, I wonder?)

(I’ve thoroughly lectured and threatened both His Excellency and His Highness, though, so I doubt they’d do anything too extreme…)

Jun: "Afterwards, from tomorrow onwards, we're gonna be spending our days with a lil' extra twist."

"Each couple'll get assigned a room, and for eight days, we'll be living together in our assigned pairs."

"And during all that time, the cameras'll be rolling on us and our new lifestyles together. You could say it's pretty much in the style of a documentary, really~"

"Even just that could turn out to be interesting, but those days may also wind up being uneventful..."

"And since that wouldn't make for good television, we'll be receiving a series of "orders" every day from ES's four big agencies."

"If we accomplish 'em without a hitch, then we'll get rewarded a certain number of points depending on how we did."

"Then, at the end of each day, there'll be a series of games held at the studio, where we'll all compete with each other for the points we've collected."

"Just what exactly those orders and games will be is something you'll find out on the fly."

"We'll repeat that pattern for eight days, and then on the final day we'll have a lil' showdown all together."

"It's entirely possible to turn the tables in one shot with it, so don't let your guard down 'til the very end, alright~?"

"With that, we'll see who's earned the most points over the days, and the team with the best results'll get a fancy prize."

"And of course, the team in last place will have to play a punishment game."

Ibara: “What do you mean, of course?”

Jun: "Well, that's been the standard for Bogie Time since way back, y'see."

"It's been revamped now for a number of reasons, but the audience may still have their expectations — so it's important to keep its traditions in mind."

Hiyori: "Fufu. Anyway, that should all sum up how it's going to go!"

"Day after day, mischievous fae folk shall come to play around with us, the beleaguered travellers who've strayed into their land!"

"It's a show where the sight of us in such a state should inspire peals of laughter! Such a simple concept to understand, isn't it!"

Ibara: (Hm. It appears as though they’re trying to capitalize on the best features of variety shows and documentaries…)

(I think it’s a bit much to record our daily lives as well, but I suppose that's what the people of these times wish to see.)

(None of them understand…)

(That things are hidden for a reason. Indeed, they may even be disgusted by what they see.)

(Those who try to expose such things are no different to fools who try to peer into a sewer teeming with filth.)

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Ohii-san means princess.

The to in Nito is the kanji for rabbit.

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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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teacher!tom

pairing: teacher!tom x teacher!reader

summary: your colleague is insufferable, really. the way he’s so cocky, so lenient with his students, so nonchalant, so attractive with no effort whatsoever––you hate him, really.

warnings: smut near the end + this is really long fyi

notes: this literally came out of nowhere, i thought about it before i fell asleep last night and luckily i remembered it today. i was kinda hesitant to write it out and post it but here we are!

leave feedback :)

so you and tom get your jobs as high school teachers at the same time

you first meet during the training sessions during the summer before the semester started

and you immediately can’t stand him

he just––

he’s too much

with his charming accent

and his smile

and his perfect hair

how does someone look good with both gelled hair and messy hair?

when you had to spend too much time making sure you looked good every morning

it was unfair

some days he shows up in fancy clothes

a button down and pants

maybe even a trench coat

some days a leather jacket and oh how you hate that leather jacket and hoodie combo

it’s not professional in the slightest yet he still manages to pull it off

he even shows up to school in sweats

how? you have no idea

he manages to charm literally everyone

from the students (including yours, thank you very much), the lunch ladies, even the principal for christ’s sake

all the girls love him, they swoon over him every day

you see how your girls brighten up whenever he strolls into your class to bother you

he lets his classes watch movies way too often

he hasn’t even done some of the reading for his assignments he’s handed out

he constantly shows up to your classroom for the sole purpose of teasing you

‘looking as beautiful as ever, y/n’

you turn to look at him, a deadpan expression on your face, ‘some of us have actual work to do thomas, so if you would please leave––’

he interrupts you with a gasp, bringing his hand to his chest and he gapes at you, ‘how rude’ but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not actually offended

you constantly have to physically shove him out of the class

and every time he just laughs, obviously enjoying himself, only pissing you off even more

he takes every opportunity he can to bother you

like when he interrupts your class, a cheeky smile on his face as he opens the door

‘sorry to bother you, ms. y/l/n’

you both know he absolutely is not

he turns to the students and waves like he’s a goddamn celebrity and they all swoon, and you roll your eyes

‘mr. holland,’ you see his eyes,, darken? at the sound of you saying his last name but you brush it off, ‘to what do i owe this displeasure?’

his usual smirk is plastered back on his face, ‘well i just needed to borrow a marker, love.’

you try not to let the nickname have an effect on you, especially when you hear your students perk up at the name as well

‘you know you could have just asked a student to come over here, right.’

he turns to your class playfully, ‘does she treat you lot like a bunch of servants?’

they laugh and you sigh, exasperated but somewhat amused, making him turn back to you

‘you don’t even use the white board in your class.’

he shrugs easily, ‘well today i am.’

and your students are loving the banter between you two

they all ship you and they’ve told you multiple times

tom’s students have done the same to him as well

you roll your eyes for what feels like the fifteenth time and nod your head to the tray under the board where all the markers are and he doesn’t move a muscle, he even dares to lean against the doorframe

‘well how am i supposed to know which one you don’t mind me taking?’

you glare at him and walk over to the board, picking up a random marker and throwing it his way

he catches it easily and slides out of the classroom and you can hear the grin in his voice as he walks off, ‘cheers, love.’

you just go back to teaching your class, ignoring some of the knowing stares your students are throwing your way

after class you go over to his class to see what was so important that he needed to get one of your markers

you walk right in because of course his door is wide open

...he wrote the date

that’s it.

he looks up from his phone to see you standing there and he straightens up, his eyes widening slightly as he sets his phone down

‘uh’ he scratches the back of his head, ‘i erased it all, obviously’

you narrow your eyes at him, obviously not buying it

‘i can assure you we took the most intensive notes you’ve ever seen’

you laugh and walk out of the class, ‘yeah and i’m the pope.’

he smiles, shaking his head slightly as he watches you walk away

sometimes when you’re walking in the hallway, he somehow finds you, easily sliding up next to you

‘you following me?’

‘tom you came up to me.’

‘nonsense, really.’

sometimes during lunch, he’ll stop by your classroom if you’re not in the cafeteria

and you’re too bothered and hungry to kick him out

so you both just eat and “enjoy” each other’s company

he’ll make small talk with you and it’s actually not that bad

you share an office with him and the other teachers in your department

your desks are right next to each other, because apparently whoever’s in charge of your life just isn’t on your side

he tends to look over at whatever you’re doing

‘geez darling, you really are a harsh grader...’

you look up at him, and back to the sheet, offended

‘no i am not! i’m checking the answer sheet and this is simply not correct––’

you plan on defending yourself further but then you see him trying to hold in his laughter and realize he’s just teasing you

you look back to your paper, hiding your smile, ‘ha ha. very funny tom.’

sometimes he’ll even roll his chair over and lean on your desk

you look over at him hesitantly, ‘do you need something?’

he just smiles lazily, ‘oh don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.’

you brush him off and try to ignore the fluttering feeling you get in your stomach

you’re with your other colleagues one day on lunch break,

luckily tom hasn’t decided to torture you that day

and they ask

‘so you and holland gone on a date yet?’

and you choke on your food

and the other one goes ‘or have you at least fucked––’

and you properly choke on your drink this time

when you finally calm down, they don’t even try to hide their smiles

‘what are you talking about?’

‘oh come on’

‘you can’t be serious’

when you look at them like they’re crazy their smiles drop

‘oh so you’re either stupid or oblivious’

‘hey!’

‘i mean come on, the way he looks at you––’

‘his teasing’

‘his comments’

‘we don’t like each other, he’s insufferable...’ you say but it really sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself

‘you know we don’t even have any policies on that stuff, sooo...you could if you wanted to.’

when you don’t reply, they go on,

‘so you don’t think he’s attractive at least?’

you roll your eyes, ‘don’t be stupid, i’ve seen him before, and he knows he’s attractive which is the worst part––’

and you get interrupted by a very annoyingly familiar british voice

‘who’s attractive, darling?’ he slides in and takes a seat next to you and your friends can’t help but smile knowingly at each other

you send them warning glares and they ignore you

he sends them a charming smile, ‘hello ladies’

their soft, completely charmed responses make you gag

and tom can’t help but shove your arm playfully, ‘play nice, darling.’

‘can i help you with anything?’

‘just wanted to say hello to my favorite colleague,’ he turns to your friends, ‘and her lovely friends, of course.’

you roll your eyes, ‘isn’t harrison your favorite?’ you ask, bringing up the pe teacher he’s always with

he was a nice guy really, you’d talked with him a few times, he was always making jokes

he brings a finger up to his lips, ‘shh’ he winks, ‘don’t tell him.’

eventually he leaves you alone with a promise to stop by your class again before the day’s over

you respond with a ‘there’s really no need!’

and he turns back to face you as walks out, ‘sorry! can’t hear you anymore!’

you look back at your friends and they’re giving you a ‘really, bitch.’ look and you can’t help but shrink in your seat a little bit, lost in thought

‘does he really like me?’

‘do i really like him?’

you try to push it aside and focus on your work for the time being after that––you are at work, after all

when parent teacher conferences come around tom obviously finds a way to sneak into your classroom before they start

you hate to say it but your breath hitches and your gaze lingers a little too long on the way his arms strain in his tight shirt, the part of his collarbone you can see peeking past his slightly unbuttoned top, the shiny watch on his wrist, his hands––

‘well you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than you always do, love. can’t say i’m surprised.’

you look down at the dress and heels you’d changed into after class ended, suddenly feeling undressed under his gaze

‘um thank you. you look good too.’

he seems taken aback for a second, and is he blushing?

‘thanks, love.’

he puts his hands in his pockets, a casual smile on his face, ‘so are you ready for the next five hours of forced social interaction?’

‘no but i have to be,’ you sighed. ‘i’m sure you’re fine though, you’re a people person.’

‘what can i say, people love me.’

‘alright,’ you say getting up, you don’t know what comes over you but you place your hands on his chest gently, ‘we have like’ you glance at the clock ‘two minutes so,’ you look up at him and the look in his eyes knocks you breathless

‘off you go...’ you trail of softly

his hands come up to hold you wrists gently, his thumbs caressing the skin, a soft look in his eyes,

‘if you say so, darling.’

it feels like time stopped but a knock on your door reminds you where you are and what you have to do

your hands hesitantly slide down his chest and back to your side and he sighs at the feeling, unwillingly letting you go

‘looks like my first parent is here.’

he backs away slowly, blinking out of the daze you both seemed to be in, ‘right, i––good luck, love.’

you reply quietly, ‘same to you.’

and so you introduce yourself to the first parent and go about your night

when you have a small ten minute window, you go to the bathroom and when you come back you find a small cup of coffee on your desk, just the way you like

there’s a sticky note next to it and you can’t help but smile when you read it

‘thought you might need this. knock em dead, darling. you’ve got this. :)’

when you’ve finally said goodbye to your last pair of parents, many long hours later, you prop your door open and take a seat again

it’s not long before you hear a knock at the door, you turn to see tom strolling in, two bottles of water in his hand

yes one hand, you tried very hard not to think about it too much, especially not about the way his fingers wrapped around the––

‘here you go, love.’ he hands you a bottle and you thank him as he sits down in the seat across from you where the parents were sitting all night

‘so how was that for you? first parent teacher conference done.’ he sips his water and you try not to focus on the way his throat bobs when he swallows the sips

‘i think it went well, they were all really nice, honestly. how was it for you?’

‘great, i mean it was honestly kind of fun, but now i’m exhausted’

you nodded in agreement, ‘oh! thank you for the coffee by the way, i––i really appreciated it.’ you give him a small smile

he returns one back to you, ‘of course, love.’

you can’t help but ask, ‘so do you just do this for everyone?’

he furrows his brows in confusion and you continue, totally disregarding the fact that he looks really cute when he’s confused

‘the coffee, the water, the nicknames...’ you trail off

he lets out a small chuckle, ‘i will admit i am a charmer––’ he looks into your eyes, ‘but i promise it’s just you. you’re...’ he trails off for a bit, ‘different.’

he can see you’re unsure about how to take that, ‘in a good way,’ he clarifies, ‘a really good way.’ he smiles

you lick your lips nervously, ‘well that’s...good. i––yeah that’s nice.’

you mentally curse at yourself, really? nice? my god––

luckily he lets it slide and soon enough the both of you get dressed and he’s walking you outside to your car

you both say goodnight and once you’ve driven off, tom gets in his car and heads home too

when the winter formal comes along, everyone is very excited, people are asking each other out, and all that fun stuff

being a teacher, you get to hear all the gossip in your class and in the halls and it’s honestly quite entertaining

‘now you didn’t hear this from me,’ you pause for dramatic effect while tom tries his best but fails to hide his endeared smile. he leans in over his lunch, ‘but apparently sarah lewis, the blonde girl in my class?’ you pause to make sure tom knows who you’re talking about

when he nods you go on

‘thought that david––’

‘is that the bloke on the football team?’

‘yes, him. she thought he was going to ask her to the formal, right?’

‘yeah i mean i’ve seen them flirting in the hallways, only makes sense.’

you shake your head in sympathy for the poor girl and his mouth drops, ‘no––’

‘yes... he asked her best friend instead.’

tom sits back in his seat, ‘that fucker––’

‘tom!’ you laugh, though you really shouldn’t, these were students for christ’s sake.

‘what? come on, he deserves it, the player.’

you nod, ‘yeah i guess he does.’

you both laugh and when it dies down, he speaks up again,

‘speaking of the formal,’ you perk up and try your best to seem nonchalant as you look up at him.

he’s looking down at his food nervously, as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

he clears his throat and looks up at you, his eyes vulnerable, ‘will you be uh, chaperoning?’

you swallow, weirdly nervous all of a sudden, ‘yeah,’ you tilt your head slightly and tom almost combusts at how cute you look, ‘will you?’

he snaps out of his reverie, ‘yeah! yeah i will.’ god he felt like he was back in high school again, this was ridiculous––

‘i guess i’ll see you there, then.’ you smile shyly.

he smiles back ‘yeah i guess i’ll see you too.’

tom shows up early to the dance, because he’s a nerd––he’d even put on his nice shoes, his extra shiny watch and gelled his hair for an extra ten minutes to make sure he looked good

he was hoping to catch you before everyone started piling in, but unfortunately you were nowhere to be found

nonetheless he helped with last minute decorations and such and stood in the corner when the dance started, to make sure nobody died or anything on the dance floor

he was sipping his punch, totally not judging the students dance moves when he noticed you walk into the gym, a look of awe on your face as you looked at all the decorations and lights

and you––

you looked like a princess

your dress was long and flowy and there was a slit (a perfectly appropriate one) on the side and when tom noticed that he just about choked on his drink

you made your way around the room, saying hi to the other chaperones and some of your students as well

a lot of people wanted to talk to you, tom found out rather impatiently

but soon enough, you made your way towards him, near the punch

‘funny seeing you here, holland.’

he smiles, ‘likewise, love.’

you both go off near the side and start small talking

soon enough you’re making jokes, enjoying your time

‘i have to say i really am impressed with how this turned out, it looks great,’ you say, your eyes exploring the room

he hums, ‘not as good as the ones in london though.’

you turn to him, amused and intrigued, ‘oh yeah, why’s that?’

he leans in to whisper in your ear over the music, ‘cause we’re allowed to drink booze at our dances.’

you snort and roll your eyes

and he can’t help but feel his heart flutter in his chest at the way you laugh at him

he wanted you to be his so badly

after a few moments of scanning the crowd and doing your job, tom speaks up again

he holds his hand out and you look at it and back to him ‘may i have this dance?’

you can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to your lips, ‘aren’t we supposed to be working?’

‘we can watch and dance at the same time’ he responds, even though he knows once he has you in his arms he won’t be able to focus on anything else but you

you say fuck it and grab his hand

he grins and leads you to a spot on the dance floor after discarding your cups

his hands gingerly find their way to your waist and it’s cliché, truly

but you feel all tingly when he touches you and honestly it seems like he does too

you slide your hands up to his shoulders and he takes a deep breath

you start swaying slightly to the song

and now that you listen to it, it sounds a bit too sensual for a high school, dance. but anyway––

tom’s eyes are entranced by the way you’re glowing in the light and the way you’re looking up at him

your lips looks so soft and inviting

your eyes are shining

and that dress

meanwhile, he looks dashing as ever

his jawline, his hair looks so perfect––you really wanna pull on it and mess it up...

you slowly inch your way towards each other and soon enough, you’re so close that if you just tilted your head and pushed forward, you’d be kissing

realizing where you are, you both snap out of it slowly

and as a slow song comes on, you lean your head on his chest and he holds you close

you can hear and feel his heartbeat and it makes you smile

you sway together and you can tell there are some students and even staff members who are staring at you two

when the song is over you look up at each other and the tension is unbearable, and oh so thick

‘do you wanna––’

‘let’s––’

you both laugh, still holding each other

‘let’s go, darling’ he grabs your hand and leads you to grab your coats and your purse and then out to his car

before he opens the door he catches a glimpse of the way you’re looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes looking him up and he just loses it

he practically lunges towards you and you yelp when he attaches his lips to yours, immediately melting in his touch

one of his hands is cradling your cheek, while the other reclaims it’s spot on your waist, gripping you softly but firmly

without detaching his lips from yours, he turns you around and presses you against the door to his car and you gasp slightly into the kiss, making him smirk

you raise your leg up slowly, trailing your heel up the back of his leg and he groans as he presses himself into you

you hear a group of teenagers shouting and laughing as they step out for a breath of fresh air and the two of you pull away from each other reluctantly, panting as you stare at each other as if you want to devour the other

and honestly––you do

he opens the door for you and tries to calm himself down when he shuts the door for you before walking over to his side and getting settled in his seat

he looks over at you and notices the way your clenching your thighs together, how your breaths are still heavy and he bites his lip, unable to look away from you

you break the silence

‘are we really about to fuck in your car?’

‘of course not,’ he looks offended, ‘for our first time together? absolutely not, i have more manners than that love.’ he pauses, ‘unless you want that?’

you can’t help but laugh, ‘take me home, tom’

your eyes widen slightly, realizing how domestic that sounded and you go to take it back but he interrupts you, placing his hand on your thigh

‘let’s go home’ a smile on his face as he pulls out of the parking lot

the whole drive to his place, his hand is gripping your thigh teasingly and you’re surprised you didn’t leave a wet spot on his seat when you got up

he opens the door for you and takes you up to his apartment, using all his self control not to take you right there in the elevator

when you get to his door, it takes him way too much effort to put the key through the hole

though he’s not drunk, it feels like he is when he’s around you

you’re absolutely intoxicating

your hands are rubbing all over his body as you hold him from behind, your face nuzzling into his back and he can barely focus

‘christ��–’

as soon as you step inside his apartment, he locks the door and his lips are back on yours as you take your shoes off and hastily throw your jackets on the couch as you walk past the living room

once you get into his bedroom, he turns the bedside lamp on the lowest since he doesn’t want you to trip and fall over anything

you both quickly undress and tom stops you before you can take off your undergarments

‘let me,’ a cheeky look in his eyes as he does so

he turns you around and grazes his hands up and down your sides before bringing them behind you and unhooking your bra

he slides it down your arms teasingly slow and the silence in the room is deafening as you hear it drop to the floor

he steps closer to you, pressing his bare chest against your back and you hear him take in a breath as looks at your breasts

he brings his hands to your waist in a silent question

and you lean back in response

he takes the invitation and glides his hands up to grasp your breasts and your back arches, a soft sigh escaping your lips and he basks in the sound, wanting to hear it again

‘so pretty, darling’ he plays with your nipples and you whine, wanting to feel him already

‘tom––’

‘alright,’ you hear the smile in his voice before he turns you around

then he bends down all while keeping eye contact with you, kissing your skin as he makes his way down

then, this cheeky bastard, places his hands on your thighs, while he looks up at you with those innocent eyes and grasps the waistband of your panties with. his. teeth.

he drags them down oh so slowly down your legs and once they reach the bottom you kick them aside

he stands back up and you waste no time, smirking at him before you bend down, ‘my turn’

you get on your knees and drag your fingertips down his abs while you do so, relishing in the shivers he tries to contain

you hook your fingers into his briefs and pull them down, biting your lip at the way his cock is standing up proudly

you lick your lips as he steps out of his underwear, ‘is that all for me?’

he bites his lip, bringing a hand down to hold your cheek and you turn your head to kiss his palm

and how you managed to make that hot? he has no idea

‘of course it is, darling. it’s all yours’ he grabs his cock and starts stroking it slowly, hissing at the feeling

you quickly take control and he moans out loud when you lick along his base and put the tip in your mouth

you swirl your tongue around him and he swears he sees stars

‘you’re––christ, you’re making me forget my manners, love. i’m supposed to take care of you first.’

you roll your eyes, taking him out of your mouth while you keep stroking him with one hand and play with his balls in the other

‘you wanna make me happy right tommy?’ you bat your eyelashes and he twitches in your hand at the sight and the nickname

‘y–yeah’

‘then let me do this please? wanna make you feel good’

he nods entranced and you continue, putting your mouth back on him

sucking and bobbing your head as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back

he gets lost in the pleasure and honestly almost blows his load unwillingly but he pulls you away and leads you to the bed

you climb on and get settled in the middle, enjoying the look in his eyes as he climbs after you like a predator eyeing its prey

his eyes lock in on his target and you close your legs teasingly as you look up at him

he shakes his head slightly at your antics, ‘ah ah, open up, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’ he nudges your thighs open with his hands and the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your skin send tingles all through your body, making your pussy clench around nothing

he looks between your thighs and back at you, ‘can i?’

you nod before he can even finish his sentence and he’s too eager to please you to make a joke about it

he lies down between your legs and wraps his arms around your thighs as he holds you in place and dives in

his tongue is slow and teasing as he licks through your folds

he’s making eye contact because of course he is

and you can’t look away, and neither can he

you can tell he’s enjoying this and it makes it all the more enjoyable for you

he’s taking his time and savoring you, coaxing you to the edge

your hands grip his curls, ‘i’ve been wanting to mess these up all night’ you admit

and he growls into your heat, speeding up his movements

he shakes his head and lets you grind into his face as he focuses on your clit

and soon enough your back is arching, your eyes shutting closed and your body tenses around him, your thighs holding him close

he licks you up through your high and when your thighs loosen around him, he kisses your clit and sits up, rubbing your thighs soothingly

you sit up and kiss him slowly, passionately, letting your tongues taste each other as you feel each other up

‘come here,’ he mumbles between kisses while he moves around

he lies down on the bed and you go to straddle him when he stops you

‘just a little bit higher, love.’

your eyes widen, ‘you want me to sit on your face––’

‘been dreaming about it for a while now actually. please darling?’ he gives you those puppy dog eyes of his

and though you didn’t know if he meant metaphorically or literally, you decided to climb up, you’d figure it out later

you settle down on top of his mouth and he pulls you down, immediately getting to work as he watches you through hooded eyes

you’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm so you feel yourself get close quickly as he sucks on your clit

you mewl and he hums into your heat, loving the reactions your giving him

when he feels you about to tip over the edge he grabs your ass and helps you grind on his face as he flattens out his tongue

your thighs close around his head for the second time that night and his cock throbs at the sight of you and the feel of you pulsing on his tongue

he licks you clean and leaves soft kisses on your thighs as you come to your senses again

you get off of him and switch places

he licks his lips as he reaches over for a condom and puts it on

he watches you breath deeply, the light coating of sweat on your chest glistening under the soft light, your wet pussy

he strokes himself and lines up at your entrance, rubbing himself through your folds and teasing your clit

you can’t help but shiver and jolt at the feeling and he bites his lip, hiding his smile

‘you ready, darling?’ he asks, wanting to make sure you still want this

you nod, looking up at him and he slides in, bottoming out slowly

‘god you’re so wet for me––’

you can feel every inch as he enters you and your walls are so tight he’s sure he won’t last––just seeing you come already made him want to

he starts thrusting into you slowly, holding your thighs up as he moves his hips and the both of you let out a string of moans and curses

he hits the right spot inside of you and your eyes roll back as you whimper, your hands gripping his as they hold you open

‘always wanted to see how you roll your eyes while my cock’s inside you––’ he teases

you can’t even be bothered to reply with a witty comeback, he just feels too good

you wrap your arms and legs around him pushing him deeper inside you and he groans, his hands sliding down your body to rest on either side of you as he pounds you harder

‘god you feel so good angel’

your heart properly bursts at the new nickname, your limbs tightening around him as you turn and kiss his neck

he couldn’t help it, just watching you tonight at the dance and just now underneath him, it was the only name that seemed fitting

‘fuck, i’m close––’ he pants

you perk up and clench around him, wanting to make him feel good

he curses into your neck and keeps pounding you, sliding a hand down to rub at your clit

you jolt underneath him, moaning breathlessly at the feeling of his soft fingers in comparison to his hard thrusts

he reaches his high first, his hand and his hips not stopping until he feels you convulse around him

‘fuck––’

‘oh god tommy––’

he crashes his lips against yours and grinds his hips into you as you settle down from your orgasms

after a few moments of you giving each other soft kisses here and there, tom pulls out of you

he goes to discard the condom and leads you to the bathroom to pee, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he leaves you to do your business

it all feels very mundane and home-like and just warm

when you’re done, tom has a glass of water for the both of you and you take a sip before getting into bed and under the covers with him

he opens his arms and lets you slide in next to him, resting your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around him as he holds you close

after a while of comfortable silence, he speaks up

‘i’ve been wanting to do this for a really long time, you know’ he says absentmindedly as his fingers trace patterns on your waist

you nuzzle into him, ‘yeah?’

he hums, ‘always found you beautiful’

you’re glad he can’t see how flustered his words make you, ‘mm i always found you insufferably hot’

he laughs and his chest vibrates under you

‘insufferably?’

‘you know how you are’ a teasing tone to your voice as you answer

‘fair enough’

after a small pause you speak up hesitantly, ‘so...what now?’

you can hear and feel him take a sharp inhale before he responds, ‘well i was hoping i could take you out soon? i know we’re doing this all backwards but––i’d love to call you mine if that’s alright?’

you smile, delighted by his response, ‘i’d like that a lot.’

you can hear the smile in his voice, ‘yeah?’

you laugh, ‘yeah’ you kiss his chest and he squeezes your waist in response

the two of you talk for a little bit more and soon enough you drift off to sleep

tom drives you back to school on saturday to pick up your car after he made you breakfast, of course

and honestly he wasn’t a bad chef, he’d apparently learned from his younger brother

and if that didn’t make you fall for him more, you don’t know what would

he leaves you with a kiss and makes sure to wait until you’ve pulled off safely to make his way back home

when you come back to school the next week, your friends quickly bombard you in your office and practically drag you into the hallway

‘so we noticed you left with mr. charming on saturday...’

‘and left your car here’ they wiggle their eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh

just before you answer tom walks in and winks at you, a grin on his face, before stepping into the office

oh he so knew what you guys were talking about

your friends turn to each other immediately,

‘oh they totally fucked’

‘definitely’

your eyes widen and you shush them aggressively

‘this is still a school you know??’ but you all fail to hide your laughter

‘so how was it?’ they ask

you turn to make sure no one’s listening and look back at them, biting your lip

‘pretty fucking amazing’

they shout and cheer and you slap them playfully telling them to calm down

‘i’ll tell you more about it later, now shoo.’

you make your way back into the office, a playful and slightly embarrassed smile on your face as you feel tom’s eyes watching your every move

he scoots over next to you when you’ve settled in your seat and you can feel his minty, tea flavored breath tickling your neck ‘so did you tell them about how you sat on my––’

‘shut up!’

he cackles and slides his way back to his desk

you’re walking down the hallway later on when you bump into a familiar face

‘oh hi harrison’

he lights up when he sees you ‘haven’t spoken to you in ages, y/n how are you? heard you and tom finally got together, about time––he’s been moaning about you for months now’

you can’t help but smile knowingly at the fact that he’d told his friend all about it just like you did

and speak of the devil, tom comes strolling in out of nowhere, and walks up to you and haz in the hallway

you can’t help the smirk on your face when you see him and he immediately knows something is up

‘what did this div tell you?’

and your smirk turns into a grin, ‘oh nothing, just how you’ve been obsessing over me for months now,’ the glint in your eyes brightens and tom turns to glare at his friend

‘right,’ harrison speaks up, laughing, ‘well i’ve got things to do, you know sports to coach or whatever so i’ll leave you to it!’ before running off

you get tom’s attention again, a teasing sing-song tone to your voice, ‘you’ve had a crush on me’

he smirks down at you, his hands sliding down to your waist, ‘don’t act like i didn’t see the way you would look at me, darling.’ he grabs your ass subtly, and you gasp as he presses you closer to him ‘we both had it bad.’

‘now be a good girl and get to class.’ he walks off leaving you there gaping like a fish, your cheeks heating up as students start crowding in

‘thomas!’

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #enemies to lovers #tom holland hc #tom holland headcanon #teacher!tom holland #teacher!tom holland x reader #teacher!tom holland x teacher!reader

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Hi!

I read your rewrite from start to finish a few weeks ago, and kept forgetting to give you the compliments due to such great work! You tied up so many loose ends so wonderfully (especially Shadowclan! And Tall's actions at that climax really set up his future leadership beautifully), and your depiction of abuse was so astute and raw it really stuck with me. I love how fleshed out Windclan is, from politics to relationships (platonic and not) and anything in between. I recommended this to a friend frustrated with the latest book release, I hope they enjoy it as much as I did! <3

One tiny tidbit that's stayed in mind - if I recall (can't go back and check right now oop), Talltail was given the nane Tallkit with the specific understanding he would likely be named Talltail as a Warrior, with this being an old tradition. Are any other cats named similarly, or similar traditions in other Clans? It's a really cool idea and justification for some of the weirder canon names (who names a mostly-white kitten with black toes Blackkit unless it's definitely being named Blackfoot later?), and if it's alright with you I'd love to borrow the idea for my own writing! <3

Thank you!! I'm very glad you enjoyed reading!

For starters, yes you are definitely free to take inspiration from the idea that these predetermined prefix/suffix combos come from an old tradition, but I admit I only did it with a fairly negative reasoning in mind--that being since the suffix is the part of the name a cat typically earns themselves based on their own skills/personality/merits, Sandstone choosing a name that would predetermine the suffix was just another extension of him projecting his own ideals onto his kit at the expense of Talltail’s individuality, etc... I’ve actually never been a fan of names like this where the prefix is clearly predetermining the suffix (such as with Blackfoot, like you mentioned). I always felt it was really unfair to the apprentice to take away their opportunity to earn their own name. Talltail is the only cat in the allegiances with a name like this, as in my world this style of naming has fallen out of favor for that reason. With the exception I suppose of Clawface and Brokentail, but that’s a slightly different circumstance, although it stems from the same tradition. Injury-related names are chosen by the cat themselves upon reaching warriorhood rather then chosen for them by parents, hence why those characters have normal names, Buzzardpaw and Darkpaw, while apprentices. They at least had an opportunity to earn a normal name.

For where the tradition started across the clans, I hope you don't mind I'm taking this ask as an excuse to ramble a little about how I imagined the naming system origins because it's something I have fun thinking about! I never fully worked out every detail but I have had the rough shape of it floating around my head for a while

So, I don't envision the old style of names as a WindClan specific tradition, but a relic from the early early days of the clans, before they were officially clans as we know them, and were only just starting to organize themselves into small groups. I think the two-part naming style first began as nicknames, and were pretty much always referencing some literal visual aspect of the cat for a couple reasons:

1: these were rough times where no one had agreed upon codes, little medical training, and there were a lot of desperate cats with a kill-or-be-killed mindset. Ironically, many started referring to each other by blunt simplistic nicknames to avoid growing too personal with cats who you could reasonably expect to be dead any day, to spare themselves grief. You'd know a handful of cats by their scent and appearance and had short-lived tentative alliances with them. It was a courtesy then to not ask for real names. If you needed to address someone, or more likely if you needed to warn your allies about a potential dangerous cat who hunted nearby, it was better to just refer to them as “the white cat with the black tail” or “the pale cat with the dark stripes” (eventually short handed to things like “Black Tailed” and “Dark Striped” for simplicity.)

2: This reason is a little more silly but everyone is a former loner who isn't used to having to keep track of so many neighbors, and no one can remember all these new names, so it helps if their name is a literal visual part of them.

but mostly, I think the reason these names stuck around and became important is when they turned into something of a status symbol. You didn't choose the name yourself, it was made up by someone (often your enemies actually) and passed around by others, and that would only happen if you made yourself notable. like “having a visual-signifier nickname like this is a sign that you’ve become a cat that allies and rivals alike need to remember on sight, for their own sake” and you know, that's a very attractive concept to a bunch of cats who pride themselves on being tough. Battle scar nicknames were very common, as you can imagine, and were probably the most desirable as it made a cat look battle-hardened (those sorts of names are the most common way for old traditional names to carry on in modern day.) Thus what started as simple unofficial nicknames for the sake of easier communication eventually carried this...sort of romanticized sentiment with them. The better hunter/fighter you are, the more cats will have to take note of you and pass a name along to warn about you. The worst thing to be was a cat of so little consequence that nobody ever had cause to recognize you, you were effectively invisible, and that meant you probably weren't very impressive and no one would ally with you. These cats all desperately wanted to be remembered (a sentiment that persists in clan culture today what with how StarClan works, running mostly on the power of remembrance) if only so they could justify that all the suffering they were going through with trying to survive wasn’t for nothing. Thus being “named” by your peers, assuring you were recognized by appearance, was like...demanding that your face be remembered in the world, even if it wasn’t for good reasons. Eventually these simple nicknames became more important to the cats in the forest then their birth names (provided they had birth names in the first place. If they did, no one remembered them because nobody shared them)

When the clans officially formed and everyone started promising to kill each other less and value the lives of every cat in their group, the tradition was more cemented. The association of “this sort of name=importance” was firm in everyone’s mind, and so the leaders made sure that all their members had a nickname, as a symbol that they were all important and remembered already by merit of being part of a clan, and their names(/worth) shouldn’t be determined by their rivals. For a while those given nicknames may have been secondary names alongside a birth name, sort of like a last name (So, if Firestar had come into a clan in those times he probably would have been called something like "Rusty Flame-Furred"). At some point I suppose the nicknames became the only names

When -kit and -paw later became a tradition to separate kittens apart, the prefix that the parents give carries the memory of this--a word they feel is fitting to describe their kit appearance-wise (even if in a more colorful or metaphorical way), and the suffix represents the skills/personality/etc you develop and become known for on your own terms. Of course, there aren’t any hard rules about naming so no one is forced to follow that exactly

As for why Sandstone decided to choose a name closer to a nickname a cat might have gotten in those early days, he may have wanted to make a quiet statement with it. It’s a very notable name because most cats today wouldn’t have one like that, so it draws attention. There’s probably some level of boomer-type sentiment like “back in those days cats had to prove they were tough and could survive long enough to become a threat before they were deigned worthy of any name, therefore those types of names were better.” Maybe he thinks the abstract and metaphorical suffixes that are becoming more popular in the clans now defeats the purpose of why they had these names in the first place-- so they could be easily remembered by others, and more importantly by enemies. Or perhaps he just hated the idea of Heatherstar having any say in what his sons name might be so he thought it was better for him to determine one rather then her.

#ask #sorry this took so long to answer! ^^'#i wrote out a long response and then resized the tumblr window in my browser and it just. suddenly insta deleted everything i wrote #that was fun #then it got put in my drafts and i spaced it #yarrow speaks #naming system #world building #long post #this was actually similiar to how i used to envision the naming practices starting in canon too #before DotC came in and kicked my sandbox over #warrior cats

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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka.

(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)

(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)

Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.

On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.

Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)

In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj

(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)

Okay okay I'll get back to it!

So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).

Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.

Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK

While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!

Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.

Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)

Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out.

As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):

"Unit! Are you back in the game?"

"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"

"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"

"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"

"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"

There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I do feel better."

That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)

To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.

After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:

Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!!

Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.

Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain?

And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.

In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."

But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.

It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.

And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them so much man.

#the felix talk #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #HDMSGDMDGSJSGEH #3.0+1.0 spoilers

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