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Don’t Judge Him by Who He Is (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by Anonymous- hiii!! could i have a arthur harrow x reader fic where she is Steven's friend and meet arthur in at the museum in the egypt wing. They could start knowing each other and going out on dates and bla bla bla but one day Steven discovers about their relationship and tries to warn her about who he really is

A/N- I went all in to writing this and went overboard with the story. Anon I hope you like this. I really worked hard writing this for you. Enjoy reading ;)

Warnings: Fluffy moments, some angst, and some language

Citrus Scale: 🍎

W.C+: 12K

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“Morning there (Y/N). Busy day today,” J.B. called from behind the security desk, when you passed by him. He wasn’t kidding at all, half of the museum was full today. Most of the groups were filled with school kids on a field trip. “Looks like you're going to have your hands full today eh love,” a cheery voice pops up from behind you, making you jump out of your skin. Turning around with a hand over your heart to see your best friend/co-worker Steven Grant standing there with a coffee in one hand and holding onto his book bag from the strap with the other.

“Steven, don't surprise me like that. You very well know that I don’t like it whenever you pop up out of nowhere and get a good scare out of me,” scalding at your best friend. Steven snorted out a laugh. He loves sneaking up on you, whenever you aren't looking over your shoulder most of the time. Patting you on the shoulder, Steven gave you a big smile. “Just keeping you on your toes (Y/N). Off to work then love,” he waved as he went past you. You rolled your eyes and followed right behind him into the museum.

Steven always finds a way for you to smile. The two of you became great buds when you started working at the museum. He worked in the museum gift shop and did the inventory, while you worked as a museum tour guide. You enjoyed giving tours around the Egyptian wing, telling stories and facts about the exhibits on display there. Seeing their little faces light up with joy and watching their jaws drop wide open, upon looking at what display they were looking at. You were great at your job. Seeing Steven every day at the gift shop, while you talked about who the gods and goddesses were and what roles they played in Egyptian mythology.

“Better have your good shoes on today (Y/N). You’re going to get a lot of walkies,” Steven said, not looking up at you from his locker, once you finally entered the break room located near the back of the building. He wasn’t kidding about that either, with all those school kids coming in today. It was a good thing you decided to wear your running shoes to work. After placing your bag into your locker, you pulled out the dark navy blue blazer and name tag. Pulling the blazer over your shoulders and buttoning it up, you then pinned your name tag on the left blazer flap like you usually do everyday straightening it up. You quite loved your name tag, since it was designed as a golden scarab with its wings flared out. Now it was time to get to work. After exiting the break room, you went across over towards where the time clock was to punch in for the day. Once you’ve punched in, you went back towards the Egyptian wing to start the first tour of school kids for the morning.

“Good morning everybody,” you waved as you walked up to the first group of school kids for the morning tour, “my name is Miss (Y/N) and I’ll be your museum tour guide for the day.” All of them said hello back, with smiles spreading across their little faces. Smiling back at them, you clapped your hands together, “Alrighty then, shall we begin our adventure into ancient Egypt?” All of them agreed in unison, excited for it to begin. You couldn’t help yourself, but giggle and smile to see the whole group full of energy for today. “Okay everybody it’s time to begin our exciting adventure.”

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You were having the time of your life with the group. Answering all their questions about the exhibits on display and telling them stories and facts about their history in ancient Egypt. Seeing their faces light up with joy, as they stared wide eyed at the various items you’ve talked about. All of them were captivated and awed at what the items were used during the ancient times of the ruling kings and queens. At this point in the tour, you’ve come upon the Egyptian gods and goddesses that were painted on each of the columns shown on the display. Telling them each of their names and what roles they’ve played in Egyptian mythology. Still, they were amazed at the stories you’ve told them so far on their field trip today. Brightening their minds with each single word you spoke.

As your tour was nearing the end of the afternoon, one of the boys in the group raised his hand high up into the air and spotted him right away. You gave him the go ahead to talk. “Miss (Y/N), what’s that strange looking creature over there,” he asked, pointing towards the one column in the middle. You looked over and immediately saw what he was asking about. “Oh that one there is known as Ammit. She has the head of a crocodile, front of a lion, and the hindquarters of a hippopotamus. Ammit is also known as the devourer of the dead or a soul eater. The most interesting fact about Ammit is that she is associated with the time of judgment.”

Now this really caught their attention. Several of the kids in the group o’d at this interesting fact about Ammit. Then one of the girls towards the back of the group raised her hand up, “what do you mean ‘soul eater’ Miss (Y/N),” she asked with a curious voice. You were quite surprised by her question about Ammit’s role in the underworld.

“The reason she was called ‘soul eater’ is because when the ba, otherwise known as the soul, is deemed unworthy to travel onwards into the afterlife, Ammit devours the soul whole. She sat by the scales of Ma’at, judging those who are deemed unworthy by them.” The kids in the group gasped with excitement, taking in this new information that they’ve learned. Lifting your left arm to look at your wrist watch, you noticed it was twenty after 1, meaning the tour was over. “Alrighty everyone, this is where we finish our tour for the day. Thank you very much for coming today. It was very delightful to be your tour guide. Thank you again and have a very nice day.” Everybody waved and said goodbye to you as they began to leave the museum.

“Enjoying it aren’t you,” you heard Steven calling from the gift shop. Resting his head in his hand, leaning over on top of the counter. A great big smile across his face. He was correct about that. You loved giving tours to people visiting the museum. Mainly Steven knew more than you did about ancient Egypt. However, you did hand it to him for helping you learn more for your job. You couldn’t help it but smile back at Steven.

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The rest of the afternoon went over smoothly with your other tour groups. Answering more and more questions that were thrown your way. Most of them were quite intrigued with the stories about the gods and goddesses, when you talked about them. Getting attention from each person in the tour group.

Basically you felt out of breath after talking for so long to them. Everybody seemed excited whenever you got to the good parts of the stories. Still you couldn’t stop thinking about the first group of school kids, asking who Ammit was displayed on the column. Quite frankly, you were very surprised that they wanted to know who Ammit was. You’ve never talked about her that much during the tours.

As you finished the last tour of the day, the afternoon sunlight began to shift over towards evening. Groups of visitors began to exit through the museum front doors, as it was nearing closing time. The sunlight began to fade away into the night at last. The museum lights began to start up, covering every inch of the place. Steven wasn’t kidding about the ‘walkies’, since your feet were very sore from walking and standing around today. Stretching your legs out at last, after entering the break room to grab your stuff.

Unlatching the lock from your locker, you began to take off your name tag and blazer. Folding the blazer up nicely and placing the name tag on top of it. Grabbing your bag from the locker and then gently putting the blazer and nametag back inside. After latching the lock back up, you slung both your arms into the bag straps and secured them onto your shoulders. You then made your way over to the time clock to punch out for the night. Heading back to the Egyptian wing to get to exit through the lobby entrance, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet it is now inside of the museum. Very erriely horror movie, quiet. You were pretty much used to it whenever your shift ended.

The only thing left to do before leaving was to go say goodnight to Steven, since he was doing the inventory again tonight. Once you’ve stepped up to the gift shop counter, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he went to the back already to get started. Besides, you're really tired from walking all day long on your feet. All you wanted to do was grab something to eat, take a nice hot shower, and get some peaceful sleep.

Then all of a sudden, you heard movement from behind you. At first you thought it was Steven coming back, but when you turned around it wasn’t him at all. It was another man and you didn’t recognize him either. He was just standing there, looking at one of the columns of the gods and goddesses. Oddly enough it was after museum hours and the tours ended around 4:30. The other thing was that J.B. left early as usual, before the night guard came in for the graveyard shift. Not wanting to startle the man, you decided to go over to confront him. Slowly you managed to come up silently next to him.

“Excuse me sir. You shouldn’t be here at all. It’s after museum hours. I’m going to ask-” ''Beautiful creature isn’t she?” He asked, interrupting you before you could finish. At first you didn’t know what he was talking about, until you turned to face the column he was looking at. It was the image of Ammit. You couldn’t help yourself, but look upon the goddess herself. Though the column was worn and cracked from age, Ammit was displayed beautifully. She may be the devourer of souls, you were quite fascinated by the goddess.

“Yes, Ammit is a beautiful creature,” agreeing with him. “I apologize for startling you Miss. I was just admiring the exhibit underneath the light.” You turned back to face him. He was wearing a gray button down shirt, dark brown pants, and woven sandals. Medium length brown hair with several strands of gray showing, resting upon his shoulders. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Glowing brightly underneath the museum lights. In his hands was a cane, but one you’ve never seen before. On the handle grip, were two silver crocodiles with a purplish hue to them. It looked like a costume made from the design.

“I couldn’t help myself, but listen to you talk about who Ammit was to the group of children earlier today.” His voice was quite soft as he spoke. You felt your heart skip a beat or two, ”you were listening to me talking to my tour group?”

He gave a soft, warm chuckle, “yes I was. I was quite fascinated by the way you talked to them about Ammit. It’s such a rare thing to see them learn about the devourer of souls.” You nodded your head in agreement. “It’s very difficult to talk about her, since nobody really knows who Ammit really is in Egyptian mythology. I was quite surprised when one of the kids from the group asked about her. I rarely speak about Ammit, since people don’t ask about her or any of the other gods and goddesses.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s very sad to hear. It’s quite rare to ever talk about Ammit herself. Nobody even knows about her either.” He was very correct on that. Hardly anybody doesn’t know about Ammit. After a few moments of silence, you lifted your wrist up to look at your watch. Fuck, it was 10:38 now. You had to get out here now since it was getting late.

“Sir, excuse me but it’s getting late now and it’s time for us to go now.” Giving him an awkward smile and gesturing to him to walk out with you. “Oh I’m sorry. I’ve completely forgotten that time flies by fast,” as you started to walk, he followed behind. The end of his cane tapping against the smooth marble floor, echoing in the hollow and silent wing of the museum. Tap tap tap tap tap, it went as you walked next to one another. You were quite confused about how he stayed after closing hours, since the museum always closes at 6:00 PM sharp. Besides that, you’ve never seen him before at the museum or any of your tours.

As you reached the single unlocked door for museum employees that worked during the night, you went over to it, pushing the handle down, and opening the door up. It swung open outside of the building. After going out first, you held the door open for him. Once he was out of the doorway, you slowly closed the door and after it was shut, you heard a click indicating it closed all the way. The night was crisp and humid out, with the moon peeking out of some scattered clouds. Breathing in the fresh late night air.

“Well, thank you very much for walking out with me. It’s been awhile since somebody did that for me.” Giving you a nice warm smile. You smiled back at him, “you’re very welcome sir.”

“I must be off then. I fear that I wandered too far today. Thank you again Miss,” he turned with cane in hand and began to head down the street. “Wait a minute sir,” you started after him, “do you want any help getting home? It’s quite late to be walking alone at nighttime.” Turning around on his heel to face you, “don’t worry my dear. I’ll get there on my own. Good night.” Waving his hand at you and then turned back around to continue walking down the street. The sound of his cane tapping the stone ground began to fade further and further, echoing in the empty streets.

He was quite nice to you. Talking about Ammit for a moment and then walking out with him the next. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you won’t see him ever again or will you?

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Several days passed by after that night. When you told Steven the day after it happened, all he had to say was, “maybe he wanted to talk with somebody about Ammit, since she's rarely talked about during your daily tours.” He wasn’t wrong about that. You’ve never talked about or mention Ammit during your tours. Still you couldn’t let the image of the man out of your head for days.

Today was a slow one, after all the school field trips you’ve had in the past week. At least things returned back to normal for your tours. “Hey Steven,” you walked up to the gift shop counter, placing your hands on top, “if you’re not busy tonight, do you want to get something to eat? I’m buying.” Steven winced after you asked him. “Oh I’m very sorry love. I’ve got inventory again late tonight. How about another time.” He gave you an awkward smile, trying not to hurt your feelings. “Yeah another time could work,” you said with a sad smile and walked off.

Now, both of your jobs weren’t very easy for one another. You two always started at the same time every day, but got off at different times after closing hours. However you did stop by from time to time during the daytime to check up on Steven.

Clearing your mind now, it was time to get your first tour of the day started. You stood in the entrance to the Egyptian wing, waiting for your tour group to come greet you this morning. Looking over your shoulder at the gift shop, you see Steven rummaging through a bin of plushies to restock. “Excuse me Miss, are you my tour guide for today?” Turning your head back to see who it was, both of your eyes widened by surprise.

Standing in front of you was the man from several days ago. Today he was wearing a dark brown button down shirt, a beige coat, and dark gray pants. He was still wearing the woven sandals he had on that day. His hair was brushed back neatly and tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes were caught in the light once again, glowing ever so brightly towards you. In his hands was the same cane with the crocodile handles.

“Oh my god it’s you. You were the gentleman from several days ago.” He chuckled and smiled, nodding his head. “What are you doing back here?” You were quite confused now, seeing him standing in front you today. But what did he want from you? “Well I was in the neighborhood and decided to come here for the day. I’m going to be your tour group for the day.” Wow, this is the first time that you have only one person for your tour for today and it was him.

“Just you today sir,” you asked in an awkward polite voice. He nodded his head yes, with his bright smile still on his face. “Yes, just myself today as your tour group.” You felt your heart flutter like a little bird inside of your chest. You begin to feel really nervous at this point, but you stay calm. Clearing your mind out, so that you can officially start your one person tour for the day.

“Before we get started on our tour today, I believe that both of us should introduce ourselves to one another,” you held out your right hand in between him and yourself, “I’m (Y/N) and I’ll be your tour guide for the day. And you are?” He continued to smile at you and reached his right hand out, gripping onto yours very firmly. His skin felt rough, but soft. “My name’s Arthur. Arthur Harrow Miss (Y/N).” You felt your face blush from his soft voice. After a few moments, you removed your hand from his and placed it back beside you.

“Well then, let’s begin our adventure into ancient Egypt.” Holding your arms out at the entrance of the Egyptian wing. Arthur chuckled, walking towards the entrance with his cane tapping against the floor. You then followed alongside him.

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It felt like you talked on for hours and hours about the whole wing to Arthur. Catching your breath at any second from time to time, so that you didn’t pass out from exhaustion. It looked like Arthur was enjoying every minute of you talking.

Going on and on about the exhibits and what their stories were in Egypt. You couldn’t contain yourself from excitement, when the two of you got to the columns displaying the gods and goddesses. Aruthr was listening very closely and carefully as you talked about each of them. Who they were, their roles, and how they were described through the images painted onto the columns. Finally you get to the last one on the center column: Ammit.

At this point, all you wanted to do was talk about Ammit to Arthur. You went into more detail than you did with the group of students that day. Describing every single detail of her and she played into judging those who can and cannot pass into the afterlife. Devouring their souls one by one as they crossed through. You saw his blue eyes brighten up on how much you knew about Ammit. Watching your hands move around, describing every detail there was about the devourer of souls.

“It’s quite interesting how Ammit used the scales of Ma’at. Sitting next to them, judging those who pass through if they are deemed worthy to enter into the afterlife. Those you aren’t deemed worthy to pass, their souls are devoured whole.” You felt your heart racing fast in your chest, forming a lump in your throat from all the talking. Arthur stood there, leaning onto his cane with both hands. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It felt like you were enchanting him with your sweet voice, as you talked all the way through the tour. After you were finished talking, your throat felt dry now. Then Arthur began to clap his hands together, the sound echoing off of the walls of the wing. You were being applauded for your work well done. Nobody has ever applauded what you do here as a museum tour guide.

“Bravo my dear girl, bravo.” Placing his cane back into his hands and starting to walk over where you were by a few steps. “I’ve never seen such dedication and wonderful storytelling in my entire life. You have something special with you.” You couldn’t help yourself, but blush at his heartwarming comment. He was correct on the dedication part, seeing how you took time telling the stories about the exhibits around the whole wing of the museum.

“Thank you Mr. Harrow. That really means so much to me and my job here as a museum tour guide.” You were about to say something else, when the museum intercom system binged overhead. “Attention all museum guests. The museum will be closing in thirty minutes. I repeat, the museum will be closing in thirty minutes.” J.B.’s voice faded away after the intercom clicked off. Your eyes immediately darted towards your wrist watch. Fuck, it was 5:30 PM already. It was no wonder that your throat felt dry and your feet and legs were aching, because you were talking for seven hours. On top of that, you didn’t eat lunch either.

Cutting into the short silence, your empty stomach growled. Both you and your special guest were caught off guard by the surprising sound. You felt quite embarrassed in front of him now. “I’m very sorry about that. I completely forgot that I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning.” He nodded his head in agreement, “it’s quite alright my dear. Time flies by really fast. I don’t blame you for it.”

Looking back at your wrist watch, you also noticed that your tour was officially over for the day. Your tours usually end in-between 4 and 4:30. Your stomach growled much louder this time, telling you it was time to eat something. “Well, our tour for the day is over now. Thank you for coming over and being the only person in my tour group for the day Mr. Harrow. It’s a pleasure having someone to talk to about Egypt. I’ve never had anybody to talk to about it either. This is a very rare experience for me.”

“A very rare experience indeed Miss (Y/N). I’ve had the most wonderful time being in your group today. Being able to listen to you tell stories about Egypt and talk about Ammit most of the time, is such a treat.” Your guest felt very happy. It looks like you made his day. Then you heard another growl, but this time it was coming from him. He was more surprised by the familiar sound. “Looks like I need to eat too. All I had this morning was a glass of water and an apple.” At this point, the both of you were hungry. That’s when an idea popped into your head.

“Do you want something to eat? There’s a restaurant several blocks from the museum. I was going to grab something after I get off work.” Lacing your fingers together and biting your lower lip, waiting for an answer. It took a moment or two, but after a few seconds of silence he nodded his head. “Yes that sounds perfect to me,” tapping his cane a few times on the floor. You smiled in response, “alright, I need to get something done first before I leave. Is it okay if you wait for me here?”

He nodded his head yes again and you gave him two thumbs up. “Okay, I’ll be right back. So please don’t wander off anywhere else in here. The museum’s a whole labyrinth,” you started to walk towards the backroom, when you spotted Steven at the gift shop counter. It looked like he was going over a check list. Seeing him fiddle with the pen between his fingers. Going through the doorway and into the backroom, you walked up to the time clock on the wall, and began to punch out for the day.

After that, you went into the break room to your locker. Once you’ve unlatched the lock and opened the door, you pull the blazer off of your shoulders, and fold it back up. Pulling your bag out of the locker and then placing the blazer back in. Latching the lock once more, you swung the straps over your shoulders. The only thing left was to check up on Steven before you leave.

As you walked back out, you spotted your friend sitting on a bench near the entrance of the wing. At least he didn’t wander off, where you couldn’t find him. Walking over to the counter and looking over it, you spotted Steven bent over a box trying to take an arm full of plushies out. After standing back up, he turned around and saw you leaning over with your arms on the counter.

“Getting off early I see (Y/N). Slow day for you?” A hint of sweetness coming from his voice. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Seeing his arms overflowing with plushies of Taweret. “Yeah it was slow. I really entertained my one person tour group today. I believe he really enjoyed his time with me.” Steven was surprised a bit by what you said. He hardly sees you with only one person in your tour group. Usually your groups consist of tourists, locals, and most of the time school kids.

“Well I better get going now Steven. Do you want me to bring you something to eat later? I can drop it off if you want me to,” Steven shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll get something after I get the inventory finished for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Waving a good-bye to you. Lifting your arms off the counter, you also waved good-bye to him, ”alright, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then Steven. Laters Gators.”

“Laters (Y/N),” Steven called out as you walked away, waving at him again. As you were approaching the entrance to the wing, your guest turned his head around and smiled. “Ready to go now. We better get going before the guests start to exit through the front doors.” He nodded his head in response. Then he slowly stands up, with his cane lifting the rest of his body off of the bench.

“Yes we should. I’m starving. Can’t wait anymore,” chuckling a bit. He wasn’t kidding about that, both of you were hungry for something to eat. You allowed him to go first and then followed right behind. The sound of his cane tapping against the smooth floor, echoing softly against the walls and glass ceiling. As you approached the front doors, the intercom system came back on, “Attention all museum guests. The museum will be closing in fifteen minutes. I repeat the museum will be closing in fifteen minutes.”

Several guests were exiting one by one through the doors. After the last person went through, you turned back to J.B. and waved. “See you tomorrow J.B.. Drive safely.” He waved back at you, “will do (Y/N). See you in the morning.” Turning back now, your guest went through the doors first and you followed right behind him again. After both of you got outside, the sun began to shift towards evening. The warm late afternoon air was quite refreshing. “So, what’s the name of the restaurant we’re going to?”

“Antonio’s. Best restaurant in the area. Great place to grab a bite to eat around here.” You pointed down the street and started to walk. He followed alongside you. A gentle breeze blew through the trees as the two of you walked down the brick sidewalk. You felt it against your cool skin, after being inside for almost the whole day. You turned your head to look at your friend. The breeze was slowly blowing through his hair. Seeing the brown and gray strands dance around. You walked beside him most of the time, making sure you kept up with him. Whoever he was, you’ve never recognized him before at all.

Never seen him on your other tours, in the museum, or any place here on the streets. But he seemed quite nice towards you. It seemed like he really enjoyed his time with you as his tour guide. Talking all about ancient Egypt for almost the whole day was quite an experience. Even talking about all the gods and goddesses. You’ve never seen somebody get really excited with the Goddess Ammit. It was quite sad that nobody knew who she was and not being talked about most of the time. At least you’ve found him talking about her that night you spotted him at the columns.

It took about twenty minutes and several blocks for you to get to the restaurant. The moment the two of you walked up to the building, the smell of freshly cooked food wafted out through the front doors. “Well here we are. Antonio’s. Has the greatest pasta dishes and bread stickers around here.” Turning to face him again. He looked over at you and smiled. His blue eyes sparkling. “This place looks great. Can’t wait to eat.”

Walking up the short stairs with his cane, he opened the right door up for you. “Ladies first Miss (Y/N).” You couldn’t help yourself, but giggled at his polite gesture towards you. You whispered a thank you to him and he bowed his head in response. Once the two of you were inside, the smell of the food was getting stronger. The restaurant wasn’t quite full, but there were several families and couples eating here for the evening.

A waitress was standing behind the podium towards the entrance into the dining area. Hanging on the half wall behind her was a blackboard, with the day’s specials written in different colors. Though all of them looked good, you couldn’t pick out the one to eat tonight. The pit of your stomach felt so empty, it’s like you could eat a whole buffet. Not going to wait another second, the two of you walked up to the podium. The waitress looked up from what she was doing and smiled as you came up.

“Welcome to Antonio’s. How can I help you?” Her voice sounded very sweet. “A table for two please,” you said, holding two fingers up. She nodded her head. Turning around, she picked up two menus and two napkins bundles with eating utensils wrapped inside. “Follow me please,” she headed into the dining area and then you and your guest followed right behind the waitress. After a few moments, she picked a table over by a window and then placed the menus and napkin bundles across from each other.

You allowed your special guest to pick his seat first. He chose the right side of the table. After he pulled the chair out, he placed his cane on the edge of it. Then he took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. You shrugged off your bag and placed it in an empty space underneath the left side of the table. After you were finally seated, you picked the menu in front of you to look at the selection of drinks. “So, what would you like to drink?” Pulling out a small notepad and pen from her apron.

“I’ll have raspberry lemonade and a glass of ice water please,” looking up from the menu. “And for you sir?” Turning her head towards your guest after writing down your drink order. “Just a glass of ice water with a lemon wedge please and thank you.” Scribbling down the order, she placed the pen and notepad back into her apron and then left the two of you alone to get your drinks. Then the two of you turned back to face each other.

“So, Mr. Harrow why-,” you were cut short when he raised a hand up. “No, please just call me Arthur.” Alright, Arthur it is then. “Okay. Arthur, why did you decide to come over for a tour today?” Arthur chuckled. “The reason I came to the museum today was to see you.” You felt your heart skip a beat just now. He came to see you. Only you. “You came over to see me. Why?”

“I wanted to see what you do. When I was there that day we met, I heard you talking to the group of school children. The way you told stories to them about a whole culture is quite astonishing to say. I couldn’t help but overhear you talk about Ammit to them.” Turning his head to look out the window. Blue eyes tracing the reflecting lights coming from the street. Then the waitress came back with your drinks. Handing yours first and then handing Arthur his ice water, with the lemon wedge on the rim of the glass. She then took out a few straws from her apron, handing two to you and one to him.

“Okay what do you want,” pulling the notepad and pen out again. Turning your attention to the menu, your eyes scanned down to see what you wanted to get. After a few moments of looking, you found what you wanted. “I’ll have the chicken basil parmesan cheese and pennie with a side of garlic bread sticks.” After writing down your order, she turned over to Arthur now. “And for you sir?” Turning his head away from the window and pointing a finger down the frost of the menu.

“For me, I’ll have the veggie pasta special with a side salad.” Writing the rest of the order down, the two of you handed the menus back to her, and she walked off to give your order to the kitchen. Grabbing the two straws from the table, you take the paper wrapping off, and place each one into the drink glasses. Picking the glass with the raspberry lemonade up, you placed your lips onto the straw, and took several sips. The sweet liquid slithering down your dry throat and filling your nostrils with a delightful scent.

After placing the glass back onto the table, you looked back up to see Arthur rolling his sleeves up. On both of his wrists were metal bands. As he rolled up his right sleeve, something caught the corner of your eye. “Excuse me Arthur, what is that on your arm there?” Raising his head back up at you, a smile tugged upon his lips and placed his arm onto the table to show you.

It was a tattoo of two crocodile heads, holding a scale in their mouths. The two heads looked like his cane, except the scales weren’t there. “This is my dedication to Ammit,” tracing two fingers over the detailed image on his arm, “I’ve fallen in deep love with the goddess herself. I know I must sound crazy to you (Y/N), but I’m devoted to her.”

You just sat there. Looking upon his tattoo. The black ink image looked so beautiful. “The scales. Aren’t those the scales of Ma’at?” You asked, arching a brow. He nodded his head, “yes it is. I wanted it to represent her with the scales.” Arthur was correct about that. Ammit using the scales to judge those who are deemed unworthy to pass into the afterlife. You yourself wished to see how the scales were used by Ammit. Wanting to watch them judge the souls.

“I couldn’t help myself but think about you (Y/N). Not wanting to stop forgetting how kind you were to me that night.” His blue eyes gazing into yours. “Seeing you there made my heart skip a beat. Wanting to talk with you and see what you see everyday when you talk. It’s quite the gift you have. Use it as it was given to you” He wasn’t lying about that at all. If it weren’t for that job offer for the position, you didn’t know what to do there. With his arm still on the table in front of you, you yourself wanted to touch the tattoo itself. “Go ahead. It’s okay,” his voice came out in a soft whisper. As you reached out with your hand, he moved his hand to his chest. Upon placing your delegate fingers upon his arm, his skin felt so smooth and warm. The tips of your finger grazing softly against the welcoming feeling. The image felt so real as you passed over it. A small gasp escaping from your lips.

After a few moments of looking at it, the waitress came back with a tray with your food and a tray holder underneath the other arm. You removed your fingers from his arm and retracted your hand to your side. Arthur took his arm off the table, quickly covering the tattoo. She opened and placed the tray holder in front of the table. As she placed the tray down, the smell of the warm food filled your nostrils with delight.

“Here is your chicken parmesan cheese pennie, with garlic bread sticks,” placing your plate in front of you first. The hot steam rising up wafted across your nose. “And for you sir, your veggie pasta special and a side salad.” He whispered a thank you to her, after carefully placing his plate and bowl on the table. Then she took the empty tray off of the holder and folded it up. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

As she walked away, you grabbed your napkin bundle and unwrapped the utensils from it. Placing the fork, knife, and spoon onto the table, you carefully put the cloth napkin onto your lap. Arthur did the same thing, placing and tucking the napkin on his lap. Not waiting a moment longer anymore, it was time to dig in.

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As the two of you ate your dinner, you were starting to get to know one another. Talking about where you’re from, what you like, and all the above. Arthur listened to you, while eating his salad. You’ve never had someone listen to you talk about your personal life. It felt like you were missing something like that. Arthur had quite the life for himself.

“So, you live in a community area?” He nodded his head, while he wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Yes and I run it too. Taking in those who have nowhere to go. Open for anybody who wants to stay.” Taking another bite of his salad. “Where is it exactly, because I believe that I’ve passed by it before many times, but forgotten where.”

“It’s an hour and a half walk from this place and two hours from the museum.” You were quite shocked at this point on how far he lives away from the museum. As the two of you finished eating your meal, the waitress came back with the check in her hand and placed it onto the table next to you. “Whenever you are ready,” you looked up at her and nodded. Then the two of you handed over the empty plates to her carefully. She left the table with plates in hand and took them to the kitchen.

You opened your bag up to take your wallet out. Taking out your card from the middle pocket, you grabbed the check, and then placed the card in with the check. Placing the check back next to you, Arthur was sipping down the last of his ice water. Licking his lips. Slowly lifting his head up, his eyes caught yours. The blue color danced once again in the light. They were so strangely beautiful, but yet enchanting.

The waitress came by the table and picked up the check with your card inside. Arthur rested his chin upon his hand, leaning on his elbow on top of the table staring at you. You didn’t know what it was but it seemed that he was daydreaming about something. Still you couldn’t help but continue to look at his scale tattoo of Ammit. Before you could say anything, the waitress came back one final time, with the check and your card in hand.

“I hope you two enjoyed your evening. Have a good night and please come again,” placing the check onto the table for the last time and walking back up to the front, leaving the two of you alone. After removing the card from the check, you slid the card back into the middle pocket, and grabbed two twenty dollar bills for the tip. Placing them underneath the check, making sure nobody else saw it. “Ready to go Arthur, it’s getting late now,” looking at your wrist watch. 9:40 it read.

“Yes I am,” Arthur pushed his chair out, getting up to grab his coat and cane off of the back. Once you were out of your chair, you grabbed your bag from beneath the table and then slid your shoulders in the straps. Arthur slid his arms through the sleeves of his coat, gently tugging it onto his shoulders. Grabbing a hold of his cane, he led the way out of the dining area and you followed right behind him.

After exiting through the doors, the nighttime air felt very welcoming to the both of you. “Well Miss (Y/N), thank you very much for dinner. I quite enjoyed dining with you this evening.” You gave him a nice warm smile. “You’re very welcome Arthur. It was my treat to you.” He chuckled very sweetly at your comment.

“Do you mind walking home with me Miss (Y/N)?” You stared at Arthur for a moment. This came as a surprise to you when that question popped from his lips. “Excuse me?” Were the only two words that popped out from your lips. “I’m asking if you want to walk with me back to my place. I just want some company with me. Besides, it's nearly 10 and I got up early this morning.” It was true, you also got up early this morning.

“Sure, I love to Arthur,” a smile tugged upon your lips. Arthur smiled back and held his arm out. You linked yours with his and started to walk down the street. As the two of you walked away from the restaurant, the bright lights began to fade away into the streets behind. The nighttime breeze slowly and gently blew through. You felt it go through your hair, making it dance within the breeze. It was so quiet now. The only sound you heard was the wind blowing. At least the moon was out, giving more light for you to see better.

“So Arthur, what made you fall in love with Ammit?” You asked, turning your head towards him. He looked at you with an arched brow. “It’s the whole world (Y/N). Falling apart and creating chaos all around us every single day. The way I see it, the world I mean, needs to be put back into order.” Arthur was correct about that. Everything in the whole world has gone into chaos. “Ammit judged those who were deemed unworthy to cross over,” he continued on, “she kept things balanced with the scales. Every soul that is judged is based on who they were before.” The breeze continued to blow through. His hair flowed and danced within it. The silver strands shining in the street lights.

“That is why I’ve fallen deeply in love with Ammit. Ammit judging the passing souls who can and cannot pass through into the afterlife. Using the scales as she sat by them. One by one as they went.” You listened closely to Arthur. He sounded so passionate about her in his voice. You’ve never seen anybody like this before. Dedicated to this specific deity from Egyptian mythology. You couldn’t help yourself, but feel much closer to Arthur now.

After an hour and half of walking, you’ve finally reached where Arthur lives. As you walked up the stone walkway, you were surprised by how big the community area was. It was like a block or two of town houses and other buildings in the same area. “This is where you live? This place is so big,” you were breathless, just by looking at the massive structure of it. Looking back at him, seeing a smile across his face. “Yes it is a big place. But I call it my home and the others that live here too.”

Stopping at the arched entryway, you removed your arm from Arthur’s and placed it back beside you. “Well, this is where I must go. Thank you again for the dinner and walking back home with me Miss (Y/N). I quite enjoyed spending my time with you today.” You began to blush a bit, “you’re very welcome Arthur. I quite enjoyed my time with you too.” Instead of going through the entryway, Arthur walked up to you one last time.

“One last thing. There’s a way for the scales to judge those who pass over. It’s not the soul itself to be judged by the scales,” placing a hand upon your chest, “it’s the heart of the person that is judged.” You felt a gasp escape from your lips. Feeling taken away all of a sudden. It was beating at a steady pace, but felt like it was going to explode. Then he started to move his hand from your chest and up to your face, cupping your cheek. Slowly moving his thumb around in circles. “Your heart needs no judgment from me. It’s completely pure.”

Before you could say anything, Arthur bent over and pressed his lips against your forehead. They felt warmly soft against your skin. Another gasp came out of your lips. As he stood back up, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you for the most wonderful day Miss (Y/N). I hope we can do it again sometime.” It sounded like he was asking you out on a date. “Sure. I love to Arthur. Another time sounds great to me. Have a good night,” you waved him goodbye. “Good night to you too,” he waved back at you and started to walk through the entryway into his living community. As you walked back down the street, you couldn’t help yourself but giggle with delight.

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It’s been two months since you’ve begun dating Arthur. Meeting up with you during or after work to check up on you or go out to do something. Going to the local restaurants for lunch and dinner dates. Giving you gifts like flowers and books everytime that you saw him. You felt love for the very first time in your life and being with him was very special.

Arthur on the other hand was generally sweet and gentle with you, everytime you were with him. Running his fingers through your hair, playing with the soft strands. Being affectionately close to you at times during the day. Leaving trails of soft kisses on your hands, arms, neck and face. Wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you from behind. Resting his chin upon your shoulder after a long day, taking in your fragrant scent.

It seemed that he really cares for you. Checking up and making sure you're alright from time to time. Arthur was the one for you. He was your everything now. Your whole world revolved around him. You were very happy with your relationship with Arthur. All you wanted to do was to be with Arthur for eternity.

“Come on Arthur, when can I stay over at your place?” You asked, walking arm in arm with Arthur. Arthur started to walk with you to work when you started dating him. He says it helps him clear his mind every morning while walking with you to your job. “When I’m ready to do it. I think you’re moving too fast in the relationship,” teasing you. You groaned playfully. Arthur laughed a bit, as the two of you reached the steps of the museum.

“Well, I have to go to work now.” Unhooking your arm from his. “You have a good day at work (Y/N).” Arthur leaned over on his cane to give you a kiss. Before his lips touched yours, a voice cut into the short silence. “Get the fuck away from her right now.” Turning your head around to see Steven standing there. But he didn’t look like his cheery self today. His brow was furrowed down and his eyes were dark.

“Oh, good morning Steven. Is everything alright?” You asked with a hint of concern in your voice. Arthur looked over to see what was going on and stood back up. “Oh you must be Steven then? You work in the gift shop I believe,” Arthur sounded friendly, trying not to start something. Steven pointed a finger at your boyfriend, “listen to me right now. You stay away from her and don’t ever go near her again.” Steven started to get in too close, nearly separating you from Arthur.

Arthur felt threatened by him, but he mostly stayed calm for the moment. You grabbed ahold of his arm and slowly moved him away from Steven. Arthur gave an awkward chuckle, as Steven continued to glare at him angrily. “It looks like I got off on the wrong foot here,” turning back towards you again, he bent down and pressed his lips against yours. “You better get going now (Y/N). I don’t want to cause anything else right now. Have a good day at work (Y/N),” patting his hand on your shoulder.

“Goodbye Arthur,” you waved as he started to walk back down the street. He waved back before continuing onward. You now felt robbed of your moment with Arthur, after Steven had rudely interrupted. Turning back to Steven now, you gave him one hard ass punch to his shoulder. Nearly falling over from the punch, he became shocked at the sudden violent act from you. “What the fuck was that for?” Hissing a bit and rubbing his shoulder from the hard impact. At this point, you started to get angry with Steven. “What the fuck was that all about Steven,” frowing your brow at him, crossing your arms in a very disappointing way.

“You listen to me right now (Y/N)! He’s a very dangerous man to be near. So please just stay away from him. I’m begging you,” his voice sounded like he was pleading with you. “Says who Steven,” you scoffed at your friend and headed up the museum steps ahead of him. You couldn’t believe what Steven said to Arthur. All Arthur was trying to do was give you a kiss goodbye before going into work. You hurried up the steps at a quickened pace so that you wouldn’t be late. As soon as you reach the final top step, you hear running footsteps from behind. Immediately you knew it was Steven catching up to you.

Once you got through the doors, you noticed that the museum was busy today. It was a good thing too, since you need to clear your head. Steven is usually the sweetest person in the room everyday, but you’ve never seen him like this before. He never gets angry like that at all. Whatever it was, it really got him riled up today. All you wanted to do was to avoid Steven now or all day long if it’s possible.

After closing your locker door with a harsh slam and hastily putting the lock back on, you threw on your blazer and quickly pinned on your name tag onto the left flap. Before you could leave the break room, Steven came around the corner and blocked the doorway. “Can you please let me through Steven? I need to clock in right now,” trying to push past him, but he wouldn’t budge at all. “Please listen to me right now (Y/N). He’s dangerous and he’ll kill you in a blink of an eye.”

You couldn’t believe what you’re hearing, coming from his mouth. It’s like he doesn’t really like Arthur that much. Of course, he never met him at all. “Steven please. Let’s not start anything. I don’t want to talk about it, because you’re acting so strange. All I want to do is work right now. We can talk about this later after work.” Finally pushing past him, Steven stood there wanting to say something else, but instead disappeared into the break room.

After punching in, you went back into the museum to start with your morning tour. Trying to forget what happened back there.

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You kept yourself busy with your tour groups. That’s all you wanted to do right now. Keeping your mind busy, as you talked with each of your groups. They seemed more intrigued as you talked about the gods and goddesses, including Ammit. Every time you talked about her, you kept thinking of Arthur. Feeling so bad for him, after that altercation with Steven this morning.

As the day dragged on, you avoided making eye contact over at the gift shop. It felt like Steven was throwing you daggers, as you continued to look away from him. You didn’t know what was up with him or what he was talking about. All you kept thinking about was poor Arthur. Arthur stayed surprisingly calm during the altercation with Steven. You’ve known Steven since you first moved here and took up a job as a tour guide here at the museum. Whatever it was, you couldn’t let it go from your mind. Every time you think of it, it just upsets you.

The afternoon began fading away as time went past. Your tour groups were getting smaller and smaller as the hours went on. After the last person was gone, it meant your shift was over for the day. The last tour of the day ended right before the museum was going to close for the night. With the last museum guest leaving through the front doors, it was time to get out of here. The only task left was to avoid Steven before going home.

As you were about to head back to the break room, you heard a sudden rumble from overhead. Looking above at the museum skylight, dark clouds were forming in the sky and then another rumble came again. A thunderstorm was coming in. Hopefully you can get home before it starts raining or worse downpours. Making your way back, you went over to the time clock and punched out. Going into the break room, you quickly take off your blazer and name tag. Bending down at your locker, you carefully spin the dial around and detach the lock from the door. Once the door was opened, you grabbed your bag and placed both the blazer and name tag back in. Locking the door up, you slipped your shoulders in the shoulder straps and headed out of the break room doorway.

Making your way back out into the Egyptian wing of the museum, you heard something hitting hard and fast against the glass of the skylight. It started to rain really hard. Pounding inch by inch against the glass. Shrugging your bag off, you unzipped it and began to rummage through it. After a few moments of searching at a quickened pace, you now realize that you left your umbrella at home and forgot to grab it before leaving. You gave a heavy sigh, zipping your bag back up, and putting it over your shoulders again. The only way of getting back home was to ride the commuter bus. The bus stop was just outside the museum. It was your only hope of getting home without getting soaked.

As you were about to start moving again, you heard running footsteps from behind. “Hey (Y/N) wait up will you,” it was Steven’s voice. Instead of turning around, you rolled your eyes and began to walk away from him as fast as you could, but he caught up with you. He ran from behind and stopped right in front of you. “Can I talk with you,” he sounded out of breath when he asked. “Yeah I can. About what happened this morning with Arthur? I mean what was that about? I’ve never seen you act like that before.”

“He’s dangerous alright. Arthur’s not the type of person to be around.” You let out a heavy sigh and shook your head. “Arthur’s harmless. I mean he wouldn’t harm a house fly. He’s gentle towards me. He’s not harming me in any way Steven.”

“He’s not gentle at all (Y/N),” Steven started to raise his voice a bit. “I’ve seen him kill a woman. I just don’t want that happening to you (Y/N).” Now it started to get out of hand. He’s accusing your boyfriend of murdering a person. You really couldn’t believe what you’re hearing. “Arthur killed somebody?” You again scoffed at Steven. “I’ve been around him for two months and the time I’m with him, he never murders a person we come across.”

“You’re not listening to me (Y/N). I’ve actually seen him kill that woman. Just ask him about it and you’ll believe me right away.” His voice began to crack from the stress he was showing in his face. “I just can’t believe what I’m hearing from you Steven,” throwing your hands up for a moment and then putting back at your sides, “you really don’t know Arthur like I do. I really don’t get it on why you hate him so much. He’s the sweetest gentleman I’ve ever met in my whole life, Steven.” Steven shook his head. “No no no no no no (Y/N), you don’t understand what I’m telling you. He actually killed that woman. Not physically, but in another way. I’ve seen him do it with my own eyes.”

At this point you started to get angry at him. Without any other choice left, you went around him and started to walk through the wing to get to the door and away from him. Then you felt a tug from the back. Looking over your shoulder with a very angry annoyed look on your face, Steven stood there holding the hanging strap of your bag in his hand. Turning back around to face him, he let go of the strap.

“Please will you just listen to me for a bloody minute (Y/N). It’s not safe to be around him. Arthur’s a very dangerous man and what he does isn’t very natural either. Please I’m begging-”

“Goddamnit Steven,” you cut him off with a harsh tone in your voice, “you’re being very paranoid right now. I just don’t get why you’re acting like this way towards me about Arthur. Steven, I love him very much with my heart. The way you're acting, it sounds like you’re jealous of Arthur. Why are you acting up-”

“Because I’m not a stupid girl who’s blinded by love.” That did it. The last straw. Now you’ve really had it with Steven. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes and slowly fell down your face. Shock went across Steven’s face. “Oh (Y/N). I’m really really sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“You know what Steven,” you snapped, cutting him off, “maybe I should stop being friends with you. I don’t know what you saw him do, but I see him as a person who loves me back. What you said was out of line. Arthur understands me and I wish you did too. This is my last goodbye to you Steven Grant. I hope that you’re happy with what you did.” Turning on your heel and back towards him, you began to walk away as quickly as possible.

“Wait (Y/N), please come back. I really didn’t mean to say that to you.” His voice echoing off of the walls and you heard his footsteps. Walking much faster, you didn’t want to turn back at all. Reaching the doors at last, you threw them open pulling on the handles and quickly rushed out of the building. Once you were outside, the rain was coming down hard against the stone steps. Pellets of water splashing down into puddles on the ground. Without any other choice left, you fled down the wet and slippery stone steps. Being careful not to miss a step and slip on the wet stone. As you were nearing the last few steps, you lost your footing and fell forward. Pushing your hands and arms out in front of you to catch yourself. Falling face down, your hands and arms made contact with the wet ground.

You choked a sob after hitting the ground and more tears fell down your now wet face. Slowly lifting yourself with your hands and arms, you felt a sharp pain in your knees. It was too dark to see what happened and the street lights were being covered by the rain drops. After getting back onto your feet and standing up, your mind began to wonder. You had no other place to go now. If you go back to your place, Steven would come and find you. With thunder rumbling very low above you, there was only one place left for you to go to: Arthur’s community. That was the only place you wanted to go now. Wanting to be with Arthur. As the rain was beating against you, you began to head down the street and away from the museum.

Moving further and further away from the museum, you began to sob. Wrapping your arms around yourself, hugging for some comfort. It wasn’t helping one bit. As you continued down the dimly lit and wet street, the rain was still coming down. Soaking you and through your clothes, clinging onto your skin. Squeezing your hands and fingers against your wet shirt. Feeling the water coming out the more you squeezed.

The rain droplets washed away your tears, as they continued to flow down your face. Dripping off your face and down your neck. Your heart began to ach. Seeing Steven back there talk about Arthur. You didn’t really understand why he was doing or saying what he saw Arthur do. The time that you’ve spent with him was very different from what Steven told you. Arthur was the gentlest person you’ve ever met. His soft voice, his hands holding yours, and sweet, tender kisses. He listens to you. Hearing you talk about your life and other things. All you wanted to do was to be with him right now.

After what it felt like a lifetime of walking, you were completely soaked head to toe as the rain continued to pour down over you, you finally arrived at the community. By the looks of it, nobody was outside at the moment, because of the rain going on. As you approached the arched entryway, you began to shiver and rubbed your hands up and down on your arms, trying to keep warm. Step by step, you slowly walk into the community. Your damp eyes wondered about the place, seeing how big it was just on the inside. Looking around, you noticed how dimly lit the place was. After a few moments of searching, you noticed a door on the ground floor in the middle of the community. You began to walk forward towards it.

Once you were at the door, you noticed that the door knocker was the head of a crocodile, with a ring sticking out of its mouth. Meaning it was a strange tribute to Ammit herself. With no other choice now, you lift one of your hands up to the door knocker ring, and knocked it several times against the wooden door. Softly echoing in the quiet, empty space. After a few moments of silence, there was the sound of movement behind the door. Coming closer and closer towards it. Then the door began to open and you felt a gasp escape from your wet lips. Standing there, cane in hand, was Arthur.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here at this time of night?” Before he could say anything else, you sniffled. Tears continue to fall down, with the rain droplets still clinging onto your skin. Worry began to fill Arthur’s face, seeing you standing there soaking wet and crying your eyes out. “(Y/N), please come inside,” holding the door wider for you to come inside. You do so. Walking in very slowly, trying not to make eye contact with Arthur right now. Once you were finally inside, he closed the door behind you.

This is your very first time being inside of Arthur’s living quarters here at the community. It’s quite spacious for him living here by himself. A dual chaise couch sat in one corner of the living area, with a coffee table sitting at the front of it. Behind the couch in the next corner were a few bookshelves, with books that were standing up or sitting on top of one another on each of the shelves. A kitchen table and several chairs sat in front of where the kitchen was in the other corner across from the couch and bookshelves. There was a staircase leading up to the second floor through a hallway, next to where you were standing at the moment. After Arthur locked the door up, he came back around to you.

“You poor thing,” his voice sounded very shaky now, “you’re soaking wet and freezing. Here, put your bag down and follow me upstairs. I’ll give you some fresh and warm clothes to change into.” You shrug off your wet bag off of your shoulders and place it onto a shoe tray that was next to the door. At least it was a waterproof bag. Arthur began to climb up the steps, with his cane in hand still and you followed behind him. Each step you took, your shoes squished and squeaked after being soaked by walking in the rain puddles. Trying to be careful not to slip on the smooth wooden steps.

Once both of you were on the second floor landing, Arthur pointed towards a door down the hallway, “the bathroom’s just down the hallway there. Go on inside and wait for me please.” Arthur walked over towards another door, opened it, and went in. It was probably his bedroom. You head down the hallway, still shivering in your wet clothes. Once you were at the bathroom door, you turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Looking around the dark room, you found a lightswitch on the left side of the doorway. Flipping the switch on, light flooded inside the room.

A clawfoot bathtub sat end to end in the large room, with a silver shower rod above it. The curtain was fully opened, exposing the tub to the light. The toilet sat next to it. A wooden cabinet sat in the corner where the doorway is. Across from it was a sink vanity cabinet, with a large sized mirror hanging off of the wall above it. It looks like it could fit a few people in here. You then walked inside, with your still wet shoes squeaking against the wooden floor. After a few moments, Arthur came down the hallway towards the bathroom, with a fresh pair of clothes in his hands. You turned to face him as he stopped at the doorway.

“Here, you can change into these,” holding them out for you. You walked over to him and gently grabbed ahold of them from him from his hands. “You can hang your clothes up to dry on the shower curtain rod and there’s towels to dry off with in the cabinet over here. I’ll go and make you some tea to warm up. Just come down when you’re finished.” He grabbed the doorknob and closed the door behind him.

You looked down at the fresh pair of clothes he gave you and saw that he’d given you a long sleeved sweatshirt and pj bottoms. Placing the two items on top of the toilet lid, you began to strip your soaking wet clothing off. You slipped your shoes off first and pulled off your socks. Lifting your shirt over your head and sliding it off of your arms, you’ve placed it and the socks above the tub. Then you slipped your jeans off, slowly pulling your legs out, and then placed them with the shirt and socks on the shower curtain rod. You left your shoes alone. Going over to the cabinet, you opened the door up to see shelves covered with towels. You grabbed one of the big bath towels and a hand towel on the shelf above. You then closed the door back up, taking the two towels in hand, and went over to the sink vanity.

Placing them into the sink, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your (H/C) hair was messy, dripping down your shoulders and bra. Both your bra and panties were semi dry. Your eyes were slightly red, after all the crying you did on the way here. Looking down at your legs, you’ve noticed that both of your knees were slightly a pinkish red color. Then you realize you’ve scraped both knees when you fell down. They weren’t bleeding, but still did hurt a bit. You began to wipe your face and body down with the hand towel, dabbing at your skin to dry the rain water off. After you were finally dried off, you took the bath towel to dry your hair. Rubbing it up and down your head, squeezing the water out of it. Once it was dried, you took both towels and placed the inside of the bathtub.

Then you began to put the sweatshirt and pj bottoms on now. They had a lavender scent when you pulled the sweatshirt over your head. Now you feel dried and warm. You ran your hands through your hair, finger combing it to get some of the knots out. After you were finished, you went over to the door, opened it, and switched the bathroom light off. Closing the door, you went back down the hallway and down the stairs. Going down the last few steps, you heard the sound of a tea kettle being turned off. Meaning that the tea that Arthur was making was almost done.

“Take a seat at the table. I’ll bring the tea out.” he called from the kitchen area. You do so. Walking over towards the kitchen table, you took the chair sitting at the end of the table, facing away from the kitchen. You heard him rummaging through the cabinets for a few seconds. After a few more moments, you finally heard his soft footsteps coming out of the table. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him carrying a tray in his hands, with two large mugs on it. He was holding his cane underneath his arm. Coming up next to you, he carefully placed the tray onto the table, and then handed over a mug to you. You whispered a thank you to him.

Wrapping your cold hands around it, you felt the warmth of the hot tea. Steam swirled around out from the top. Giving off a sweet scent. Taking his mug off, he slid the tray over on the table towards one of the empty spots. Grabbing his cane from underneath his arm, he placed it at the corner of the table, and then sat down in the chair next to you. Holding his mug up to his lips, he blew into it and took a few sips. Licking his lips, his blue eyes caught yours for a moment. Your hands started to get hot from holding the mug in your hands.

“Drink up (Y/N). It’ll keep you warm.” Lifting your mug up to your lips, you blew into the hot liquid and then took a few sips. The sweetness of the tea hitting the back of your throat. Lifting your lips from the rim of the mug, you licked the lingering tea off. “What flavor of tea did you make,” you asked looking back up at Arthur. “It’s lemon. I mixed some honey in to keep you warm.” Smiling up at you. You smiled back at him. You took a few more sips of your lemon tea, letting it warm you up more.

“(Y/N), I want to ask you something,” Arthur’s tone began to change. Oh fuck. He wants to know why you came here late at night. You slowly placed the mug back onto the table and placed your hands on your lap. “Remember this morning when you were about to say goodbye to each other and my friend Steven rudely interrupted?” He nodded his head a bit. “Well, I got agitated with him for doing that to you. I pretty much ignored him for the entire day. He’s never like this towards anybody.” Arthur rested his head in his hand on the table, listening to you closely. “I was about to leave the museum after my work shift was over. He stopped me, before I could leave the Egyptian wing,” a lump began to form in your throat. “At this point we began to argue with one another. He said that you were very dangerous and saw you kill an innocent woman.”

You shifted your eyes from Arthur and onto your hands in your lap. Fiddling with your fingers, trying to find the right words. “Then I started getting angry with him for saying that about you. I told him that he was being paranoid.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Like you were swallowing acid. “As I continued arguing with him, I told him the way he was acting about the whole thing sounded like he was jealous of you.” Then your voice began to crack. Tears began to swell up once more in your eyes, falling down fast on your face. Arthur leaned in more, becoming more worried for you.

“Before I could finish speaking he-he-he-he-he,” your cracking voice turned into a painful cry. Tears streaming down.“What did Steven say to you,” he asked, more concerned.

“He said I was a stupid girl who was being blinded by love,” hidning your face in your hands, you began to sob. You didn’t want Arthur to see you like this. Crying your eyes out. You felt your heart fill up with the pain from tonight. Then you felt something touching your cheek. Removing your hands from your face and moving your eyes back up, Arthur was leaning over closer to you in his chair. His fingers gently caressing your damp cheek.

“Arthur-” as you began to speak, he shook his head. “Sh sh sh sh sh sh sh sh sh sh. It’s alright (Y/N). I’m right here,” using his fingers to wipe away the tears. A small smile tugging at your lips. “After that, I just stormed out of the museum and ran out into the rain. I had no other choice but to come here. Now I feel bad for leaving Steven back there like that,” Arthur shook his head again at you. “No no no (Y/N). You’ve made the right choice to come here to me. Whatever Steven saw me do or what he's been saying, he’s completely wrong about both things.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Blue eyes glowing brightly at you. Your (E/C) eyes staring into his.

After wiping your tears away, Arthur moved his fingers down from your cheek and placed them under your chin. Leaning down onto you, he pressed his lips gently onto yours. Feeling the warmth coming from them. You moaned softly. After a few moments, his lips left yours. You felt your face blushing. His warmth lingering in your lips. Arthur chuckled a bit.

“Steven doesn’t know how much I love you Arthur,” you said. He slowly nodded. It looked like he was agreeing with you. “I love you very much too (Y/N). With my heart.” Placing his hand over his chest. “I love you too with my heart Arthur,” still smiling at him, placing a hand over your chest too. Steven was completely wrong about him. Arthur deeply cares about you. The way you showed up, all soaking wet from the rain, standing there with tears in your eyes.

You never judged him after meeting for the first time. It was love at first sight for you. All you deeply cared for inside of your heart is just Arthur. You don’t judge somebody by their soul. It’s by their heart.

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First Steps Chapter 4

The Friday afternoon department briefings were mercifully short. The slow Thursday had let everyone catch up on their work, and Mr. Hahn, the manager, was uncharacteristically happy with his staff, except possibly admin. Their department had a secret weapon in Sarah, though. She always showed a little extra skin for the big meetings, and Mrs. Blake let her speak for them, which smoothed things over. Ashlee was heading home by 5:30.

She changed into her blue slacks and gray silk blouse, with a camisole underneath.She debated flats or heels. With the car she might not be walking too much, but you never knew. The white two inch pumps were called into the game.

At 8:05, she was in her car, which started groggily. She didn't drive it enough, but at least she didn’t owe anything for it. Dad had a stable of beater cars back in Roanoke, and she’d selected the least-garbage one to buy from him. She didn’t really need it during the week, but now the traffic was lighter, and she was in the loading zone in front of the Greek place by ten till nine.

Niko came out and grabbed his bike right before nine, and Ashlee stood on the sidewalk for another twelve minutes glancing around for cops before Felicity emerged. She was as beautiful as ever in baggy jeans, red polo, and black work shoes. There was a touch of liners around her lips and eyes which threw her dark features into sharp relief. She threw her big satchel in the back and plopped herself down in the passenger seat.

Ashlee took the wheel and pulled into the quiet street. Felicity smiled and filled Ashlee with a thrill. The most beautiful girl in the world was in her car. “I’m so happy you came!” began Felicity. “That Niko left a huge mess; that’s why I was late.” She clicked her tongue. “I guess we’re trading date coverage.”

“Did he give you five bucks?” Ashlee asked, turning left onto H Street. Felicity just laughed.

“I just couldn’t wait for tonight. Where are we going?” Felicity asked.

Ashlee was prepared for this eventuality. “How about we see what’s happening on 18th?” Felicity stamped this with her approval and off they went.

The hours swept by. There was dinner and drinks, but they went nearly untouched as Ashlee opened herself to Felicity. Never, not once, had she known this. There was no dancing, no kissing, nothing but burgeoning love. Too soon, the midnight hour was closing, and the streets were emptying. As waiters started checking their watches, Felicity asked shyly, “Can you drive me home?” Ashlee felt electric all over as they piled into the car and she thumbed the address into her phone. It was going to be a hike into Washington Northeast. The clubs and buildings gave way to houses and corner markets. Ashlee knew that they were almost in Maryland, and the homes did not look very friendly.

“You live all the way out here? And you don’t have a car? How far is it to the Metro?”

“It’s about a twenty-five or thirty minute walk. It gives me time to think.”

Ashlee looked at the garbage strewn-streets and shuddered. “You walk home in the dark every night? Aren’t you scared something is going to happen to you?”

A laugh flowed from Felicity’s lips. “Everybody always asks that. Not at all! I know everyone between here and Benning Road. Sometimes you just have to talk to people. Everyone deserves a smile and a kind word; that’s what mom always said. That’s actually why it takes me so long to walk sometimes.”

Ashlee’s jaw dropped in amazement as Felicity narrated the neighborhoods. Names of families, habitual corners of drug dealers and gangbangers, and the regular street people. Felicity had to be the bravest woman she had ever met. She had heard of the power of friendship, but Felicity was in the Wonder Woman class.

They pulled up to a house on a dark street and parked in front. To her surprise, there was a car in the driveway. She was even more astonished when Felicity led her not to the front door, but to what was obviously a garage. Inside the cramped space, canned cocktails were opened and they sat on the bed.

Felicity put her hand on Ashlee’s thigh. All expectations evaporated. Ashlee knew exactly what to do. She leaned in and touched her lips to Felicity’s. Heat began radiating as Felicity reached up to cradle the back of Ashlee’s neck, and kissed back with ardor. They lay down, feet dangling off the edge, and the magic continued.

In minutes, their hands played across each others’ bodies. Ashlee’s fingertips traced Felicity’s tiny breasts, and Ashlee felt thrilling pressure as Felicity squeezed her through the blouse and camisole. This is what she had missed all those years. For now, there was no Sarah, no mom, no dad; nobody but her and this gorgeous woman who loved her as none ever had.

They stroked each other's backs, thighs and buttocks, grasping and holding, nuzzling faces and necks. Overwhelmed with desire, Ashlee reached down Felicity’s front. She felt astonished and guilty when Felicity firmly grasped her wrist and pushed away.

“Ashlee,” she said, sitting up and instantly becoming serious. Confused, Ashlee pushed herself up on her elbows and eyed her quizzically.

“Ashlee: I think I love you, and I want this to happen, but there’s something you have to know.”

Ashlee sat the rest of the way up. She tried to anticipate what could possibly be coming, but nothing came. Oh God, what’s about to happen? she thought with dread. She felt as if it was her turn to say something, anything, and Felicity was clearly wishing for some reassurance, but her lips were as frozen as her thoughts.

A minute passed as Felicity swallowed, breathed deeply and reddened. “Ashlee … Ashlee.” Pause, swallow, and breathe. “Ashlee, I’m … I’m transgender. I have a penis. I didn’t want you to find out first.”

Ashley goggled. Of all the things … she could never have anticipated this. She felt trickling tears as Sarah, mom, dad, everything she thought she knew about herself and her new world crashed together in a cacophony of shame and fear.

“I know it’s not obvious. It’s the hormones. They do things to me. It makes me happy to be a woman. I love you. Don’t go.”

But Ashlee was already on her feet, backing away. Her reason was shouting not to do this, but her legs and glistening eyes weren’t responding.

“Felicity … I … I can’t … I can’t believe …” she tried, but words still failed her.

“Ashlee, I know you’re scared. I can see it. Robert Davis is dead; he’s not who I am. Ashlee, I didn’t want to scare you. It’s still me. Felicity. Please stay.”

Too late. Ashlee backed out the door stammering half-formed apologies and excuses. She knew she was throwing away the best chance at love she ever had, but she was powerless to stop herself. Leaving Felicity’s pleas unheeded as they followed her out the door, she jumped in her car and sped off into the night.

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Girls With Fake Chanel Baggage

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Women With Pretend Chanel Baggage

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||Choked up

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader

Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.

Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.

Word Count: 1927

L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.

You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.

Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.

Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.

Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.

Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.

Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.

Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.

You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.

The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.

It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.

Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.

You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.

It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.

You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.

You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.

Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.

You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.

It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.

You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.

You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.

He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.

Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.

Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.

He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.

"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.

"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.

You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.

You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.

Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.

"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.

He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.

You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.

It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.

He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.

He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?

Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.

You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.

He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..

You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.

It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.

"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Lifeguard on Duty

Summary: Warren was supposed to be looking for a summer job but when he sees you on the beach he decides to become a lifeguard. And hopefully confess his feelings for you

Word count: 2,376

Warren and Spencer were sitting at the lifeguard station spending lunch together. Warren had his legs kicked up in the small desk and Spencer leaned against the back wall, taking a deep breath of the shared joint. He was messing with the life preservers that lined the wall, he exhaled the smoke before passing it to Warren, moving to lean on the desk, staring out at the crowded beach. “Warren, why did you even take this job?”

“Cause I like the ocean.” Warren hummed, inhaling deeply and letting his eyes flutter shut. He wasn’t really supposed to be smoking up here but he was the only lifeguard on duty today. So goody two shoes Lance Norris, the posterboy for lifeguards couldnt rat him out. He flicked the rolled up stub out the window, watching as it sizzled out in the sand below. He stood up, exiting the booth and Spencer followed him. “Plus the view isn't bad.” Warren looked out on the women sunbathing in skimpy bikinis and the men swimming in insanely tight speedos

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Pervert.” Warren winked at him, turning back to face the beach crowd.

Warren wouldn't admit it but there was another reason he had taken the job. You. His dad had been hounding him to take a summer job so he had been out on the boardwalk picking up applications. He was planning on lying and saying he had gotten a job and then blowing all summer with Spencer but then he had seen you. He had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, he watched as you took the ramp down to the beach and made a beeline for the lifeguard station.

You greeted them with a wide smile and passed up a basket filled with lunch for the two lifeguards on duty. He felt himself smile as he took you in, watching as you made polite conversation with your friend before sitting down on the beach, a book in hand. Warren came to the boardwalk for a week after that to see if you’d return. And sure enough you came everyday to sit in the same spot and read. Watching the waves roll in before leaving a couple hours later. And every friday you brought lunch up to the lifeguard station, there were other days when you bought snacks for them. He figured out that you brought lunch on Fridays because your friend Mary had a shift that day, so you would bring something for her and her coworker.

So Warren applied and got in after passing the entrance exam and acing the physical. It wasn't too hard considering he used to do sports and much to the disapy of Lance, the head lifeguard, he made the force. He even had the dumb luck of working on the friday shift with your friend Mary. He was really nervous to talk to you and spend his first few shifts hiding away when you came to see your friend. But after a while Mary had had enough of his endless questions about you and introduced you both. He had nearly died when you said his hair looked pretty in the afternoon sun.

After that he tried to talk to you when he could. Making small conversation here and there and asking a million questions, but you didn’t mind. Answering every one and asking some of your own. After a few weeks he developed a friendship with you, though he wanted more. He had wanted more since the moment he had seen you if he was being honest.

He loved your beautiful (y/s/c) skin that soaked up the sun and the way your (y/h/c) shinned and blew in the wind. He loved listening to you talk about your latest book and even tried reading some of them so he could talk to you about them. Though he preferred to hear you talk about them instead.

But he was too much of a coward to voice his feelings so instead he hoped you would catch on, maybe take note of his flirting and longing looks for more. But it seemed you thought of him as just a friend. So he let the summer slip away, there were only a couple weeks left and still he was too nervous to confess. Wondering what would happen when summer ended.

Unknown to him you had developed quite a crush on the curly haired lifeguard. Even bringing him lunch when Mary wasn't there and slipping in little treats here and there. You walked down the beach, your wicker basket in hand, Warren saw you coming and leaned over the rail to the point where you thought he was going to fall over. His loose Hawaiian shirt fluttering around him, open exposing his suntanned chest to you. He whistled at you, making you laugh. “Hey, pretty thing.” He called out, as you got closer you could see him smirking at you from his perch.

“Hey you.”

He lowered his sunglasses giving you a coy wink. “What’s for lunch today?” He asked, reaching down to take the basket from your outstretched hands.

“Turkey club with a side of chips and a slice of cake for dessert.”

He licked his lips, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “You’re too good to me honey.”

You giggled, flushing at his pet name. “I know.” You both smiled at one another, so invested in your own little world you didn't even notice someone else was there until Spencer cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, breaking away from Warren who let out a groan at the loss of attention. “I’m sorry, I didn't see you there. I’m (y/n).”

“I’m Spencer.” He gave you a small wave and you returned it.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer.” You both exchanged polite smiles. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be visiting Warren for lunch. If I had I would have brought lunch for you too.”

Spencer opened his mouth to reply but Warren cut him off. “Don’t worry about him babe he was just leaving.”

“I wasn’t-”

Warren shot him a pointed look with a tight smile. “Just leaving.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I get it.” Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed past Warren to go down the steps to the beach.

“I’ll see you later man.” Warren called out to Spencer's retreating form.

“Whatever.” He replied.

“He seems nice.” You said, shielding the sun from your face with your hand as you watched Spencer walk away. “Kinda cute too.”

Warren scoffed “Not cuter than me I hope.”

You smiled, crinkling your face up at him. “Maybe.”

Warren held his hand up to his chest faking hurt, as if your words had physically wounded him. “You’ve wounded me babe.”

You just laughed. “Well anyway I better let you eat lunch, I’ll see you around Warren.” You moved to leave.

“Wait!” Warren’s voice made you turn back around. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice back to its normal level. “Would you maybe wanna eat lunch with me?”

“But I only packed lunch for you.”

“I’m not that hungry ,anyway, I had a big breakfast. Maybe we could split it.” He gave you a nervous smile.

You pursed your lips, pretending to think over his offer. Warren was watching your every movement, waiting for your answer. “Alright.”

Warren’s face split open in a wide smile, he helped you up the steps and made a big show of pulling out his only chair for you. As you turned away from him he quickly shoved his trash out of view, kicking discarded candy wrappers into the corner and covering them with a bucket. “Wow, you really do have the best seat in the house.” You mused, taking in the waves and the way the sun bounced off the water.

Warren leaned against the counter, his back to the ocean, his eyes trained on you alone. “I really do.”

Talking with Warren was alway made time fly. He was so passionate about his interests that you could listen to him talk for hours on end. And he could say the same, he loved watching the way you talked with your hands and the way you talked faster when you were excited about something. Lunch had been finished long ago and the sun was already starting to set on the horizon.

“I’ve noticed you’ve never gone swimming.” Warren blurted suddenly. His eyes widened when he realized his statement could come off as rude and he quickly tried to take it back.

“No it’s okay.” You laughed. “I just never learned how.” Warren started at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“You never learned how to swim.” He asked, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

“I know I know.” You looked out at the ocean. “I always wanted to though.”

“Why don’t you let me teach you?” Warren proposed. “I’m a pretty good swimmer if I do say so myself.”

“Is that so?”

“I mean that’s what my lifeguard certification says.” He pointed at the hanging frame. A picture of warren hanging next to a sign that said certified lifeguard, and underneath in black sharpie, and an excellent swimmer.

You giggled. “Very impressive.”

“Seriously let’s go for a swim.”

“Aren’t you on duty Mr. Certified lifeguard?”

“Yeah but there no one here.” You looked out at the beach and Warren was right. The beach was basically empty, everybody leaving for home as soon as the sun had begun to set. “Come on, you know you want to.” Warren poked at your side playfully. “Come on, come on…” Warren poked you with every come on until you swatted his hand away with a laugh

“Alright fine!”

“Yes!” Warren took your hand and dragged you down the steps, tossing his Hawaiian shift over his shoulder to hand on the wooden handle of the lifeguard station. You both got to the edge of the water, the waves tickling your feet.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“You don’t need one.” Warren wiggled his eyebrows suggestively making you rolled your eyes and hit his chest. You blushed as you undressed, nervous at how he would perceive you. But when you turned to face him his eyes were wide with wonder taking all of you in. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, more to himself than to you.

You blushed, pulling him into the water. “Let’s swim already.” He laughed taking hold of your hand. He squeezed it as he felt you tense, the water now up to your waist. He tried to lead you further but you stopped, feet digging into the sand. He moved closer to you, putting your arms around his shoulders. “I got you.” You let him pull you further out, your feet leaving the ground as you both ventured deeper.

Warren tread through the water, his arms moving you both as you clinged onto him for dear life. Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid that if you opened them you’d panic and struggle against his hold. Your legs were tangled with his, trying to imitate his movements. After a while you opened your eyes, Warren starring at you with a soft smile. You returned it, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, completely at peace in his arms,

“(Y/n)?” Warren asked, wetting his chapped lips. You hummed against his shoulder in response, encouraging him to continue. His heart was thumping in his chest but he knew if he didn’t say anything now he’d let the rest of the summer slip away. He took a deep breath,“I like you.” He blurted it out all at once, almost too jumbled for you to make out. But you heard it, head snapping up to meet his gaze. He watched your face for a reaction, but you just tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Warren’s eyes widened as his lips collided with yours, melting into your touch. Your lips still tasted like the chocolate cake from lunch, and it made the kiss that much sweeter.

When you pulled away you rested your forehead against his, breathing in his summery scent. “Does that mean you like me too?” Warren asked in an unsure voice.

“Of course I do you idiot.” You leaned your lead back to look at him clearly. “I’ve liked you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Ditto.”

You rolled your eyes. “How romantic of you Warren.”

“Come on.” Warren mused, his lips brushing yours. “You know you love it.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You pulled him close again, your lips molding perfectly into his. Your fear of swimming melting away as you floated in the water with him, knowing that the rest of the summer would be spent like this. In his arms under the soft glow of the summer sun.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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“they’re our what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, kissing, language

word count: 2800+

a/n: this is so shit but we move, it’s probably pure waffle and when i read it tomorrow morning i’m going to punch my 12am self

summary: in which you and bakugo sneak out for a late night date and meet two kids, confused and lost, you take the kids back to the dorms trying to get help, the thing is they looked strangely familiar

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His fingers entangled in your own, his thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of your hand and the cocky grin he had plastered on his face. You knew instantly he wanted something, he’d snuck into your room a couple hours prior and the look on his face, you instantly knew he wanted more. He kissed you softly, you were both facing each other on the bed the kiss being loving, it was nearly 3am and you were still awake, both of you craving more.

“Let’s sneak out.” He whispers, you smirk rising from the bed, he sits on the edge watching you wear his hoodie and some leggings, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to his body. His little explosions on your sides making you hungrier for more of him.

You put your arms around his neck bringing him closer as you gently played with his hair, “come on I want ice cream.”

He rolled his eyes as you both go towards the balcony, grabbing your waist closer before the explosions flew from his hand. You were in the air, the wind flew through your hair, Bakugo admired you watching as you threw your head back letting your face feel the cool air, you loved the wind on your face. You finally saw the ground closer and closer, your shoes landing onto the ground, Bakugo helping you.

He was being sweet, holding your hand, asking if you were okay every couple of minutes. “You have to give Kiri recognition; he was able to get you to even go to Deku’s birthday.”

You smirked at his grumble, “I went because of you dumbass.”

“I think you just love Deku so much.” You tease as even Bakugo had turned up with a card for the boy.

“You really want to be punished don’t yah.” He spoke smirking, his horny mind wanting to fuck you on the road, you jab his side making him get out of his fantasy world.

Before dragging him towards the 24/7 ice cream place, clinging onto his arm to gain warmth, “why didn’t you were more layers.”

“I wanted to be closer to you, you’ll bring me warmth.”

“Dumbass I would’ve still given you warmth anyway.” You pout as he ordered both your ice creams, you got all giddy as Bakugo passed the ice cream too you.

“Don’t drop it.” You stick your tongue out before licking the tip of the ice cream.

Bakugo watched inattentively, his own ice cream melting, he takes your hand walking outside, “if you keep licking the ice cream like that you won’t make it back to the dorms in one piece.”

You giggled at his teasing manner continuing to lick it slowly, some ice cream falling down your fingers, slowly bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck away the stickiness. “You’re really trying to get me to fuck you in an alleyway aren’t you.”

“I would never tease you.” You continued the charade before both of you finished the ice creams.

His fingers having some of the ice cream covering it, he brought it to your mouth, you opened instinctively “so needy aren’t you.”

You nod starting to suck on his fingers to make them no longer sticky, he took his fingers from your mouth, the saliva surrounding it as he rubbed it on your lips, “such a good girl.”

He loved teasing you, watching as your fingers wrapped around his own, “I’m still cold.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling you in front of him, his hands went underneath your hoodie as you both continued to walk forward, the heat from his hands bringing comfort and warmth to your body. His head rests on your shoulder, matching your height. It was a perfect moment, showing love and appreciation for one another, his hands would glide up and down and nothing could ruin it.

Well, that’s what you thought.

The sound of children shouting at one another made you flinch, it was nearing 4am, and two children at this hour was abnormal. Both Bakugo and yours head turned facing the alleyway, “we should check it out.”

“But the moment.” He scowls.

You hit his chest, grabbing his hand from underneath your hoodie. Dragging him down the alleyway, it was silent a few sobs coming from further in before you are met with two children, an older boy with his blond hair that strikingly resembled Bakugo’s and y/e/c eyes that looked frustrated. Behind his arms that he had put out to what you assumed was his sister was a much younger girl with y/h/c and red eyes that were filled with tears.

“They’re crying Suki.” You say going over to the two kids, “Hi, do you guys know where your parents went, we’re students at UA maybe we can help you?”

You speak softly, the older boy giving a glare as the girl stopped crying. “Kaiya, stay back they might be villains.” The boy strongly speaks.

He reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, Bakugo comes towards them both, an angry scowl on his face. “Daddy.” Kaiya shouted before running up to Bakugo, your eyes widened and so did the boys.

“Y/n why is this child clinging to me?” Bakugo spoke annoyingly, Kaiya still clinging to his leg. You could see her better in the light with a yellow hair clip moving her hair out of her damp eyes.

“Ryo look its daddy, he came back.” Ryo looked between Bakugo and you.

“Kaiya, Ryo he’s not your daddy, we’re only 17 and Bakugo doesn’t have kids.” Your voice was soft, but they clearly weren’t listening.

“That’s our surname, where’s mummy?” Kaiya whined still latching onto Bakugo.

“Mummy?” Bakugo finally spoke, her whines made him pick the girl up, she stopped as you stood up, Ryo still looking up at both of you.

“You left us daddy, you said you’d be five minutes and you and mummy left.” Kaiya scolded Bakugo, his eyes widening.

“Y/n what the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t swear in front of them.” You slapped his chest going back to the boy.

“Ryo, can you explain to your sister he’s not her father.” Ryo had been staring blankly at you before he kicked Bakugo in the side.

“Why is this kid kicking me?” Before he could stop Ryo, Ryo’s hands erupted into explosions. Your eyed widened at the boy.

“Ryo, stop, put it out.” You tried to suppress the explosions seeing that they were more powerful and covered his arms more than his hands. The power it had could kill someone, “Ryo, please.”

The explosions stopped at the hear of your plead, “you left us old man.”

Bakugo became even more confused choosing to ignore the old man part, as you eyed the two kids, the darkness continued, and they seemed to be hungry. “Look why don’t we get some food and you two can explain what happened?”

“Will mummy be there?” Kaiya asked enthusiastically.

“Mummy’s already here.” Ryo spoke grabbing your hand, your face was still. Bakugo looked between you and the kid holding his hand.

You didn’t speak, both you and Bakugo in silence at the situation. You weren’t their parents; they were just confused kids. You reached the same ice cream parlour, walking in as you were finally able to see the children properly and they you. “Mummy.” Kaiya shouted as the people working at the shop looked concerned.

“Be quiet idiot.” Bakugo scolded as he went to order ice cream, you made the two kids sit next to each other waiting for Bakugo’s return.

“Mummy why did you and daddy leave us?” You felt a pang in your heart, what kind of parents would leave two children to fend for themselves, they were clearly seeking some sort of parental figures and you two were the first ones they found.

Bakugo came back with a tray of ice cream, handing you your favourite, the two kids took the other. “You got my favourite.” They both squealed.

“How did you know?” You ask Bakugo his arm resting behind your shoulders.

He huffs, “I just did.”

You found that unusual that Bakugo had gotten both their favourites but dismissed any further idea, as they happily ate you looked at the two children who looked happy as if they were with there family.

“Do you two want to explain what happened now?” Bakugo mutters not paying attention to the kids, you watch them intensively.

“You and mum took us to the beach, but a big scary villain attacked, you both left us with Uncle Kiri and went to go fight the villain, but this man hit Uncle Kiri and sent us into an alleyway, but you both found us and now it’s dark and I want to go home.” Ryo was clearly over exaggerating, but he knew Kirishima so he had to know of you both somehow.

“We need to take them to Aizawa, we can’t leave them.” You tell Bakugo.

“Yeah I know, but then he’ll know we fucking snuck out.” You grabbed his hand, to prevent any nervousness from mostly yourself.

“Unless we just say we heard them outside.” You try and think of lies before looking at the two kids, “do you think they’re ours?”

“No.” Bakugo doesn’t say anymore, you had thought about kids and had loved the idea especially with Bakugo, but could they really be yours.

Kaiya puts her arms out to be held, “I ain’t holding her.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend picking her up, Ryo grabs Bakugo’s hand, the small boy making Bakugo confused before Bakugo grabbed your free hand. You walk silently towards UA; it wasn’t that far but flying had been a lot quicker. Before you finally reached the dorms, it was nearing early morning where some of your class had woken up.

You walk through the entrance with the two children in tow, “where’s Aizawa?” You ask Midoriya who was outside practising some moves, you saw the clock inside striking 6am knowing everybody would be groggily getting up for class.

“Deku.” Ryo shouted letting go of Bakugo’s hands, a scowl at how the young blond ran to Deku who was scared.

“Ugh hello?” Deku spoke confused.

“Ryo come back here.” Bakugo muttered, Ryo walked back slowly saying a yes dad.

“Dad?” Bakugo gave a scowl to Deku before making everybody walk inside, most of the class was already up and seeing you and Bakugo with two kids was confusing to say the least.

“Who are the kids?” Kirishima spoke first as by now the whole class had come down whilst you waited for Aizawa who Bakugo had gone to get.

“Uncle Kiri.” The two kids shouted; even more confusion came from the class. They watched as Kirishima’s face flushed at the two kids who were running towards him.

“Don’t shout.” You told them off leaning against the sofa.

“Yes mum.” The shock that came from everybody’s faces, even Aizawa who had arrived with Bakugo watching the two kids.

“Did you explain?” You asked the two kids running back as they jumped onto the sofa sitting beside you.

“Yeah we’d gone on a run and saw them.” You nodded at the lie before Ryo spoke.

“Where are we, old man?” The two words you hadn’t expected him to repeat as he looked at Bakugo, who looked like he was about to kill the kid.

“Katsuki don’t.” You were tired and Kaiya had moved to lie on you to try and gain some sleep.

“Let me call someone, they might be able to sort this out.” Aizawa swiftly left not even questioning the lie.

Mina was the first one to speak however as Bakugo sat beside you, Ryo climbing on top to sit on his lap. “You can’t deny it they look like you both?”

“What? No, they don’t dumbass, we look totally different.” Bakugo was in denial and you had accepted that maybe they were from the future.

“Kacchan, we all see it.” Deku speaks.

Bakugo scowled at everybody as you hummed a song in Kaiya’s ear to make her fall asleep. Momo sat down in front ready to ask questions to the hyperactive Ryo, “Ryo, is it, how old are you and your sister?”

“I’m 7 and Kaiya is 5.” He speaks proudly, you stroked the boys hair Bakugo tense as the boy held his hand.

“And your surnames?” Momo continued, everybody wanting to hear this,

“Bakugo.” He spoke happily, it confirmed it all.

“And Y/n and Katsuki are your parents?” He nods, your hands still in his blond hair.

“Dad you were telling us about the first time you met mum when we were on the beach.” Ryo started playing with the silver band on Bakugo’s fingers.

“And where was that?” You ear perked at wanting to hear the answer.

Kaiya had drifted off, happily lying on your chest, “you both met at UA dad said you fell in love with him at the first time you met, but you told me that you thought he was an…”

You both speak in sync, “egotistical bitch.”

You didn’t know what to say as the boy happily played with Bakugo’s fingers, the rest of the class looking utterly astonished and for the first time Bakugo was lost for words. Aizawa walked back in with a woman you didn’t recognise, she introduced herself quickly. You didn’t care for her name, instead her quirk which let her identify connections between people which made her the most suitable for this situation.

“I need to touch your hands.” You put your hand out as Bakugo disgruntledly does as well before Ryo puts his hand on top and you put Kaiya’s on her as well. She closed her eyes as if she was working out all of the connections that the four of you would have with one another.

Before finally opening her eyes she grabbed a pen and paper quickly writing everything down which looked like an extensive list, your whole class waited patiently, intrigued to know her answer. “well here it is, Ryo and Kaiya are both siblings, Y/n is their mother and Katsuki is their father, and Y/n and Katsuki aren’t blood related but are marri…”

Aizawa coughs as everybody knew what the last word was. They were yours and you and Bakugo had lasted, even married in the future, you were able to have a family with him.

“They’re are what?” Bakugo was shocked to say the least.

“I told you, old man.” Ryo laughed at the boy.

You thanked the woman as you looked at Aizawa, “I already called the commission they’ll be here in a couple hours, go take them to your rooms.”

You nod carefully holding Kaiya and Ryo had started to fall asleep on Bakugo as well. The way Bakugo held him made you go soft inside; it was truly perfect and a sight for sore eyes. Moving into the closest room, which was Bakugo’s you all stepped inside, letting them sleep on his bed.

“What do you think they’ll do to them?”

“Hopefully find a way back for them, future us needs our kids after all.” You went beside the wall, making sure the two kids didn’t fall as Bakugo joined the other side, they slept peacefully in between the two of you.

“You really think we’ll have these two then.”

“It’s confirmed now, I’m…glad it’s with you.” Bakugo was acting nicer as he moved his daughters hair from her face.

“You’d be an amazing father Katsuki.”

“So, would you, princess.” You giggled as he moved his fingers into your own, you had started to drift off to sleep, Bakugo watching as he did see a family in front of him before he fell asleep himself.

You both slept peacefully before hearing banging on your door, “what time is it?” You mutter stretching your arms, there was no sign of the two kids, but you hadn’t realised it was only 6am (again?) and the sound of Kirishima’s voice echoed through the room.

“Baby wake up?” You giggle as his arm was wrapped around your own.

“One more minute.” His morning voice turning you on, you loved how rough and deep it got when he was tired.

You hit his head as he finally got up, you gave him a small peck before you left for your own room, not noticing anything to be different. He let you go and as you quickly got changed into your uniform you ran down the steps ready to eat some breakfast.

Bakugo sat beside you, his hand on your thigh, “I like the hair clip.”

You were confused before you touched your hair, unclipping it you saw a bright yellow colour, it was cute but definitely for a child, you didn’t even know where it came from. “Suki we went for ice cream last night and then we came straight back didn’t we?” You question.

“Yeah dumbass.” You nod before he speaks again, “last night was a blur.”

It was it felt like something was missing from your memories and you didn’t know what it was, even the hair clip brought a pain in your chest. You dismissed the idea entirely, you and Bakugo continued on happily eating and talking. He gave you a soft kiss whilst nobody was looking, it was soft and filled with love and comfort. Whatever you had both forgotten you were sure you’d find out one day what it was.

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kpop-stan23-writes · 3 years

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old money seonghwa

another case of me reading this post by @warmau and being inspired! btw, if you enjoy brilliantly clever bullet aus you should definitely give skye a follow.

read san's part here and mingi’s part here

group: ateez member: seonghwa genre: fluff? rich boy au word count: 1.5k warnings: a few curse words. the note is a little suggestive pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

note: the seonghwa i portray here definitely isn't the type of seonghwa who would hover over you while dressed in a three piece suit and you're wearing nothing but one of his vintage watches but i figure hey, maybe he can grow into that seonghwa

heir to a trust fund that has been getting richer by the decade

only knows other trust fund babies

appears cold and standoffish to the general public but that's really only because he doesn't know how to interact with people not in the top 1%

(secretly very awkward)

only wears high end luxury brands and old, vintage watches that have been in his family for generations

gets driven around in a limo with windows tinted black

perfect gentleman

has never once in his life forgotten his manners because they were practically beaten into him since he could walk

everybody in the upper class loves him because they think he's perfect: perfect manners, perfect looks, perfect bank account

and that's okay

it's the only life he's known, after all

until he meets you

it's your friend's birthday, and their rich other half has given you some money to pick out something

you're frugal, having grown up modestly, and knowing your friend's taste, found something they'll adore for a fraction of the money their s/o gave you

you're standing in front of a jewelry store when your friend surprises you and all but drags you into the store

you roll your eyes but follow, listening to them say that you should go ahead and spend the spare change *wink wink*

seonghwa is already inside, searching for a suitable gift for his mother's own birthday

he looks up when he hears a salesperson greet the newcomers

and immediately tells the saleswoman helping him to bag everything you look at

her eyes widen at the request but nods and hurries away to inform the others

you're none the wiser, eyeing the lovely jewelry and ignoring your friend as they try to convince you that their s/o wouldn't mind if you spent the money on yourself, since you've already gotten the birthday gift *wink wink*

your friend does find a little something as a birthday gift to themselves and you follow them to the cashier

three large bags are placed on the counter and you and your friend share a look

"i only purchased this," your friend says

"oh no these are yours," the cashier says, looking directly at you

"but i didn't--i can't--"

"oh they're on seonghwa's tab. he's just over there"

your head whips around just in time to see the retreating back of a tall figure

you look back at the three large bags filled to the brim each with neatly wrapped boxes

"how much..."

your friend nearly chokes when the cashier hands over the bill

you don't dare look yourself, just stare at the empty entry where this seonghwa disppeared

your friend fills you in about the park seonghwa as you walk to your car, arms heavy with the unexpected gifts

with every fact your friend tells you, you feel yourself grow more and more confused

this man has everything he could ever want, and you assume that includes his fill of attractive suitors of the same class

so who are you? just a random stranger who happened to stop by a high-end jewelry store way out of your price range

when your friend's s/o hears about what happened, they're just as shocked as you

because park seonghwa spending oodles on a perfect stranger? what has the world come to

you try going back to the jewelry store to return the jewels, but they tell you they can't process a refund without the original card

so you convince your friend's s/o to give you the address to seonghwa's penthouse apartment, because now you get a chance to demand an explanation as well

stepping out of the cab with your arms full of bags with the expensive name splashed across in big bold letters makes you feel sorely out of place

because wow what a building

the lobby, while small, has tall ceilings, and the marble floors make every step you take echo

the woman behind the counter is in a simple black dress that still looks like it costs more than several months of your salary put together and you fidget nervously in your ripped jeans and scuffed shoes

the woman looks down her nose at you even though you're standing over her and for a moment you're at a loss as to what to say

the longer you stand there, though, the more foolish you feel, and you hate feeling foolish, so quickly you're just mad you're in this situation to begin with

you drop the heavy bags on the smooth wood counter and say "let seonghwa know i'm here to return the jewelry"

"and what's your name?"

"he'll know who it is"

she looks like she's ready to argue, but you just turn your back to her, leaning against the counter and tapping your foot obnoxiously loudly in a way that makes it obvious you won't leave until she's given seonghwa your message

she huffs but picks up the phone

she relays your message in a tone that clearly says she doesn't believe a word you say and you have to fight a smirk when you notice her eyes widen in surprise at seonghwa's response

she clears her throat and passes you a key board and tells you to use it to get to the penthouse floor

you take the card and gather your bags and march toward the elevators

frustration is still coursing through your veins when the elevator doors open directly into seonghwa's living room, so you don't notice that wow the pictures you've found online of park seonghwa don't do him justice

instead you march fearlessly up to him, drop the bags on the large leather sofa, and cross your arms over your chest

"what exactly are these for?"

you are prepared for all sorts of reactions, ranging from disbelief to anger

what you weren't expecting was the ever-cool, every-confident park seonghwa to burn holes in his slippers, rub the back of his neck uncertainly, and say questioningly, "they're for you?"

you're so shocked at his response that you're rendered dumb

this is not the park seonghwa you were expecting

he's looking at you now, his dark eyes wide (you know the look he gets, the galaxy-filled boba-eyed look) and look as innocent as a calf

any anger you had at being put in this ridiculous situation leaves you immediately and now you're feeling as awkward and uncertain as he appears to be

you clear your throat and gesture to the bags and explain that no one could possibly wear that many jewels in one lifetime

he seems confused and you suddenly wonder if he's ever seen the women in his life wear a piece of jewelry more than once

"look it's a really sweet and kind gesture," you say quickly, "but it's simply too much. can you please return these?"

seonghwa just nods and you're left standing in front of each other awkwardly

you finally bow and scurry away, but are then left hanging out to dry because where the hell is that elevator and why didn't it just stay on the top floor when you got out??

your friend and their s/o pesters you about how it went but you just wave them off because you're guessing you've seen a side of park seonghwa no one has ever seen before and it feels strangely intimate and you feel strangely protective

you keep an eye out for him in the news, now, though, and can't get over how put-together and suave he looks on camera

it makes you almost wish you could get to know the seonghwa you saw

but you're from completely different worlds, shop at completely different stores, and after all he only spotted you out of chance

what you aren't expecting is to see him at your friend's birthday party just two weeks later

because their s/o is hosting the event, it's black tie required, and with your friend's help you clean up well

you're also there before the other guests, helping the s/o as a second host

so as you're making the rounds of the guests, you stop in your tracks when you spot park seonghwa

damn he looks really good in a suit

and for a moment you see the cool, distant park seonghwa in the flesh

but as soon as your eyes meet, his gaze warms and is that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

you straighten your shoulders because dammit you will be a good second host and greet all the guests like you're supposed to

you finally make your way to seonghwa and thank him for attending your friend's birthday party

"i never caught your name," he says before you can run away

you stop in your tracks and just stare at him now because he really bought those things without even knowing your name? seeing him at your friend's party you thought maybe he recognized you through their s/o but he really couldn’t have picked you out of a lineup?

he shifts under your unblinking gaze and you quickly clear your throat and introduce yourself properly

he smiles a little and you swear you hear him say "pretty. it suits you" under his breath

but you heard wrong, right?

you finally manage to flee when you hear your name called and you quickly bow before scurrying away

seonghwa is left in a daze the rest of the evening, your pretty name going around and around in his head

the end?

#ateez #seonghwa #ateez scenarios #seonghwa scenarios #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #maybe? idk what fluff is #rich boy au #rich boy!seonghwa #the money series

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Ask and you shall receive! Here’s a little blurb about this post, filled with an angsty y/n and an adorably dimwitted Harry. Oh yeah, also smut. Enjoy!

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If there was one thing about you that Harry hated, it was how stubborn you were. And if there was one thing about Harry that drove you absolutely mad, it was when he left arguments incomplete—choosing the easy way out instead of finishing the conversation you ultimately started.

It was with good cause, though. After being together for three years, the little things started to surface every now and then. And with the aid of liquor coursing through both of your veins, it was only a matter of time until a fight started.

They never lasted long. And it was usually cured by sex, but sometimes, Harry did things that drove you absolutely bonkers, leaving you wanting to punish him a bit. Like tonight, for example, when you had to remind him three times that he had to be ready by eight o’clock in order to make it to your best friend’s birthday dinner on the other side of town. You watch by the vanity as you finish applying your nude lipstick, observing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly on the bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His outfit was laid out beside him, his hair still wet from the shower he had recently gotten out of, and the time on the clock read 7:42.

“Harry, please get dressed. We’re supposed to be out the door in five minutes,” you remind him, sitting on the bed beside him while you buckle the strap of your heel around your exposed ankle. He nods absentmindedly while texting Jeff about scheduling radio interviews for the upcoming album, seemingly ignoring what you were telling him.

“Harry.”

Your tone is laced with annoyance now, and immediately his eyes snap over towards yours, taking in your completed look for the first time since slipping on the black dress you decided to wear this evening. His eyes rake your body instantly, and because of the years you’ve been with him, you know exactly what he’s thinking already. But you don’t have time for this, and when you stand up abruptly and saunter towards the door, you try to ignore the pout he shoots in your direction.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he says slowly, sitting up straight and facing the door you were currently standing in.

“Harry, please just get dressed! I promised Catherine we’d be there early,” you say tightly, giving him a pointed look until he surrenders and gets off the bed, reaching for his briefs in the dresser on the other side of the bedroom.

“Jesus, what is with you always needing to be early? You know Catherine’s always late, anyways,” Harry says in a clipped tone, shoving his long legs through the navy trousers laid out on the bed.

“Don’t start. This is important to me, and I don’t need your lack of time management ruining Catherine’s birthday dinner that I’ve been planning for weeks.” You knew that you were being a bit over dramatic, but the stress of making your high-maintenance best friend happy was weighing down on you. Coupled with the fact that Harry was leaving again for a few months, you were under a lot of stress to make everybody happy.

“What do you mean ‘lack of time management?!’ We’re talking about Catherine for Christ’s sakes! The girl who showed up late to almost every event you’ve hosted in the past two years! I think she’ll manage us being a couple of minutes late.” Harry speaks while finishing putting on his outfit, and for once, you really don’t have it in you to argue. Because arguing costs time. And time is something you are lacking at the current moment.

Your silence is what causes his head to snap in your direction, giving you a confused look. “Oh are you giving me the silent treatment now?”

You know that he doesn’t mean it, but his words are causing you to seethe in your heels. Before you can make a comment that will cause another argument, you start heading towards the stairs, grabbing your keys by the table near the front hallway and throwing them into your clutch.

“Oh, come on! Catherine probably won’t even be there for another hour anyways!” His voice is right behind you, and before you can even think about it, you’ve pivoted on your heel, your hair whipping against your neck with the sheer force of your movements.

“Enough! I’d like to get there before my perpetually late friend, and I don’t need you breathing down my fucking neck about it! Can you do that for me? Please?” You really didn’t mean to snap at him, but he’s been egging you on ever since you’ve asked him to get ready hours ago.

You know that your boyfriend means well, and that he’s got enough on his plate as it is, and going to your forgetful best friend’s birthday dinner is probably the last thing of importance on his list—but you’ve done so much for him. You’ve flown out to shows, you’ve gone months without seeing him due to his demanding schedule, you’ve practically uprooted your life to accommodate his throughout your relationship. And, of course, it was all worth it—because he’s worth everything. But sometimes, especially times like this, you wish he would realize that and just do as you say.

And with one clipped nod, the nod he gives you when he’s surrendering to the argument, he reaches behind you for the front door and holds it open, allowing you to walk in front of him and head towards the car at the end of the driveway, trying your hardest to let the anger seep out of your skin.

***

You hate to say it, but Harry was right. Catherine was forty-five minutes late to her birthday dinner, and before it was over, she was already drunk enough to completely forget to thank you for putting the entire thing together.

But you were far too proud to show your boyfriend that he was right, so instead of acknowledging the smug look he was shooting your way, you decide to order another drink and continue swallowing them down until you were drunk enough to forget how annoyed you were at the entire evening. When Catherine announces moving the party to the new club that opened downtown, you decided you were done, choosing instead to end the night early.

While you were waiting for the valet, you notice that Harry wasn’t as drunk as you were, but he was definitely drunk enough to let his hands rest low on your hips while his body enveloped yours, seemingly protecting you from the cold. His lips would brush your neck every now and then, and while you appreciated how touchy he got when liquor was in his veins, you were still annoyed at the unfinished argument the two of you had hours earlier.

“You look so beautiful tonight, baby. Can’t wait to take you home,” he whispers in your ear. You blame the shiver that racks your body on the wind, even though your insides were burning at the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against the shell of your ear.You’re silent the entire car ride home, resting your head against the window as Harry’s hands splay against your exposed upper thigh uncovered by your short hemline. With every stop light, he would look over towards you, and you could feel the heat of his gaze every time he ogled your body in the short garment.

Ignoring Harry when you were mad at him was an entire feat in itself.

When he pulls into the driveway, you’re the first to spring out of the car, determined to put enough distance between the two of you so you aren’t tempted to let him win the argument. Harry knows this, because he knows how stubborn you can be. He loves this little game of yours that you play, and while he knows he’ll ultimately apologize to you in the end, watching the way you battle yourself with touching him and keeping your distance makes him only want to rip your clothes off more.

He sits on the loveseat in your bedroom while you rip your heels off and place them on the shoe rack in your closet. You're aware of his gaze, watching every step you take as you remove your earrings, plug your phone into the charger, run to the restroom to wash your face. His silence is irritating, but you’d be damned if you were the first to break it.

It’s once you’ve finally stripped out of your dress when Harry breaks.

“Christ, can you come here, please? You’re killing me, baby.” His voice is rough and you can hear the frustration laced in his words, and it’s enough to make you stare at him head on, hands gripping the undergarments gracing your hips, looking down at him with a stern look.

Harry does his hardest to hide the growing bulge in his pants at the sight of you.

“I’m still upset with you,” you utter, walking towards the loveseat slowly. You purposely matched your bra with your underwear, and it’s enough to cause Harry’s eyes to wander the expanse of your skin, holding back a groan at the sight of you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice sounds miles away, and you can tell that your body is distracting him. He’s not even looking into your eyes, and once his big hands reach out to grab your hips and pull you down on top of him, you immediately back away, removing his hands from your body.

“No touching. Not until you’ve apologized properly.” You know it’s wrong to tease him, but sometimes your boyfriend needs a little reminder of how to treat you when he’s been a bit unfair towards you.

He frowns instantly, crossing his arms against his chest like a petulant child. It’s enough to cause you to snort, before crossing the room and laying on the bed, your back towards him and your front facing the window.

You can hear him shuffling around, most likely removing his clothes in favor of wearing his briefs to bed. And once the overhead light is off, just the light of the moon filtering through the room, you can feel his body hovering over yours in the bed, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

“Hate when you’re a tease,” he whispers against your neck, rolling your body so that you're completely under his, staring up into his dark eyes.

You lock your arms around his neck. “Hate when you’re a prick,” you reply back, trying your hardest to suppress the moan urging itself out of your throat when his hands trace the swells of your breasts, before settling at the tops of your underwear.

“How many times do I have to apologize?” He says, his eyes locked on your body instead of your eyes. You know that he’s been wanting to see you naked all night, and while it makes your skin prickle with goosebumps, it’s not enough.

“Until you mean it.” You watch as he swears under his breath, before moving his hands behind your back to the clasp of your bra. He’s cautious, testing to see how you’ll react, wondering if this is still a game for you. And when you’re quiet, he takes that as affirmation, ridding you of your top layer before pressing his mouth against your newly exposed skin.

You bite your lip so hard until you can taste the metallic flavor of blood, trying your hardest to ignore Harry’s bulge growing against your upper thigh. His mouth is moving lower and lower, his hands kneading your exposed flesh, and it’s driving you absolutely mad to stay silent. But you’re still angry. And stubborn as a bull.

“You know I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt your feelings,” his lips are ghosting over your clothed center, and when your body twitches under his, he takes that as a sign to pull the lace from your skin, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Yeah, well you did, Harry.” Your voice comes out much more high-pitched than normal, and you know that it’s due to your boyfriend’s proximity to your heat. It’s coursing now, and Harry’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your exposed center.

“Didn’t mean it,” he’s distracted again, and before you can yell at him, you watch as his ringed fingers trickle from your navel down to your clit, before swiping against your folds. He’s testing you, wondering how long you’ll be upset with him. You’re still silent, because he doesn’t deserve you at your full-capacity, not when he’s still so cavalier about the way he treated you earlier.

When he removes his briefs and teases you with the tip, your hands immediately grip his shoulder blades forcefully, and the sting is enough to make him look at you for longer than a few seconds.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever…” he’s teasing you, knowing that you’ll eventually break. But your boyfriend is completely underestimating your stubbornness, and when he tries to turn you over so that your front is pressed into the pillows and your backside is in the air, the position that he craves the most, you clench your abdominal muscles and anchor yourself to the mattress.

You won’t be giving him that luxury today.

He says your name breathlessly, but you ignore it. Instead, you bring your mouth closer to his, before speaking instead of kissing him. “Need you to mean it, baby.”

Harry groans against your lips, his tip slipping in when you moved closer to his chest. His mind is moving a hundred miles a minute, trying to remember the exchange of words you both had hours earlier, wondering what he did to make you so upset.

You can tell that he’s thinking, and you decide to reward him by wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing him to slip further inside of you. You’re not that much of a monster.

“I do mean it! I’m sorry I made you late,” he’s stuttering and his eyes are completely blown out, and normally you’d kiss him at this moment when his length is almost completely enveloped by your heat. But he still isn’t understanding it. And you’re still mad.

“Not why I’m angry with you,” you say against the corner of his mouth, your breath hitching once he’s completely bottomed out inside of you. His brain is clouded over with lust, and trying to apologize at this moment is damn near impossible.

His hips start to rut against yours, and when he pulls back out and pushes inside of you once more, gathering a gentle rhythm, you dig your fingernails deeper into his skin to remind him that you are, in fact, still waiting for a decent apology.

Harry’s breathing your name in between moans, his lips inching towards yours desperately. He normally kisses you during sex, tangles his tongue with yours, pulls his teeth against your bottom lip, anything he can do to get closer to you. But you’re denying him of this luxury, and he’s growing more and more frustrated with each pump into you.

“Harry!” You’re not sure if it’s from pleasure or from the fact that he still can’t come up with the reason why you’re so upset with him. But once you’ve stilled under him, his eyes snap to yours, and he’s realizing then that he truly has been a bit of a dickhead tonight.

“Didn’t mean to make you late. Didn’t mean to egg you on. I know—fuck, I know Catherine is always late but that doesn’t mean you are. I know this was important to you. ‘M sorry I was such an asshole. You’re important to me. I love you, fuck baby, I love you too much. Can’t stand you being mad at me. Please.” He’s desperate, his words falling over your cheek in hot pants. His eyes dart between both your pupils, and you can tell that he needs you to understand his words. That he truly means them. That he needs you to fucking accept his apology because he’s about to burst inside of you, and his heart can’t take you not kissing him and looking at him the way you normally do.

You smile then, removing your hands from his shoulders and tangling them into his hair, bringing your lips to his. He sighs in your mouth, relief coursing through his veins. He starts pumping into you again, and you’re finally reciprocating, kissing his cheeks and his neck, whispering his name into his skin, telling him that you love him with each press further into the mattress.

And when he finally comes, you reward him with an open-mouthed kiss, your tongue tangling with his, whispering “I love you” until it settles into the back of his throat.

Because even though you’re stubborn, and even though Harry can be dim when it comes to apologies, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You love him far too much to let him go that easily, and when you’re cuddled into his chest and he’s running his fingers down your matted hair, you fall asleep knowing that you’re safe in his arms.

#blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry x reader #harry smut #1dff #1dffupdates

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jean-kayak · 3 years

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Chapter 5

Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), unprotected sex, reader being a tease, major sexual tension, grinding, multiple orgasms

A/N: Alrighty people, this is the moment you all been waiting for lmao, hope you like it. Here’s y’all food 🤣

Word Count: 3101

P.S.: If you listen to Body by Summer Walker, it'll make it better, I'll say when to play it and I've been dying to put this song in an Eren fic bc every time I listen to it, I only think of him lmfao

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @germfart3, @styxtm, @iwascrybaby, @bigdaddyzawa, @erensblackgirlfriend

Chapter Summary: You finally give in to him, with a little teasing of course

You cross your arms as you shake your head. "Ymir, I've already told you, I don't want a birthday party," you oppose, and she throws her hands up.

"Why not? Everyone wants a birthday party!" she argues, and you give her a look.

"Twenty's not even that big of a milestone. And my parents aren't gonna be home on the actual day, so I thought I could just relax, you know? I have a lot of shows to catch up on."

Ymir scoffs as she turns to Jean. "Please convince her that this is a good idea," she tries, and you look at Jean who shrugs.

"Why not? I mean you're only twenty once, right?" Your mouth drops open when you hear that he's siding with her, and Ymir cheers in triumph. "Come on, it's a party. It'll be fun."

"What's this about a party?" You feel your face go hot when Eren walks into the living room, and Ymir tilts her body so that she can look at Eren.

"We're throwing a party for, Y/N." You move to stand in front of her, blocking her view.

"No, you are not. I said I don't want a party. Why can't I just spend it with my two best friends and some terribly painful cliche movies?" you counter, and she gives you a bored look.

"What's wrong with a party?" Eren speaks up, and everyone turns around, putting him into the conversation. "I had one," he comments, and you roll your eyes, knowing it's not going to help your case.

"Exactly! So, did I when I turned twenty," she continues. "And turning twenty is a big milestone. It's your twenty's," she emphasizes, and you smile as you shake your head.

"Ymir, no."

"Y/N, yes!"

You both go back and forth until you're subconsciously talking. "No," Eren cuts off you, and you don't even realize it, not even turning to him as you say yes.

"Alright!" Ymir cheers and your mouth opens at what just happened. You turn to Eren who just gives you a wink, and you glare at him.

"Fine," you give in, "but no alcohol, Ymir."

Of course, Ymir planned to have the party in Jean's backyard, saying his had the nicest appeal, your close friends were all coming along with a few others, and you ended up celebrating your birthday with your parents the day before because they were leaving for a business trip on the day of your birthday.

Ymir thought a pool party was a good idea, but all Jean had was about a forty-two foot wide, five-foot deep pool in his backyard, but he filled it up anyway, and it was hot, so Ymir thought that was a good enough excuse for everyone to wear swimsuits.

Ymir was waiting for you to get changed, and her eyes widen when you come out in yours, a two-piece yellow suit. "What? Is there something wrong with it?" you ask, checking yourself in the mirror, wondering if maybe it was a bit too revealing.

"Absolutely not. You look smoking hot. I would sleep with you," she says, and you laugh loudly as you slip a huge t-shirt over yourself and you turn around to see Ymir walking up to you. "I'm serious. You might even get some birthday dick."

You guffaw as you shake your head and put your shoes on. "Yeah, right. Don't plan on that happening at all tonight."

You raise an eyebrow when you see a tiara and a sash in her hands. "Here, put these on," she tells you, and you scoff.

"Why? Everyone already knows it's my birthday," you answer, and she shrugs, pushing the items closer to you.

"It's for dramatic effect." You roll your eyes before slipping the slash on, looking in the mirror to put on the tiara.

You follow her downstairs, and she asks you to grab the ice cream and the waffle cones while she finishes setting up outside. You see Eren when you walk in, the only thing covering his body are the swim trunks that definitely are too small, the outline of his muscles clear as day.

Neither of you exchanges a word as you grab the stuff from the ice cream from the deep freezer before moving to grab the cones. There on the top shelf, so you have to reach up to get them, practically feeling his eyes burning into your ass, which is now partially exposed, and you jump slightly when you feel hands around your waist.

"Need some help?" he whispers in your ear, and you refuse to let him get you flustered again, so you grab the cones, before looking at him over your shoulder.

"No, I got it," you say before pushing your ass back against him, and you feel his breath hitch. "Thanks though," you say, smirking before walking away, looking back and chuckling slightly at his shocked expression.

Ymir takes the stuff from you and makes you wait in the house, wanting to announce you when you come out, and you shake your head fondly, but following anyway, and when she calls your name, you're walking out, the backyard is filled with whoops and hollers, and you find yourself smiling and laughing. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.

Everyone surrounds you at the table as they sing happy birthday, and you blow out the candles, everyone clapping before Ymir starts to cut the cake. Everyone comes to you individually when they can during the party, wishing you a happy birthday and giving you a hug.

You got into the pool pretty early, about seven people being able to get in without it being crowded, and also because it was a lot hotter than you thought it would be, so people are coming in and out of the house to escape the heat. You're slipping your shoes off when you make eye contact with Eren across the yard, who's watching you, and you make a show of slowly stripping off your shirt, tossing it in a chair next to you before turning around and bending over, sticking your arm in the water, pretending that you're testing the temperature, knowing that this swimsuit was a little bit more revealing than your other ones, knowing that your ass was nearly exposed.

You look over your shoulder to see that his eyes are glued to your ass, and you can help but chuckle before you get in, feeling proud of yourself because two can play at this game. You sort of just wade in the water, talking to your friends. You don't go underwater since you just got twists, which Ymir paid for, even though you insisted that she didn't have to, but she said she was treating you since it was your birthday.

You share your slice of cake with Jean, opting for eating ice cream instead, and you make eye contact with Eren for a second time, and another idea forms in your head. He's watching you intently this time, a look in his eye you can't really pinpoint, but you check to make sure no one's looking your way before licking at your ice cream in the filthiest way, and you can see his fist clench, making you smile widely.

You dip a finger into it before raising it to your mouth, making a lewd show of licking your finger clean before popping it out of your mouth, sending him a wink, and you see him breathe out heavily before he looks away, and you laugh softly before Ymir's pulling you away saying that you have to take pictures for the occasion.

There's some alcohol because it's Ymir, but not enough for you to be overly concerned, taking a couple of shots until Ymir insists that you have a few more because you're close to being legal now, and you have to stop her when she tries to take more than you. The party's pretty much died down, the only people left are some of your close friends, and you're walking into the house to put the ice cream in the freezer when you hear footsteps behind you.

You turn around to see Eren, hiding your smirk as you close the freezer. "Happy birthday," he says as his eyes trail down your body, your suit still wet from the water, so it's clinging to your skin.

"Thanks," you respond easily, noticing that there's an edge to his voice. To Eren right now, you're basically naked, and he's pretty sure you know that. He couldn't help the envious burn in his chest at the sight of Jean hugging you, his hand resting on the exposed skin between your top and your bottoms, and he wanted to walk over there and take you in front of everybody.

His eyes were on you the entire time, never leaving you, and it's not like he wanted to, and he already knew that he was going to have you after your first little stunt, but you kept going, kept pushing him. He knew you knew that he was watching you, having to quickly stop his mouth from falling open after seeing how little your swimsuit was.

He didn't expect you to be such a fucking tease, nearly having to go somewhere to take care of his hard-on that you caused after your third stunt, and that's when he lost it. "Aren't you glad you had the party?" he asks you, and you smile softly before nodding.

"Yeah, I did. Ymir did a really good job," you admit, and he nods, his eyes catching a drop of water run down your chest into the valley of your breasts, and he feels his dick stir again. He steps closer to you until the freezer is digging into your ass.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" he asks, and you shrug as you tilt your head.

(play the music here hehe)

"Maybe. Did you like it?" you ask teasingly, and he smirks at you as he rests his hands on either side of you on top of the freezer. "Thought it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine." You don't know where all of this confidence is coming from, but you don't let it ruin the moment.

"Yeah?" he says, leaning closer to your lips.

"Yeah," you echo, watching his eyes glance down at your lips before he licks his.

He watches you smirk, the lustful look in your eyes matching his, both of you more than feeling the tension in the room. You turn around, moving just enough so that he doesn't have to move his arm, and his eyes instantly fall to your ass, and his hands grip the edge of the freezer when you bend over, and he moves back to give you room, your backside flush against his dick, and he sighs heavily.

The music from outside is still clear as day, so you roll your hips against him to the rhythm of the music as his hands grip your hips. You go from moving your hips side to side, up and down, rolling them around in a circle until Eren feels like he might cum from the stimulation and the sight of your almost naked ass grinding against him.

And you can't help but admit that this is affecting you too. You're pretty sure that if your swimsuit wasn't wet, then the huge wet spot from your arousal that you know is there would show through. You gasp suddenly when he pulls you up flush against his chest but your shoulder, his hands rubbing all over your body as you continue moving your hips.

"So," you start, not even realizing that you're practically breathless from just grinding against him. "How's it taste?"

He brings a hand up to your neck, guiding you to face him, and he leans down but pulls away when you try to close in, and he smirks seeing the hunger in your eyes that matches his. "If you're gonna fuck me, Jaeger, then fuck me."

That's all it takes before he's crashing his lips down on yours, the kiss taking your breath away as he tightens his hands around your waist. He pulls away too quickly for your liking, but the next thing you know he's pulling you upstairs so fast that you're glad you took your shoes off because you're sure that you would've tripped. He's leading you to his old room, quickly opening the door and closing it behind him, the door barely clicking closed before he has you on the bed, his hands touching every part of your body that's exposed.

His lips are on yours again, and kissing him is nothing like you've ever imagined, which to your embarrassment is way too many times to count. It's sloppy, but it feels so good, like finally receiving something that you've been deprived of for so long. He unravels the string on your swim top, his lips never leaving yours as he throws the clothing to the side.

The kisses are nothing but tongue, but it's full of hunger, the sounds of your lips smacking together echoing in the room, and he moves down, sucking every mark into your neck until it's covered in love bites as his hands cup your boobs, groping them roughly, whining softly when he pulls at the hard buds.

"Come on, Eren," you plead, bucking your hips up, brushing against his raging erection, and he groans into your neck before lifting himself up to get rid of his trunks while you get rid of your bottoms. You can't help but gape at his dick, looking at how big it is, and you start to worry if it'll actually fit.

"It'll fit," Eren states, reading your mind, sitting up on his knees, looking down at you. "You're gonna take all of it, cause I'm not playing games anymore."

Your mouth opens to say something, but you go quiet when he starts stroking himself, and you realize that you haven't actually looked at him. And, God, he's so hot, your mouth watering subconsciously. This is way better than what you've fantasized, and you fight the urge to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.

You lean forward to rub down his abs which definitely feel like they could cut glass before you brush over his length on the way down, making his jaw clench. You're about to replace his hand, but he moves yours away, and you're being pushed back down onto the bed as he lines himself up.

You gulp in anticipation, but your mouth falls open when you feel the tip start to stretch you out, and you moan at the feeling. He braces himself on his elbows as he slides in further, and you feel your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch burn throughout your whole body rendering you nearly speechless.

"God," he pants, his voice breaking as he rests his forehead against yours. "You feel so fucking good, even better than I fucking imagined," he sighs once he bottoms out, and you feel so full, your nerve endings on a thousand.

"Move," you manage, and he wastes no time in pulling out, and you go from feeling completely empty to full in an instant, your scream bouncing off the walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, his chain smacking your chin with every roll of his hips.

"Eren!" you scream when he hits those bundle of nerves inside of you, and his hips falter when you clench around him.

"Shit, say my name again, baby girl. Scream it," he demands, picking up the pace to brutalize that spot, and your nails dig into his back as you say his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Ngh, I'm close." You can barely get the words out, every cant of his hips feels like he's reaching deeper inside of you every time.

"Shit, me too. Cum, baby, please cum," he begs, running a hand down your side to thumb at your clit. You cum as soon as he makes contact, and he puts his lips on yours to muffle your scream of his name as you cum so hard you see stars. "Fuck," he whispers, his hips seeming to pick up speed, and then his body's tensing as he shoots into you.

You don't even have the chance to catch your breath because he's slipping out of you and flipping you over. You already feel the soreness starting to form, and he rubs soothing circles down your back as he props you up on your knees. "You got one more in you for me, I know you do, baby," he says, easing back inside of you, and you feel your eyes rolling at the stretch.

"Move, Eren, come on," you rush, moving your hips back against him, and he grips your hips hard before he starts moving, and your hands keep a tight grip on the sheets as you bite into the pillow, muffling the sounds that spill out of your mouth that you have no control over.

He's ramming into that spot inside of you, and your body is shaking with overstimulation, the only way you're staying upright is because he's holding you. "Too--oh fuck," you cry out, trying to tell him that it's too much, your body feeling like it's going to explode, your brain numb with pleasure.

"You can take it, you're my good girl, yeah?" He releases a broken moan when you clamp around him, and he leans over you, his grunts and suppressed moans are breathing right in your ear, and you let out a broken whine as you buck back into him as you seem to move away from him at the same time.

His head falls on your shoulder. "God, Y/N, you feel so good, I'm so fucking close," he praises, and the wrecked sound of your name is the last straw, dropping your head down to cover the loud scream that rips from your chest, your body going rigid as your eyes roll back in your head.

"Shit, shit," he swears, and he's cumming right after you, releasing another load inside of you. You both stay in the same position, your ragged breaths barely filling your ears, wincing when he pulls out, and as soon as he lets go, you're falling limp on the bed.

You barely move, every shift of your legs sends an overstimulated jolt through your body, and you feel him flop down on the bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."

|Chapter 4|Masterlist|Chapter 6|

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helloprettybb · 4 years

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makes everything better

Hey everybody, I told myself I wasn’t going to create deadlines for myself, but I really wanted to release something. It takes place around now, but IW didn’t happen so Steve is like 36 and the reader is in her mid-twenties. Bucky is the only one really mentioned, but just know, Tony and Nat are still alive.

summary- you and Steve are perfect for each other. you finish each other’s sentences, think of the same jokes and act practically the same. the two of you are so in sync and it drives Bucky crazy that you aren’t together already.

warnings- age gap, cursing, accidental fault in our stars reference oops

word count- 1.4k

“What do we need...” you drift off, opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. Looking for whatever needs replacements, you scan the pantry. “Okay, we need-”

“Graham crackers,” Steve finishes your sentence as he walks into the kitchen. You nod and type it into the list on your phone. Steve gives you a once over when he sees you making the list on your phone. You roll your eyes playfully as you continue to create the list.

You jump between the pantries, fridge, and freezer. You and Steve dance around each other as he writes his list, on paper of course. From an outside perspective, the scene looked insane as you went under his arm or he slid behind you. But for some reason, the rhythmic chaos moved smoothly as the two of you made separate lists.

The first time you went grocery shopping, you only made a digital list and unfortunately, your phone died and left you relying on your memory. The second time, you didn’t make a list on your phone and trusted Steve’s paper one. But when he emptied his pockets, he realized he left it by his motorcycle keys, which were still at home since you forced him to take you in a car. From then on, you went together and both made your own lists in case of an emergency. You get pulled out of your element when you hear Steve ask, “Ooh, did you add the-”

“Trail mix.” you say. “Yep, I even put down the specific Peanut Butter Monster. Because someone threw a fit last time.” You say the last part a little louder, knowing Bucky is only ten feet away in the common room. As expected, he pops up and whips his head at you.

“I did not! I nicely asked why you didn’t buy the ones I asked for,” Bucky replies defensively, completely ignoring the fact that he sulked in his room when he saw you bought the wrong ones.

“Sure,” you respond sarcastically, “Besides, I don’t see how the Monster trail mix is that much different from the Peanut Butter Monster.” You’re looking down at your list and comparing it to Steve’s. Occasionally, you quietly point out items he’s missed and vice versa, but for the most part, your lists are the same.

Apparently, your blasphemous comments about trail mix set Bucky off, since you feel his looming presence enter the kitchen. “You don’t understand, y/n. The Peanut Butter Monster has peanut-butter-coated pretzel balls, mini peanut butter cups, and Peanut M&M’s!” Bucky exclaims. You glance over at Steve as Bucky points out the differences between the two.

You lock eyes with Steve and he laughs a little, biting his lip to stay quiet enough for Bucky to not hear. You laugh with him, but yours is loud enough for Bucky to pick up. “Laugh all you want, but don’t come crawling back to me when you want my trail mix,” Bucky gloats. He leans against the counter and asks, “Why do you two go grocery shopping anyway?”

“Because it’s fun,” you both murmur, heads still down and eyes glued between the lists. Bucky scoffs at your responses. He’s silent for a while and you think that he left until he finally speaks up again.

“Okay, spit it out.” his blunt tone draws both of your attentions. Lifting your heads, you and Steve look up at Bucky in confusion.

“Spit what out?” you ask, furrowing your brows. Judging by Bucky’s short laugh, Steve must be mimicking your expression.

“Why are you really grocery shopping?” Bucky narrows his eyes like he’s trying to solve a murder mystery. He raises his hand to his chin and rests his elbow under his left arm. He looks the both of you up and down like you’re his lab experiments.

“What are we, your lab experiments?” you ask, and coincidentally enough, Steve says the exact same thing, in the exact same way and of course, at the exact same time. Bucky ignores your comment and proceeds to investigate the two of you.

“Hm, talking the same, acting the same,” he eyes you up again, “And even dressing the same,” You look down at your clothes and then Steve’s and what a surprise, you’re dressed the same even down to your shoes.” You must be together!” Bucky concludes.

You immediately protest, “No, that’s-”

“Ridiculous!” Steve finishes.

“You’re so in-sync that you’re practically the same fucking people!” You and Steve mutter language under your breaths and you’ve never regretted picking up that habit more than now.

”No, we’re not. And besides, I have a date tonight,” you tell him, hoping he’ll ease up.

”With who?” Bucky questions inquisitively, flitting his eyes toward Steve.

”None of your business,” you shut down, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going grocery shopping before the store gets too crowded.” You leave and Steve follows after you, essentially ending the conversation and leaving Bucky alone with his furrowed brow and gritted teeth.

“I can’t believe he asked that!” you complain, slamming the car door a little harder than you intended. You cross your arms in frustration. Steve takes in your anger and laughs a little.

“It’s okay, doll. I promise he doesn’t know.” Steve assures as he opens the garage. He pulls the car out and lets his hand rest on your thigh, a gesture meant to calm you down.

It works a little and you huff, “Fine, but still. He’s just going to keep asking and I don’t know how we can hide this any longer.” You look down at the hand on your thigh to avoid Steve’s gaze.

You and Steve have been dating for nearly six months. There are millions upon millions of reasons you didn’t tell the team, but one of the main reasons is how they’ll treat you. You’re scared the whole team dynamic will be flipped onto its head once they learn your status with Steve. What if they judge you for dating Steve, who’s nearly nine years your senior. Or even worse, they opt to kick you off the team.

Steve parks the cark and seeming to sense your worry, says, “What if we don’t have to?”

You look up at him and ask, “What?” While you were the one to suggest keeping your relationship secret, Steve didn’t seem to have any qualms about it. Occasionally, you could tell he’d be frustrated that he couldn’t just kiss you in front of everyone or have you in his lap while the team had a movie night.

“What if we just tell them?” Steve proposes, eyes unsure yet hopeful. It’s a big step in your relationship, but it’s one your ready to take with him.

You’ve been silent for too long. Steve’s insecurity is clear and he resembles the scrawny kid from Brooklyn more than the super soldier sitting before you. “Okay,” you say quietly, giving him a small smile.

“Okay?” Steve asks, relief slowly filling his eyes and color returning to face.

“Yes, Steve. I-I wanna tell them.” you admit, smile widening. You’ve never seen Steve so happy as he sweeps you into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. Pulling you into a deep kiss, he shocks you a bit with his balance of passion and gentleness. Lost in his lips, you feel warmth, happiness, and love.

He pulls away a little and asks, “How are we going to tell them?” You think for a moment with your hands rested on his broad shoulders.

Smoothing your hands over his shoulders, you suggest, “How about we tell them tonight over dinner? We’ll buy a cake for good measure,”

Steve tilts his head and asks, “Why cake?”

“Because,” you shrug, “It makes everything better.” Steve smiles and you lean back into him and connect your lips. Steve wraps his arms around your torso and you sigh lightly, feeling safe in his strong arms.

“Oh shit, Steve forgot his wallet.” Bucky thinks as he spots the brown wallet on the counter. He looks at the garage’s camera and sees that Steve’s car is missing. Stepping outside just in case you’re still there, Bucky walks out and sees the car parked in the driveway.

Walking down the pavement toward the car, Bucky thinks his ears pick up a moan, but he ignores it. And probably one of the dumbest decisions he’s ever made, he opens the driver’s seat door.

Well, at least you don’t need the cake anymore.

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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How about a musician reader x character fic? Maybe a singer who performs in a cafe, or a classical musician who plays in an orchestra, or who plays in a rock band? I dunno I have a lot of ideas in my mind but I'm just too lazy to write them :D What do you think?

So here's the baseline you gave me - a musician reader fic x character. Here's what I decided to fill in for this lovely fic- a fluffy bsd collage Au where the reader is majoring in music and has the side job of a stage performer. Then, because they would match well, so I decided to go with a Fyodor x reader. Hope this is alright!

Words- 1728 ~

Hearts Composition | fyodor x musician reader | (collage Au)

Music thudded against the walls, muffled only by the thick layers that hid backstage from the audience. The aroma of heavily worn perfume surrounded people in pleasant bliss. Waitresses and waiters swayed with heavy plates rested along arms and in hands. Carrying much-wanted foods and booze to awaiting customers. The collection of accents muted under the heavy beats of taps and clicks from the metal of the dancer's shoes. Picking up a smaller wooden, finely carved, and rather expensive model of a violin, stood yourself. With a smile, your hands trailed the curves and strings of the delicate instrument. With all the work you had to do for university you had truly didn’t have time to be doing some minimum wage job. Though you didn’t care much, if you could play something, it would be fine. You performed here every once in a blue moon. You weren't one of the performers, but they would grace you with the intermission on busy nights. Much like these nights, when the crowd was full and the people rowdy and in need of constant entertainment. You could soothe those shouts and demands of perverted drunk men; Soothe the cries of broken women and rich spoiled children.

Stepping onto the wooden stage as the lights dim, allowing you the bare minimum of the peeping moonlight to find the microphone located at the center. Inhaling as your anxiety turned into bliss, you waited. As the colored light flew on, you rested your chin on the soft velvet. Holding up the bow, you set it to the strings. With a final inhale, your eyes fluttered shut as you played a classical piece; one constructed for an upcoming project that was due for your music composition class. You had nearly all the string instruments you could play finished; all but the cello. With every strum of your instrument, the crowd fell silent, enjoying the break from all the heavy excitement. Even the children's chatter soothed down, so your instrument could echo off the thin walls of the pub.

Sipping nothing but a cup of tea with a small side of biscuits, a male leaned in his seat. Sitting with a pristine, perfect posture, he listened to the soft sound. The way his violet eyes slowly lidded, and his hair fell back against his face, lit his features in a urethral, almost divine light. His mind working to recognize the piece. As an up-and-coming musician, he had several classics memorized. He could join in by ear, or even write out the full pieces without needing to see the original sheet music. This piece wasn’t something he recognized, could it be an original piece?

If you were to open your eyes as you neared the end of the first piece, you would notice his gaze rested on you. Eyes open halfway with hidden interest, and yet, the stare was attractive. The blank look that hid everything beneath a mask laid strewn across his features. As you finished and stood up, surrounded by applause, he watched your every stride. It was funny, he thought he could almost recognize you.

With shaking hands, your fingers typed within a group chat of other college students you had met and become close to. “I’m so nervous. I have to hand in that piece today. I pulled an all-nighter trying to decide on the cello part, but nothing sounded right, so now I might not get a full mark.” You could hear the whine through the text. When replies of good luck came to you, except for two replies, you chuckled. One read “could always just die before handing it in.” Another wrote, “I've got the wine ready.” laughing to yourself as you walked into the classroom and set down the folder in the bin. Glancing through the room, you took a seat with your head down. It was unusual for you to arrive early to class, but your anxiety with this project was slowly picking at you to just get there and hand it in. With twenty minutes till class started, you decided to pull out your laptop and listen to the recording from last week.

Taking out your notebook, you started jotting notes about small things to improve, and things you hated about your performances. You didn’t notice somebody else enter the classroom rather early. Carrying his bag, he set it down at one of the desks before the sound of a violin entered his ears. Sitting down he listened to the melody you had played several nights before. As the piece finished, his eyes traveled to the bin. Now understanding where you had gotten the piece from, he sighed. “You’re not half bad, you played a little flat, but it sounds okay. Becoming a flustered disaster, you froze glancing over to him. This wasn’t the first time you had noticed him in class, he was hard to miss. His completely perfect grades, perfect posture, and looks made him stand out. Not only that, but he had strong ideals and his debate skills could sway anybody. Though, you knew it wasn’t really skill, more manipulation. To add to everything his Russian accent stuck out with every word he spoke. “Could you play that again?” hesitating at first you restarted the piece.

He took out a blank piece of sheet music and started scribbling down notes. As if memorizing the piece, he tapped his fingers before bringing his thumb to his mouth and chewing on it. Tapping his foot as the piece came to an end, he glanced at the time before walking over to one of the room's cellos. His face resembled discontent as he looked at it. Looking to where he sat, you realized he didn’t have his with him. You presumed it had to do with the instrument being heavy and somewhat large. Though for somebody of his height, it may not be that big of a deal. Perhaps he didn’t want to lug it around with him, considering he had all of those other books for classes. “So uh, why did you want to hear it again?” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you watched him strum a few strings. He was checking the accuracy and pitch of the notes. With a contempt sigh, he shrugged.

“Your writing is considerably well done. I wished to try something that is all.” He did not shed a glance as he sat down and ran the bow across the strings. The sound was heaven within your ears, but to him, it was nothing but ordinary. The sound of a well-made expensive Russian model, the model he owned, was much better than this school-provided variant. As the melody played, you recognized it as your piece. Smiling slightly as your eyes sparkled. You bolted from your seat to grab your folder; the music that was due in 10 minutes.

Looking over the cello part you had constructed, you changed the key signature to hold a few new sharps and took away some of the flats. Boldly, you handed the male the sheet music and pointed as if asking "Is this the piece you were playing?" Setting the cello aside, he ran a finger over the bars with a nod. “So that’s what I was missing! You're a god at memorizing and creating. Now I'm excited to see what you concocted for the presentation.” You smiled lightly before placing the folder in the bin. “Oh, I never got your name. I’m-” he cut you off before you could formally introduce yourself.

“You’re y/n. I do pay attention to people who aren't a complete waste of time.” The layers of his ego began to shine through his solid expression. The way you'd called him god just then, was another layer added to the ever-growing ego this man had. He thought he was above everybody else; he indeed was. In every way possible, he was above the normal human. With an exceptionally sharp mind, emotionless facade, and a spin of extraordinary talents, he was a god among men. “I’m taken aback, you don’t know me.” frowning you sat back at your desk. Leaning your head against the palm of your hand with a frown, you clicked your tongue.

Coming up with a sharp reply, you rolled your eyes. “Please, who doesn't know the great Dostoevsky. You’re only at the top of our class. Correcting myself before you can, the top in everything.” He snickered his brows raising in interest. His lips curled into a smirk moments before breaking to speak to you again.

“Consider your words before speaking. That wasn’t exactly the best wording to say "I'm better than everybody at everything.” It took you several seconds to realize what had gone through his head. Of course, he understood what you were saying, but he also managed to nitpick everything.

Blushing you placed your hands in front of your face. “I didn't think about it because that’s not what I was saying!” he snickered again. Listening to him stand you peeked from your hands to watch him set away the cello and bow.

“How often do you perform at that pub?” He switched the discussion relatively quickly. But with the sudden pause of your reaction and the setting away of the instrument, it flowed nicely with the conversation.

“Once or twice a month?” You answer honestly. A bit upset by the lack of real performances you had.

“Next time, I'll reserve something, and we’ll set something up. I want to see if you can play something… difficult.” It wasn't much of a question, more a demand. Nodding you wrote down your number, sliding it to the student with a smile as the bell rang.

For the next week, the two of you met in the unused rooms Fyodor managed to snag for practicing. He often shook his head at your way of playing. He did compliment the several different instruments you would take with you. From the cello to the violin, there wasn’t much you couldn’t play. Each was expertly designed and crafted to fit your arm length and height. Custom made and shipped from all over the world. Eventually, it became a routine, going to his concerts as he attended yours. While you praised how good he was, he would find the smallest mistakes to condemn you about.

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constancelaufeydottir · 3 years

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Help me, help you

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Attempted suicide, mentions of mental illness and eating disorders, angst, fluff(?)

Summary: You seek help from the stranger who saved you the night you sought for an escape, maybe you weren’t the only one who needs saving.

A/N: This is my first ever fic here! I’ve never written anything before and I’m really anxious to put this out here, please bear with me if I make any grammatical mistakes and let me know what you think!

You probably shouldn’t be doing this. They said you’d disappoint your family and people around you would be sad. But the water, it’s tempting. A dive, and your problems would be gone.

To be honest, you don’t think you family cares at all. They’ve got bigger things to worry about, you sister’s engagement, your brother’s enrolment in college. After all, you were the unwanted kid, an accident. The only time you caught your parents’ attention was when you butchered your job interview. You had prepared thoroughly but a stomach bug ruined it all and your parents blamed you for it, saying they always knew you were a failure, a disgrace to the family.

They didn’t even ask where you were going tonight. They never cared unless you had big achievements in your life or maybe when your failure was too huge for them to ignore.

The sloshing of the water is luring you to jump into it. The deep dark waters inviting you to join the others who had succeeded before you. You moved your feet a little towards the edge of the railings, embracing the chilling midnight wind as you closed your eyes. This is the end, you thought, your foot dangling over the railings ready to plummet into the river.

You felt an arm circling your waist and pulling you backwards until your back hit the ground, a palm caging the back of your head, preventing it from hitting the hard ground.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” You heard a deep voice coming from the right side of your body, hands were on your shoulders gently shaking. You blinked a few times, the blinding lights made you wince as you closed your eyes again with your hand shielding them.

The man who saved you helped you sat up, kneeling beside you to ensure your safety. You took time to have a close look at the good Samaritan. His hair was long, stopping a little lower down his ears. Eyes was the colour of the ocean, almost enticing as the water. His chin adorned with a scruffy beard, lips curving in a small smile. If it weren’t for your bad mood right now, you would have joked that he looked like a modern version of Jesus.

“Why?” You whispered, so quietly if not for his enhance hearing, the man wouldn’t have heard you. “Why did you save me?” You cried out, hands trembling as they grasped the collar of his bomber jacket. Your teary face surprised him and your sniffles made his heart tightened.

“I- I can’t let you die!” He exclaimed. The tears in your eyes spilled out again as you collapsed into the stranger’s chest, crying your heart out. He felt the vulnerability in your voice and hugged you tighter, palms meeting behind you and patted your back to comfort you.

You didn’t know how long you sat there crying in the man’s arms. Your tears soaked the dark red Henley underneath his jacket, causing it to stick onto his firm chest but he did not utter a single word, instead opting to calm you down.

You had no idea how you got home, except for the fact that you vaguely recalled ending up in the arms of a certain stranger, the rest was a blur.

You woke up on the couch the next morning, your phone alarm blaring. The hard rectangular metal was digging the soft flesh of your butt and you groggily dig it out of your back pocket turning the alarm off.

There was a sweet smell of pancake wafted from the kitchen and you sniffed at the smell, face scrunching when you didn’t remember having someone over. The thought of someone unfamiliar inviting themselves into your house alarmed you and your hastily got up from the couch, a pillow in your hand as you inched slowly towards the kitchen. Peeking your head around the corner, you found a tall and broad figure in the space, hands fumbling around with something. You couldn’t see clearly who that was, your glasses were in your bedroom the last time your saw it.

You knew the stranger in your house could never be your brother because one, he was an asshole who gave no fucks about his sister’s life and two, your both hated each other’s guts. Your breath quickened as the intruder suddenly turned his head towards your direction. You yelped as you threw the pillow at him, or the general direction where he was standing.

Of course, you missed the target when he walked towards you. “Shit, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die.” You shut your eyes as you heard his footsteps getting closer and closer to you.

“Hey, you’re awake!” You squinted at the man, trying to make out the features of his blurry face. He looked oddly like the guy who saved you on the bridge last night. He moved closer to you when he realized you couldn’t see him clearly. Your eyes widen at the sudden close proximity, your lips were slightly parted. You could feel his breath against your face, his long lashes and that steel blue eyes.

“Y-you!” Instantly, you were conscious of your own appearance, your eyes must have been puffy from last night’s non-stop crying. There were probably still dried tears on your face. Adverting your gaze from his, you looked to the side as you slid out of the slightly awkward situation. Walking towards the counter, you pulled out a wet tissue and wiped your stiff face with it then retrieving the cold spoons you kept in the freezer.

He laughed when you put the spoons on your eyes, you sighed at the cool sensation soothing the puffiness of your eyelids. “Don’t laugh. It’s effective,” you glared at him.

“Alright, alright.” He threw his hands up. “I’m Bucky,” his hand extended outward, waiting for you to shake it. “Y/N.” He smiled, eyes crinkled as you reciprocate the gesture.

He cooked you breakfast, although it was a simple one, you were still grateful.

“Thank you for last night,” you gave him a genuine smile as he was seated across you on the dining table, stuffing his mouth with the pancakes. “It’s nice to see that someone cares.” This time you smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and he caught it.

Grabbing your hand across the table, he looked at you in the eyes with sincerity. “It’s the least I could do.” Taking a deep breath, cautiously he spoke up. “Y/N, I know it’s not my place to say this but seek for professional help if you aren’t feeling fine. Maybe just talk to someone or … go see a therapist.”

“Are you insinuating that I have depression?” You scoffed. Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as you snatched your hand from his grasp and crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively.

Depression? No, you couldn’t have had depression. It’s a sign of weakness, you father said. Depression is just a fancy term to describe one’s laziness, that’s what your mother told you.

“I’m not insinuating anyt-”

“Get out,” you interrupted, “get out of my house!” Enraged, you pointed towards the door while snapping at him. How dare he, a stranger suggested that there was something wrong with you.

Sighing, Bucky gave you a taut smile while nodding then placed a piece of paper on the coffee table on his way out. “Here’s my number in case you needed any help.” He paced towards the door opening it, giving you a last glance before leaving.

It’s been weeks now since you yelled at Bucky to get out of your house. You felt bad and deep down there you knew he was right, but the stigma surrounding mental illnesses was extremely terrifying to you. Not to mention what will happen if your family found out. You were a major disappointment in your household already and you definitely wouldn’t want to add a mental illness into the mix.

You were sitting in your office, typing on the keyboard furiously. Honestly you didn’t know why you were still here. This job sucks, even though the salary was high and you’d just been promoted to manager of the department. Chewing on your nails and bouncing your legs under the desk, you felt the need to just leave everything and go home.

The drive home was painful, you simply had no energy to do so but you still had to go home, your only safe place. Taking off your shoes, changing out your clothes, you lied on the bed. Your stomach grumbled, protesting at the lack of food in your system but you just couldn’t get yourself off the bed to make something for yourself. Your mind travelled back to the day you were on that bridge. You didn’t actually seek for death, all you sought for was an escape. An escape from reality, from your parents, from the constant judgements of people surrounding you.

As you closed your eyes, you wished that tomorrow never comes.

Another day, another disappointment. You were still alive, and the world seemed a wee bit duller than before. Skipping breakfast, you went to work as usual, plastering the faux smile on your face which everybody seemed to liked and expected from you. In this workplace, everybody’s gotta put on a façade and that included you but you dreaded the day where there would be a crack in your mask. Until then, you just had to work harder to reinforce it because according to your parents, nobody would want to see the real you, it was unpleasant … and ugly.

“I gotta say. Miss Y/L/N, you are spectacular. Being one of the Y/L/N, I bet it was a lot of pressure but you have done such amazing job, I think your parents would be so proud of you.” A client who was a family friend was seated across you, a wide grin on her face as her face crinkled rambling about how lucky you were being born into a family filled with successful people.

You smiled and thank her for her compliments, cutting the steak your ordered into bite-size pieces. Poking into one of the pieces with your fork, you lifted it up to your lips. Taking a deep breath, you put it into your mouth and instantly you felt like you were about to throw up. Fighting the urge to spit it out, you endured the taste of the meat as you bite at it mechanically. Looking down at your plate of steak, you no longer feel the appetite to consume any more of it.

Everyday you woke up, you wondered how long would it be until the colours faded into grey. Perhaps it was the only thing keeping you alive right now, counting the days until the beautiful hue of the sunsets no longer amazes you; the sight of puppies doesn’t excite you; the thought of having ice cream whenever you can no longer sounds appealing to you.

You should get some help, you really should. Your body was deteriorating, you could feel it. You weren’t in denial anymore; you knew there was something gravely wrong about you. Your body couldn’t afford being in denial. The loss of radiance in your face, the hair and weight loss and most importantly, you couldn’t put on a façade anymore.

Bucky rushed towards your apartment when you called, he could hear how shaky your voice was. He was extremely worried the past weeks even though he had only met you once. Maybe it was because he was in that dark place before and was able to relate or maybe he took a liking to you. He found himself constantly wondering whether you were well and how long would it take for your stubborn ass to call him.

He arrived at your place as fast as he could, probably drove past a few red lights but he couldn’t care less. He was more worried about you that the fine he would have to pay.

Bucky stormed past the hallway, straight to your unit and knocked on the door when he couldn’t open it. He received no response from you and his mind immediately went straight to the negative thoughts. His heart raced as he banged on the door, shouting your name several times.

He was about to break his way into your apartment when he saw the door opened slightly, your tired eyes meeting his concerned ones. He made his way into the space and immediately got the wind knocked out of him when you hurled yourself into his chest.

“Imsorryimsorryimsorry.” You kept chanting your apologies as you broke down in his embrace. You felt as if you were floating in the middle of the ocean succumbing into nothingness and he was the anchor, helping you to stay in one place. He was a mere stranger to you yet he witnessed every vulnerable side of you, if only your family could share the same level of concern as he did.

“Shh, shh. I’m here now,” he guided both of you to the couch with you still tightly in his arms, smoothing a palm on your back gently patting you. You hiccupped, eyes teary while you tried to calm yourself down. The tears however would not co-operate, it was like a broken faucet and no matter what you try it wouldn’t fix itself. “I’m really sorry for lashing out last time.”

He didn’t say anything, only wiped your tears with the sleeve of his sweater instead. Maybe it was the fatigue of crying too much or the absence of food in your body, you drifted into sleep in his arms while he hummed songs to you.

You woke up in the middle of the night when you heard the heavy breaths of the man. Half awake, you blindly reach out for your glasses on the night stand, vision clearer as you saw the door to your bedroom was wide opened. Getting on your feet, you moved towards the source of the noises carefully and realized it came from Bucky who was now thrashing on the couch in your living room.

He was groaning, clutching at his left arm painfully as if it was burned. A sheen of sweat could be seen on his forehead, strays of hair sticking onto the sides of his face. The front of his wife beater clung onto his chest soaked by perspiration. His groans soon turned into agonizing screams as he tossed and turned on your couch. You noticed webs of burn scars littering the expanse of his left shoulder to his arm and felt your heart tightened at the sight of it.

You hastily knelt in front of the couch, hand gripping on his shoulder and his face. “Bucky! Bucky!” His eyes shot open at your voice, flinching at the sight of you. Hands balled into fists in front of his chest, he was ready to take on any attack coming at his way. He visibly relaxed when he broke out of the haze, pushing his hair back with his hand with a bashful look on his face.

His muscles tensed when your hand reached out to his shoulder, but then slackened when you pulled him into a hug. His head fell onto your shoulder as you patted on his back like how he did for you just a few hours ago, ignoring the sweat gliding down his skin.

It must have been hours; the two of you sitting there in an embrace on your couch, not wanting to let each other go after what you both have been through. No one spoke a word and there was only silence in the large apartment of yours. The faint ray of sunlight peeked through the blinds, gleaming into your apartment reminding you to start the day.

He was the one who broke the hug, an awkward silence now surrounding the both of you. “Thank you … for helping me, even though I was supposed to be the one helping you,” his voice was raspy from the groans and moans. “It’s … uh nothing,” you shrugged, dragging your worn body to make some hot chocolate for him even though your body was screaming for you to lay in the bed, rotting your day away.

Your hands trembled as you passed him the mug. “Where’s yours?” Your head tilted at his question, not quite sure what he was asking about.

“Y/N, how long have you not eaten anything?” You turned your head away, not meeting his determined gaze. You wished he didn’t catch the glint of guilt in your eyes, but you knew he did.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He clenched his jaw at your statement.

“You called me, Y/N. You called me because you need help and I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me.” You gulped at his words. His eyebrows were furrowed and it triggered a fear in you; you didn’t want to disappoint him like you did to your parents.

Your lips quivered a little, eyes darting to the carpet. “I couldn’t find the energy to eat, it’s just too much work. These days it’s either eat or shower. Since I don’t have any appetite anymore, I dedicated all the energy to shower then. But I have a feeling that I might not even have the energy to drag myself to take a shower or even get up in the mornings soon. It’s just so tiring, where do people even get those energy from?”

“Well, we’ll deal with it one step at a time, okay?” Bucky tilted your chin up to make you look him in the eyes. You whispered a meek ‘ok’, suddenly tired at the lack of sleep.

He handed you the now warm hot chocolate, a stern stare on his face. “At least have some fluids in your system, please.” His gaze softened when he saw you gulping at the sight of the warm brown liquid, nose scrunched up in disgust.

He noticed your discomfort and gestured you to wait while he went to your kitchen and rummaged around the drawers only to return with a spoon.

“Baby steps, okay? Just 5 spoons of it then we’re done.” You nodded while he passed the spoon to you.

The whole morning was spent with Bucky in the living room, him giving your warm encouraging smiles whenever you managed to swallow a spoonful of the chocolate drink.

“Go get some sleep,” he gave your knee a few light taps before proceeding to pull you off the couch and guide you back to your room, then went back to the couch himself to get some shut-eye.

Sending a message to your assistant that you would have to take a few days off, you didn’t wait until you get a reply and plopped yourself on the bed, once again drifting into sleep hoping tomorrow would be better than today.

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