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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento
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you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento
contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k
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when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy. 
yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone. 
“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school. 
“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.” 
you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would. 
with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?” 
he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.” 
“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful. 
yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.” 
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the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.
you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner. 
there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.
you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that. 
you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you. 
“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.” 
you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities. 
your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him. 
but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento. 
your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body. 
“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”
you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked. 
he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?” 
you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.” 
kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you. 
“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.” 
kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.” 
you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses. 
“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.” 
“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.” 
“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.” 
“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…” 
kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?” 
the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”
“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student. 
kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.” 
“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?” 
you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time. 
“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.” 
“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?” 
you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation. 
“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone. 
but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s. 
yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love. 
a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.” 
“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?” 
“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.” 
yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!” 
“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”
“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.” 
yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.
“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.” 
“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.
“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”
kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.” 
“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!” 
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Breakout - Round One
Pairing: Boxer!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: When former boxer turned trainer Joel Miller reluctantly agrees to take on this year's favorited newcomer, he expects the bad-tempered rookie to bring him plenty of headaches. What he doesn't expect is that he'll also bring him you.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Series Content: Alternate Universe - No Outbreak, Explicit Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Workplace Shenanigans, Jealous Ex, Risk of Getting Caught, Fighting (Obv), Teacher/Student Dynamic, Best Friend's Dad
Word Count: 7.2K
A/N: This got away from me, she says, surprising no one. Next part will be out on August 16th! Thank you to my western wife @frannyzooey for continuing to be the best beta, and to @astroboots and @djarinsbeskar for planting this thot. Love you.
Masterlist  | Series Masterlist | Round 2
Joel has never been a big fan of his birthday. 
At least, not since he was a kid. And even then the day had always seemed to be more of a hassle than anything else, his mama frantically trying to cram in a birthday cake and candles between her shifts. Maybe even a trip to the record store with his topped-off pocket money if he was lucky.
And Joel was. He knows he was. She had done the best she could for him and Tommy, so that even if they’d never had plenty, they’d always had enough to keep them from going hungry.
Still hadn’t stopped him from sometimes wanting more. 
On the day Joel had turned fourteen, he had walked himself down to the local H-E-B and gotten a job doing whatever they’d let him do. Naively sure that he would finally feel what it felt like to have money until his first paycheck had come, and it had barely been enough to help with the bills let alone to have some to stash away. 
Joel had tucked every dime into his mama’s purse while she slept on the couch that afternoon before he took Tommy with him and started going door to door. Offering to mow lawns, paint houses, fix fences… Anything he thought he could successfully stumble his way through while the radio and his younger brother played nearby.
Losing count of the number of jobs he held before he hit graduation, Joel took pretty much anything that would allow him to scrape together enough to cover the tuition for University of Texas and the gas to get him to and from campus. The first couple years slipping by during a balancing act of work schedules, class lists, and whatever few hours of sleep he could manage after he had helped Tommy with his homework and then finished his own.
Still Joel had somehow made time on his 21st birthday to drop into some of the local bars around Austin, a guitar slung over his back and a lingering hope in his chest that he might actually get to put his foot one step closer to what he wanted.
“Not looking for any new acts right now, although I am looking for a new door guy,” the owner of the seventh place he tried had told him while giving Joel a critical once over. “The crowds can get a little rowdy on the nights we have bands in. I need someone who makes them think twice and who can break it up if they’re not thinking at all.”
“Right,” Joel had muttered, crossing his arms against his chest as he thought it over. Couldn’t be any worse than some of the fights he’d had to pull Tommy out of since grade school. Definitely couldn’t be any worse than tarring roofs in the Texas heat. “Probably could handle that for you.”
“By the look of you, I think you’re probably right,” the owner had said with a pleased nod, clapping Joel on the shoulder before heading towards the back office. “Come on, you can fill out the paperwork.”
Joel had his first fight his first night on the clock. His delusions about getting, at the very least, to spend the night listening to music and potentially making a few connections going up in a cloud of cigarette smoke as soon as the first fist had attempted to connect with his face. Suddenly tarring roofs hadn’t seemed so bad.
A few months into the job, Joel had walked back into the bar after putting yet another drunk out on the sidewalk to find a man in a suit waiting by his station at the door. His immediate thought being that the guy must be talking to someone who definitely wasn’t him until he had side-stepped directly into Joel’s path.
“Hey, kid, mind if I talk to you about something real quick?”
Kid? When was the last time anyone had called him kid?
“Will just take a second,” the man had reassured him, completely unbothered by the continuing chaos around him. “I have an opportunity for you.”
The opportunity had been a chance to see if Joel could cut it as a boxer, the man rambling on about how he thought Joel had both good instincts and decent control. Neither compliment had peaked Joel’s interest like the mention of prize money, however, until he reminded himself that he had no desire to spend any more time getting his face bashed in than he already was.
“Think about it,” the guy had said, tucking a business card into the front pocket of Joel’s denim shirt as he’d looked with a small frown at the new tear in Joel’s old jeans, one of several courtesy of the pavement outside. “Could change your life.”
“Right,” Joel had said, glad at least that Tommy wasn’t there to jump at the offer and create yet another mess he’d just have to clean up. “You enjoy your evening.”
Joel had walked away after that, already needing to intervene in another scuffle that was about to turn into a brawl, but when he had gotten home that night, he had tossed the card onto his desk instead of into the bin. Left it there right up until the day when he found out that an impulsive one night stand had turned into a lifelong commitment.
“Hey, this is Joel… Miller. The bouncer from the bar?” he’d said into the handset, trying to keep his voice low so that neither his mama or Tommy would hear downstairs. “How much money are we talking about?”
Joel could still swear he’d heard the guy grin, his stomach bottoming out because he knew he was being a sucker. But he also didn’t know what else to do. 
“Depends on you, Joel,” the voice had said on the other end. “All depends on you.”
Well at least that much he’s always known.
*****
Twenty years after Joel had agreed to hear a full sales pitch, he checks his watch and walks into the gym still wondering what he could have done differently. How he could’ve avoided serving a life sentence amongst the thud of punching bags and the creak of boxing rings, the smell of chalk and sweat, the overwhelming annoyance that comes from dealing with overinflated egos.
Such as the one that must belong to the jackass that is currently sprawled out on the old couch in Joel’s office like he owns the place, the twenty-something clearly visible through the front glass with his feet up, his eyes closed, and even a goddamn cigarette in his mouth.
Joel takes a deep breath, fingers flexing around the rim of his half-empty to-go cup of coffee as he envisions dragging the intruder out by his ear, and he’s about to step forward right up until he sees the gym owner step out of his office a few doors down, the grin on his face making Joel feel anything but cheerful.
“No,” Joel says before the other man can even get a word in. “Absolutely not.”
“Now, hold on,” Charlie Hunter says, raising an eyebrow at him and jerking his head in the direction of his own office. “Will just take a second.”
“I don’t babysit,” Joel responds, keeping his feet firmly planted where he is. “You know that.”
Charlie smiles again, starting to sidle over with the same inability to take No for a final answer now that he had all those years ago. Slicked back hairstyle and suit might be the same, too.
“Would you just hear me out?” Charlie asks once he’s close enough to Joel to let the noise of the gym cover their conversation. “This one’s the real deal. He just needs someone to train him up a bit.”
“The last person you needed me to train a bit threw a tantrum in the middle of the ring cause his opponent hit him too hard,” Joel reminds him, his irritation growing at just the memory. “We agreed after that I was done wasting my time. Give this one to someone else.”
“I can’t give him to someone else,” Charlie insists, crossing his arms so that Joel can make out just how thin the elbows of Charlie’s suit coat are getting. “I had to promise him you just to get him in the door. It was that or he was going to go to the Fireflies.”
Joel’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he stares Charlie down and tries to determine if he’s just playing him because he knows how Joel feels about that particular rival gym. 
In response, Charlie holds up his hands as if to say, “Would I lie to you?”
Yes. Yes, he would.
“Listen,” Charlie tries, switching tactics when Joel continues to remain unmoved. “This isn’t just some kid.”
Joel looks back through the front glass of his office, just in time to see the cigarette slip slightly in the rookie’s mouth as he lolls his head to the side in his sleep. 
“Everyone,” Charlie continues, missing the impending fire hazard while his focus stays on Joel, “and I mean everyone thinks he’s going to be the second coming of Christ.”
“Just don’t make gods like they used to, I guess.”
“Joel.” Charlie’s voice turns nearly pleading, enough that Joel looks at him again in surprise before he continues, “We need this. Could mean some actual money coming in again.”
Just once Joel would like that to not work on him. To have that sort of privilege.
Instead he sighs, remembers the skyhigh pile of bills waiting at home, and he rubs the back of his neck with the hand that’s not still clutching his coffee. “How much?”
Charlie’s apprehension fades from his face, the lifelong shark back as he says. “Twenty percent. I��ll give you twenty percent of the gym’s take.”
Joel snorts, very nearly insulted. “Then you can also give yourself a new trainer.”
He starts to turn, knowing Charlie will stop him and he does. This little song and dance is as much a part of their relationship as all the other bullshit.
“Thirty.”
Joel sips from his coffee, but otherwise says nothing.
“Fine,” Charlie concedes again. “Thirty-five.”
What Joel wouldn’t give to tell him to fuck off. To turn back around and walk out the door and just… 
“Deal.”
They shake on it, Charlie taking it one step further by giving Joel a solid clap on the shoulder before he turns and walks back to his office, stopping in the doorway before he shouts back, “Oh, and happy birthday.”
*****
Is this really it?
You swipe back and forth between the address in your text and the one in your maps app, your eyes flicking up once more to the broken down building to your right after you’ve confirmed it. 
“It’s not that bad,” you mutter to yourself, sitting in your car and attempting to reconcile the legendary reputation that your boyfriend Tyler had gone on and on about with the boarded up windows and faded paint of Hunter’s Gym. “Just needs some TLC.”
Even as you wonder how far you could get in an afternoon with a pressure washer and some fresh paint, you can practically see Tyler rolling his eyes at you, hear the offhand remark he would make about how you always need everything perfect.
It’s not that. Not really. It’s more that you get a hum in your blood when you get to see the difference it makes when things are taken care of. Old furniture, old houses… even the occasional neglected house plant you rescue from the garden store. Green leaves and thriving roots again with nothing more than some new soil, fresh water, and a spot in the sun.
Your attention goes back to your phone, quickly typing the words Hunter’s Gym into the search bar and waiting for the results to load at a devastatingly slow pace. You’ve needed a new phone for ages, your current one purchased back when you and Tyler were both consistently holding down a job but that’s been some years ago now. In fact, it has been at least a year since Tyler has worked a regular shift at all. Too busy chasing his dreams to clock in and out.
You let your head drop back against the headrest, giving up on your phone and tossing it into the passenger seat in frustration. 
It’ll be worth it in the end. We’re getting closer. It won’t be like this forever.
But, God, it feels like it. 
Once, you and Tyler had been high school sweethearts running from your small town to the big city, starry-eyed and aching to find the kind of life you would never have been able to back home. 
And at first it felt like you had. 
Your tiny downtown apartment had felt like freedom just like takeout containers eaten cross-legged on the living room floor had felt like a feast, one big adventure that had landed you both right where you were supposed to be back when all you had needed was each other.
But that was five years ago… Five years of working the same terrible schedules at the same terrible restaurants. Five years of wondering if this would be the month you didn’t make rent. Five years of just waiting. You are so tired of waiting.
You snatch up your discarded phone again, see the page is still trying to load just before you check the clock in the dash. Fifteen minutes past the time when Tyler told you to pick him up. 
You look at the door to the gym, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. 
You are just so tired of waiting.
*****
Joel leans against the ropes of the corner ring, watching the so-called second coming of Christ otherwise known as Tyler bounce around like he’s too afraid to stand still. 
Step. Step. Jab. Duck. Uppercut. Step. Step. Duck. Counter.
Undeniably the kid does have ability, his ongoing winning streak in low-level matches proof of that, but for as much as he is quick and somewhat powerful with his movements, he has little to no technique. Something he seems unaware of since every time he throws a punch, he looks to Joel to see if he’s impressed. Clearly showing off but not in the way he thinks.
Christ, the attitude on this little shit.
When Joel had finally made it into his office earlier, Tyler hadn’t even cracked his eyes open until Joel had shut the door loudly behind him. A ripple of satisfaction passing through him at the way his new trainee had nearly jumped out of his skin, although it had been quickly followed by more irritation when the kid had actually tried to take a swing at him.
“Shit,” Tyler had sworn, his eyes widening as Joel effectively swatted the punch away and shot him a warning look. “Fuck, the Joel Miller in the flesh. Sorry about that. Those instincts, you know?”
“Right,” Joel had said, stepping around the kid and setting his now lukewarm coffee down before he stood behind his desk with his hands braced on its surface. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep.”
“I had a fight last night,” Tyler had told him, his tone still amiable though Joel is certain he didn’t imagine the way Tyler’s eyes had briefly sharpened. “You remember what that’s like.”
The corner of Joel’s mouth had twitched, his feelings not the least bit hurt by the rookie’s poorly concealed attempt to humble him. Retired or not, Joel was confident the odds would still swing in his favor based on that first punch alone. 
And now that he’s seen the first few dozen…
“That’s enough,” Joel tells Tyler after a few more minutes of agony, still debating if the potential paycheck will be remotely worth it. As if he has other options. 
“Come on over here.”
Tyler jogs over with a smug look on his face, pulling his gloves off and tossing them carelessly to the ground while he waits expectantly. “So?”
Joel ducks between the ropes as he climbs into the ring himself. “You self-taught?”
“Yep,” Tyler says, the confidence rolling off of him. “Amazing what you can learn from watching old fight tapes.”
“Amazing,” Joel agrees, although with not nearly the same inflection as he walks to the center of the ring. “Your footwork is shit.”
“My footwork?” Tyler looks down at his feet as if expecting them to spontaneously show him what Joel could possibly mean. 
“Dancing around like that isn’t going to keep you from getting hit,” Joel tells him, setting his feet apart and transferring his weight from side-to-side to demonstrate. “All it’s going to do is wear you out.”
“It’s worked just fine so far,” Tyler counters, squaring his shoulders. “That’s my style.”
Joel smirks. “Your style. It’s your style to lose?”
*****
When you walk into the gym, it’s almost exactly what you expected.
More faded paint and cracked concrete floors, posters that have been hanging up so long that the images on them are too faded to make out, exercise equipment that is most definitely out of warranty and currently completely unused.
Instead everyone is gathered over in the back corner, standing around a boxing ring as two figures square off in the center. 
One of them you’re positive is Tyler. Something you think you could tell from any distance. His opponent on the other hand…. The closer you get, the more he’s the one you can’t stop watching. 
Tall and broad in his jeans and t-shirt, his wavy dark hair is paired with a short scruffy beard that frames an intensely set mouth. Not quite a frown although his brow is deeply furrowed in concentration above his eyes.
Unlike Tyler, he hardly moves. Stays on the balls of his feet as he steps cleanly out of the way of each punch that Tyler throws before coming back center. 
Each time he does, the other onlookers give whistles of support, sometimes mixed in with claps and calls of “Nice, Joel!” and “Show him how it’s done, Miller!”
Even without being able to see Tyler’s face, you know the effect that it will all have on him, the evidence in his increasingly erratic throws. 
“Come on,” you shout as you jog up to the sidelines. “Come on, Tyler!”
Although Tyler shows no sign of having heard you, Joel’s eyes do flick your direction, deep brown and an eyebrow raised above in curiosity as you meet his gaze. Neither of you look away until he’s forced to dodge another blow, this one so uncontrolled that Tyler stumbles. A few unsteady steps forward that he fails to fully correct before he’s swinging again, and you almost close your eyes to avoid having to see him go down onto the mat. 
Shit. 
While Tyler thumps his fist against the ground in frustration, there’s a collective round of applause, the small crowd dispersing before Joel even has a chance to extend his hand to help your boyfriend to his feet. 
“I’m good,” Tyler tells him, avoiding the offered hand as he gets up and brushes himself off. “I won’t take it easy on you next time, old man. Surprised you can still move like that.”
Always the gracious loser, you think, feeling your cheeks go hot with embarrassment on his behalf. 
“Didn’t really have to move much. Just had to be ready,” Joel tells him, his breathing even while Tyler is panting. “All that energy you waste on your style is energy you won’t have to put into your punches. And that’s going to matter a hell of a lot more when you start fighting people who really know what they’re doing.”
Joel turns away, walking your direction so that he can slip between the ropes and back out onto your side.
God, he’s even bigger up close.
“Hi. I’m Joel,” he says, holding out his hand again and unlike Tyler you take it while offering him your own name in return. 
“I’m Tyler’s girlfriend,” you say, pointing back in his direction to strengthen your explanation. “Good, um, good fight. Not sure I’ve ever seen someone win without actually throwing a punch.”
He smiles a bit. “Thanks.”
Joel looks back towards Tyler, your boyfriend back on his feet but currently still glowering in the middle of the ring. “Be here at seven tomorrow morning, and we’ll get start— ”
“Oh, could it be earlier?” you say quickly, bringing Joel’s attention back to you. “I’m his ride, and my first job starts at six thirty so… Do you know what time he’d be done? I can swing back at lunchtime but then my other job starts at two.”
You expect him to look at you like you’re the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but instead he offers you a small smile that nearly looks reassuring. 
“Sure. Six and noon.”
“Great, glad we got all that worked out,” Tyler snaps, snatching up his gloves from the floor before he also steps out of the ring. “Let’s go.”
Tyler storms off towards the exit without another word, and you do your best to offer some sort of apology to Joel before you trail after him. Not catching up until he’s already out by the car and tapping his foot. 
“You going to unlock it or what?”
You roll your eyes at him before pressing the clicker and walking over to your side, wincing at the way he slams the door hard enough to make the car shake. 
“I’m sorry that you lost,” you tell him once you’re in the driver’s seat. “Who was tha — ”
“You should be sorry,” he says, pointing a finger in your direction. “You distracted me.”
You stare at him, so surprised that it takes you a moment to stammer out a quiet, “What?”
“It would have been fine if you hadn’t come in there shouting. I had it handled.”
“If I hadn’t — I was supporting you.”
“Yeah, well, next time just stay in the car.” 
Tyler looks away, his arms folded across his chest as he stares out the passenger side window, and you keep your eyes front so he won’t see the hot angry tears that are on the verge of spilling over. 
He doesn’t mean it, you think as you put the car in drive and pull away. He’s just mad he lost.
Without intending to, you find yourself glancing back at Hunter’s Gym in the rear view. Its drab exterior fading away even though the question you had tried to ask doesn’t. 
Who was that?
*****
From the moment Joel steps through the front door, he knows she’s there. Busy in the kitchen from the smell and the sound of it, and sure enough when he rounds the corner from the hallway, he finds her at the stove.
“Happy birthday!” Sarah exclaims when she sees him, his daughter dropping what she’s doing to come over and greet him with a warm hug. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“I could’ve cooked. You didn’t need to go to the trouble,” Joel tells her as he gives her a squeeze, peering over her head to see that she has fixed some sort of chicken dish from a nearby printed off recipe. “How was school?”
“Fine,” Sarah assures him, returning to her task only after she has shooed him towards the table. “Just statistics and chem today.”
Well into the start of her junior year of college, Sarah had already been gone when Joel woke up this morning, off to morning classes before she went to her job at the bookstore and came back. As she had the previous two years, Sarah had opted to stay at home this year instead of in the dorms, a relief to Joel not only because he likes still having her around but also because it helps with some of the cost of school that he is covering. 
He may not have made it through with his degree but so help him fucking God, his baby girl would. Even if it meant him needing to train the biggest asshole that he’s come across in quite some time. Which reminds him… What the hell was a guy like him doing with a girl like that? 
Used to sizing people up for a living, Joel had automatically done the same with you as soon as he’d noticed you ringside. Interested to see if you would be able to give him any additional insight into what made Tyler tick.
Unfortunately for all involved, he hadn’t had much luck there. Although what he had determined was that while Tyler’s personality had managed to grate on his nerves before they’d even been in the same room, yours was far easier to be around. Sweet even with the way you’d come in to cheer for the asshole, the way you’d clearly given a damn about him despite the fact that he obviously hadn’t appreciated it…
“Dad? You okay?”
Joel’s head jerks up, and he realizes he’s been standing with his hand on the back of the kitchen chair, gripping the wood so tight that his knuckles are turning white. 
“Yeah, sorry,” he says, trying to shake it off as he drops into the seat instead. “Was just thinking about something that happened at work.”
Sarah frowns as she looks back over her shoulder at him again. “Anything bad?”
“No, no, it’s nothing,” he tells her, but then he groans, “Shit, I forgot. I didn’t stop by the store on my way home. You wanted stuff for cake. I’m so – ”
“I already got it,” Sarah cuts in, tilting her head in the direction of the box mix waiting on the counter. “Thought you might not remember so I stopped yesterday. I rented us a movie, too. As is tradition.”
She smiles at him, and he smiles back, hoping she can’t pick up on the guilt that swirls in his stomach at the reminder that she is used to him letting her down.
He’s tried not to. He’s tried so fucking hard.
“Oh, hey, before I forget, I got an email from Uncle Tommy,” Sarah tells him, her smile turning to one more hesitant. “He said to wish you a happy birthday.”
Joel rolls his eyes, deciding right then to go get himself a beer from the fridge. “That’s nice considering he won’t even answer my texts… If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably have to haul my ass all the way out to Wyoming just to make sure he’s still breathing.”
“I don’t think they have cell phones where he’s at,” Sarah tries, not quite defending him but then she’s always had a soft spot for Tommy. Everyone has a soft spot for Tommy. 
“I think it’s like some place off the grid or something,” she continues. “At least that’s how it sounds.”
“It’s a commune,” Joel says, exasperated all over again as he takes a long pull from his drink. “Just leave it to Tommy to go backpacking to quote ‘clear his head’ after quitting the Fireflies only to wind up in a fucking commune.”
Sarah snorts, laughing and shaking her head. “At least he’s happy, right? Doing what he wants to do?”
Joel nods, biting back his retort about how nice that must be. Never wanting his daughter to think he had any regrets where she was concerned. 
He’d do it all over again to get her, but there was also still a part of him that wondered when or if he would ever get a chance to... To be that selfish. Just once.
“Dad?” Sarah asks again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Joel nods, takes another drink. “Yeah, baby girl, I’m just fine.”
*****
The first few weeks that Tyler spends training at Hunter’s Gym are some of the worst of your life.
Irritable, sulky, and constantly sore, your boyfriend is a dark cloud that hangs all throughout the apartment. Hard to move or even breathe around for how easily he’s set off, which is why you have a growing list of topics that you just avoid for the time being.
What would you like for dinner? No go. Can I take a look at your cuts? Absolutely not. What can I do to help? Hell no.
“Nothing. You can do nothing,” he complains, dropping into the upholstered chair you had just spent the entire weekend cleaning and restoring while still wearing his gym clothes. “Please stop asking.”
You bite your lip, trying not to focus on the sweat, dirt, and blood that are currently staining into the delicate emerald green fabric. “Tyler, you know… If this isn’t a good fit. We could try a different…”
He stares at you, and you know you should have known better than to even start to suggest it. 
“You think I can’t do it? That what you’re saying?”
You sigh, your eyes going to the ceiling for a moment so you don’t have to see the self-pity that is a constant on Tyler’s face. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Of course, you can. But sometimes people just don’t click and maybe you and Joel – ”
His eyes flash, and now you’ve really done it because of all the topics that are currently off limits, Joel Miller has to be at the very top of the list. 
“It has nothing to do with us not clicking,” Tyler asserts, his tone making it clear that he thinks this should be obvious. “The dude is just a dick. He’s washed up, and he’s taking it out on me because I’m not. He knows I’m better than him.”
You press your lips together and turn away, not trusting yourself to say anything as you let your fingernails dig into your palm because you have an insane urge to just laugh.
Better than him? Than Joel Miller? 
Even though you weren’t a boxer yourself, you had been around the sport long enough by now to know that Joel is good. Really good. You had thought so even before you’d taken a couple hours on your day off to go to the library with the hope of figuring out just who exactly had so easily put your boyfriend through his paces.
What you had found was article after article on Joel’s boxing career, glossy high profile shots of him on the front page of sports sections, interviews where reporters asked him about his technique, his training… his ruthlessness.
Joel Miller is ruthless.
That sentence in particular had come up over and over and over again, paired with recitations of his opponents, his scores, his titles. All the fights he won that he shouldn’t have. All the times he was left standing in the middle while his opponent was laid out at his feet.
For all the articles you combed through, the ones with his picture were always the ones that gave you pause, made you lean in close to the screen to try to make out all the details of his face that had been captured mid-fight and to match them to the ones you’d seen several times since that first day.
There was something different when you compared the two. Something beyond the steady changes that come with passing years, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, and you still haven’t. Though you haven’t stopped trying.
In truth, you look at Joel far more than you should. Look forward to catching a glimpse of him far more than you should too considering he’s the bane of your boyfriend’s existence. But the truth is… you like him.
Not in a bad way, you quickly try to explain even if it’s just to yourself while keeping your back to Tyler as you walk into the small kitchen and start putting together something for dinner. 
No, not in a bad way. Just in a…
Several times now you’ve been into the gym to pick Tyler up, usually when their training sessions are running long and you can no longer stand to just sit in the car. The air and the radio turned off so that you don’t have to waste gas like you’re wasting your time.
Each time, Joel has greeted you with a small smile and a nod, grabbed you a nearby folding chair and a cup of water for while you wait without asking. Started adding a protein bar too after the time he had heard your stomach audibly growl, and you had been forced to admit that you hadn’t actually had time to eat anything yet that day.
“Thanks,” you had muttered, still feeling a bit embarrassed as you took a grateful bite that tasted like chocolate and peanut butter. Your embarrassment only growing when you realized that his attention was making your stomach swoop. 
It’s only because unlike your boyfriend, Joel never seems annoyed to see you there. And how ridiculous is that… That all it takes is for a guy to look at you with warm brown eyes and a calm, not-quite smile, and all you want to do is melt because you can’t remember the last time your boyfriend even said thank you let alone offered to get you something as small as a fucking protein bar.
You slam the fridge door harder than you mean to and when you look over, Tyler has lifted his head to look at you. A small frown on his face as he takes you in and asks, “What’s your problem?”
You, buddy boy, you almost say. You’re my problem.
But instead you say nothing, not mentally or emotionally up to an argument when you’re already tired from a long day and so is he.
This is just a rough patch, you tell yourself instead. It’ll get easier. It has to.
Tyler used to light up when he saw you. You used to be the last person he wanted to let go before he went into the ring, the first person he’d look for in the crowd. 
It’ll get better. It’ll go back to that. You just need to get through this, and it’ll get better.
Right?
*****
You’re late.
Thirty minutes past the time you’re supposed to show up when, by Joel’s memory, you haven’t been so much as tardy since you first started bringing the dickhead you live with to and from the gym. Dropping him off in the morning on your way to work and then coming in to watch the last few minutes of Tyler’s training before you pick him up. 
In truth, Joel is never happier than when he hears the door open and sees you standing there. Only because that means his time is up. That’s all it is. Your arrival means his obligation is fulfilled until the next time he has to spend hours listening to Tyler argue with him about everything from proper form to proper conditioning.
How do you put up with it? 
You shouldn’t have to, and more than once he’s had a mind to tell you so just before he reminds himself that your business is your own even if he’s taken an unwise interest in it.
It’s just… You’ve got such a kind, sweet way about you. A smile on your face when you walk in even though he can tell that you’re tired, pretty eyes that meet his whenever he does even the smallest thing for…
Pretty. Christ, what the fuck are you doing thinking she’s pretty?
Joel shifts in his stance at the edge of the ring, crossing his arms tight across his chest as he watches Tyler spar with another fighter from the gym. Doing better this week than he has in any of the ones previous but still with a long way to go and still with his greatest attribute being that he has such a huge fucking chip on his shoulder that he refuses to let himself lose.
Checking his watch and then the door again, Joel watches them for a few more minutes before he finally turns away and snaps out, “I’ll be back. Keep going.”
On his way to his office, Joel can see Sarah still sitting at his desk and working on one of her papers. Having decided to come in with him today and hang out for a while so she could also use the gym to workout, she glances up when she sees him coming, her brow creasing with worry at whatever expression he must have on his face.
“Has anyone called?” he asks as soon as he’s got the door open. “Anyone called this morning to say they were going to be late?”
“Uh,” Sarah’s nose scrunches up as she looks at the Post-Its by the phone. “No, but Charlie dropped off a few names for you. Some new potential clients?”
Ordinarily that need would be more welcome than it is at the moment, a sign that even if training Tyler was his penance than his reward was that others were also noticing the improvements and wagering that maybe Joel could do the same for them. 
“No, not a new client. Would be a, um…” Joel trails off, suddenly feeling unsure how to describe you to his daughter. A large part of that likely being that you must be only a handful of years older than her. Although why that should matter when all he’s asking is if you have called is beyond him. What the fuck is wrong with him today?
“Nevermind,” he says, ducking back out and heading for the front door. Long, ground-eating strides as he wonders if something happened with that car you drive, the thing clearly on its last legs, although he’s fairly certain he could fix it up a bit and get it running better if you’d let him. Nothing major but it wasn’t as if Tyler was going to do – 
Joel nearly gets clocked by the door when it swings open right as he reaches it, his reflexes kicking in just in time to avoid a black eye although not quick enough to get him out of the way before someone collides into him.
“Sorry, sorry,” says a frantic voice against his chest, the recognition kicking in before he looks down and sees you, and his fucking stomach clenches.
“Sorry, I, um – ” you start to say, your breathing quick as you get your feet under you again and push your hair back from your face. “Sorry, work was really busy and I was the only one who didn’t call out and I got out late and I was almost here but then I realized that I forgot Tyler’s lunch so I went back home but I couldn’t get the door open cause the landlord still hasn’t fixed it and I…”
You seem close to tears, flustered and upset, and even if Joel belatedly realizes that he has a steadying hand on your upper arm, he doesn’t let go as he tells you, “Nothing to be sorry for. You okay? Are you hurt?”
“Am I hurt?” you blink up at him, and he can see then that you have been crying. The sight clawing at his chest as he wonders where the fuck this landlord is and if he might move a little faster with the right persuasion. 
“No, I’m – I’m fine. Sorry, just a… just a bad day.”
You’re still looking up at him, so close to him that he can see all your features more clearly than he usually can. And he was undeniably correct earlier, you are pretty. 
While his eyes stay on your face, you take a shaky breath in, steadying yourself just as your own gaze drops to his mouth for a fraction of a second. Your lips parting before you just as quickly glance away, and he’s left to think of a scenario where you didn’t. 
What the fuck is wrong with you?
“Where, um, where’s Tyler?” you ask, another much needed reminder for whatever mixed up thoughts are currently swirling around in his head.
Yep, that’s right. She’s your client’s girlfriend not to mention the long list of other reasons why you shouldn’t even be looking at her.
“He’s – ” Joel clears his throat and steps back, trying to get his head to clear along with it.
“He’s over in the corner ring,” he tells you, angling himself in that direction and waiting for you to fall into step beside him before adding, “He did alright today.”
“Oh.” You look relieved. “That’s great. He’ll be in a good mood then.”
Joel frowns, not liking how that sounds. “Is he normally not?”
“No, I mean. You know Tyler,” you try to smile as you fluster again, and now he really doesn’t like it. “No, it’s – You know. When it doesn’t go well in the ring….”
Joel does know, but he also knows he did everything he could not to bring it home with him. Not to let the person he was in the ring come anywhere near the person he was out of it. Come anywhere near the people he had out of it.
“Sorry, that sounded bad,” you tell him quickly, pushing your hair back again but not meeting Joel’s eyes. “Trust me. It’s fine.”
“It’s not. It’s not  – ” Joel starts to say, making you look up at him just before a third voice chimes in from a little ways deeper into the gym.
“Babe, what are you doing here?” Tyler asks, walking towards you with a friendly smile while Joel reluctantly moves a few paces away and pretends to occupy himself, still keeping you in the corner of his gaze. 
“What do you mean?” Your brow knits together in confusion. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
“I told you I’m going to lunch with a few guys from the gym,” Tyler says to you, immediately making Joel wonder who he had possibly roped into spending more time with him.
“No, you didn’t tell me that,” you say, your voice unsteady but low. “When I dropped you off this morning, you didn’t say anything about that.”
“I did. You just weren’t paying attention.”
“Tyler,” you say, sounding as exasperated as Joel feels. “You did not tell me that. If you had, I wouldn’t have nearly killed myself getting over here just to — ”
“Look, can we argue about this later?” Tyler asks, cutting you off with a sigh and taking a new phone out of the pocket of his shorts before he begins to tap away. “I need to go get changed.”
Joel can practically hear his teeth grind together, his fists clenching at his sides. This — 
“Fuck you.”
Before Joel gets any further, your so far unseen snap of temper comes as both a surprise and a fucking delight, your words echoing in the gym as you shove the bagged lunch hard at Tyler and turn on your heel. The chorus of low whistles and murmurs of support accompanying you as you walk right back out the door.
For his part, Tyler appears unaffected, rolling his eyes and tossing the lunch into a nearby bin on his way to the locker room.
As for Joel’s. He knows he shouldn’t go after you himself, but…
He also doesn’t think he can just watch you leave.
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"Heatwave" - Felix Catton x Reader
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a/n: thank you, nonnie, for this request. this is a (late) bday present for my lovely friend @st-eve-barnes!! i hope you had a wonderful bday, my darling. thank you for always being kind and such a beacon of integrity in this crazy thing we call fandom 🩷
Summary: You and Felix try and fail to beat the heat.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, marijuana consumption, dry humping fingering, p in v sex
Word Count: 1,600 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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You’ve never hated being an Oxford student more in your entire life. It’s so. Fucking. Hot. Your hair clings to your face and neck, sweat beading at your temples as you try to fan yourself with the magazine you were trying to read only a few minutes ago. It’s too hot to read. You couldn’t even concentrate, all the words on the pages blurring into one. The air is so hot and sticky that it’s almost suffocating. You’ve already stripped down to your tank top and panties, tossing your jeans and bra to the floor in a desperate attempt to cool down.
“Which twat decided on no air conditioning in student housing?”
Your boyfriend shrugs, taking a drag from the spliff dangling between his fingers, looking over at you with glazed eyes and that adorable dimpled smile, “What’d you expect, love? They’re getting us ready for the real world. Should I turn on the portable fan?”
You roll your eyes at his words, taking a moment to admire him, the way the late afternoon sunlight filters in through his window, reflecting on his handsome face. It almost makes your breath away. He’s only wearing his boxers, his muscular form covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair damp as he runs a hand through it. He offers you a drag off his spliff but you shake your head, continuing to fan yourself, all in vain.
“Turning it on will only recirculate the hot air,” you mutter, getting up from his bed. You can feel Felix’s gaze trained on you as you walk toward his desk, standing on your toes to reach for his window, “I’m going to stick my head out the window, give me your chair.”
Felix snorts, pulling you into his lap, his warm chest against your back, “You’re not sticking your head out the window. You’ll fall and break your neck, love.”
You let out an annoyed huff, feeling his hands move to your hips, tracing the waistband of your panties, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, “This is actually the worst day of my life.”
Your boyfriend watches you get up from his lap, your pert little arse rubbing against his cock as you move, flopping down onto his bed face first as you wallow in self pity. He chuckles, moving to lay down beside you, propping himself up on his side, facing you with a lazy grin.
“Dunno why I’m being such a whiny cunt,” you mumble into his pillow, not bothering to move your face, the feeling of his hand resting on your lower back making you lean into his touch, “Just the heat, I suppose.”
Felix laughs, gently turning you to face him, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, continuing to caress the small of your back, moving his hand under the fabric of your tank top to feel your bare skin against his own, “My poor baby. Can’t handle the heat.”
“The only heat I like is yours.”
“Yeah? You like this body, babe? You’re a lucky one aren’t you,” he teases, “You’ve got one of the fittest boyfriends in all of this university.”
“And the humblest too,” you smirk, poking his nose, earning a laugh as he pulls you even closer.
You turn so your back is facing him, his body curled up against your back as he spoons you. He wraps his arms around you, lips pressed to your neck, grazing against your skin. The heat is oppressive, worse now with him so close to you, but it’s worth it. His touch is always worth it. Felix moves his hands to palm at one of your tits over the fabric of your tank top, making you moan softly, arching your back, rubbing your ass against his cock. He’s already hard against you, the feeling of his length against you making you laugh.
“Babe, we’re not shagging. It’s nearly forty degrees.”
Felix groans, grinding himself against you, burying his face in your shoulder, refusing to let you squirm away from him, “I know, but I can’t help it. You’re so fucking hot, baby, it’s really your fault, you know?”
You giggle, turning to face him, brushing your lips against his in the barest hint of a kiss. His lips are always so soft and perfect against yours, his hand resting on your hips, squeezing gently. You meet his gaze, a thoughtful expression crossing your face.
“Do you think it might distract us?” You wonder aloud, “Shagging, that is.”
“Maybe…”
Felix’s mind is hazy as he pulls you to lay on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist. He has a dreamy look in his eyes as his hands move to squeeze your ass, a smile playing at his lips.
“Why do you always look at me like that?” You tease.
“Cuz you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, moving one hand to rest behind your head, pulling you into a kiss.
His mouth is hot and wet against yours as you moan into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest, his body pressed flush against yours. You grind your clothed pussy against his cock, rolling your hips against his, the air between the two of you growing thicker and hotter. One of his hands tugs at your hair while the other still has a hold on your ass, moving to squeeze your bare, soft flesh beneath your panties. You let out a contented sigh.
“Honestly, this is helping, but it also isn’t helping,” you breathe against his lips, brushing your nose against his, both of you even hotter and sweatier than before.
“Do you want me to stop?” Felix whispers against your ear, nipping at your sensitive skin.
You admire the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the heat of his body radiating off his skin. His hands are rough and so very big as he moves to lift your tank top over your head. You shake your head, removing the shirt the rest of the way, tossing it to the floor. Felix’s palms cup your tits, his cock twitching at the feeling of your soft warm flesh in his hands. Your nipples harden as he pinches at them, grinning at the way your eyes flutter.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, moving one of his hands to slide inside your panties.
Felix buries three fingers knuckle deep inside you, making you whine softly. He doesn’t move them for a long moment, just keeps them there while his thumb draws lazy circles against your clit. He finally starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, curving them slightly to brush against that bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you grind yourself down against his thick fingers, wishing that he would just fuck you already. But you’ll take what you can get.
As always, he seems to know exactly what you need, pulling his fingers out of you and tugging at your panties, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them to the floor, his boxers joining them moments later. You watch with bated breath as he grabs a condom from his nightstand, loving the smile on his face when you grab it, ripping the tiny package open with your teeth, eagerly rolling it down his cock.
You sink down onto him, your pussy squeezing around him, enveloping him in your warmth. You let out a moan of his name, just staying like that for a long moment, Felix sits up, lips pressed to your throat as you slowly begin to grind your hips against his. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, flattening his tongue as he drags it over the pert bud before suckling at it. His hands grab at your hips, bouncing you up and down on his girthy length, grinning at the way you whimper his name, your hands tangling in his hair. The two of you are covered in sweat, bodies molded against each other as you find his lips with your own once again. Your kiss is passionate and sweet and yet so fucking filthy as you seek to devour each other.
“You feel so good,” Felix pants, moving one of his hands between where your hips are joined, rubbing against your swollen pearl eagerly, “So fucking good, Princess.”
“You too, Fel,” you reply, clinging to him as he bucks his hips up against yours, “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” Felix murmurs, feeling his end coming nearer and nearer, his cock pulsing inside you as you squeeze around him.
He feels you pussy clenching around him, gripping him like a vice as you all but scream his name, your arousal soaking his cock. Felix reaches his own end mere moments later, falling back against the bed, your head against his chest, the two of you gasping for air. He grins at you slightly as you take his condom off of him, tossing it in the wastebasket beside his bed.
“Look at my little Kobe Bryant,” he teases.
You giggle, nuzzling your face against his shoulder, “So this didn’t help. At all.”
“No, it didn’t,” Felix laughs softly, holding you in his arms, “But I’m not complaining.”
You love it when he smiles like this. So mischievous and playful, an almost devilish glint in his eyes. He moves to kiss your neck, his teeth feeling cool and surprisingly pleasant as they graze against your skin.
“I don’t regret it either,” you smile, your eyes slowly closing as you fall asleep in his arms.
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— PRINCESA
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pairing ʚɞ… 42!miles morales x reader
summary ʚɞ… you came into miles’s life and he makes sure that you, his princesa, never leave it.
warnings ʚɞ… miles being a lil stalker (it’s okay though, is miles), you have parents that move around too much, cursing, miles with a sweet tooth (he loves tres leches), mature themes (making out + mentions of drugs but you two aren’t the ones to do them), the relationship is a little toxic but not too much, major obsession with miles’s eyes (they’re just adorable).
m.list, main m.list ʚɞ
translations ʚɞ… mi princesa: my princess bonito: handsome/pretty boy eres tan bonita: you are so pretty ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte: right now i just want to kiss you so badly siempre estás en mi mente: you’re always on my mind.
a/n ʚɞ…recap of how you met miles, how you started dating + how it is going, heavily based on princesa by jay roxxx. this is supposed to be a fic of celebration for 1k followers so i hope you enjoy and sorry that it couldn’t be published on sunday like i said i would start doing.
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the first time you met miles was when you were walking in the hallway during your first day at visions. you were tired of being the new girl every time you moved, but you didn’t have much of a choice.
he was leaning against your assigned locker and he had an annoyed expression on his face as he glared off into space, it was kind of intimidating and you were skeptical to approach him but you really needed to put all the books in your locker before you got a back injury from the weight.
the boy was handsome though, he had the prettiest hazel eyes you had ever seen. the softest features too, except for his jawline that looked pretty sharp. his hair was braided and the braids looked good on him, a little too good maybe.
you decided to approach him, maybe his expression was the only intimidating thing about him.
and you thought right.
“excuse me, can you move?” you nodded at all the books in your arms. “i need to put these in there.”
the boy snapped out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes focused on you, his hazel eyes captured your own and he seemed so comfortable at holding eye contact while you couldn’t handle his stare and looked at the side of his head where a piece of your locker showed.
“please?” you tried again, it was your first day and you truly didn’t want any drama right now.
the boy cocked his head to the side, the side where your eyes were staring at like he was chasing for your gaze. those hazel’s captured your eyes again and there seem to be amusement in them, the smirk that grew on his face proved you right.
“of course, ma.” he said, and moved over onto the next locker. “there you go.”
you offered him a small smile and a thank you before turning you attention to your locker. after putting the books in, you left but you couldn’t help taking a look over your shoulder back at him when you where about to take a turn.
your eyes met him and he offered you another smirk then he was out of sight when you took the turn.
that was the first time of many that you would find the nameless boy leaning against your locker, making you ask him to move each time. you didn’t have any classes with him and visions was a big school so you didn’t see him around among the crowd of students unless he was there leaning on your locker.
again, you were making your way to your locker ready to see miles again and ask him to move so you could take out something from your locker but this time he was the one who wanted to ask something.
“there you are, princesa.” he spoke when he saw you.
there was that nickname again. he used to call you ma or mami, but one time he decided that those nicknames did not suit you and so since then he only ever called you princesa. you tried your best at pretending not to like the nickname and failed.
“took you so long, i was starting to worry.” the smirk on his face said otherwise.
“hi.” you said with a small smile. “can you—”
“hold up, princesa.” miles put a finger up, shutting you up instantly. “i have been here for a whole month now, just leaning against your locker and you don’t even ask for my name? or anything at all.”
“if you wanted me to know your name you would’ve told me.” you answered back.
he just stared at you for a long moment with amusement, before his smirk turned into a smile and he spoke. “miles morales.”
“y/n y/l/n.” you said.
“i knew that, princesa.” he said. “and now that we know each other’s names, how do you feel about going out with me this saturday? i’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“we don’t even know each other.” you furrowed your eyebrows, apart from the small talk that the two had made and his name (now) you didn’t know shit about him. “and you don’t know if i’m with someone.”
“that’s what dates are for, and i know you aren’t with someone. i asked around.” miles shrugged. “so yes or no? or do i still need to convince you some more?”
you just stared at him for a while, his hazel eyes not leaving yours the whole while. finally you gave in, those eyes were just too pretty to deny anything while looking at them. “alright, i’ll go on that date with you. golf ‘n stuff, 6pm sharp.”
miles cracked a smile, and clapped his hands together. “i love golf ‘n stuff. you and i are going to have so much fun there.”
and that you two did. the first date with miles was something that you will always have in your heart, but the eleventh one was your favorite because it was when he finally asked you out.
it was on october 3rd.
miles had asked you out to go to a restaurant, and this was the first time that it was actually a fancy one and not just a fast food one. his uncle had let him borrow his car so that he could drive you both there.
“didn’t you say your uncle had a motorcycle?” you had asked confused when he settled in the driver seat with you on the passenger one.
“he also has a car.” miles scratched behind his ear and you nodded. he was lying, that habit of his was easy to pick up on. “i needed to get the best for mi princesa.”
“your princess now?” you raised an eyebrow. “that’s bold.”
he chuckled but didn’t say anything as he started the car.
when you got there, he opened the door for you and gave you his hand to help you out. you smiled and took it, he was such a gentleman when he wasn’t acting like a bad boy.
as you two sat down at the table for two, you admired the nice decorations and the variety of couples and families sitting and chatting away happily.
“this place is so nice.” you told miles.
“it is,” he nodded with a fond smile, his hazel eyes locking with yours like they always did. “my mom started taking me here when my dad… you know. since i love tres leches so much and she was told this place had the best ones she thought it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try and since then we come here at least once a month.”
you reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
“i hope you didn’t waste your monthly visit with me.”
“don’t worry, we already came here this month.” his smile grew as he turned his hand in your grasp and started holding yours back.
“okay.” you looked down at your hands holding, and they stayed like that while you checked out the menu.
“aren’t you two a sweet couple.” the waitress (who looked around your age, maybe a little older) came after a few minutes and smiled at the two of you. “are you two ready to order?”
both of you didn’t bother to correct the waitress instead choosing to give each other a shy smile.
“i want to drink *whatever you want* and a *whatever food you want*” you spoke up your order when miles nodded at you to go first.
the waitress wrote that down.
“miles morales, i requested something.” he winked. “and apart from that i want an alcohol-free piña colada and a steak with tostones on the side.”
the waitress clearly blushed and you didn’t blame her, that wink had been pretty hot.
“got that,” she nodded, and wrote that down. “anything else?”
“no.” you and miles said in unison.
the waitress left.
the night went on in a blur, but when it got to time to order dessert, you were ready to order your favorite one but you didn’t have to order any because the waitress just came and put it down in front of you.
“i didn’t —” you pointed down, not even looking at it but the waitress just smiled at you and left.
you turned to miles. “did they get the wrong table? i haven’t even ordered this yet.”
miles pointed down at the plate and you looked down.
‘will you officially be mi princesa?’ was written on the side of the plate.
“yes.” you nodded, a big smile taking over your face and miles’s smile could rival your own.
and that was also the night you had your first kiss, right in front of your house.
“thanks for the night, bonito.” you were telling him. “i had so much fun and—”
“bonito?” he interrupted.
you got a little nervous and nodded while turning your gaze away. “well, yea.”
miles took a hold of your chin, turning your face back to looking at him. “look at me, okay? always look at me, got it?” he whispered softly as your eyes came in contact with his.
“i got it.”
“bonito.”
“i got it, bonito.” you smiled.
this time it was him who broke the eye contact, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes again. “eres tan bonita.” the way he said it had you feeling butterflies in your stomach.
your hand raised to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. “and you are so handsome, such a pretty boy.”
miles’s cheek got hotter under your palm and you silently celebrated your accomplishment.
“ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte…”
“do it.”
and so he did, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. your mouths moved in sync with one another, fitting perfectly together like a puzzle, you two were just meant to be and this was another prove of that. his mouth tasted sweet and you wanted that taste to last on your tongue forever, to just be able to enjoy miles’s sweet taste in your mouth even when you weren’t with him.
you both pulled away because sadly oxygen existed and you needed to breathe.
“that was…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe it.
“yes, it was.” miles agreed. “i’ll meet up with you tomorrow to go back to school, princesa. is that okay?”
“yes, it is.” you gave him one last peck, but it turned into multiple ones because you two just couldn’t keep your lips away from the other after having just one taste.
“bye, princesa.” another peck.
“yeah, bye, bonito.” another one.
“imma miss you, princesa.” another peck.
“i will miss you too, bonito.” another one.
“i have to leave.” another peck.
“i know.” and another one.
that went on until you two realized how late it had gotten and had to leave before your parent(s) killed either of you.
the first time you two said the three little big words was 5 months into your relationship and miles was the first to say it.
you were hanging out in his house in some shorts and a pair of his shirt, his mom was out working for the day and you kinda missed her because she was honestly the kindest and most accepting mother you had ever met.
rio morales was skeptical at first but when she saw the big smile on her son’s face as he introduced you, she accepted you. you knew that the reason she was quick to welcome you was because of how happy her son was.
“princesa, come here.” miles called out to you from his bed where he was laying, one arm behind his head and the other patting his lap for you to sit.
you smiled and ran to him, jumping on his lap and putting your hands on his chest. “yes, bonito?”
the hand that had been patting his lap earlier made its way to your hips and pulled you in until your lips were touching.
the two of you kissed softly, your hands caressing his cheeks. it was a sweet moment and you both didn’t start anything more just wanting to feel this connection between you.
“you know something?” the boy asked as he pulled away.
“what?” you asked, leaving your noses touching.
“siempre estas en mi mente,” there were those hazel eyes again, locking yours in and not letting go. “and i love that.”
“you do?” you rubbed your nose against him.
“yes, and i love you.”
you froze and sat up fully on his lap, miles followed as he sat and put his hands on your hips.
“sorry, princesa. but i really do and i couldn’t hold it in anymore.” he apologized. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same just yet.”
“no, it’s not that.” you shook your head and a smile grew on your face. “i love you too, i was just surprised.”
miles smiled along with you and pulled you in to connect your lips again. “i love you so much.”
the first ‘big’ argument that you two had was because of his possessiveness over you and the way he wanted to control everything you did. you had enough of that.
“miles, i’m not trying to start an argument with you or anything. i was just telling you that you shouldn’t be so harsh on my friends.”
“yeah, right. your guy ‘friends’, the ones who can’t keep their fucking eyes off of you for one goddamn second?!” he said exasperated.
“miles, you get worked up over nothing. girls look at you all the time and i do not feel jealous because they won’t try anything, why can’t you try and be the same?!”
“oh so now you want me to change? i thought you loved me just like i’am. guess things changed, huh?” his face was close to yours, noses nearly touching.
“i just want you to change that one thing, miles. it is not a big deal, i just don’t think we can keep going if you’re going to be acting like this.” you pushed him away, but he took a hold of your wrists.
“i’m sorry, i think i must have heard you wrong, princesa.” his mouth twisted into a snarl, those beautiful hazel eyes glaring at you. “you’re not leaving me.”
“if i wanted to, you know damn well i could.” you said, glaring right back.
“but you’re not going to, because you know damn well you love me.” he mocked you.
“i do, miles. i really do, but when you get like this i don’t even know anymore.” you shook your head, pulling your arms from his grip because even if he was mad right he would never apply so much pressure when holding you. he would never lay his hands on you like that.
his phone lit up with a message from his uncle and he took it, reading it without you being able to see what it was.
then miles sighed, “look, ma. i think i’m gonna go, it will give you time to think about this dumb decision you want to make and when i come back tomorrow i truly hope you had made a smart choice.” he laid a kiss on the top of your head and left through your window.
“ma? really?” you scoffed.
the time you made up after that argument wasn’t actually the next day, it was a whole week later during school. right in front of your locker, you hadn’t seen miles for that week and you were mad. he didn’t even bother to answer your multiple texts and calls.
“so we talk when you decide that we should talk?” you spoke up when you walked up to him, who was comfortably leaning against your locker.
the hallway was deserted and you were glad.
“i was busy.” he said like it was nothing. “we talk when you decide so, princesa.”
“mmm…” you nodded with pursed lips. “what were you doing?”
“don’t worry about it.” he shook his head and grabbed your head between his hands, his thumb caressing your cheek. “so, did that pretty head of yours make a decision?”
“yes.”
“so, what was it?” his eyes were pulling you in encouraging you to make the right choice.
and they did convince you. “i want to stay with you, but please tone down the jealousy.”
“i don’t get jealous, princesa.” miles chuckled, then placed a kiss on your lips. “but i promise i won’t get that possessive over you again.”
and of course, he lied about that.
now, after 2 years of being together and going into senior year. you couldn’t be more happier.
“stop!” you started kicking your feet and pushing miles away, trying desperately to stop him from tickling you and failing miserably.
“tell me where my control is, princesa and i will stop tickling you.” he kept tickling you.
you had hid his ps control because you wanted all his attention on you, but you were close to wetting your pants from laughing and there were tears running down your face.
“i don’t know where it is…” you lied out of breath as his tickling came to a stop to let you talk.
“liar!” he attacked you again.
“miles!” you screamed, bursting out laughing again.
“tell me, princesa.” he insisted.
“no.” you shook your head.
then his attack method changed and he started leaving kisses all over your face as only one hand was used to tickle you.
“tell me,” he said. “or you won’t get kisses for a month.”
“it’s in the kitchen, on the shelf for the plates.”
living without his kisses for that long was not an option.
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Feel It In The Air Tonight
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Pairings: Eren Yeager x Chubby!Fem!reader
Encapsulation: there's always someone to pick you up when you're feeling down, especially in college even through words on cards. In which, Eren plays the two card game with you
Warnings: fluff, talks of the Uni college experience, TikTok card game, pain splatter rage room, Starbucks drinks, eren being a little jealous but not over the top, hints of depression,hard times, etc., other talks of mental health, loving and healthy obsessed Eren, making out, touching, smut towards the end, Eren with a tongue piercing but it’s not highlighted like that because I’m a dumb bitch and forgot to punctuate it in this fic, tatted Eren, pussy eating Eren, squirting, exhibition, cumming over fingers, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talking, some of the cast appears here, modern day au, black reader ( not explicit), car sex, oral( f receiving), overall you two are in love
Word Count: 6.8k( I know I know, a lot)
18+ Babes Only
Ps: Eren may be ooc for some, dont really write for aot so this is me coming back into the fandom for a little while <3
( I'm so tired and I had to do this on two phones)
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The void space clouding your head was too expensive to handle for your taste. The vision of a red door with words you heard in the past and up until now painted the door like the paint should be black instead. The only way to jump out of this disgusting vision was to walk to the door, opening the door to get to the bright side, but you couldn’t. Everytime you walked to the door, it felt like you were being pushed back.
With one heavy foot over the other one, you felt as if there was a 100lb dumbbell hanging onto your ankle, the feeling coiled up inside of you was tragic for both you and Eren. Eren wondered why you weren’t present in class for these past four days, he’s so used to you coming into the class, holding a fresh water bottle in your right hand while your phone and keys are in the left hand.
He always watched the door to see if you were gonna come in and he was curious as well as worried over the days you didn’t walk through the wooden door. Eren asked Mikasa and Jean if they’ve seen you and they’re answer was the same. He asked Zeke have you been to his psychology class and he said no but not without leaving a message to you in regards to his class “ if you do see yn, please make sure she’s ok first and tell her to get to class when and if she could, she’s missing out on a lot”. 
Eren nodded his head before leaving the classroom only to bump into Armin with Sasha and Connie  on his way out, “ Oh hey guys, you seen y/n around campus? Or did she go home because she’s not answering the phone?” 
Sasha thought about it while Armin shook his head. Meanwhile Connie gave him a goofy grin, “ Did you even check her dorm, bro?” He placed an arm around Eren as they walked to the exit of the Housement building their reading comprehension class was in, “ You can’t honestly be that stupid, Eren.”
Eren snapped his fingers prior to running off to the building your dorm was in. He was so glad you didn’t choose a building that was far from the building with classes on the inside . He ran past Annie and Pieck bidding them hellos and goodbyes as quickly as he said it. He Slid in the elevator saying a few sentences to the two people that were already in the elevator: Reiner and Bertolt. After some time he finally made it to the opening of your dorm with the pleas and begs to be let into the dorm area by the front desk student employer and she let him since she had a crush on him once. 
He only came to your dorm twice. One time for a school project and the second time for a place to chill and talk to each other. You two weren’t exactly in a relationship, yet. You both are in the talking stage so you didn’t really invite him to your room like that. Luckily he memorized the room number as he finally came to a stop in front of it: 313b.
Eren took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He grew even more worried so he began banging on the door, calling out your name as well. Everyone on your floor could hear this commotion and you were embarrassed even if you were on the inside trudging to the door with your cover over your body. You could only imagine what people on your floor are thinking about this.
The banging got louder as you came to a stop in front of it, “ Go away, E’. Not in the mood for anything or anyone right now.” Eren placed his hand on the door while leaning his forehead against it. “ Come on, yn. Let me in. Look, I know you’re not in the mood right now but please can we just maybe sit in silence on the inside? I need to know if you’re okay.”
You huffed, “ You’re hearing me fine as of right now, E’, so I don’t understand why you need to know if I’m okay. I’m good.” You paused because you knew you were lying to him and yourself. “ Yeah I’m good, so please just go to your room and leave me be.”
“ Y/n, Listen I know everyone has days like this, so it’s up to their friend to make their days better. Please let me in?”, Eren says, jiggling the doorknob. “ Please, I wanna be close to you.” You hesitantly opened the door revealing Eren with his sleeve tattoos showing and his hair down in a middle part, some hair tucked behind his ear showing his beautiful jade eyes clearly.
Eren took in your look and wanted to hug you until he couldn't. Your cover covered most of your body but your hair was out of its bonnet, which was a huge no-no in his mind because you always wore a bonnet whenever you were comfy in your dorm room. So that’s how he knows you’re not okay.
You moved to the side and he came in sitting on your desk chair— spinning the chair to face your bed, “ Whenever you’re ready, you can talk. I’m listening while writing something down. We’re getting you out of this room whether you like it or not.” You couldn’t even argue because you were mentally drained. School fucking sucks the fun out of the college expeirence but no one talks about it. 
Moving to the bed to plop down on your stomach felt so good, you just wanted to lay down all day and here he comes, demanding to take you out of it. Oh, how you wanted to curse him for life for disturbing your saddening peace.
30 seconds passed and all you could hear was Eren messing with your school materials bucket and your desk drawer— searching for index cards, “ Yes, finally found them.” He was mildly whispering and it was a little funny to you because he was never good at whispering even in your high school years.
The clock was turning and the sound of his writing was beauty to your ear drums. He was basically doing an asmr for you and you were almost falling asleep but the squeak of your desk chair pulled you out of you dozing off, making you roll your eyes.
After 30 minutes or so, you stopped hearing Eren writing and rocking back and forth in your chair. You could practically feel his jade green eyes digging into the back of your head as his breathing got more heavier. So, you decided to talk because the silence and the feeling of being stared at killed you, “ School.” Eren leaned forward with his elbows on his knees trying to hear you better. “ What about school? What’s going on?”
You sighed before turning over to face the ceiling with your arms around your comfort stuffie Armin brought you as a birthday gift. “ School has been so exhausting and I’m ready to quit, E’.” Eren moved his chair closer to the bed as you continued speaking, “ the work. The money. The food expenses. Everything. Yesterday I had to turn in a thirteen page essay about the 1916 project, then on top of that I have to battle with chem 101 work. Those fucking atomic theories and all that other annoying ass shit. The school lunch is horrible, don’t know how hard it is for a fucking college that we pay for to have a decent meal. I’m just�� … just so overwhelmed with everything.”
His heart felt heavy for you because he felt like this once too, he felt like it was the end of the world and there was no one who could pull him off the dark stairs he was walking down until you and his other friends opened the other door he didn’t even see when he was walking down blindly through the darkness. So he made it his duty and honor to do the same for everyone else, especially you. 
“ E, I’m this close to dropping out and it’s sickening because my mother and father put everything into these past two years of college—I’m halfway there. Idkk… I just want to take a break for a little while.”, You say, finishing your little rant to him with a few silent tears down your beautiful eyes. 
Eren learned to kiss your salty tears away, causing you to be taken by surprise. “ Can we do something really quick, I can’t say anything that can ease your mind so I’ll just let my actions keep your mind from walking through the darkness and overload that college has to offer right now for you.” He moved over to your desk in the computer-like chair to collect the index cards. “ I know you’ve seen this so many times so why not make it reality for you. Pick one.”
He held out two cars facing him with sticky notes blocking the view from behind to stop you from cheating while you picked the cards. Sniffling, you took the card on the right as he smiled at you knowing you’re gonna love it.
You turned the card over and cracked a hurt smile at the words on the card, “ 100 dollars?! Really, ren’.” He laughed with his head thrown back and his hair crowding his face, hiding his beautiful smile, “ Princess, you know that’s not the end of this and besides, even if you hate that it’s coming out of my pockets, I don’t care. You deserve it for existing.”
You couldn’t help but to smile behind your plushie you now held to block your face, “ You’re so irritating.” Eren smirked— running his fingers through his long, pretty healthy hair. Afterwards, he held up two new cards with a pink and blue sticky note on the back of them, “ Go on, baby. Pick one.”
Sitting up at the edge of the bed and in between his legs— almost, you picked the left card with the pink sticky note on the back. Turning it over, you gasped at the result, “ Starbucks, haven’t had that in forever.” You smiled sitting the card down. “ What does the other one say?” Eren grinned whilst flipping the card over to show you the writing, “ It was the bookstore shop, I know how much you love reading books so I wanted to take you.” He shoved the other cards into his black jacket pocket— standing up to walk to your closet. You were honestly glad you were this comfortable and secure with him, plus you didn’t have a Roommate so that’s maybe why you’re really at ease. 
Eren brought out several clothes, tripping over your shoes spread out all over your floor when walking towards your bed. Throwing the clothes on the bed with the shoes he pulled from under your bed positioned below the outfit, “ Put these on, we’re gonna take your mind off this shit hole we're in, hope you’re ready. See you in 20 or maybe 30 depending on your time freshening up of course.
You watched him walk out the door, texting on his phone prior to laying back on the bed, kicking your feet and giggling in excitement. You needed this and you were gonna get it. Today is all about you, not school, not work. You.
After some time of cleaning yourself up, you managed to make it out to Eren’s car, hopping in. You two didn’t really talk in the car since you were still a little down from being dragged out here but grateful—nevertheless. He’s been trying to get you to talk but you only said about two or three words a sentence. Luckily it didn’t take that much time for you two to arrive at Starbucks.
You were about to open the door but he smacked your hand, giving you a pointed look. “ You know we don’t do that.” You had a little smile as he got out to walk to your side, opening the door with his beautiful smile on display, “ Your hand, mi lady.” Your smile widened a little when he kissed your hand as he grabbed it to help you into the car. He’s always been such a gentlemen with you and you loved it. 
Eren interwined his hands with yours— walking into the Starbucks which was luckily almost empty. People were just sitting down and talking with their drink and little cake pops.
“ I either get my favorite or something elsee… You know I always have a hard time deciding what to get, there are too many good ones. What’s your favorite, E’?”, you say while looking at the menu, squinting a little. Eren was paying attention to you the entire time you were talking and you didn’t even notice. Do you ever? The answer is no. 
Eren's eyes widened when he noticed you tilting your head whilst looking at him in confusion, “ What’s wrong, ren’? I asked you a question and you zoned out.” Eren cleared his throat prior to taking his eyes off you. “ Oh, my bad, babe. I like the salted caramel mocha with dark caramel foam, the foam adds so much to the drink. It’s really good.”
You hummed, turning back to the menu. Luckily a lightbulb came to your head— “ wait, I think I wanted to try one on my phone. Hold on.” You went to your photos and searched Starbucks in the search bar to find different varieties of drink mixes you wanted to try. You scrolled while Eren ordered his drink for Floch to take, he happens to be the cashier right now. Eren noticed the little looks floch snuck in as he was talking to him. He knew floch had a little crush on you ever since last year, so he gently put his hand behind your lower back, caressing it in the act of you're still searching in your phone. 
Jealousy was a beautiful and ugly thing, right now it was beautiful on Eren. His jade green eyes were narrowed as he still spoke to floch with a now hard but mellow tone. Floch for sure took notice and almost smirked a little bit at how foolish he was acting, in his opinion. He thought you were always so sweet and pretty so why wouldn’t he fall for you at the same time as Eren trying to court you.
“ Okay, I got my order ready, floch? Wow I didn’t know you worked here. Nice to see you as well, but may I please get the - your choice- please?”, you asked as you told him the right ingredients for the drink you choose— afterwards. Floch loved hearing you speak to him so he was rushing to complete your drink even after you told him to take his time. 
You turned to eren smiling, “ May I taste it? Here I’m gonna get another str-” eren held out his drink with a look that’s telling you he doesn’t care if it’s the same straw. You reluctantly took his drink and wrapped your two- toned pretty lips around the top drinking from it. It tasted so good in your mouth, you had to get this flavor again. 
Eren was watching you with a dry mouth the entire time. He was such a fanboy for you and you weren’t even a superstar but to him, you were his superstar. God, did he sound so corny in his mind. He can’t help it around you. This was the best step, I mean you always shared chips or other snacks whereas when you two shared beverages you always did a waterfall or grabbed the nearest cup— rinsing it out. 
Floch called your name as he flashed a smile at you to which you became very shy since the way he was staring at you was unusual. Floch was sometimes a cool guy in the past, you didn’t really talk to him to say the same now. 
You grabbed your drink from Floch after giving Eren his back, “ Thank you, Floch. See you around.” Floch was smiling into space because when you grabbed your drink his hand touched your hand creating butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to ask you out, hopefully he will do it before Eren. That’s why he gave you a little surprise with your drink.
“ Can I taste yours? It looks too good to not ask, sorry.”, Eren says as he eyed your drink with a cute scrunched up face. He didn’t even know his face was scrunched up because he was too busy mad at what he’s seeing on your drink. You let out a small laugh, handing him your drink, oblivious to the small number on the receipt, placed on the Starbucks cup.
Eren held the door open with his back as each drink was held in each hand. You two walked out as Eren took a sip from your drink almost walking back to get his own from the way your drink tasted. He hurried and snatched the receipt off, ripping off the part where his number was displayed when you were looking around, always being aware of your surroundings. Eren turned to you and held out your drink with a little smirk displayed on his face. You raised your eyebrow, “ What did you do?”
He shrugged, “ Nothing, now come on, today’s not done. I’ve got a few ideas in mind.” You smiled as he opened the car door for you letting you get inside. He closed the door, walking to his side afterwards. He almost dropped his drink while getting into the car, making both of you panic because that was gonna be hard to clean up. 
Eren sat his cup down into his cup holder anterior to him fishing for the cards in his jacket pocket, he held up the next two card with a orange and yellow sticky note in the back of it this time, “ Pick one.” You thought carefully afore picking the orange card with your eyes closed. Turning it over you were confused, “ What’s the paint job? Eren are you trying to t-” 
Eren almost choked on his saliva laughing at your answer, after he got himself together he answered you, “ Not that kind of paint job, honey. It’s a place, you need to let out your frustrations and I think that’s a perfect method. Our rage room is closed for renovation right now so I was gonna have to go out of the city if you choose the yellow card. Not that I mind, get to spend more time with my girl.” 
Your ears were heating up as you heard what he said ‘ his girl’. You loved the sound of that coming out of his pretty pink lips. You wouldn’t even mind giving him a paint job. You smiled at him, “ can’t wait to see this, never heard of that before.”
You two were talking during the car ride to the paint job. Most of the topics were about your friends and family having a fun time with your close friends. You two reminisce about upsetting Armin when you volunteered to help him bake just for it to turn into a disaster with flour everywhere and some of his backings burned — cough cough Eren’s fault. 
When you two arrived the parking lot was semi-full and the place was huge and pretty on the outside, so you can just imagine the inside of it. On the outside, the paint job had a paint splat next to the name colored in light blue, the brick walls were colored light pink and the outline of the bay windows was light purple. Making this look like a doll house. 
You looked up in awe while Eren looked at you the same way you looked at the building. “ This is so beautiful, I love the colors so much.” Eren chuckled at the warm energy coming from you, taking a look at the color of the place where everyone comes to rage while his hand rested over your back trying so desperately to not trail his hands, “ let’s go, baby doll. I got a feeling you’re going to have so much fun.”
Looking at him as he held your hand in one of his hands, opening the door with his free one, “ no we’re going to have fun. This is for both of us now. You didn’t think when I was at school that I didn’t see the stress in your eyes as you gave me that tired but still pretty ass smile. You need to have fun just as much as me, ren’.” Eren looked at you with wide eyes because no one else noticed the layers of stress developing in his eyes this past week, he always kept to himsel, just like someone you knew all too well.
Eren smiled at you with a real smile this time, eyes closed and all, “ You’re right, baby. We will enjoy this. I thank you for paying attention to that, I just don’t know how to openly talk about my struggles without getting too emotional. Don’t wanna seem like a pussy in front of you now, that wouldn’t be cool at all.” You scoff loudly at him, making sure he heard it before speaking, “ Boy, please don’t ever say that shit again, I don’t like when men do that. When you’re with me, you express every emotion and feeling you have inside of you.” 
You grabbed his face pulling him close to yours just to look into his eyes, “ I’m gonna touch your face when I say this, Ren’, don’t you ever feel like you’re gonna be a pussy when you’re with me expressing yourself. It not only hurts you, it hurts me because I feel like you don’t trust me enough to show me your real emotions and feelings. I’m always here for you and I already can see that you’re here for me, you don’t gotta say it back to me because you showed me countless times. Okay? So stop that.” 
Eren almost wanted to cry because his ex and father left him scarred so to hear this from the woman he loves even after the end of the world is very endearing. Eren looked at you with love laced in his eyes, “ {reader}, I lo-” a voice interrupted Eren’s confession, causing him to roll his eyes sighing loudly afterwards. 
“ Hey, hey, ready to paint walls? That’s a double entendre by the way.”, Connie says coming down the hallway laughing and pointing at you and Eren. Eren almost smacked his head against the wall on the side of you two. For one, this lame joke and two for him not doing this outside that way Connie and everyone else wouldn’t even know that they were here. 
“ Connie, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you and the others?”, you asked as you went in for a hug and he gladly accepted it because he missed you just like the rest of them. 
Connie pulled away and was about to answer you until you felt someone jump on your back screaming your name. Just by the faint smell of peaches, you knew it was Sasha, “ Sasha!! Oh wow, I missed you. All of you.”
You turned around with Sasha now off your back clinging to your right arm whereas eren clung to your left one. When you turned, you saw almost everyone here. Jean stepped up and smiled at you, “ We missed you too.”
Mikasa smirked at you and Eren. She shipped you two like you were a part of her favorite movie as a couple. She knew of Eren's feelings so she was happy at the little affection you two had going on, “ Don’t you ever leave us out again, {reader}. I was so concerned about why you aren’t showing up to class. We’re talking about it later.” Your close lip smile brought joy to everyone because they could see the shimmer of light slowly coming back into your eyes as you heard their voices. 
Armin laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst he was in front of you, “ Yeah, as I told you before, happiness is not about whether you can get a job or finish getting your degree, it’s about you. Happiness is about listening to yourself whether it’s your mind, body, or soul. Please take care of yourself, {reader}. You don’t deserve to suffer alone, we’re all gonna suffer with you just to pick you back up.”
You so badly wanted to cry because your heart was releasing the toxic gas of stubbornness and unhappiness as you looked around at your friends. Just seeing Annie, Pieck, Reiner, Bert., and of course you main 5 was so important to you. You needed this, to be around friends. No, family. 
You all walked up to the counter with Eren asking the lady about his reservations he made. Your brain finally started turning again and the thoughts made you gasp— smiling as you looked over at Eren, “ E’, did you plan this ahead of time.”
As everyone else was putting on their goggles, shower caps, and coveralls, he spoke to you, “ Actually I didn’t, I told them that you needed a get away and that I’m planning on taking you to either the rage room or paint splatter rooms. They did a coin toss— heads being the rage room, tails being the paint splatter room. Keep in mind that they did this coin toss with no acknowledgment that you picked one already. They would’ve been pissed if it landed on heads. Would’ve been hilarious to me though.”
You laughed at the thought of them going to the rage room instead and being very angry when you two didn’t show up, “ Yeah, that would’ve been video worthy too.” You changed into the attire you had to wear due to not wanting to get paint in your hair or clothes. 
Afterwards, you all headed to the plain white room that was available for you all. You all were playing with the equipment you all had on while walking and skipping through the hallway. You knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience, sharing it with your family and the man you were in love with.
You all stood there in silence not knowing how to throw the first paint splatter until you felt some on your coveralls. You looked down at yourself covered in yellow paint preliminary to looking back up and seeing a dazzling smile with an eyebrow cocked up as in issuing a challenge to you, “ Eren, I’m gonna kill you. We’re supposed to be painting the walls.”, as you put emphasis on the wall you hurried over and grabbed the red paint brush splatting eren with paint. “ Now what?”
Mikasa was minding her own business with Armin as they painted the wall while laughing with each other while Connie was running from Jean who picked up an entire can of pink paint, “ Come on, Connie. You don’t like pink, I heard you watched my little pony with your sisters last night. Why not have their own pinky pir in the flesh.” Sasha was laughing at them until Pieck splashed her with blue paint. Sasha stopped laughing as her eyes twitched in giddiness and excitement, she was going to devour Pieck for getting her first, “ You are so on, Pieck. Ymir you’re next and after that is Reiner.” 
Ymir was on alert until she got an entire paint can dumped on her head by Porco and Annie causing her to scream in horror at her body being covered in orange paint. You didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it when she yelled her girlfriend's name in hopes of rescuing her, and Historia was already there with black paint splattering all over Porco and Annie. Reiner and Bert. were enjoying themselves until you and Eren splashed them with two different purples: violet and lavender. Half of the room and people were covered in paint while the other half wasn’t due to different arts being displayed on the wall. 
This was what fun is. You were having so much fun with your family and this is where you belong. You felt safe, welcomed, and loved whenever you were with these people. Nothing but laughs, screams, horse playing, and you and eren rolling around in paint while trying to get one another was heard throughout the room. You felt so much has shifted just from these last few hours and you were right because now you and eren were saying bye to everyone after spending two hours in the splatter room. 
You waved to your friends out the window, smiling your usual smile without you, yourself, noticing that your actual smile was back, yet they did. They noticed and couldn’t help but to wave back, “ See you all and thank you all for being with me today, I really appreciated this so much, love you all and goodnight.”
Mikasa made a little phone gesture to remind you to call her after today with Eren as he pulled off with his hand placed on your thigh. He was already driving with one hand and looked so damn good while doing it. The tattoos that painted his arms were so intriguing to you. One arm was a full sleeve with faces of his mother and flowers surrounding her trailing all the way down to his wrist. The other one was a half sleeve filled with meanful drawings and a spider tattoo on the inside of his forearm. His hair was still down with a swoop of hair behind his ear, blunt behind his ear to hold it in place.
 He was cruising to calling on you by Jon b with the stars above you on the car roof and in the sky. You had an amazing time today, but would this be considered a dat-. Eren chuckled, “ not yet, this is the pre- first date, princess. Did you have fun today?” Yes, you were mumbling to yourself. 
You covered your mouth, yawning into your hand. “ Yeah I had so much fun today, I literally forgot about college until I realized we’re driving back to my dorm. I was also thinking about what you were gonna say earlier today in the back of my mind, do you mind repeating it?” Eren looked over at you— suddenly whipping the car into a parking space in the Saint Smith avenue park lot with the abandoned cvs on the street of Paradise. 
The roar of his engine died down as he cut off his car, looking over at you, “ I was going to say I love you, {reader}. There’s not a day in life where I can not stop thinking about you. Every time you came into that class, I wondered what perfume you were going to wear, what clothes you were going to wear, what hairstyle you were going to do, your natural hair or the other hairstyles you wore. I also wondered about what lip gloss you’ll bring, seeing you clearly have a preference for { your favorite lipgloss/lip balm/ carmex} instead. I paid attention to what pen or pencil you would write with, don’t even get me started on most things I’ve been noticing about you ever since I met you in 8th grade. I fucking love you and could not imagine my life with { reader’s first and last name}. I tried that shit for three days and did not like it at all.”
You were in awe at his confession and was about to say your own, but he spoke again, “ Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head in a meek manner to his question, “ Yes, you can, Ren’.” He smiled as he pulled you into a slow kiss with his hand on the side of your cheek. His lips felt like warm marshmallows on your own soft { favorite lip material }. He loved the taste of the flavor you had on your pretty plump lips. Your apple cheeks may be his second favorite feature on your body. Your stomach was his second after your eyes. Eyes were so important to Eren, he couldn’t explain it but whenever he looked into yours, he escaped to another place where he’s free of everything but you. That was a perfect world to him.
Your tongues moved against each other like two bodies covered in honey. You savored the taste of eren in your mouth as your tongues swirled with one another. You felt like you were about to suffocate from the lightness your head was feeling right now. The kiss was beautiful to you as you both took your time exploring each other's mouths. You heard his seat belt unbuckle prior to getting a tap on your thigh after he broke the kiss with your saliva disconnecting with the kiss, “ Get in the back, I wanna eat your pussy baby, I can’t take it and need to taste you. And you’re gonna taste how you look, I already know that, that’s for sure. But before that, may I eat your pussy, my pretty butterfly?”
Your pussy got wet just off the deep tone of his voice alone and the words he was using was the icing on the cake, so you spoke in a low voice, “ Yes, E’. Please eat my pussy, I need your tongue inside of me so bad right now.” Eren smiled as you finished your statement, “ Good, hope you’re ready baby, now go.”
You took off your seat belt before slowly climbing to the back trying not to knock over or break anything. You laid down as soon as your body sat down on his back seats— sliding down/ taking off whatever bottom wear you had on, leaving yourself in your panties. 
Eren eyes were trailing from your head and down to your thighs and pretty chubby feet. He was so in love with you and your chubby body. He always had a thing for you and he was about to show you right now. 
Eren paused his movement, reaching in his middle compartment grabbing a packet out of there. He turned away from you while you stared at him in wonder of what he’s doing. After a minute or so, he turned around with a devilish smile on his face, “ Ready?” You nodded at him and watched as he opened his door just to come to the backseat of the car where your feet were at. 
When he opened it, the breeze dancing along your pussy was wonderful. He told you to sit up against the door of the car and you did just that. All the while, he was watching your every move like a mantis watching its prey, Eren stuck out his tongue— tapping his index and middle finger on his stud tongue ring he got three months ago. 
Laying on his stomach with his face in between your legs;  Eren kissed your inner thighs with tender touches to them, he was whispering to himself— “ God, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna stay down here forever.” Your big thighs were crowding around his head as you peered down at him in lust, “ Come on, E’. Stop teasing please.”
Eren placed two more wet kisses to your upper inner thighs— laying his head on your right thigh afterwards during which he lays his eyes upon you with a low gaze and small smirk tracing along his lips, “ don’t be impatient baby, a man gotta admire and appreciate a special piece of art in front of him right now. This is a special edition because I get to touch this, like this. Eren proceeds to place both arms under and around your thighs bringing his entire face to your wet, soaked pussy leaking through your panties.  He breathed in your scent and almost moaned at the thought of him tasting and fucking into this glorious pussy.
He kept eye contact with you as he placed three big smooches on the outline of your fat pussy against the fabric of your soaked panties. He smiled at your body shuddering underneath his arms whilst looking around to see if anyone is looking at him and you in the back of his white BMW X5 truck. You could almost taste the smell of this new car and you hate that this is about your second time riding in this since he never brought it out until now and the other time he picked you up to go get food. 
You didn’t know what it was but when he placed his thumbs underneath your fupa lifting it a bit with his hand prior to lifting his head up higher to bite the band of your panties to pull them down— his pretty white teeth showing perfectly— you caught butterflies in your stomach, clit twitching in anticipation at this action. He slipped them off and put them into his front seat back pockets. He was gonna try to have a collection of your panties in his car and dorm. When summertime comes, he’ll keep some in his house. That’s how much he plans on fucking you. 
Meanwhile, You couldn’t even think right now when he was just staring at your pussy on full display in front of him. It was like he was trying to take a photographic memory in his mind and keep it there. With Eren, it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise if he did. He stuck out his long, hot tongue licking the opening of your inner labia. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm tongue in your pussy and when he heard that he had no choice but to keep flicking his tongue up and down your pussy in complete desperation. His moans were audible as he flicked his tongue— making little mmm noises as he licked around your pussy. The feeling of his tongue tracing your pussy lips were astonishing, he was admiring you even with his tongue.
You grippped his hair, pushing it to the side to really see his face, “ Ahh fuck, Eren. Make this pussy cum, Mmgh.” Eren put more pressure into eating you out as his tongue was now moving in circles. As he was slurping up his spit and your juices, he placed two hands on the back of your thighs—slightly lifting them up to make your pussy even more fatter and seen. Eren loved the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he pulled away to catch a breath, “ shit! Your pussy is a fucking ocean right now. Don’t cum until I say you can, okay princess?” 
You didn’t hear anything he said, especially when you felt a dripping liquid plant itself on your pussy, it was his spit and you wanted him to do it again, “ ple..please, do that again, E’.” Eren took his mouth off your pussy, slowly spitting on your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his spit hitting your clit and at the way he looked right now, “ Fuck! you look so pretty doing that Eren, please continue.” You honestly forgot that you two were in public because this was the greasiest you ever felt, you could only imagine how his dick gonna taste and feel like.
Eren quickly went back to creating zig zag motions with his tongue. He felt your pussy opening and closing and knew he had to add his fingers in, so he did add two fingers in making you gasp with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watched as you bit your lips with a loud hmm moan, God!, were you perfect right now, “ You like that huh? You like when I put two fingers inside this slippery pussy, fucking hell {reader}, can’t wait until I fuck you.” Eren’s tongue moved quickly over your clit as he spoke so whatever he said was muffled a little bit but you could still pinpoint what he was saying. 
Your moans were getting louder as he twisted his hand to have his fingers twist and curl up inside you just right. Spit and pussy juice dripped down your pussy and Eren’s face was like a thirsty person spilling water on them as they were drinking it on a hot sunny day. You both were enjoying yourself at this moment that you didn’t realize your big thighs were clamped around his head at the same time as your hands gripping Eren’s hair in a tight ponytail form, he was for sure going to have a headache tomorrow. Your moans were so pretty coming out your mouth, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, M’cummin ren’! Let me cum! Let me cumm…. Pleasee fuck~”  the word “fuck” was dragged out long because of him sucking on your clit while his hands sped up even more making wet squelch sounds as he moved in and out of you. 
Eren nodded his head at your demand, letting you tighten and untighten around his thick fingers inside of your wet cunt. He felt like he was gonna suffocate from the way you tighten your thighs around his head, but hey that’ll be a good way to go out in his book. Luckily, your legs went limp on the side of his body. One leg against the seat and the other hanging off the seat with your feet on the car floor. Your screams were loud and your body shook underneath him, cream was cummin out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Eren’s shirt at the top was covered in sweat and juice from your pussy. 
Eren watched with hooded eyes at your body calming down,” That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. You’ve done such a good job containing yourself from cummin.” He leaned down to lick his fingers before licking around your hole opening and closing. “ Mmgh, stop before I squirt, you had enough~.”, you screamed the last part, dragging the word out as your pussy was now squirting in his face. He did it on purpose because he flicked your clit with his finger, “ Ahhh, ren’, Ren’ stop, fucking dick.” Eren laughed at your reaction as your pussy was squirting back at him in response to him flicking your clit playfully. He stopped on your command though. 
Afterwards, Eren helped slip { your bottom clothing gear of your choice} on without panties this time. He took off his shirt showing his 8 pack, chest tattoos, and full arm tattoos. His body was sculpted to the max. Meanwhile your body was tired and you couldn’t even push the bottom half of your body up when he put back on your clothes. Eren took his shirt and whipped his car seats off, throwing the shirt in the trunk afterwards. You let out a tired sigh and he chuckled at that, “ You wanna get a 30 minute rest and just stay like this.” Eren kissed your nose and your forehead, looking you in your eyes after that. 
You nodded and kissed his lips, “ I just need a pillow for my back, but I don’t think you have th- oh you do.” He grabbed the pillow from his trunk as soon as you said you didn’t think he had one, “ Let me guess, you got a cover too.” You pleaded the pillow behind your back and got comfortable, well tried to. Eren laid on your stomach with his hair covering his face,  nodding his head at your comment, “ Yeah.”
You took the black scrunchie off your right hand, tied his hair up in a high bun, placed a kiss on his forehead afterwards, “ I love you, now close the door and get some rest with me.” Eren got up again to close the door. He reclined the backseats back a little— laying back down on your stomach with his body between your legs. “ I love you too, my sweet doll. Get some rest, babe.” You yawned and dozed off to la la land after the good session you had. He was finally yours as you were his. 
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atlafan · 7 months
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This is the teacher that kids either love or hate, there’s no in between. Mr. Styles has his quirks, and according to your niece, you either get him or you don’t. The annoying thing is, Mr. Styles teaches all of the science electives like astronomy, astrophysics, forensic science, marine science, zoology, and meteorology. These aren’t required courses, but they’re only a semester long. After completing biology, students can either take a full year of chemistry and a full year of physics, or they can do a full year of chemistry or physics, and two science electives. Or they can do four science electives.
Mr. Styles also is the only AP Chemistry and AP Physics teacher. There’s really no avoiding him. Some students accept this, and others continue to live in denial.
Many students know their strengths and passions. They were made to be scientists. Your niece, who loves science, is taking as many courses as possible to help herself out for college later on. She’s in AP Chemistry with Mr. Styles, as well as forensic science. Your niece loved Mr. Styles until he gave her an F for missing an exam. She had been out sick. She had a note from her doctor and everything! Your niece blubbered to you about it.
You know Mr. Styles. You work at the same school as Mr. Styles. You’re the music teacher. You typically avoid Mr. Styles. You’re in a completely different area of the school. Many students complain about him, but just as many praise him. But this time it’s personal. He made your niece cry, at school! You told her she could stay in your office for a bit to calm down. You were marching your way to Mr. Styles’ classroom. You didn’t care if he was teaching. You were going to barge in.
When you get to his door, you see him sitting at his desk through the little window. It’s a prep period. When you giggle the handle of the door, it doesn’t turn. So, you pound on the door with your fist while Mr. Styles takes his sweet time coming to open it.
“Miss-“
“Don’t even address me right now, I’m too mad.”
“I don’t think I know you well enough for you to be venting to me about something.” He says as he closes the door. “But I guess I can listen since I have time.”
“I’m here because you’re being an asshole to my niece. She missed school because she was sick and you wouldn’t let her makeup a test. That’s against school policy.”
“Not with AP courses.” He crosses his arms over his chest. You can’t help but feel frazzled at his attire. The dichotomy of him wearing a Disney shirt about love while he’s scowling is is almost comical. “If a student is sick on the day of the exam, then that’s it. They fail. They don’t get to try again.”
“How is she going to get into a good school if she has an F on her transcript?!”
“She’s not going to fail the class. She knew I had a strict policy. Also, I put out exam dates well in advance. She knew what day it was going to be.”
“She was sick!”
“Was she vomiting uncontrollably? Was she coughing up blood? Was she bed ridden? If the answer is no to any of those, then she could have come in to take the exam.”
“Right, so then she could get all of the other kids sick?”
“Masks are a thing. Plenty of students still wear them in the classroom. She could have come in for the exam and then left afterwards. Why do you care so much? You’re not her legal guardian. Her parents haven’t emailed or called to complain. At the mandatory parents meeting I run at the beginning of the school, I make it clear to the parents that I am strict for a reason.”
“My sister and brother-in-law haven’t called to complain because they don’t know about any of this. She came crying to me because she has no idea how to tell them because she knows she’s going to be asked if she knew it was an exam day. Which she completely forgot because she was sick and her brain was foggy.”
“She’ll have opportunities to make up her grade. Her participation counts for a lot and she’s always participating.”
“You don’t understand mental instability these overachievers have. I’ve seen that girl cry over an A-. Shooting her in the stomach would hurt less than getting a bad grade. Do you get off on being a dick?”
“You know what? This is my prep period, and I was busy.”
“Yeah, your door was locked.” You scoff.
“I always lock it. I don’t like when people filter in and out during my prep.”
“What if a student had an emergency and needed you?! Why are you even a teacher if you don’t care about students?! Do you have any idea how hard these kids have it? They don’t even teach them how to use computers anymore! No one knows how to touch type! Everyone assumes they have it easy, but they don’t. A lot of kids come to school because it’s better than being at home. You making it worse for them is a real turn off. I know you have students that adore you, but you also have students that would love the opportunity to spit in your food.”
“Are you done?”
“That depends, do you understand the points I’ve made?”
“Yes. You were very clear.”
“Are you going to take what I said into consideration as you’re teaching?”
“No.”
“You’re a fucking prick.”
“And you’re…” His eyes go up and down, checking her out. “It’s a good thing your room is on the other side of the school.” He shakes his head.
“Why? Afraid I’ll spit in your food?”
“No, in fact, I’d welcome your spit. I’d like it preferably in my mouth, but beggars can’t be choosers.” He shrugs and sits down at his desk.
Your mouth is agape. Did he really just say that to you?
“Are you serious?”
“Very.” He stands back up and saunters over to her. “If you’d like to cuss me out some more, could we do it over dinner?”
“I…”
“You never gave me a chance to take you out a few years ago. Remember that night we were both at that bar?”
“I do.” You nod as you blush. “But that was a mistake. I had a boyfriend…”
“Do you still?”
“No.”
“Alright, well, I would love to be in your presence again while you’re all fired up. Are you free Saturday night?”
“Pick me up at seven.”
“I’ll make a reservation somewhere I know we’ll be secluded so you can yell at me some more.”
“Stop talking before I change my mind.” You say and storm out of his classroom.
While you were teaching your sixth period choral class, Harry was teaching his forensic science class. Your niece got there a few minutes early to talk to Mr. Styles as he stood outside the class to greet the other students coming in.
“So…did it work?” She asked quietly.
“Like a charm.”
“She said yes?!”
“Mhm.” He grinned. “You must have put on quite the performance. She was really angry.”
“If you thought that made her angry, wait until she inevitably finds out that we worked together to trick her.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
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sadeyedsugar · 8 months
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pairing : professor!abby x student/TA reader
cw : 18+ mdni, some smut mainly r!receiving, gender neutral reader, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, age gap, mentions of smoking
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professor!abby is beloved by the entire student body. she insists everyone calls her by her first name because she feels she’ll be closer with her students. she likes to throw pop culture references into her lectures, but never in a cringey way. she’s always understanding of a students personal circumstances and is dedicated to making sure every student passes her class. her rate my professor score is one of the highest in the country. she always has a smile on her face and a kind word of advice
professor!abby walks her jack russell, darcy, in the park of your college town on sunday mornings. you strategically start to study there so she’ll notice you and come over to say hi - you always pack extra food so she’ll have an excuse to stay because professor!abby is too polite to say no to you. you also pack treats for darcy too, which abby appreciates
professor!abby hosts dinner parties for her favorite students at her apartment on thursday nights. she’s a talented chef and makes everything from scratch, including the drinks- she’s very fond of a margarita. one night she asks you to stay behind to finish your conversation from earlier in the night, when you told her you were impressed by her well rounded collection of feminist literature. she lets you borrow a couple texts and says you’re welcome to steal a few books her home library anytime
professor!abby chooses you to be her TA, a “no brainer” according to her because of your kindness and work ethic. you work well together: anticipating each others needs and laughing while you complete tasks. being with her never feels like work
professor!abby takes her coffee iced and black with nutmeg and no sugar, but she does have bit of a sweet tooth so she likes to grab a cinnamon roll especially when they’re fresh. you tease her for her boring order and she teases you for liking what she refers to as “glorified milkshakes with the essence of coffee.” she always thanks you with a friendly peck on the head when you grab her order on a busy day- you try not to think too much about it you can still feel her warm lips at night when you try to fall asleep
professor!abby rolls her button up shirts up her arms and you love to watch the glistening expanse of her forearm when she talks, gesturing wildly while gossips with you, relaying staff drama from the break room
professor!abby has a bit of a smoking problem. she developed the habit when she was in college and she did quit…but she always manages to find a cigarette when she’s stressed. she prefers Marlboro’s and while you don’t encourage her habit you love watching her spark up and smoke because she looks so fucking good doing it
professor!abby comes over to your apartment when something needs fixing because your landlord is useless douchebag and hiring someone costs too much ( your part time TA salary doesn’t cover drunken accidents that result in you accidentally snapping your fridge handle off ) she’ll show up, tools in hand, wearing a t-shirt from her alma-mater and stained jeans, with a grin and a helpful attitude. she’ll put together your ikea furniture and fix leaky faucets while you chat to her and offer her beer as compensation for her hard work
professor!abby works out in the campus gym sometimes because it’s free and convenient. she’ll go in the morning on a weekday when all the athletes are busy; unfortunately you have the same idea. you’ll timidly pop into the weight room to grab a light dumbbell and be paralyzed with lust when you see your gorgeous professor drenched in sweat doing bench presses. she sees you and pauses to say hello, wiping her brow with the hem of her muscle tee and you feel yourself going weak in the knees. she’ll playfully make fun of you for your baby weights and you’ll ask her how much she benches- it’s twice your body weight which makes a shiver wrack through you as you make your way back to the yoga studio, cunt dripping in your leggings
professor!abby will drive you home when you stumble across campus drunk after a frat party and find her grading papers late one night in her office. she’ll put her sweater on you and buckle your seatbelt for you, before touching your cheek affectionately. you wake up in your dorm with a pounding headache and her cable knit wrapped around you, feeling morbidly embarrassed
professor!abby won’t judge you when you show up at her door, sweater in hand apologizing profusely. she’ll promise it’s no big deal, then wave you in and make some french toast and coffee to help your hangover
professor!abby kisses you for the first time in her office, on a friday night when you skip a party to help her grade some midterm papers. you open a bottle of wine… and one thing leads to another somehow truth or dare becomes truth or strip and soon her mouth is pressed up against yours, fingers tracing the delicate outline of your inner thigh, tongue dancing with your own. when you guys start to hook up on the regular you discover that she’s surprisingly insatiable when it comes to sex. she invites you over for wine tasting one weekend, which ends in you being fucked against the fridge. she’ll ask you to stay after a lecture and you sit in her office chair while she mouths at your cunt. she’s rough with you but soft at the same time: her favorite position is missionary because she loves seeing how good she’s making you feel, how teary eyed you get when you’re about to come for the 5th time
professor!abby loves to play the piano. she has a baby grand in her apartment that she adores, but it takes weeks of persuading to get her to finally play for you. her favorite song to play for you is ‘la vie en rose.’ one night you secretly record her when she spontaneously starts to sing along with the keys and sometimes you listen to it when you can’t sleep. of course abby finds out about the recording and finds it adorable. she’ll send you snippets of her singing and playing when she knows you’re having a bad day.
professor!abby likes to read you books out loud while you play with her hair. she’ll read jane austen to you while you lounge on her sofa, as you braid and unbraid her hair for hours until the novels finished, watching the sun set out her floor to ceiling windows
professor!abby is in high demand at your college reunion 15 years later, surrounded by old students who gush to their partners and friends about how good of a teacher she was to them. shes tenured now, looking like a sliver fox with graying hair that she now wears in a short masculine cut, eyes twinkling behind tortoiseshell glasses. she’s still unmarried living a bachelor life and luckily you’re recently divorced. when she invites you over to her apartment, just for old times sake, you can’t help but say yes. she always knew how to make you feel good and when you fuck her it’s better than you ex ever was and you actually come for the first time in years
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ordinary, corrupt human love. | chapter 2: you get me closer to god.
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Summary: John is a manipulator, and she, is the new subject of his obsession.
Warnings: this chapter contains stalking, mentions of large age gap, graphic descriptions of violence, and manipulation.
read the warnings. john is not only a menace, he is evilllll.
Author’s note: and we are back, baby. today, in this chapter, you are going to be witnessing a LOT of fucked up shit from none other than john wick himself. my man’s been doing a lot, god bless his poor soul.
also may i remind you all that the reader here is naive! she is stupid! she is not the brightest! she’s just desperate for attention and affection, so her decisions are always stupid and all of that. (please do not hate her, she is trying her best.)
this took me a while to write because it’s long asf and also because you know me, i always struggle with the english language, but i hope i won’t disappoint you with this chapter!
thank you so much for waiting and continuing to support this fic! really, it gives me a lot of motivation to keep writing, and i really appreciate all your sweet comments and reblogs on my last post.
i hope you also enjoy this new chapter since we’re going to have another peak of what goes on in john’s dark, dark mind. (I PROMISE THE SEX SCENE WOULD BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.)
and again, this is not edited so all mistakes are on me! i really do apologize, english is not my first language.
Word count: 10.6k
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In this business, you’d see different kinds of reactions when a man walks into a room.
They all see themselves above everybody else. They think they’re better, deadlier, smarter. That’s the kind of mindset you need if you want to survive. How will you get out of being held at gunpoint when you’re a weakling?
When a man walks into a room, they’ll take a moment to stare.
On the outside, you’d think these people have a lot of respect for one another since they all work in the same circle anyway. But in real life, you’d see the blatant lack of respect these people truly have for each other, because they’ll stare and judge.
When John walks into a room, it’s a different story.
Fear.
John is not like any other man in business they think they could just judge and get away with it, no. John is well respected and feared. He could see it in their eyes when he pass by. The extreme discomfort and alarm to be in the same presence as him. Even if they try so hard to hide it, John sees right through them.
They view him as… something but human. He’s a killing machine. An attack dog. A monster, some would even say. 
Back in the days, John wasn’t exactly fond of the names they’ve been giving him. When he was still new in the game, he didn’t like how he struck fear over these people because he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the power he truly has over them.
But now, something has shifted.
John is a free man. Not the kind of free when he was with Helen, but free nonetheless. Free because instead of getting alarmed with the fact that he’s feared all over this underworld, he’s taking advantage of it. Much to the higher ups dismay. They have been having a very hard time keeping up with his recent activities.
Growing up, it seemed like John got the worst sadistic discipline in Ruska Roma.
All of them did, don’t get him wrong. All of them suffered – blood, sweat and tears. They were all forced to go through extreme discipline, because it’s the crack of the whip that gets the rats going.
But John… John got the worst of it.
He used to take the fall for his fellow students. Fingers couldn’t count just how many times he was belted on the back for someone else’s mistake. The amount of times he was starved, denied of any kind of food or water, and that’s how it’s always been.
John has always been denied for the things he wanted. The things he needed.
Now, he is not greedy. He’s not just going to take everything in his way like a kid that got away from its parents’ grip, because he doesn’t want a lot of things. John already has a house, a dog companion, enough money to last forever.
John already has everything except her.
His most happy moments couldn’t compete with the hot curl within his guts that he feels every time his mind flashes back to that night. That night when she gave in, when she gave herself away to him – willingly. 
John didn’t need to give her a little push to finally get her. She practically offered herself to him, bared her neck and John’s itching to take a bite. To finally make her his once and for all, but really, he doesn’t need to do that to know that she’s his. 
Like he said, he’s not going to force himself into her life. He’s going to be welcomed. By the looks of it, it seems like it wouldn’t be such a hard thing to do after all. Not when she’s already giving up information about herself to John through texts – she’s practically making it easy for him to get her.
So naive. Doesn’t got a fucking clue in the world.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Fucking mine –
John looks at his phone, reading the messages both of them sent each other the night before, and there it is again. The itch in his hands, the need to possess.
13.06.15 11:46 PM
Bambi: hello! this is Y/N from the club the other night
13.06.15 11:46 PM
Bambi: also that Y/N who returned your super expensive looking coin hehe ;) i hope you didn’t forget about me!
John changed her name on his phone. He changed it to something more… intimate. More sweet. 
13.06.15 11:48 PM
John : I could never.
13.06.15 11:48 PM
John : You’re hard to forget.
He remembers – no, saw – how she responded. With a smile on her face, hopeful.
13.06.15 11:49 PM
Bambi : using my words against me, i see :D 
13.06.15 11:49 PM
Bambi : good to know you’re still as slick as the last time we chatted haha
13.06.15 11:49 PM
John : Hard not to. I wanted to impress you.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : you already did.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : with all your brooding and intimidating look. just my type ;D 
John smiles to himself as he reads the message. He remembers the look on her face when she’s typing, and hasn't got a clue that the man she’s flirting with was observing her just from across her building. John wouldn’t call it invading her privacy, he calls it keeping her safe.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : anywho i asked for your number for a reason. i really do want to talk to you again. not just in chat, i mean, but also in real life :) 
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : maybe we could get to know each other more? what do you say??? meet up again, but this time planned unlike our other previous meetups?? haha
He is not a teenager to be feeling this giddy over reading messages, but she truly brings out something shameful in him.
13.06.15 11:51 PM
John : I should be the one asking you that.
13.06.15 11:51 PM
Bambi : you were taking too looonggg :( 
13.06.15 11:51 PM
Bambi : so what do ya think?
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : Of course I’ll go. I told you I’d make time for you, didn’t I?
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : I’m a man of my word.
13.06.15 11:52 PM
Bambi : ok that’s great! i was so worried you wouldn’t say yes.
John had averted his eyes from the phone that night and onto the little lady across the building. She was rolling around on her bed, still dressed in her pink, fluffy robe and her hair was still wet. She looks like a puppy that John wanted to pet; stroke her hair and tell her she’s his good girl.
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : When do you want to meet? 
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : aahhhhh let’s see
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : i have classes tomorrow morning BUTTT we can def meet up during lunch! i get out of school at like 12 and go to work at 3 :D
I know, John wanted to say. I’ve memorized your everyday schedule in the span of two days.
13.06.15 11:53 PM
John : How about I pick you up from your school, we grab lunch, and I drop you off to work?
13.06.15 11:53 PM
John : Or is it too soon? 
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : oh my god no way REALLY?
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : nooo it’s not too soon don’t worry! you def could so we have more time to talk and everything! i just hope i won’t be bothering you or anything.
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : do you have work tomorrow? you look like a 9 to 5 kinda guy :P 
God, she’s fucking adorable. 
13.06.15 11:54 PM
John : I don’t, so you don’t have to worry. I’d love to talk to you more as well.
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : ok! i cannot wait for tomorrow. i should probably sleep now tho so i wouldn’t look shitty when you see me :D 
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : here is the address of my school. [Address]
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : can’t wait to see you tomorrow, john! goodnight, see you soon! x
13.06.15 11:55 PM
John : Goodnight, sweet girl. Have a good sleep.
John hadn’t meant to type that. He felt his heart drop to his stomach, terrified that he somehow scared her away with the sudden affection. But then he saw her read his message, dropped her phone on the bed, and then rolled over again like a lap dog.
She’s too easy to tame, so gullible. John almost couldn’t believe how fast she folded, how desperate she really is. But then again, he could say the same about himself. Lonely and desperate, they were meant to be together. He likes to believe God had put them in this position because of fate, because he has a plan for every single one of us.
John’s never been the one to believe in Him, but he finds himself grasping to that very little delusion that keeps him from going insane.
*
11:55 AM, the students are already making their way out of their designated buildings. 
John is keeping his guard on high alert, eyes scanning the crowd to find her. He’s parked just across the school gate, leaning against his car as he checks the time on his wrist. He’s also holding his phone in the other, waiting for it to vibrate in case she drops a message.
He’s never felt this giddy before. Hands clammy and eyes searching frantically, excited because he’s finally getting to spend alone time with her, but also worried in fear of losing her in the crowd. John doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have the upper hand. When he doesn’t have control of the situation. When she’s not in his line of vision and could be doing god knows what without his supervision.
He checks his phone again. 11:58, where is she?
John knows at this time, she should be out and about already, waiting for a cab to her apartment. His fingers itch, hovering over the screen of his phone. He begins contemplating if he should send a message, but that would make him look demanding and clingy. He doesn’t want to leave that kind of impression on her, or otherwise he’d have no choice but to abduct her and keep her locked away if she thinks about running –
He blinks, sucking in deep breath. 
“Shit,” he whispers, looking up to the school gate again. This isn’t good. What the fuck was he even thinking? 
John tries not to think about it. Tries to convince himself that he is not as fucked up as his mind is making him out to be. He wouldn’t stoop that low, he’s not that cruel –
Are you not?
A certain someone appears in the crowd, standing outside the school gate, already spotting John and waving at him from across the road. Her face is bright, smiling wide. John never wanted to possess something so bad.
He waves back, all his dark thoughts suddenly gone, and everything is rainbows and sunshine. John watches as she crosses the road carefully, looking left and right, seeming small with the people around her. She looks like a lost puppy.
John wants to pet.
“John, hey!” she beams, running up to him to give him a hug which catches John off guard. She’s on her tiptoes just to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, and John doesn’t want to make her upset for not immediately reacting with her affection, and so he puts his arm around her waist and bends down to place his chin on her shoulder. 
He fights the urge to bury his nose in her neck, then maybe sucks a few hickeys, leaving a bite mark to show that the big, bad wolf has already marked his mate.
She’s so fucking easy to get, John thinks.
When she pulls away from the hug, John tries not to look disappointed. Her cologne lingers in his nose. “Sorry. Force of habit.”
“You don’t ever need to say sorry for that,” John says, faux stern as he places a hand on her waist subtly. She looks like she doesn’t mind, that’s a good thing.
“Okay then,” she smiles politely. “Oh, and I’m sorry if I look like a mess. Just say the words and I would totally change to more appropriate clothes before we go somewhere.”
“You look beautiful,” John says smoothly, standing up straight. Even though she looks underdressed next to John who’s wearing a three-piece suit, she is still heart-wrenchingly beautiful. In fact, John likes the contrast.
“T-thanks.”
“Should we go?”
“Sure! I’m excited,” she giggles, the sound practically dancing in his ear. “I’m hungry. Where will we eat?”
“Hm, what do you like?” he asks.
“Dunno. Burger and milkshake.”
“Sounds unhealthy.”
“The only thing I can afford, unfortunately,” she jokes, though John doesn’t answer, only opening the car door for her. “We should eat in a diner. I know a good one! Also cheap, so you won’t have to worry about the price.”
“I never worry about the price, darling,” John murmurs, but still loud enough for her to hear as she gets inside the vehicle. He swiftly walks to the driver’s seat and starts the car, glancing at his little bambi who’s observing the interior intensely. “You like it?”
“It’s so cool. I’ve never been in a car like this.”
“You’re going to have a lot of firsts when you’re with me.”
As John starts driving, the girl beside him babbles. Not that he minds, of course. He listens and nods, so obsessed with her voice that he could listen to it forever. It’s amazing how John could easily hide the fact that he was just stalking her from across her apartment the night before in the back of his mind, like it never even happened. It’s amazing how he could act like he wasn’t just thinking about kidnapping her and locking her away from the public forever.
But then again, everything about his little bambi would make anyone risk it all for her.  It’s not just John. Anyone would do the same if they were in his shoes.
“How was school?” John asks, averting his eyes from the road for a moment to look at her.
“Eh, it was alright. Classes always drain me, no wonder I’m so hungry now,” she answers politely. One of the few things John noticed about her. How she doesn’t run out of things to say, how she can get the conversation going. “How about you? You going to work after our lunch? You’re dressed up for it.”
“I took the day off today,” he replies vaguely.
“What? Why?”
“I have a date with you.”
She seems to be shocked by John’s choice of words, but she’s more concerned with the fact that John took the day off for her. “Y-yeah, but you didn’t have to do that. We could just go on a date next time.”
“The sooner, the better,” he explains, feeling another surge of something hot into his veins. She agreed that this is a date. Just how fucking gullible can she get? “Work is no problem for me. I want to get to know you more.”
“O-okay. I wanna get to know you more too.”
When John catches a glimpse of her bright smile beaming at him, his hands tighten around the wheel and he steps on the gas harder.
*
John doesn’t like how his mind isn’t making him remember about Helen.
He should be remembering her. He should feel some kind of guilt for being in a restaurant with another woman, but he doesn’t. Every single day since she died, his mind would always make him think about her. But now, it’s like John completely forgot about her existence at all.
The wedding ring on his finger is long gone. Ever since his unhealthy obsession began, he thought that wearing that while doing something so sinful felt so wrong. Helen shouldn’t have to witness all the things he had done in the name of a girl he had only met once that time.
The diner isn’t packed with people. The sizzling of the burgers grilling on the pan and the chatters seem to drown out eventually when his little bambi starts talking.
John gives her a small smile, barely there, just to show her that he’s listening, all his attention is on her.
“Time seems to pass by so fast, huh? I remember when I bumped into you the first time, I really thought I wouldn’t see you again,” she starts the conversation with a bang, but thankfully John’s prepared for this type of talk.
“So you really wanted to see me then?” he smirks slightly.
“Yeah! You’re really good looking and it’s not always I see a guy as handsome as you in my apartment complex and my school,” she says bluntly, though John could see the faint blush on her cheeks when she mentions the word ‘good looking.’ “So of course I had to take my chance when I met you again at that club! God, you were my knight in shining armor. I would’ve been crushed to death if it wasn’t for you.”
“That’s why you should always be careful on the road. You’re small, everyone could look past you if you weren’t careful enough.”
She pouts, placing her chin on her hand as she stares lovingly at John. “You’re exaggerating. I’m not small. You’re just saying that because you’re too big. And I’m always careful on the road – it was only that time that I lost balance and almost fell.”
“Then it better not happen again,” John says sharply, leaning back against the cushioned seat as he stares back at her challengingly. “But there’s no need to worry for the next time. I won’t let that happen again.”
“Next time?” she teases. “So you want to see me again next time, then?”
“Have I not made it clear with my actions and words?” John shoots back, raising another eyebrow. She likes it when he’s being stern like this. All authoritative. She might not know it yet, but her body language speaks for itself. “Do you want to see me again?”
The little bambi smiles brightly, and It hurts. It hurts John to see that smile because she’s just like the sun. But no matter how much she shines, John would do anything just to touch. Just to possess. Just to break.
“Of course! I wouldn’t have gotten your number if I didn’t, right?”
“Good.”
It’s not like she could do much anyways if she says no. Nothing will ever stop John from seeing her again, no matter how bad the procedure would be.
The food then arrives and is served on the table, and John thinks he has never felt anything like this before.
His hands have never felt this itchy before. That desperate, longing feeling to just possess the very thing that’s placed right in front of you. Everything about her is just so captivating, staring up at John like he’s the one who hung the moon, so full of adoration and hope.
Seems like John isn’t the only desperate one between the two of them. He could see it in her eyes. She’s practically begging him to take care of her.
And really, he can’t blame her.
An absent mother and an alcoholic father. No wonder she’s seeking attention from a man like John. A man old enough to be her father – if not older than her own father. John would be more than willing to fulfill the role her father failed to be when she was young. He’d do anything to protect her, morals be damned.
She looks too good to be true sitting right in front of him and he didn’t think watching someone devour a burger twice as big as her face would be so endearing. The way she licks her lips, the way her eyes sparkle every time John would pay attention to the little things she’d absentmindedly insert in her stories. No one must’ve given her this kind of attention before. No one but John.
“Oh, before I forget!” She places a hand on John’s arm that’s perched on the table. A mere innocent touch, yet he can’t help but feel a little giddy on the inside. “We’ve been talking for like, an hour now, and I still haven’t asked what your job is. I’ve been really curious ever since you told me you took a day off just for this. Are you like the boss or something?”
Ah. Of course.
A question like this is inevitable, thank god John came prepared. 
“No,” he simply says. “I’m a book binder. I collect and restore books as both a hobby and job.”
“Wow,” she nods her head, now interested as she leans forward and closer to him. She smells so sweet, John feels like he’s snorting sugar. “I didn’t think book binding could earn you so much money. Considering you’re dressed pretty… comfortably. And you have a nice car.”
“It pays enough,” John replies. Sooner or later she’d find out what he really does for a living, and no doubt she’d be scared. John already has a plan of action for when that would happen, but for now, he’ll try to keep it a secret as long as he can. “Pays enough to let me spoil you in the future. In fact, I think I might just start spoiling you now.”
“You say that to every woman you meet?” She quirks an eyebrow, teasing. 
“Just for you. You’re special.”
John sees the way she immediately turns shy and nervous from the statement. It must’ve felt overwhelming, having someone so much older and with more experience to hit on her like that. But John would say it brings a whole different feeling in him, like ego-lifting of some sort, knowing he just might be the only man that treated her right in her life.
Does killing one of her guy friends and storing him in his basement means treating her right? Does stalking her and watching her sleep from across the building is a way to treat her right? Different story to be told for another day.
“I believe you,” she says, smiling. 
Of course you do.
John diverts her attention from him. “You’re a veterinary student and also part time in a veterinary clinic. What made you want to pursue it?”
“Uh, let’s see. I don’t really have like, a very logical reason for it. I just really love animals and I want them to be part of my job as well,” she shrugs. “As for the part time thing, one of my older friends works there and got me in to gain some experience. I don’t really do much, I help with the paperworks and watch how they do stuff around there.��
I know.
“Your unconditional love for animals is logical enough.”
“I know right. Best job in the world, I might add. I get to pet all kinds of different animals everyday, and mind you I’m not even a real doctor yet,” she giggles, then tilts her head in curiosity. “Do you have a pet, John?”
“I do. I have a dog,” he answers, taking a sip of his own milkshake. It’s sweet, it’s something he’s not used to, but it reminds him of her. “Unfortunately, I haven’t named her yet.”
She frowns. “Why not?”
“I don’t know how to. I’m not good with names,” John shrugs. This conversation with her alone just might be the longest conversation he’s ever shared with someone ever since Helen died. And even with his late wife, he wasn’t as talkative as this. “Maybe you could name her. She’s a large pitbull but surprisingly very gentle for her size.”
“Oh my god, John, I have to meet her!” She beams. “Maybe on our next date, don’t you think? Let’s bring her with us to the park, have a little picnic there or something.”
Next date.
She wants to go on another date with him and she is making this a lot easier for John.
His lips stretch into a rare smile, fingers twitching subtly around the glass as he stares right into her eyes. There’s no hidden intention behind them, just pure adoration with a twinge of hope. Probably hopes that John wants the same thing as her, but he wouldn’t let her know that she is in for a lot more than she bargained for.
“I can’t wait for our next one.”
*
John could still remember the little things that made him feel human. 
Back in the Marines, when he first killed somebody, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt and self-hating that he couldn’t sleep for a week. He’d have nightmares of it; of holding his gun up to somebody’s head and blowing it up with just one single movement. The residue of the flesh splattered all over his face, some of them even went to his mouth. His hands shaked but he didn’t let his crew see it. In their eyes, that wasn’t the first time he had done it.
When he was recruited by Viggo and his little minions, the guilt of killing people was still there, but barely. He used to wish he didn’t feel any guilt or remorse at all every time he pulled a trigger, but looking back at it now, he wishes he could just take it all back. It was only guilt that he felt most of his life, but it made John human.
Now, he doesn’t feel very human as he stands in the middle of an abattoir holding a machete with pints of blood pooling at his shoes.
Back then, he used to kill. Point, shoot, leave. A very short routine he told himself to stick with unless he wanted to get in trouble. But now, he is not only just killing. John is fucking slaughtering people.
His eyes land on the dead body hanging from the meat hook. Naked, gutted alive just a few moments ago. His stomach is sliced open with his own intestines wrapped around his neck, and it fucking stinks.
The raw stench of human blood mixing with the already reeking smell of the slaughtered pigs hanging just besides the one John had slaughtered himself. 
Really, John should feel even just a little amount of remorse or disgust. His client didn’t particularly gave him a specific order on how to fucking kill the target, John did it himself. He didn’t know what the fuck was he thinking when he was doing the wet work, all he knows is that he’s getting worse each day that passes.
The killing part took some time considering the man certainly put up a fight. He was smuggling drugs inside the pigs he was slaughtering. It works on people too, though it’s too risky. Dying with balloons of cocaine up your throat or ass isn’t exactly the way you’d want to die, nor the kind of state you want your body to be in.
John really didn’t mean to go this far, but all the pent up anger and frustration led him to do something so ugly. He feels like a ticking bomb. Every second a little part of humanity just starts fading away, who knows what would happen if all of it were gone. 
This is his first kill since his date with his bambi. That was five days ago. John decided to take another job while he’s waiting for her next decision. He doesn’t want to look clingy and creepy by constantly texting her every chance he gets, so he lets her do it in her own phase. Though, waiting for her texts sure did take a lot of rampant rage on John’s side. Lots of broken furniture and a creepy amount of hours watching her sleep from across the building. 
Just because John is letting her do her own thing for the meantime, doesn’t mean he gets to take his eyes off of her. It’s for the best. 
Their last conversation was yesterday. It was a pretty long conversation, but not long enough for John’s satisfaction. She left it off by saying she’s going to be busy studying for her test and cleaning her apartment, which John didn’t have the time to check if she was telling the truth since he was busy himself.
John is dying to see her again but he knows he’s gonna have to wait it out in the Continental. Or maybe if he’s feeling a little bit insane, he’d ditch having to rest and spend his time sitting on a dusty chair in the same dusty room he’s been staying in for awhile; the building across from her apartment. But until then he’ll have to see where time will take him.
His phone ringing in his jacket is what snaps him from his thoughts. Bringing a bloodied hand to get it, he almost couldn’t press the screen by the slippery liquid covering his fingers. John presses the phone to his ear, waiting for the person to speak.
“Hey, boss. How’s Russia treating you so far? Hopefully not great ‘cause I’ve got some news that will cheer you up.” The deep voice of Alex echoes in the abattoir. It must’ve slipped John’s mind that he had sent Alex again to tail her again while he’s out overseas.
He furrows his brows, curious. “How is she?”
“Hm, let’s see here. Your little pet has been up and about all day with her little friends after they’ve finally noticed the disappearance of that little shit we took care of a while back – speaking of which, how is he by the way?”
“Rotting. Dissolving in my basement,” John replies, hands tightening around the handle of the machete. So this is what she’s been doing and the reason why she hasn’t messaged him all day. “I say the fucker got what he deserved. He’s a creep who preys on women to rape, I’m just thankful we got him out of the way before he got to her.”
“Yeah, well. She doesn’t know that and I doubt she’d even stop looking for her creepy friend unless they’ve found him. What do you want me to do?”
“Give it a day or two. Wait for me to get back and I’ll take it from there.”
“Anything else?” John hears loud chattering in the background, he furrows his brows.
“Yeah. Where are you right now?”
“Uhh, keeping her in my sight like you told me to?” Alex sounds particularly sassy. John doesn’t know if he should be pleased or not. “She’s at a restaurant. I think she’s having a meeting with her other friends or something – she looks upset.”
“Upset because of her missing friend, I assume.”
“Probably. Have you talked to her at all today, boss? Pretty sure I have not yet seen her pick up her phone all day.”
“No,” John simply says. “But she will. I’m sure of it.”
“I see you’ve finally gotten her dependent on you now.”
“Not enough, apparently, since she’s gone a full day without talking to me.”
“Well, you’re definitely getting there,” Alex says under his breath. “I’m going now, boss. They’re leaving to god knows where.”
John doesn’t say anything else, only ending the call and pocketing back his phone. He looks around the area, the coppery smell of blood is stronger than before. He is the reason why it stinks in here, the reason why there’s so much blood and brutality. The body that hangs right in front of him is lifelessly staring with dead, cold eyes. John resists the urge to shove a balloon of fucking cocaine into his stomach, the same thing he’s been doing with these pigs, brutalize him more if that’s even possible, but he knows it wouldn’t help his already worsening mentality.
The thought of someone seeing this body and thinking about how fucked up the person who did this doesn’t concern him as much as it should. 
Instead, John turns his heels and walks away from the scene. 
*
Unsurprisingly, getting her to depend on John isn’t the hardest task to do.
It just might be the easiest.
The moment John arrives at the Continental, he takes his time to message his bambi. It’s only reasonable, he wouldn’t come out as a clingy creep since it’s been a full day since his last message, he has every right to know what and how she’s doing despite already getting enough pictures and updates from Alex.
He asks her how she’s been, waits for approximately ten minutes before he finally gets a reply. In those ten minutes, John takes his time scrolling through the pictures Alex had sent him. Pictures of her bundled up in large, colorful sweaters and wearing a frown on her pretty face. She looks rough, but she makes looking rough look good.
Bambi : hi, john :(( sorry i didn’t text you all day. was busy with something 
John : That’s alright, I understand. I’m just glad you replied. Did something come up? Was it about school?
Bambi : kind of. my friend from school is missing and we don’t know where he is. we’re worried because he hasn’t answered any of our calls for a week and his apartment is practically empty.
Reading that almost makes him resist an urge to sickly smile to himself. His fingers hover the screen, careful of what his next words might be. 
John : I’m sorry to hear that. Have you gotten any updates from the police? What did they say?
Bambi : nothing yet unfortunately. no one saw him the night he went missing :( 
John : I’m sure you’ll find him soon enough. I hope nothing extremely bad happened to your friend.
He sounds… manipulating. There aren’t any more words that could describe what John is doing to her. He doesn’t even know if he can still make up excuses to tell himself that everything is completely fine and normal.
The girl that he likes is currently sharing about the horrifying tragedy her ‘friend’ is facing, the horrifying tragedy being John’s fault, and he’s fucking lying about it. And what truly terrifies him the most is not about the fact that he’s manipulating her, he’s terrified because it feels normal and just… fine.
Normal, normal, normal–
Can John really win her over by going this path? If not, would it really matter?
He will still have the upper hand if this doesn’t end well. But then again, there’s a very small chance that it wouldn’t – if not none at all. John just needs to play his cards well and there wouldn’t be a problem. 
Bambi : thank you john. really hope that too. it doesn’t feel the same without him
John’s jaw ticks.
What do you mean it doesn’t feel the same without that fucker? I killed him for you! He was a creep who only wanted to fuck you and take you away from me and–
A dangerous feeling suddenly surge into his veins that he wants to put back together all the pieces of that fucker just to destroy it in his hands once again.
Maybe mutilating him and dissolving him in pure acid just isn’t enough. Maybe he deserved more. Maybe John should’ve took his fucking time torturing that little shit instead of killing him instantly.
John : And how are you? I hope you’re not too worried about this matter that you start to forget about taking care of yourself.
Bambi : i’m doing fine, but a bit sad bc of it. i also miss you and i wish u’re here so i wouldn’t be too sad
And just like that, it’s like all his resentment and rage just one minute prior vanished in a snap of a finger. A small smile makes its way to his face and a surge of ego soars into his chest. She has no idea she’s got a dangerous assassin wrapped around her finger and the consequences it’d bring her.
Bambi : are u still overseas? when will you be back?
John : Tomorrow, hopefully.
John : And I miss you too, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I finish work.
Bambi : can’t wait to see you. do u want me to pick u up at the airport? :D
John : Thank you, baby, but that won’t be necessary. I don’t want to keep you busy when you already have too much in your hands.
Bambi : mkay. but call me or text me when u arrive, ok?
John : Of course.
*
John is not stupid.
If he ever noticed a man following his every step, he didn’t once care or say a word.
It’s one of Winston’s men, obviously, following him around throughout his business in Russia up to boarding the same plane as him back to New York. Considering John had managed to catch on pretty quickly at the fact that Winston sent someone to trail him, this poor guy is not doing a particularly good job.
At first, John thought about taking care of the guy himself and bringing Winston a souvenir of his dog’s fingers or even one of his eyeballs, but decided that he is not that cruel.
He could be, but knowing he holds all the power over several people under The Table makes John wants to play the game a little longer and just fucking shiver in excitement.
Obviously Winston had noticed that John is up to no good. Not that it’s any of his business, he’s more likely just scared for his own life. He’s probably thinking it was a bad idea to bring John back into the game now that he’s living up to the horrors of his reputation and giving people exactly what they wanted.
When John first returned to the field, it was only to avenge his late wife and nothing more. But now that a bigger monster has grown within him over the course of his stay, he’s now also looking for the fuel to his fire.
And boy did he find it.
The fuel being in the form of a young woman who’s unaware of how much power she has over John. It’s only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. 
*
10:56 PM.
“Hello.”
“Hello? John?”
“It’s me, darling. How are you?”
“Doing fine. Studying for my exam and all. Why are you calling at this hour, though?”
“Just wanted to let you know that I just arrived back in New York and see how you’re doing.”
“Oh, John, it’s so late. I was thinking earlier that you would arrive tomorrow morning or afternoon, you didn’t tell me you boarded a flight.”
“I wanted to be back as soon as possible and wanted to surprise you, but my flight got delayed so I only just arrived now.”
A soft laugh rings in his ear.
“You’re so cheeky. We can just meet up tomorrow if you’d like, go on a picnic at a park or something. I really, really wanna meet your dog.”
John hears a sigh, then the sound of paper rustling in the background. He counts – one, two, three – here it comes.
“I miss you, John.”
He pushes the curtain aside with two fingers, peering his eyes in the small opening as he watches the figure at the other side of the building. She’s sitting on her study desk in front of a laptop, freshly showered and wearing specs that John can’t help his heart to ache.
It’s been so long.
“I miss you too, sweetheart. Couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was away.”
“That’s very sweet. I hope you brought souvenirs for me, though, or otherwise I will be very sad.”
“How can I forget? I bought everything that reminded me of you when I was there.”
“Now you’re just spoiling me.” Another laugh, then John sees her getting up from the chair and laying on the bed. “I’m happy that I’d get to see you again tomorrow, John. Everything that’s been happening is just so… I don’t know. Stressful, I guess. From my friend missing and school work, I don’t even know where to start. I just wanna be with you again.”
The mention of her friend Jay ticks him the wrong way, but he can’t also help but notice the longing and desperation laced in her voice as she said the last part. John knows it wouldn’t be too hard for her to be dependent on him, he just didn’t expect it to be this easy. They’ve only met once in real life, but their constant texting and calling through the phone makes it up for it. 
“Don’t let yourself worry too much on matters that don’t concern you.”
Silence, then John watches her bite her nail anxiously. “What do you mean by that, John?”
He doesn’t particularly like the way his name just rolls off her tongue like that – like she’s his age, the same way Helen used to call him. He doesn’t want to be reminded of Helen when he’s with his little bambi, it just makes him feel even shittier with the situation. It sorta reminds John how much he truly changed when he lost Helen.
“Don’t worry about your friend too much. I know it’s hard that he’s missing, but don’t put him first before your own well being,” John advises, manipulation just dripping off his tongue like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He doubts she would notice, though. “I’m sure the police got it covered by now. I’m more worried about you.”
John could still see her expression through the window despite being far away. She’s thinking about it, letting herself get swayed by his lies and persuasion. She’s too easy, she just doesn’t know it herself, but John does. And he’s going to take advantage of it as much as he can. 
He counts again – one, two, three – and she’s dropping her hand to the bed and sighing softly. There she is.
“Okay. You’re probably right, I worry too much.”
John doesn’t reply but gives a silent hum that indicates he’s agreeing. He sees her taking off her glasses and putting it on the bedside table, suddenly the itch in his hands is back.
There’s a voice nagging at the back of his head and asking him just what the fuck is he doing, that he should stop this madness before it gets out of hand, but would that really make a difference? Even if John did stop, he’d still continue to live with the fact that he was a monster who stalked a young woman out of sheer obsession. He’d already got her dependent on him, he’d already laid out the plan on how this would turn out, why is he suddenly questioning now?
He had done stuff that was worse than manipulating. He didn’t feel a single drop of empathy when he was slaughtering people and shooting them in the head, but why does he feel guilty manipulating her?
“John? Did you already fall asleep on me?”
Soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts, then it’s followed by a soft giggle. John feels butterflies exploding in his stomach. 
“Sorry. I was just–”
“It’s okay, John, you can sleep. You’ve probably had a long day since you’ve been on a flight and everything. I’m going to sleep now too, we have a date tomorrow, remember? Don’t forget.” The faux strictness in her voice makes him smile, then he sees her smiling just as big through the window; giddy and excited. “Goodnight, John. It’s really nice talking to you again. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hangs up first, smiling to herself before putting the phone back to her nightstand. She settles on the bed comfortably, tucking herself into her blanket, unaware of the fact that there’s a monster lurking on the other building, watching her every move like a hawk.
He catches a glimpse of himself in the old mirror on the dusty wall, dressed in black and predatory, reminiscent of the devil himself. 
Might as well live up to the name.
*
John is aware of how dead he looks in people’s eyes. He barely smiles, he’s always dressed in black, and he always has trouble showing emotions through his face. He makes sure that he gives off that aura that shows how much he dislikes everyone in the fucking room. How much he just wants to pull out his gun and shoot every single one of them in the head.
John despises the way they look at him. Like they pity him for losing his wife, for getting dragged back to the life he had already left. Though, he can’t really blame them, really. He used to pity himself too, even now for letting himself get even worse, but he wouldn’t really call it pity. He doesn’t know what it is, but it’s not pity.
The next day is interesting, to say the least.
He couldn’t get a minute of sleep the night before, the image of her sleeping so peacefully without a worry in the world bored into his mind. It’s extremely fascinating to him just how careless and… dumb she is. Dumb in a way that it’s benifiting John – the both of them, actually – and not in an offensive kind of way.
It was around two in the morning when he returned back to the hotel, managed to sleep for an hour or two before ripping off the blankets and had a drink the first thing in the morning. John didn’t bother taking a nap after that, just walking around the room making sure all is well and everything will be according to plan.
At 8 AM, she texted John a good morning and said it would be better for their date to be at 4 PM. John then replied that it was perfect, though he doubts he can wait that long.
12 PM, for a man as calm and collected as John, he sure as hell can’t fucking sit still in one place.
He’s paranoid. No amount of texts from his bambi is enough to keep him calm. The time is ticking too slowly for his liking and he has no other things to do in his free time. Except be paranoid.
John grabs his coat, kisses his dog goodbye and decides to stop by a grocery store to prepare for their date. He should at least make them both a sandwich and buy drinks, knowing that the little gesture would be enough to put a smile on her face.
1 PM, John comes back with shit ton of paper bags in his arms. He’s doing too much, he knows it, but too much is still better than not enough.
John goes to the kitchen to prepare. The orphanage taught him how to cook – well, not really. John taught himself how to cook, because if he’s not going to cook for himself and half of the kids back in Ruska, they’d all be dead with no survival instincts to save them from starvation. Being an assassin who could withstand any form of torture all while not knowing how to cook would be the greatest joke of the century. John’s not the one to be laughed out.
2 PM, everything is settled and in place, his little bambi texts him to let him know that she’s getting ready and cannot wait for their date. John then takes his time to get ready too.
3 PM, John is dressed in a nice white t-shirt with a brown leather jacket on top. He looks civilised, no one would know a damn thing that he’s one of the most feared men in the underworld who slaughters people for a living.
His dog is quiet in the corner, chewing on her bone toy until John puts a collar and leash around her neck. Her eyes perks up in excitement, already knowing they would go outside to play. John always takes his time making sure she gets to socialize with other dogs, whether it’s in a park or just down the street.
“You’re excited, baby?” John murmurs, petting her ears softly as he kneels down to her position. “You’re gonna meet someone special. Want you to be nice to her, alright? She’s gonna be your mom.”
John hauls everything into his car in a matter of minutes. The picnic basket, the blanket, his gifts for his little one that he got from Russia, also including his dog. She’s behaved yet excited as she peeks in the mirror watching her owner work.
He slides into the driver’s seat and locks his seatbelt, starting up the car and driving away from the hotel. Earlier, John had seen a couple of his co-workers loading up his trunk dressed like he’s going on a date – because he is – no doubt they’re snitching and would tell Winston. He couldn’t care less.
He arrives outside her apartment after thirty minutes, parking his car right by the entrance. He can’t help but grimace as he looks around the place. He remembers meeting her here, the day after he killed that good-for-nothing junkie. He wonders if she ever got the news, how she reacted when someone got killed the same day John was visiting her area.
It won’t be long before she wouldn’t be living in this area no more. It’s too dangerous, filled with a bunch of goons who get themselves tangled up in petty gang wars. John knows a gangster when he sees one, and it looks like every single man who lives in these crowded apartments are either pushers or gangsters with no sense of direction in life.
She doesn’t belong here. She should be in John’s house, locked up and isolated where she’s safe under his supervision. He would treat her like a princess, give her the things she deserve.
John gets out of the car, pulls out his phone and sends her a message to let her know he’s outside her building. He leans against the car as he waits.
A minute passes and a very happy bambi appears in the elevator, dressed in a pretty sundress and a white tote bag with a text John can’t see. She’s beaming up at him as she exits the building, and John hasn’t got the time to react before she’s lunging herself forward and going on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck.
“Whoa easy,” John murmurs, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist for support, placing his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent; it’s sweet, not a surprise. “You miss me that much?”
“So much, you don’t even wanna know,” she murmurs in his chest, not quite reaching his neck despite being on her tiptoes. “I hope you miss me just as much.”
John pulls away, gives her a look as he places her large hands on her hips. “I might’ve missed you more than you missed me.”
She giggles, John could see her eyes through the heart-shaped sunglasses she’s wearing. It’s cute. “That’s not possible, I will fight you for it.”
“Hm,” John hums, eyes wandering down her lips to her dress. It stops just above her knees, John has to mentally prepare himself for the worst. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she says sheepishly. “You like it? I think it’s the perfect picnic outfit.”
“I love it,” John clarifies. “Looks perfect on you.”
“You look gorgeous yourself,” she giggles, eyeing John up and down teasingly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He isn’t so sure how to react to that, hopefully his dick wouldn’t take the liberty to rise from the dead at this moment. “This is the first time I’ve seen you not wearing any suits. Domestic looks good on you.”
“What can I say, I’m a changed man.” John means both good and bad. “And before we go, I want to introduce you to someone.”
Before she gets a chance to ask, John slides out of the way from his position of covering the car window and reveals a very happy pitbull waiting to be introduced to her mother.
Her smile is wide when she spots John’s pet excitedly wagging her tail inside the car. “Oh my god, she is beautiful! John, open the door, hurry, hurry, hurry–”
“Okay, okay–”
The moment John pulls the door open, the dog comes rushing out to jump and starts licking her face.
“Oh, lookie here, baby! You’re such a cutie! What’s your name, hm? Don’t got a name yet? Your dad can’t think of a name to give ya’?” 
Her giggles are like music to his ears.
The sound of paws pattering on the concrete and her high pitched voice talking to the dog fills the empty street in a matter of seconds. When she isn’t looking, John begins looking around the area, his eyes landing on the apartment building where he preys at some nights. 
There’s a person at the front desk, staring at him like he knows something, and like a switch that goes off in his brain, John recognizes this man as the same one who bumped into him a few nights ago in the hallway in front of the abandoned room where he’s staying.
They meet eyes, John flashes him a knowing look, then the man immediately looks away.
John’s jaw ticks. He’s gonna have to deal with that later.
He turns his attention back to where it’s most needed. She’s still playing with the dog, crouching beside the car while the puppy just drowns in her affection. John really hates to break the moment.
“Shall we get going?” He interjects, voice deeper than usual, still feeling a little on the edge from that man by the front desk earlier.
“Sure. She gonna be in the backseat?”
“You bet.”
John opens the door for the both of them and lets her help the puppy get inside. Before he slams the door close, he makes sure to take another look at the apartment, seeing the man already staring back at him.
Yeah. He’s really gonna have to deal with that later.
*
They arrive at the park around 4:25 and John is the one to set up their spot while she and the puppy play in the empty field. It’s empty, totally empty, and John couldn’t be more thankful than that since he really doesn’t want to be around other people besides her. She’s the only one that matters.
John notices that she brought her own dog toys, probably the ones she keeps to herself since she does work in a vet clinic after all. The sight of her happily running around the grass with his dog is enough to bring him to his knees, he is only but a man.
John calls her to eat and the two of them come running towards him and plops down on the soft blanket next to the basket full of fruits.
“Had fun?” John speaks, sitting beside her on the ground as he watches her get a plate of pasta for the two of them. She insists she gets to plate their food, John lets her.
“Very. Didn’t know she’s quite energetic, luckily for her I can match her energy extremely well.”
“It comes with being young, I guess. Can’t really relate,” he jokes, receiving the plate full of pasta she gives him while she snickers at the statement.
“Come on, John. You’re still fit despite being old.” John watches her take a bite of the food. He’s not subtle, he’s straight up staring at her lips as she wraps her mouth around the fork, savoring the flavor with closed eyes. “Hm, this is delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“By myself,” he shrugs, taking a bite of his food to keep him from taking a bite of her instead. “I’m surprised you aren’t creeped out.”
“With what?”
“With my age,” John makes it clear. “You’re young with a bright future ahead of you–”
“Yet here I am having a date with an old man?” she interjects, wiggles her eyebrows, teasing clearly with the way she emphasizes the last part. “I can’t believe you thought I’m gonna get creeped out. You’re a grown man with a stable job and not to mention very hot, I find that very sexy.”
“You think I’m sexy?” he raises a brow.
“Yes, I think you’re very sexy. I haven’t once encountered a guy my age who has the same status as you,” she sets down the plate on her lap for a moment. “You know, experienced and mature.”
“I see,” John nods. It’s very clear that she’s always found the people who contrast her so well attractive. She wants a savior that would save her from everything, luckily John fits in the description quite too well. 
They delve in a normal conversation after that. John makes sure to steer away all questions regarding him and his life, a way to learn more about her other than the pictures and videos and information he’d been sent by Alex.
John already knows a lot about her, it wouldn’t hurt to learn a little more.
Ten minutes go by, a bottle of wine has been pulled out of the basket and she’s spilling her whole life to John in a matter of moments. From lttle memories from childhood to how she moved from her hometown to New York to get away from her father. How when she was younger, she begged her toys to talk to her and she wouldn’t tell anyone. How their family pet back in the days impacted the choices she made to choose her career path – to become a veterinarian.
John listens. He’s always been good at listening instead of talking, so he listens. 
5 PM, the two of them play with the dog and she decides to name her “Blue.”
“Is it because she has blue eyes?” John asks.
“Yeah. Not really original, I know, but it fits her.”
“Blue is perfect.”
It’s already 6 PM when they decide to head home. She’s still talking the moment they’re in the car and John is still listening. There’s something about her voice that just… pulls him in. It’s so sweet and soft.
When they arrive outside her apartment complex, it’s dead silent. 
“I really enjoyed our date today, John,” she smiles when he opens the door for her, now standing in front of him and looking up to meet his eyes. “The pasta was delicious. I hope I get to eat more of them in the future – and oh, I really, really enjoyed playing with Blue! I’m so thankful that you let me name her even though it wasn’t really special–”
“Hush,” John jokingly interrupts. “The night might be over, but I can assure you that I will see you soon again.”
“How soon would that be again?”
“Eager to see me already?”
“Maybe.”
“You know I always make time for you, sweetheart,” John croons, placing a large hand on her chin and staring deeply into her eyes. “Is it too early for me to kiss you?”
She laughs, then wraps her arms around his waist to pull him in closer. John looks at her and falls in love for what to be a millionth time today. She never fails to take his breath away. “Not too early, I promise you. You should’ve done that sooner.”
“Well, I’m gonna do it now.”
Before she can add another word, John leans down to smash his lips against hers, his large hand finding its way on the small of her back to deepen the kiss that she can’t help but whimper into his mouth.
Fuck.
Her lips are so, so soft. John can still taste the lingering sweetness of the wine from earlier and being so close to her that her scent is shutting off his entire brain. If he won’t stop, he might just end up fucking her on the hood of his car until she can’t walk straight.
Their lips move in tandem and she’s following his head like she always does. Her small hands are gripping his leather jacket for support, so pliant and vulnerable, already trusting him enough to kiss him on their second date. 
This is a sudden shift in his universe, John knows he’s already won.
He’s the first to pull away and their lips are wet and connected with saliva. She’s flushed and out of breath like expected, John wants nothing more but to break her and make her his.
Oh wait, she already is.
“How was that?” John asks, voice deep.
“I wanna do it again.”
He chuckles, rubbing his thumb on her cheeks while she’s busy avoiding his eyes. “Let’s save it for next time.”
He’s gonna control himself.
“That next time better come by fast,” she threatens jokingly. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Don’t talk like you’re not gonna see me for days, baby,” John whispers. “You know I won’t let you go that easily. You’re mine now.”
He doesn’t miss the way her pupils dilated and the way the clutch she has on his leather jackets becomes tighter. She’s already fallen deep into his trap, John wants to push his claws in even deeper.
“Say it again,” she mutters, leaning in against his warm large hand as she closes her eyes. “Say it again. Please.”
John smiles when she isn’t looking. He really won.
“You’re mine.”
*
That same night, 4 AM, John is back in his work clothes and arranging something in a dark room.
The stench of metallic blood hitting his nose, and he stands in the middle of the room to inhale that scent – god, does he truly miss it.
The sight of a man in front of him wakes something dangerous within John’s veins. Hands tied up behind the chair, head dropped forward, lifeless and cold. His lower stomach is open, guts hanging off the floor as the other half is used to gag him in the mouth. His eyes are missing, John took the liberty to take them out for staring at him too much, and he couldn’t be any more relieved when he did.
“What do you know?” John had asked as soon as the man woke up from his head concussion.
“Y-You!” The man had yelled, John didn’t bother finding out his name. “You fucking creep –”
John’s hands twitched beside him. He remained silent.
The man went on a rant about how he’d seen John around lurking outside the apartment complex and using the abandoned room on the fifth floor and that’s all John needed to know.
He didn’t need another pair of eyes to tell him what’s right and wrong. Winston is already enough.
The next morning, John receives a text from none other than his bambi. A picture of numerous police cars outside her apartment and an ambulance, and another picture of a dead body covered in white blanket getting pulled out of the building.
Bambi : there was an accident that happened near me, john :(( 
Bambi : the police said somebody was killed and i’m scared
Bambi : they said he was gutted alive 
John is smiling to himself when he types his response.
John : What kind of a sick person would do something like that?
He is not a sick person. He’s just in love.
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GUARDIAN ANGEL | wc: 5k~
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GUARDIAN ANGEL!HOBIE BROWN X GN!READER
₊˚⌗ hobie was never supposed to get involved with you, yet you and him became irrevocably tied to one another.
⤷ cw : general yandere themes, soft yandere!hobie, near death experiences, marking (not in the way you guys probably think), jealousy, possessive behavior if you squint, implied power dynamics, pet names (love, sweetheart), horribly written british accent, utterly smitten hobie, softie!reader, reader is smaller than hobie, but angels are big compared to humans so that's why (he’s like 6’5+ and he wears platforms), EVERYTHING ABOUT ANGELS IN THIS FIC IS ENTIRELY MADE UP.
notes : please bear in mind that i don't have a full grasp on hobie yet, so he is probably definitely a bit ooc; i did try my best though!! i’m also planning to put this on ao3 at some point, so if you see it pop up there it’s not plagiarized, it’s just me ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა
♫₊˚.🎧 now playing . . . fool for you by noita
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it was never supposed to turn out like this. you and him were never supposed to happen.
you were only supposed to be 'just another human' to hobie like the rest of everyone else. he wasn't supposed to get involved or contact you directly; he wasn't supposed to get attached. you weren't supposed to get attached to him either. but you did, and he did too. so much that he’s entirely fucked. there’s no coming back from this for you or him.
it's not like this is any of hobie’s fault though, not when he’s known to not follow the rules and definitely not when you're the most precious human he has ever had the pleasure of being the guardian angel of.
he will admit that at first it was boring to watch you, but then it was fun. 
you aren’t anything incredibly special. just a broke college student with very few friends who likes to stay home more than you like to go out. but following you around and laughing his ass off about all of the stupid little things you did when you thought nobody was watching, like talk to yourself or narrate your actions, hobie really enjoyed that. he got a nice kick out of whenever someone would catch you doing one of those things and you’d get all flustered, shy, and painfully awkward.
you're undeniably adorable, and so refreshing. it's nice being your guardian angel in comparison to being one for some grubby old bastard whose morality borders far past what's considered to be good. hobie hates those people, pigs they are, all of them. you aren’t anything like them. you're boring, yeah, but hobie still likes you better than any other human. 
he sometimes pretended that you were talking to him whenever you spoke to yourself out loud, even though that couldn't have been possible. he would smirk and respond to you still with his dry humor and witty remarks because it was fun and it gave him a delightful little buzz. 
he didn't know how, or when, it happened, but hobie then found himself melting whenever he was around you, and more, he didn't mind it.
hobie used to hate angels that fell for humans because they’re such fragile beings; you have to be careful with them, all gentle and soft—it's why they need guardian angel, otherwise, they would die out faster than any other species earth has ever known. and angels, despite what people may think, aren't gentle lovers. they're aggressive and intense by nature due to their power and status as "higher beings." humans are too weak to handle an angel's love; it would be too overwhelming for them to handle, so falling for one is pointless, and hobie always thought that the angels who did were stupid. but he gets it now.
he shouldn’t though.
guardian angels have very specific and strict rules that have to be followed meticulously for both the safety of humans and angels. of course, hobie has broken more than a few of these rules before and he’s also gotten plenty of lectures from miguel about it too—enough for hobie to have actually considered flying under the lunatics' radar by doing his job correctly, but hobie... he doesn't like to be pushed around and forced into a role. especially one as heavy as guardian angel. that's just not him, so he does what he wants.
but still, hobie has never seriously messed up before. he's only had a few slip ups here and there that aren't too reprimandable in comparison to other things. he's tried to be somewhat serious about his job, follow all the important rules and all that. that is until he fell for you.
hobie has broken many of the important rules for you, and the first one was even falling for you in the first place. you made him break that one so easily, almost too easy. the next rule hobie broke for you was communicating with you directly, revealing himself and really getting involved with you. but to be fair, that also wasn't his fault. he didn't have the intention of letting you see him that night, let alone talking to you; it just happened.
your friend gwen told you about guardian angels and how it was possible for you to manifest using the help of yours, and you were awfully excited about finding out if that was true or not. you asked him for a sign that he was there, that he was willing to help you. one thing led to another and suddenly you were nestled deeply into the corner of the wall on your bed, wide eyed and shivering as you stared at him standing across the room.
perhaps it was your over eagerness mixed with his half-developed love for you at the time that made him stupidly decide to give you a sign that he was real in the form of literally showing you that he was real, he doesn't know. either way he did show you himself, and it had shocked you, really (an understatement). it took many hours of him consoling you to get you to understand that he's not some psycho who broke into your home somehow, but your actual, real guardian angel, in the flesh.
you were practically all over him after that, asking him all sorts of questions and touching him just to see if that was even possible for you to do—and to know what it would feel like too. not that he minded anyway. hobie decided then that it was much better having you actually talk to him than it was pretending that you were. and your touch was so soft that hobie had actually faltered a little bit when you reached for his cheek, pressing your palm against his skin and keeping it there for as long as he would let you. 
of all the places you could have touched him, of course you would choose an area that felt so unreasonably intimate, shaking him to his core. luckily you were far too enamored with the idea that he was a real angel for you to notice how much you’d set him off, how much you affect him.
after that he couldn't stay away from you. before he might have had a chance to snap himself out of his little love-sick puppy stupor, but having you aware of him, talking to him, touching him—it was all exhilarating; he loved it. and it would truly be unfair for anyone to expect him to pull away from you and never let anything like that happen again. that was never an option for hobie, so he just didn't. he won’t ever deny himself the pleasure of you.
the last, most recent rule that hobie broke for you, and the one that happens to be the most important of all, was interfering with your life. going against "fate," as miguel calls it. hobie always thought that it was bullshit since a guardian angels' job is to protect, but apparently, they aren’t allowed to prevent their assigned human's death, or cure their illnesses, or anything like that, even though they had the power to. he didn't understand it, but still, he never got attached enough to feel the need to go against that rule until he fell in love with you.
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he indulged himself little by little with you. first by allowing himself to enjoy being your guardian angel, then by falling in love with you and involving himself physically with you. and then he started allowing himself to steal your attention from anyone or anything other than him on days he felt oddly needy.
that term isn't something anyone who knew hobie would use to describe him, not even he would use it to describe himself, but with you he's always acted a little bit different. he came to accept it, told himself that it was the "y/n effect" and left it at that. being needy with you was something that hobie didn't really mind all that much; he embraced it, really. 
hobie can at least get away with a little bit of harmless interference this way, by stealing your attention for himself. he didn't mind receiving another long, boring lecture about how he can’t keep breaking rules if it meant he got to spend his day with you holed up in your little apartment, just the two of you. you and him and nobody else.
he'd show up out of nowhere when you least expected him to, always, and tug on your arm, pull you into his body and coax you into staying with him. he'd tell you that going to work would be bad for you, leave you sick and groggy—you hate being sick and all groggy, and only a fool would think hobie wouldn’t use that to his advantage.
"you have to listen to your guardian angel, love," he would tell you, tilting his head to look down at your small frame, admiring the slight angry pout on your lips. "i know what's best for you, so stay, yeah?"
you always do listen to him. you trust him completely, after all, because you're such a naive human that could never ever think that hobie, your guardian angel, has bad intentions with you. and he doesn't, no, he's just a little bit selfish. no harm in that, right? 'course not.
hobie can go a little overboard with his selfishness whenever you have a date to go on though. he shouldn't be because you're a human and he's an angel and he could never have you for real, right? so he should let you have your little love story with your puny little human boy. 
but hobie is going to be selfish regardless of the facts. regardless of some stupid rules.
he hates the idea of you being with some dumb human when you have him. he's perfect, he's an angel. he's strong enough to protect you, he has your best interest always in mind—it's his literal job—he can love you the way you deserve to be loved and more, he can care for you better than anyone else in the world because he knows you best and knows exactly what you need without ever having to tell him. no human can ever compare to him.
no human will ever be as cool as him either. hobie doesn't think any guy can top him when he's a punk angel—what could possibly be cooler than that? you said it yourself when the two of you first met. 
"wow, i didn't think angels could look so... cool. hobie, you're amazing; what the hell!? how did someone like me get you as a guardian angel?”
who are you to be going on dates when you compliment him so sweetly like that. you obviously have an interest in him and all hobie needs to do is push you in the right direction, so he doesn't mind telling you any excuse he can come up with to get you to drop a guy, stupid and unreasonable or not.
"that guy just wants you for your body."
"that guy has a love already that he's not telling you about."
“that guy isn’t a good person, he’ll be a bad influence for you.”
"sweetheart, he's too ugly for you." he told you one time as an excuse, and you did not like that one. 
"hobie! it's not about looks, it's about personality, and– and the heart!" you yelled at him, smacking his chest lightly as you pulled away from him and rushed your way down the hall towards your room.
"oh, s'at right? you like guys with ‘heart’?" he huffed a laugh as he followed behind you, leaning against your door frame when he got to your room. you turn around to glare at him, but he only smirks at your ruffled posture.
cute. cute.
"yes, actually! unlike you. i had no idea angels could be such assholes," you grit before turning back around to flop yourself face first into bed.
you always do that when you're upset with him, which isn't often at all, but it happens enough for hobie to pick up on the little habits you develop, and this is certainly one of them. you don't like looking at him 'cause he ‘does stuff to you,’ apparently. makes you unable to stay mad if you look at him too long, so you just choose not to. 
he pushes off the wall and saunters towards you, pressing a knee into your bed as he reaches over to tug at your arm, urging for you to roll over, to look at him. "c'mon, you don't mean that, love." he smiles when you do eventually turn to look at him, and this time with a much less angry expression on your pretty face.
"no, i don't," you sigh defeatedly, "but you are pretty mean sometimes, hobes."
that nickname. he loves that nickname. he loves even more that you were the one who gave it to him.
he hums thoughtfully before responding, "not to you though, and tha's what matters, don't you think?" you roll your eyes at him, shifting so that you're flat on your back now as you look up at him. you don't say anything more, only stare up at him with your pretty eyes, all glossy and shining under the dim light in your room. big, and so fucking innocent.
god. fuck.
hobie crawls over you slowly, keeping his eyes steadily on you as he does. he brings a hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb over your soft skin gently as he settles himself above you, and then he reaches his thumb to press into your chin so that he can get a good grip on your face. to keep you from gettin' all shy on him, ‘cause he knows you will when you realize what he’s about to do to you.
his eyes flit down to your lips when your tongue darts out to lick across your bottom one, all sensual like—or maybe hobie is getting too worked up. yeah, probably that, but whatever.
you sigh shakily when hobie starts to lean down closer. you're so pliant, laying there nice and still for him even though you're feeling nervous right now. because you trust him; there isn't anything hobie could do that would make you not trust him.
hobie has to keep himself from absolutely devouring you when his lips press to yours. he has to remind himself to be soft, to not be too aggressive so he doesn't scare you too much, or hurt you either; the weak little whine you let out as he kisses you does nothing to help his self-control stay intact though. thankfully, you grab tightly at his leather vest and tug for him to come closer, inviting him to press further into you and kiss you deeper.
hobie balances himself up on his knees as the hand that was holding him up comes to knead at your waist and tummy, feeling and rubbing there as gently as he can right now in his worked-up state—which is just barely enough for him not to leave imposing bruises on your skin from how much stronger he is compared to you. you don't seem to mind how tightly he holds onto you though, because you're still eagerly kissing him back, making all sorts of pleased little noises that hobie is all too happy to swallow up.
hobie only pulls away when you start squirming under him, signaling that you need to breathe. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you tight against his body as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your delicious scent and placing little kisses on your neck as you pant softly.
"you don't need another man, you know that love?" he ask you, tells you, after a while of the two of you just laying together.
"yeah, i guess i don't," you reply to him, airy and quiet, right before you fall asleep tucked nicely into his arms. exactly where you belong.
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jessica stops hobie one night right as he's about to leave and go see you.
"if miguel finds out about this, you know he's going to be pissed, right?” she says, coming up behind him. “maybe you can get off on a wrist slap for breaking small, stupid rules, but falling in love with a human is something miguel absolutely will not allow, hobie."
hobie scoffs and rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply, nor does he turn around to look at her. his emotions and feelings would be right on display for her if he did. she’d know well how much he fucked up, and that would be a hit to his pride. ‘specially since he always told her about his dislike for angels who fell for humans. 
"what’s ’at got anything to do with me, mm?" he decides to respond out of courtesy, turning his head to look at her through his peripheral, "i'm not in love with any human."
hobie knows that jessica knows that's a lie. it's obvious he's in love with you because of how different he's acting. doing his job right and all that, to some degree at least. breaking the 'don't get in physical contact your human' and 'don't fall in love with your human' rules aside, he's properly keeping up with his status reports about you, he's not off doing other things when he's supposed to be with you. he's being the good proper guardian angel he should be, and that is definitely out of character for hobie. it was really only a matter of time before someone found out. hobie is just lucky it was jessica who put two and two together first instead of miguel. then he’d have a real big problem on his hands. 
jessica sighs. "all the stuff miguel says about angels getting attached and falling for humans being dangerous is true, hobie, not just some control tactic to keep angels on a leash. it could cost your human their life, and you your job," she warns before leaving.
hobie always liked how not-pushy she is; it’s why he prefers her over miguel. but he thinks she's wrong, because he would never let you die. ever. he couldn’t care less about losing this shitty job though.
— ୨୧ —
the conversation with jess, as much as hobie hates to admit it, put a real damper on his mood. 
he's agitated when he gets to your apartment, showing up right in your room where he knows that you are because he can feel you there. and once he is there, he eases up a little bit. all of his racing thoughts seem to disappear when you come into his vision so he can see you now, not just feel you. seeing and feeling you is nice; it grounds him.
you jolt when you see him suddenly appear behind you in the reflection of the mirror that you're sitting in front of though. a gentle gasp falls from between your pretty lips as you whirl around quickly to look at him, eyes widening like a doe caught in headlights. you ease up quickly, realizing that it's just him; you sigh the words under your breath as you deflate a little bit, coming down from the brief bit of adrenaline you must have felt with him scaring you like that. 
goodness, aren't you just so delicate? it's a damn shame hobie's not supposed to go falling for a human, isn't it? a load of tosh that is.
he smirks, "sorry, love. didn't mean to scare you li' that,” he says easy, stepping forward until he's a few feet in front of you, looking down at you, looking up at him. your eyes are glimmering under the artificial light of the lamp settled next to the mirror. he thinks that even in such dodgy lighting, your eyes and soft expression are still utterly enrapturing. the soft, charming glow that the light provides to your features draws a pleased hum from hobie.
so pretty. you're so damn pretty.
"geez, hobes," you say, huffing as you look away from him and down at your lap, "you can't just keep randomly showing up like that; you may well give me a heart attack one of these days if you do." your laugh is music to his ears. airy, pitched, and sweet like the ripest peach. sweeter than the ripest peach.
an angel's voice is supposed to be the most beautiful sound, people say, but hobie disagrees. he would much rather listen to you talk or laugh all day long rather than ever have to hear another word uttered from his shitty coworkers' mouths.
"i would never let that happen to you," he says, tone shifting from playful to serious. hobie feels better that he’s with you now, but the bit jess said about you dying clings to him still. weasels it’s way into his thoughts and makes his stomach lurch. he’s buzzing, and not in the nice delightful kind of buzzing that you bring out of him, no. he just needs you right now. 
he needs to feel you—really feel you, beyond the way he feels your life force tied to him, fluctuating with your emotions and physical state. he needs to actually touch you, hold you.
hobie gets down onto his knees in front of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up into his chest as he does. you whimper in surprise at the sudden proximity between you and him, your hands instinctively grabbing at his shoulder and jacket to steady yourself, even with how tightly he's holding you against him because his presence just overwhelms you too much. he always makes you feel dizzy and weak in the knees. you can never seem to function, not without his help. but that's normal between humans and angels. you aren't made to handle him, you aren't supposed to, but that's okay; he can be as gentle as you need him to be. 
"look at me, love," hobie whispers, hooking a finger under your chin, nudging you to look at him. you squeak when your eyes meet his, no doubt incredibly flustered—he can feel that you are. can feel your pulse throbbing as heat rushes through your skin, radiating a dull warmth for him to sink into as his fingers dig deeper into your skin. he smirks, huffing out a faint laugh as he looks down at you, admiring you.
"there you go, sweetheart," he praises you softly, brushing the pad of his thumb across the slight curve of your bottom lip. your eyes flutter closed briefly as you take a shaky breath, and then you open them again, watching him intently, and god does it make hobie feel all sorts of things. 
"'m never gonna let anyone or anything hurt you," he murmurs, tightening his grip around your waist and holding you firmly against his chest with each word uttered, “you’re too precious for me to be careless with you like i am the rest of the shitty people in this shitty world. only you matter to me, yeah? just you and nobody fucking else.” he finishes quietly, dipping down to kiss lightly on your cheeks, one on each side, and then another on your forehead, drawn-out and lingering even after he pulls away.
you're practically melting in his hold by the time he does pull away, so pliable and warm, and you're looking at him with hooded eyes that you can barely keep open. delirious as you are, utterly suffocated by him, your grip on his shoulder and jacket is still relentless, unwavering, as if he would slip away from you if you loosened up the tiniest bit. you want him, need him, near to you as much as he wants you near, really. it's not just him with all of these intense, overwhelming and all-consuming emotions; it's you too.
“hobie,” you whine, nearly breathless, “can you– can we please kiss again? on the… the lips?” you plead, tugging at his jacket in desperation.
“anything for you, sweetheart,” hobie whispers, leaning forward until his mouth is hovering over yours, breathing you in slowly before he finally closes them together. he kisses you slow and tender, taking his time in savoring how delicious you taste. you sigh contentedly, tilting your head to the side and parting your lips for his tongue to delve inside of your mouth.
the hand he has wrapped around your waist slides across your body, feeling every dip and curve down to your thigh, where he grabs at gently, swinging it up to his hip as he pushes off the floor. your legs wrap around him instinctively to hold yourself up in his arms as he carries you across the room to your bed, his lips never once parting away from yours as he does. his other hand is holding your chin and jaw in place so that you can't pull away from him either, wanting as much contact with you at a time as he can get away with. he knows you wouldn't pull away from him so easily, but he likes controlling the kiss, likes it when you let him lead the way and guide your body with his. 
hobie carefully sits down on the bed and leans back against the wall, settling you into his lap comfortably before his hand starts roaming all over your body; along your hips and over your thighs, squeezing the fat in his hands before moving back up and dipping under your shirt to feel at your tummy. you moan and whimper into the kiss, shivering under his touch when his hand grazes along especially sensitive areas of your body. 
when hobie pulls away you're panting and dazed, humming mindlessly in pleasure as hobie starts pressing kisses down your jaw and neck. his teeth graze lightly along the sensitive flesh beneath your ear teasingly before his tongue dips out to lick delicately at the spot, making your body thrum and pulsate in delectation. he nips once at your skin before finally pulling away to look at you, to savor how much of a mess he was able to make you into with a heated kiss. and god do you look absolutely stunning like this. swollen lips parted as you breath out small puffs of air, hooded eyelids, and your clothes are entirely disheveled from where hobie had pushed them up and slid his hands under. 
fuck, you’re lovely.
"you look a mess, sweetheart," he rasps fondly, running his fingertips lightly along your hips and thighs.
"'ts your fault," you mumble, falling into his chest and nuzzling your nose into his neck, exhaling softly as you close your eyes and relax. hobie wraps both of his arms around you and rubs your back gently, soothing you until you hum contentedly.
"yeah, i suppose it is, isn't it?" he agrees quietly, not wanting to disrupt your somnolence. 
hobie lays with you in his arms for hours after that, listening intently to your steady heartbeat and soft, rhythmic breathing, every now and then feeling you shift with a cute disgruntled little huff whenever you've stayed in one position for too long. hobie loves your sleepy, content little sounds, loves the way your fingers curl around his vest; even in your sleep you're still clinging onto him, because you need him, and he loves it. 
hobie loves you.
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hobie knows he's not supposed to interfere with fate. it's against the rules, or whatever bullshit excuse everyone says it is. hobie didn't really care that much about it before because he's never cared about anyone enough to ever want to change their fate, but now he has you, and you need him more than ever to keep you safe, to keep you from dying. 
god, he doesn't know how it happened, but you were crying for him so desperately. curled on the floor, gasping for air and clutching onto life with weak claws, you were calling his name. it was like sensory overload, hearing every strewn-out letter of his name mixed in with your sobs, with the incessantly throbbing and pulsating of your life force weakening, slowly and agonizing. 
the second you had been put in danger, hobie felt it. all throughout his body and deep within his soul, he felt you dying. there was a shift in the air at that moment, a suffocating, excruciatingly tense one that everyone around hobie had noticed; jess and miguel, and his best friend pavitr. 
they all yelled and screamed at him that he couldn't go to you, lunging to stop him as he fumbled for the watch that would help him get to you the fastest, but the noise they made was dull and muffled in comparison to the way you cried for him. and god did it feel like he was getting stabbed through the heart mercilessly every time that you did. how dare they ever expect him to just listen to then when you were in so much fucking pain, all alone and the only one you wanted was him. 
he had to save you. fuck the rules and fuck his shitty job; you were far more important to him than any of that. it didn’t matter to hobie that in order to save you he had to enchain his soul with yours, it didn't matter to him that he would share every bit of pain with you now, even your last breath if you ever took it, because hobie would rather give up his entire being to you than ever have to live without you.
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HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety?
comfort crowd
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auth. note: heyyy lovely, thank you for the request, i really hope i did it justice lmaoooo. sorry for that it took so long i had most of it written on my computer then it crashed and deleted literally everything so i had to recover and reflect on my actions 🌝. also i finished writing this at 5am and i have to wake up for work at 8 lets gooo
pairing: best friend!mattheo x fem!reader
summary: after the chaos of hogwarts at the beginning of your seventh year, the stress gets to you, but there’s always someone to soften the blow.
warnings: nothing really, smoking i guess.
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the hogwarts express is chugging on continuously, misting an opaque fog into atmosphere of the england countryside, much like the mellowness of the interior. every seat taken with students yet no dialouge shared and the bustling and laughing about future classes, professors and chocolate frogs a thing of the past. your head is lightly rested on the window, body pressed into the corner comfortingly and hands extended forward onto the table tightly. they’re cold. and mattheo’s hand, whom is sat in front of you, seperates them, putting his body in your presence and sharing his heat with you. simply because he wants to. his pointer finger moves towards the condensed glass, painting a small stick figure with a smiling face, and a flower next to it-which petals are already dripping downwards onto the damp surface. your glance moves from the glass and onto him, a hopeful expression on his face and lips spreading into a small, warm smile. “we’ll be fine.” he reassures quietly, only a quiet mumble so nobody else at the table hears, pansy humming peacefully asleep next to you and theo staring deep in thought somewhere, because it’s only for you. “i hope so.” your words are doubtful and you take in mattheo’s appearance. his dishevelled curling hair softly planting on his forehead, it slightly grew out over the summer, wearing a white long-sleeved top and the leather jacket you bought for him last winter in a small charity shop, thinking of him instantly-light purple hues highlighted under his eyes.
after professor snape was appointed headmaster, and the death of dumbledore a melancholiness has weighed upon the halls of hogwarts. students walking silently up the stairs and mattheo following behind you closely, your suitcase in one hand and his own in the other after insisting to take it-palm patting the top of your head endearingly while you sulk, “i don’t need your help.” he smiles. “i know you don’t.”
he waits patiently as you click open the door to your dorm, glancing at the strand of hair that you have tucked behind your ears, revealing your small star-shaped earrings and noticing the brownish lip gloss you wear every autumn, he’s missed you over summer. the kind of missing that is felt in the back of the stomach all the way down to your spine while doing everyday tasks, because it all reminds him of you. both suitcases thump loudly onto the wood panels when mattheo lets them go, and he slips his jacket off, throwing it limply onto the neatly made bed. he spins on the chair in the middle of your room, gliding his fingers across the random collection of trinkets on your desk, mostly random objects that hold dear memories for you. like an empty bottle of beer from the time all your friends got so drunk in the common room then got busted by mcgonagall in her red night gown with candle in hand, and had to run down the halls in the pitch black to escape. holding on tightly to mattheo’s shirt sleeve to keep up as all of you try to squeeze into a broom closet. or a random rock from a trip to the beach that mattheo had gifted to you after seeing you read a book about crystals, “i swear it has healing properties,” he tried to convince you, pressing it up against your forehead while you hold back a laugh, “do you feel it?” “no.”
“we’re meeting for breakfast right?” you ask quietly as his body darkens with shadow the further he walks down the hall, but his head still turns back to you, “of course. goodnight.” he reassures with a nod and you’re left to fall back onto your bed with a long sigh. with his presence gone the silence is too loud and you kick the black converse off your feet, bringing your legs up to your chest. your hand reaches down to a rough surface underneath your frame, pulling out mattheo’s jacket. he forgot it. with a small exhale in breath your hands burrow into the fabric lining inside it, spreading it out in front of your face and lips turning up into a smile. you could go out right now and chase mattheo to give it back to him, you can feel the box of cigarettes left in the front pocket, yet you still droop it over your torso, tucking it under your own arms and inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. and somehow the warmth of mattheo’s body that not long ago filled it brings more comfort than the cushioned duvet beneath you, lulling you to sleep.
it doesn’t take long for the chattering at the long breakfast tables to return, pansy gossiping absent-mindedly and theodore shovelling granola into his mouth with a disdained look, dishes spread grandly everywhere but your plate remains empty. for no specific reason other than your eyes studying on a point on the back wall, allowing your own yarn of thoughts to unwind and your shoulders to slump further down-how are you supposed to act normal? wake up to the ringing sound of your alarm clock that’s on your nightstand, eat breakfast with your friends, go to lessons, study and then go to sleep to repeat it all when everyone is constantly under threat. snape unfairly ruling the school and the potential of death eaters crashing through the doors always looming and you’re supposed to just act normal? like you’re happy to be here when your survival is not guaranteed…mattheo’s hand pleasantly slips into yours, his glimmering eyes when you turn to him a grasping hand into your brain to relieve the anxiety. your fingers had been picking at a hang nail heedlessly, and his thumb smoothes over the blood that’s pooling at the edge of your finger from underneath the table. he’s usually the one coming to your dorm late in the night, bloodied nose and a bruised face after a fight with a pleading expression and he would be in your bathroom every time without a doubt. you would scold him harshly while tenderly pressing a wipe onto his face, moving the damp hair from his forehead with a soft swipe and he would stay silent-looking up solemnly at your concentrated expression. but ever since you’ve developed the habit of picking at your hangnails he’s taken it upon himself to grab your hand whenever he notices, always privately so others don’t see, as a small act to retaliate the care you endlessly provide for him. “eat.” he drones, picking up a piece of french toast loosely from his plate and placing it into yours. his body shuffles a little closer to yours for whatever reason, his shoulder connecting with yours warmly and you roll your eyes, “i was about to” you huff back to him, nudging your arm into his side and he tilts his head with a laugh, his hair grazing against your ear.
hours pass by hazily when you are staring at a textbook, tuning out the long talking of umbridge’s grating voice and mattheo’s studying eyes trying to get your attention, whispering your name lowly just so you can turn to see his smile from across the room. and after holding your tongue for hours you find yourself walking up the stairs to the astronomy tower for a break away from everything, sneaking out of your dorm in a pair of pyjamas and eyes already glossing with tears. the door creaks open and the sharp wind stings your cheeks. a familiar silhouette is leaned against the edge, smoke leaving a trail around him when he turns around. he says your name immediately, throwing the cigarette over the edge and taking a few steps towards you with brows furrowing upwards. you should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to be alone here, it’s been mattheo’s spot after second year when he claimed it his. but maybe in some way you yearned for him to be there like he always his, smoking, and approach you with a concerned look, placing his hands at your sides and asking you, “what’s wrong?” the words are stuck in your throat and the way his eyes widen at you, lowering himself to level his head with yours sends a tear rolling down your cheek. he whispers your name again. “i’m scared mattheo…” you admit quietly, “i’m always scared that he’s going to come and hurt us” your voice cracks and your breath hitches as mattheo’s grip tightens around your torso. his eyes glance away, chest becoming heavy in guilt. he knows he can’t do anything about it, and with voldemort being his father he can’t help but feel responsible for whatever reason. his helplessness warrants him to pull you into his body, wrapping both of his arms around your body so tightly he struggles to breathe himself, the blood flowing through his body expelling a heat he once again shares with you and only you. your face is pressed up against his chest where you sob into his shirt and his palm places at the back of your head softly, stroking your hair and pushing you closer into him. “i promise i won’t let anything happen to you” he reassures you, “i would die before you get hurt” he whispers into the thick air. he brings his head down to rest it in the crook of your neck, the lanterns hung on the wood pillars dimly illuminating the image of him silently curling around your frame with an endeaarance. he lifts his head hesitantly, bringing his face close to yours and planting a small kiss on your cheek.
you take a step away, straightening your back and furrowing your brows at him while his own expression drops, darting his eyes away from yours wearily. “im sorry.” he mumbles immediately and you continue to search for an answer in his demeanour. puzzled, you aren’t sure where this is coming from and why you fight the urge to ask him to do it again. a small murmur of his name escapes your mouth, moving your face closer to his again and tilting your head upwards to connect your lips for the second time, slowly moving to feel the ridges of them and the softness in the way he moves his jaw forwards to encapsulate your presence. you hum lowly, left hand driving up to cup his cheek while his own takes your right, closing in around it and dulcifying around your cuticles at your fidgeting wounds. the tears that roll down your face slip into the kiss and he tastes the saltiness, pulling away with regret and exhaling a high breath. “i don’t want to kiss you like this”
he runs a hand through his hair in stress, he hopes that you aren’t doing it just to make yourself feel better and that the crumbling of a seven year friendship around you isn’t just because he let a stupid impulse takeover. honestly it feels like he had just taken advantage of you, letting you open up to him at your most vulnerable and turning it into something lewd. “how do you want to kiss me?” your voice is nasally from the lump in your throat, and you swallow harshly. mattheo’s eyebrow twitches up momentarily, turning away from you. “i want to kiss you when you’re happy,” he turns back to you to hold eye contact, “after we win a quidditch game and you run down from the stands, under a mistletoe…anything other than this” he puts out, breath quickening and he steps towards you desperately. all the warmth he has shared with you over the years burns within you, journeying up to your face as your eyes flicker all over his face. “i love you” he expresses, and his eyes widen as if he doesn’t realise what he just said. you exhale a quick breath, “i lo-” you want to leap forward and kiss him again, wrap your hands around his neck and let him know how much you really mean it.
“no. not like that” his fists ball up tightly, “i love you. not in a friend way.” his knuckles are turning white from how hard hes clasping around himself, face softening when meeting with your open mouth, wide eyes and glistening pupils that are dilated so purely he could look at his own face.
“i love you too mattheo, not in a friend way.” it spills out of you, like the smashing of a piggy bank after years of building it up. “you do?”
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vettelinyourarea · 1 year
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lavender haze - toto wolff
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genre: fluff, slight angst(?)
word count: 1,061
inspired by lavender haze by taylor swift
warning: s-word, age-gap, english is not my first language
this is the first fict i've ever written
Meet me at midnight
Staring at the ceiling with you
Oh, you don’t ever say too much
And don’t really read into
My melancholia
You have been seeing Toto for a couple of months now. Nothing official, just a little date here and there. One day though, when you and Toto went on a date in Monaco, you both were caught by a paparazzi and it’s messy from that point. 
Here you are, at 2:30 am, sitting in your bed, mentally debating whether to send the message you have typed to the man you have come to care deeply in such a short amount of time.
I don’t think I can handle this, Toto.
By 3:00 am, the man himself is standing at your door. You didn’t expect him to be awake when you send the message 30 minutes earlier. But here he is, hugging you in your bedroom. Holding you while you cried on his chest. 
You have come to realized how different your lives are. Him, being the team principal of a big Formula 1 team, he is used to the media and the press. He is used to all of the public attention. But you’re just a student. Taking your master’s degree, you are not used to the public attentions and the press. 
But he’s here, comforting you. He’s here, coming to your apartment at 3 am just because you texted him. He’s here, despite all of the crazy schedule he has tomorrow. And he’s here, hugging you, comforting you, whispering to you.
“You’re okay, love. I’m here, I will always be here with you.”
I’ve been under scrutiny
You handle it beautifully
All this shit is new to me
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
When you first agreed to go on a date with Toto, you knew your relationship would not be the easy one. Having a relationship with someone way older than you is not easy for anyone, let alone the fact that he is a popular Austrian billionaire that will always gather a lot of attention wherever he goes.
Slut, gold digger, you called it. You knew some people would call you those disgusting things the moment they caught glimpse of you two holding hands. But knowing the fact in advance doesn’t make it easier for you. But still, neither of you care about the public perceptions. Because you and Toto knew for a fact that your feelings for each other is real. Both of you have fall in too deep with each other. You both also knew for a fact that the relationship you both have currently would become official in no time. 
The hate, the criticism. Those things only make you fell deeper for the man who is currently sleeping besides you.
All they keep asking me
Is if I’m gonna be your bride
The only kinds of girl they see
Is a one night or a wife
I find it dizzying
They’re bringing up my history
But you aren’t even listening
Going out on a busy weekend night is definitely not your smartest decision. But do you care? Not really. You do get annoyed when paparazzi started to follow you and ask questions about your relationship with Toto. Even though the guy is not even with you at the moment. You would have no problem to talk about the man you have grown to love, but not with them. Not in the situation like now.
You and Toto have officially been in a relationship for 6 months now and the press knew it already. But all they keep asking you is when are you and Toto going to get married. As if marriage is the only kind of romantic relationship. Of course, you grew tired of it, but you held on, not telling Toto about how uncomfortable you are.
But when the press starts to bring up your past relationships, all hell break loose. Toto was the first one to found out about the articles. No, he is not mad at you, of course. “I’m not mad at you, love. Why would I be mad at you because of your past? You are mine and I am yours now,” he said when you asked him.
And that is the truth. He is mad, no scratch that, he is furious at the media because why would they dig deep into your past life? You are not a public figure. You are in the public light because you love him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through these because of me,” he said one night while holding you. “Why would you apologize? I chose to love you first,” you had answered. And he kissed you softly as a reply, and you feel one single tear from his eyes, drop on your cheek. 
Talk your talk and go viral
I just need this love go spiral
You and Toto were having dinner at his house when he first asked your permission to talk about your relationship publicly. People knew about your relationship, of course, but neither of you have ever talked about it to the public. It was one year after your relationship become official. With his age, you knew your relationship with him would get serious very quickly. 
You also don’t care if your relationship become public or stay private, really. You just want to love him and be loved by him. And you already knew how in love he is with you, even without announcing it to the world. You don’t care about what the public thinks of your relationship. With that being said, of course you let him to talk about it.
So, on the next day when he has an interview, he openly talks about your relationship for the first time.
“Yeah, she’s everything I need and she’s the one who keeps me sane in this crazy world.”
That lavender haze
I just wanna stay
I just wanna stay
In that lavender haze
You are sitting with Toto in your shared house. After 4 years of dating and 2 years of marriage, he somehow still managed to give you butterfly. After all those years together, he somehow still managed to take your breath away when you looked at him. Even after all those hard years together with him, you both are still in that lavender haze.
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Little Things (The Gluttonous Sixthborn)
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characters: Beelzebub, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 877 notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!
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The chatter in one of RAD’s hallways is stunned into near silence by a deafening growl. Demons of all shapes and sizes glance around themselves, cautious of whatever horrific creature could have made the noise that rattled their very bones. 
And amongst it all, there is a happy laugh. A lone human, appearing to be entirely unfazed. 
It’s followed, shortly, by a curt, “sorry.” 
“Don’t be, Beel! That was the best one I’ve heard so far! That was a movie quality sound effect!” 
Sound filters back in as students realize the rumbling roar was only the unnaturally powerful appetite of the Avatar of Gluttony, letting it be known it needs whetting. 
Beel is bashful as you pause momentarily, reach into the bookbag on your shoulder, and produce a protein bar. “No worries, Beel. You know I’ve always got you.” 
The ginger takes your offering gratefully as he falls back into step beside you, but his gaze is still crestfallen. “Thanks, MC, but... I think I’ll need more than this. I missed my snack after second block. They moved the vending machines there, and I was meeting up with you for third block.” 
You had also provided him a snack when he indeed met up with you earlier, as was your habit, but you know he could completely empty at least one of the machines that resided at the end of the hallway where his second block class was held. Your paltry little chip bag was like giving a single drop of water to a man dying of thirst. You frown.
“Moved them? To where?”
Beel looks genuinely distressed at the loss of his easy-access food. “I don’t know.”
You purse your lips into a tight line and study his face for a moment longer, then take a fistful of his uniform jacket. With a sharp tug, you redirect him to the hallway to your left. He allows you to pull him with you, momentarily eased by the protein bar he was currently inhaling, wrapper and all. 
“Where are we going?” he asks, cheeks full. You tug him to a particular row of lockers, and stop at your own. 
“I was going to restock my stashes,” you offered by way of explanation as you turned the combination lock to open your locker, “but you must be miserable if you didn’t eat after second block.” His view of you is blocked momentarily as you swing the door open, and then you return, holding a large canvas grocery bag stuffed to the brim with snacks. As you hand it over, he realizes they’re all his favorites. “It’ll be of better use right now.” 
“I can eat all of this?” Beel’s voice is cautious as he clutches the handle of the bag in his big hands, and you beam at him in response. 
“Of course, bug. It was all for you at some point, anyways. Now, you can make up for your missed snacks earlier, and I can use it as an excuse to take you on a restock run after classes are over. Not to mention...” Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you pound a fist into your palm, “I can also chew out that custodian who complains about having to empty the trash more often next to your vending machines. I bet that little sucker was just being lazy, and I’m not letting him get away with messing with your schedule.” 
Beel eagerly tucks in, charmed as always by your favorite nickname for him, and you shut the door to your locker. “Thank you, MC,” he says between bags of kettle-cooked Devildom snapping peas. 
Your returning grin is positively sinister, veiled only barely by a charming sheen. You squeeze his bicep. “I’ll meet you after last block, and we’ll head to Hell Supermarket together, okay?” 
Beel frowns, and swallows a piece of shadow hog jerky whole. “Don’t we have the same fourth block class today?”
You nod. “Yeah, but I have an exchange student meeting with DIavolo and Purgatory Hall today instead. I’ll make sure your vending machines get put back, and they add an extra one for good measure. There’s another protein bar taped under my usual desk in case you run out.” 
Beel takes a pause from his snacks to lean down and kiss you, tasting of a strange combination of sweet and spicy, and leaving crumbs tumbling over your cheeks. “Thank you, MC,” he says again. “I love you.” You steal another peck to his cheek before he can rise back up to his full height and out of your reach. 
“I love you too, bug. I’ll get today’s notes from Satan, so don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later.” He simply nods at you, and you part ways. 
In the time he was in his fourth block Magical Potions class, you got his vending machines returned. True to your word, there was a third one at the end of the line when he stopped at them by force of habit after class. You brushed it off when he asked how you did it, but did mention how you noticed some demons seemed to have a very acute sense of self-preservation as you took his hand and started off in the direction of the supermarket.
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twisted-lover-boys · 6 months
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Can I request a Headcanon for Vil x male reader where the male reader is fashion designer and the one providing Vil his fabulous clothes
Vil with a fashion designer boyfriend
ooooooooooooo I saw a comic about this one by one of my fav twst artists so it’s loosely inspired by that (here’s the og post btw please give them a follow)
Still, hope you enjoy this!
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You were rather young when you learned that you loved to draw. You had focused mainly on outfits since you loved their intricacies
However, when your parents learned of your love for drawing clothing, they were super against it. They wanted you to “draw better things” so that you’d have a successful life in the future
At home, you were forced to draw landscapes, objects, and the like. Your only escape was when you went to your elementary school where you could freely draw
That’s how Vil first initially met you. He was so enamored by your clothing drawings and always complimented your works
From then on, he always asked you to make outfits for him. He’d ask for specific things or let you go wild with it. Either way, he loves them
You felt free because of him. You were able to do what you loved and have someone love and even encourage you to do so and get better with your talent
You always showed your designs to Vil and he’s loved every single one. It was like this for a while so it was only natural that you’d grow closer together over time
It was even more natural for you to work together and become an inseparable duo. Vil refused to work on any runway, any stage, any photo shoot unless you were there or your designs were used at his request
Vil always valued your opinion more than anyone else’s, especially when it came to fashion. Any outfit he had to model, he always asked you if it was good enough for him or not. Most of the time, they were. Sometimes though, he ended up quitting on the spot because you didn’t like them
Anyways, he always loves wearing your outfits that you designed and made for him. They’re his favorite ones to wear. When anyone asks him where he got his outfits, he just says that his boyfriend made it for him
So, how about we move on to event outfits!
Your help was crucial to the fairy gala…both times. Vil knew that if he were to give you a theme and the students you had to give said outfits to, they would look stunning either way
Honestly, Vil grew a little jealous seeing your gorgeous outfits on other students but he still couldn’t help but admire your work. They can even make unpolished potatoes into shining potatoes
Pomefiore’s Halloween theme was, in fact, Vil’s idea but all the outfits and the designs and intricacies that went into them was all you. They were both fashionable and moveable
During Vargas Camp, Vil knew what to expect because of what Epel had faced only weeks prior. That’s why he would be super upset if the clothes you made for his little trip ended up ruined
Yeah, they were outdoor clothes and could handle a little bit of wear and tear, but you worked hard on them for him! He would do anything to ensure that they stay in tip-top shape
Anytime he wears anything of yours in public or takes pictures with them on, he always makes sure to credit you properly. He will not take anyone ignoring your hard work
He’s also very adamant about you not overworking yourself. You need to rest, especially after making so many outfits for him personally but also for your job. Your hard works means nothing if you don’t give yourself rest
Vil always makes sure to properly reward you for hard work. You want a kiss? He’ll cover your face in lipstick. Want a cuddle session? He’s already cleared his schedule. Want him to model it for you? Babe, he’s already walking down the catwalk
Vil honestly believes that he got lucky in life. He met you. You both got together young and have stayed together since. Vil has never in his life seen a beauty like yours be rivaled
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bagopucks · 1 year
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Masterlist
You can find all of my works listed here with a summary! I’ll also list my AU’s when I begin forming them.
By default, I write the reader as female. So if you want a different sex/gender, you need to clarify it in your request!
You can find a link to my post on requests, here!
Silly Love Songs AU Masterlist, here!
Out of Place Masterlist, here!
Elton John Masterlist, here!
Singlereaderfic Masterlist, here!
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Trevor Zegras
It’s An Off Day - Trevor and the reader both have their own stressors in their lives, and it causes a tiff. But there’s nothing a little playful make-up can’t fix.
Defend My Honor - Somebody has to defend my honor. Somebody has to defend your honor. Enemies to lovers.
Disheveled Duckling - Trevor’s always hidden his feelings behind a locked door, but when everything becomes too much, he reluctantly turns to who he trusts the most.
Stand By Me - The reader and Trevor struggle but ultimately deal with the diagnosis of an autoimmune disease. And they deal with it together.
You And Me - The reader, Jack’s ex, is now dating Trevor. After they’ve been outed, the couple deals with new hate, and it’s overbearing in more ways than one.
Getcha Back- The reader cracks under the pressure of media and her relationship with Trevor. It’s up to him to win her back.
Family Reunion - Trevor’s meeting the reader’s family. Both are a little nervous, but he ends up fitting right in.
Bad Idea, Right? - SongFic, he’s just an ex.. nothing more, right?
Can He Sing? - The reader and Trevor accept the request of a local recording studio to do an interview while they’re in town, revealing to the audience a bit of their relationship, and an upcoming album.
Jack Hughes
Sally Forth - The Hughes brothers and Jack’s hockey team going to support the reader in dance nationals.
Need You Now - The reader is paired up with an injured boy for a group dance. She needs a new partner, so she calls on Jack. A lot of fluff in between.
It’s Out There - The reader is a university student. That’s all she’s supposed to be to the public. Until they find out of her secret relationship with Jack Hughes. Then it’s another story.
Blackouts - When everybody is stuck at the lake house during a storm, and the power goes out, there’s only so much they can do to pass the time.
A Little Funky - The reader struggles with OCD, and Jack is still learning how to handle it.
Home Alone - Jack invites the reader over because his parents are out, but an oncoming blizzard has them returning sooner than expected.
And I, You - The reader and Jack get a moment alone in the lake house to discuss their future plans.
Record Breaker - Jack finally breaks the regular season point record, and of course he has to celebrate.
So Fine - Sequel to “Home Alone.” The reader’s parents are out of town on a business trip. Nobody’s passing up on this chance to give their day together another shot.
As Sure As It Gets - The reader and Jack have been best friends since they can remember. One day the reader confesses to feelings harbored for a while, and Jack hesitates before deciding not to tell the truth, for the sake of their friendship.
Late Night Drives - The reader finally discovers why Jack is called Rowdy, after accepting an invite to go on a drive with the Hughes brothers and a few friends.
More Than I Do Now - SongFic, Jack and the reader spend the evening with his family and a few friends, but the reader’s stuck in another world, fantasizing about their relationship.
ATTHNGVBD - It’s Valentine’s Day, and Jack puts himself under a lot of pressure to start a new tradition.
Can’t Break Up Now - SongFic, Jack and the reader have had a vicious fight.. and it’s time to decide what’s best for their relationship.
Mine All Mine - They’re polar opposites, and everybody has something to say about it. She just wants to be good enough, but never feels like she is.
Quinn Hughes
Wildest Storms - The reader’s anxiety levels are through the roof, and when Quinn comes home, he’s there to distract and comfort in the ways he knows best.
Softly, Sweetly - Quinn’s home alone one night, and decides to invite the reader over for a bit of fun. Only it doesn’t go as planned.
Plus One - The reader needs a date to a friend’s wedding. Quinn’s the lucky man.
Gingerbread Houses - The reader’s boyfriend drops a bomb on her during Christmas, and Quinn is the first person she turns to for comfort.
Fast Car - Coming Soon!✨
Jamie Drysdale
Drago-nita - Jamie’s left to take care of Trevor’s lizard while the forward is on a road trip. Things don’t go as planned, so he calls the reader for assistance.
Island Of Love - Jamie falls head over heels for a girl he never expected to love. But they’re from two different worlds, and he can’t stay away from his forever.
Lady May - SongFic, a recollection of the times the reader was Jamie’s rock, leading him to one fateful decision.
The Ugly Duckling - being written, angst and fluff, title’s kinda self explanatory.. gonna make you guys wait for it anyway.
Orange, Orange, Orange - The reader visits Jamie and Trevor during playoffs only to receive a rather startling surprise.
Blind Dating - Jamie is new in town and managed to get himself set up on a blind date. The reader isn’t too sure about him. At least not at first.
Nico Hischier
Smile Again - Nico’s injured and the reader has to leave town for a week. She returns to her lover in a horrible state, and there’s not much she can do but comfort him back to contentment.
It’s My Footwork - Knee surgery leaves Nico’s leg a bit weak, so he seeks out creative conditioning to get him back on track.
Soulmates ‘N All That - SongFic, a summary of the meeting, the dating, and the marriage.
Dearest Nico, - Two strangers falling in love over the exchange of letters and phone calls. Loosely based off of the song “Travelin’ Soldier” by the Dixie Chicks. But at the same time it’s really not.
Comfy - Nico comes home from a hockey game ready to relax, and though the reader isn’t in a bath mood, they’ll gladly sit outside the tub and talk all evening with him.
Too Much To Drink - The reader went to a simple bachelorette party and took part in the festivities, especially the drinking. And of course, Nico comes to the rescue.
Sun Days - Enjoying a perfect day on the New Jersey beaches with Nico and the team.
When you Wake - Nico went out with the boys, and the reader is left with a surprise when the Hughes brothers bring him home far less than sober.
Wishing For Angels - The reader comes home from work one evening and spends the night watching early Christmas movies with Nico.
Mitch Marner
Light My Love - SongFic, An art major and a hockey player who’s mind works a mile a minute. He’s her inspiration.
The Best Recovery - The reader’s overwhelmed, and slips into a nonverbal state for the night. Mitch is waiting at home to provide comfort and reassurance.
Noise Cancelling - The reader can’t hide their Amazon Wishlist from Mitch for forever, but this is by far the best gift.
Depths Of Love - Loss and grief. Acceptance and moving on. Mitch lost the love of his life, only to realize he doesn’t have to continue alone.
Auston Matthews
Felix and Missy - A dog is a man’s best wingman.
Cole Caufield
College Despair - The reader is overwhelmed with assignments, and needs a break. Cole just got back from a roadie, and needs quality time.
Misunderstand Us - The reader is invited out to the lake house. Quinn forgets to mention that he told Cole about them, and Cole’s rather forward introduction causes a feud between himself and the reader. Until the truth comes out. Enemies to lovers.
She’s Taller - Cole fell for the girl across the street. There’s just one thing that held him back. His height. Turns out, that might not be an issue for her at all.
Linear Progress - Cole has just returned from an injury, and can’t get out of his own head about the fact that he’s struggling.
She’s Taller Pt. 2 ✨ - coming soon!
Reality - SongFic, broken trust leads to a messy breakup. Cole simply can’t let her go.
Young!Pens
My experimental additions! If you didn’t see the poll, I’ll be writing for Crosby, Malkin, Zucker -tho he’d technically be on the Wild when I write for him but I’m classifying him as a Penguin in this post- and maybe Jarry.
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Highlight Reels
Adventures in house sitting - Jamie and Trevor
Country reader - Jack Hughes
Little!Hughes Brothers - Quinn, Jack, and Luke
Spa Days - Jamie Drysdale
Minecraft Servers - Various Players
Snowboarding - Jack Hughes
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Blurbs and Edits
“Before sunrise, he’s your rookie.” - Nico Hischier
Cuddling and Trip Planning - Trevor Zegras
Cancelled Games - Trevor Zegras and Jamie Drysdale
“The Lean” - Trevor Zegras
Vacation to Switz - Nico Hischier
Sick Days - Any Player
Dancing In The Rain - Quinn Hughes, SongFic
Little Interruptions - Nico Hischier and Jack Hughes
Rainy Mornings - Cole Caufield
First Time Fighter - Jack Hughes, platonic Luke
Tornado Watch - Jamie Drysdale
Tea Cups - Young!HughesBrothers
Soft Launch - Nico Hischier
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My shift to Bnha
I’ll start with the basics. For starters my reality is a bit different. The legal age is 25, so therefore school duration is longer, and our ages are different. I start UA when I was 19 years old, which made me a year 1 student. my parents are both prominent figures in hero society, and I was an only child to them. I only add this because I think it’s important to acknowledge background information because it shapes your experience and your placement in society, especially in a world filled with heroes everything is ranked and merit based.
UA .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.
Contrary to popular belief, at least in my reality school is very much emphasized and just as important as hero work. For me a typical day looked like, getting up at 7:45 to prepare for classes that started at 8:30 and ending at 5. We do have a one hour lunch break, and a specific period to work on our specific quirks alone any way we see fit. A lot of people do use that time to slack off and hang out with friends, but they’ve recently become very strict about it. Credits to to Tenya Ida for informing the board of what people were really doing ! A lot of people were mad but honestly I am a teachers pet in this reality so I kind of appreciated it.
I can’t speak for the other classes, maybe it’s because of everything we went to, but we are not a class we are genuinely family. I am closest to Izuku, Sui, Ochacho, Mina, Todoroki and MoMo! Not in any particular order. I’m not going to talk about everyone but here are some of the reasons I love them <3
•Mina is just as extroverted quirky and bubbly as you would expect. Shes one of those people you meet and you can’t help but adore because they energy is so welcoming and they’re so loving. She’s kind of a prankster and a rumor starter and I find it hilarious. You can’t keep anything from her, though but once she has a narrative she has narrowed upon, you have a better chance of changing the devils mind.
For example i talked about this in a different post, but she started a rumour that bakugo is in love with izuku and that’s why he’s mad all the time. It got back to bakugo and he threatened to turn the cafeteria into a live bake oven. It’s honestly hilarious how she can make a whole room laugh. Or make anyone mad.. I guess it’s a talent regardless.
•Sui is the sweetest girl ever. She kind of keeps to herself but she’s honest and what you see is what you get. She’s also kind of emotional and I am kind of a cry baby too there so we get each other. We really just want to do our best and see everyone succeed. I would say both of us made friendships are bigger priority than hero training and we have both been called out for it too.
•Ochacho is very similar to Mina but she can also get down to business when she needs to. Everyone loves her, and her powers are super helpful in any situation, like for sneaking out quietly… but I wouldn’t know anything about that. I vividly remember having a conversation about our hero progress and she’s deeply insecure. She grew up impoverished and Monterey compensation is one of the reasons that really encouraged her to be a hero. I remember one time she was telling me how impressive I was during the first few weeks of school because I had a better handle on my quirk than her. She said something of how I was meant to be a hero. It made me sad because I admired her will and determination more than anyone. I had so many factors that put me ahead in some of my peers. My mother is a pro hero and I went to a profound middle school that molded me to be ready. I told her she was born to be a hero and I was made to be a hero. I was being honest and I didn’t think it meant anything but she always reminds me of how she thinks about that anytime she’s in a situation where she needs help. Nothing made me happier
•Momo and my quirks are very similar. My quirk is called clairvoyance somnium, and my hero name is dreamer. Kind of what she can do but I visualize whatever I need. I can also do more things that I won’t get into but a lot of it, I was inspired by my shifting methods ! Anyways she’s the sweetest and we live pretty close to each other so I’ve seen her around for a while. She’s honestly very gorgeous and we both struggle with insecurities and anxiety, so she really is someone I relate and rely on. Maybe it’s because our quirks or so similar or we have similar backgrounds and personalities but… she’s probably the person I am closest with! But I really do love everyone equally
Bakugo .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.
Ok lots of people ask about him so let’s go.
Yes he’s so loud and always angry. You know I thought i would be scared of him but I honestly even I even give him snarky remarks sometimes (in a nice way because I am so nice in this dr) but wow he is the loudest person I’ve ever met in any dr but his powers are amazing we all respect it
Contrary to popular belief..no one is scared of him. As angry, loud and aggressive as he is he has proven time and time again all he wants to do is be a hero. Honestly it surprised some of us but everyone knows he has kind of good intentions under his wrath ??
He also makes everything a competition and he’s actually good at eveything. He’s good at school I’m pretty sure he placed after me in mid terms ! I got third and he got fourth. He’s a great cook and baker. We had a baking competition and he placed after sato. We made ramen and he made the best ramen ! Like he’s not as dumb as he looks. He’s also in a one sided competition with Todoroki but as we have all noticed he doesn’t give a fuck.
Powers .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.
This may be egotistical but I could not imagine not being a hero in a world with 80% hero. Don’t let the league of villains hear this it will fuel their fire. 🥲 in all seriousness we are lectured that we are not better than anyone, and we are simply stronger than other people and that is it so we shouldn’t let it conflate our egos. The only way we would be given the green flag to pat our own backs is when are abilities begin to save millions of lives. But then I guess if we’re only being heroes to look good then would that really make us heroes. At least that’s what I wrote about in my English essay. Present mic did in fact eat it up, I got an amazing grade on it. But that’s not the point. The point is it’s easy to get a big head but we were simply genetically lucky, not better, smarter, etc.
Now that philosophy is behind us, having powers is so cool and coming back here the limits of other realities having no bounds never fails to amaze me. Our quirks are an extension of ourselves and literally are us. It’s not second nature, it’s first nature after having these abilities for so long. Especially my quirk, if I wanted I could “dream” 500 million yen, and well I wouldn’t be able to put it in the bank but I digress. Finding out what your quirk can do and how far your cbs push your limits always allows us to be going through moments of self discovery. Having a quirk is honestly it’s own life alone, and I genuinely could not be happier.
My favorite classes .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.
As a student in this incredible universe, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to pursue many amazing topics of study.
One class I took was Hero Studies, where we learned about the many different hero theories and methods of justice, as well as what it takes to become an effective hero. We also discussed the history of the hero world and its evolution throughout the years. It was a fascinating subject and definitely one of my favorites!
The next class I took was Quirk Studies. Here we learned all about quirks, their effects on people and how they can be used to help protect civilians and stop villains. We even discussed how to best work with a partner with a different quirk, and how to combine two quirks to create a unique and powerful attack.
Finally, I also took a class called Combat Training. This class taught us all about combat techniques and how to use the environment and our natural abilities in order to survive any situation. We learned how to effectively dodge and block attacks, as well as how to use our quirks to create powerful attacks.
We of course also had the general classes of math, English, science, math, and music
The classes at UA High were some of the most interesting classes I have ever taken and I am so grateful for having the opportunity to explore them. Not only did I learn a lot about the world of My Hero Academia, but I also grew as a person and as a hero.
Random funny story .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.
I’m going to tell you one of the funniest most embarrassing things that happened during the UA sports festive. This happened during the third event, when we were in teaams.
I was with Izuku, mei, Ochako, and fumikage. Everyone is trying to steal the headband from us because Izuku has all the points ! Everyone was targeting us and it was so unfair. during the last few seconds I started running to dream us a tower so we can hide and to grow into to the skies. Then someone came so they threw me the headband and i I was waiting for them but then they got attacked and they told me just go without them !?? I was literally shaking and my anxiety was at an all time high time so I quirked my tower or whatever and made it grow and then the time ran out! I had the headband and we thought we won and we were cheering but umm no. I was the only winner technically because I wasn’t with my team. BUT because that took away FROM the point of the team work part I was deducted points from my own Individual points because that wasn’t the point of the challenge. Honestly you win some you lose some. It was a fun experience regardless.
Also honestly i shifted here around the time of the World Cup, which I could not care less about, but I get the hype of sports witnessing Izuku’s fight against Shinso (manipulation guy.) it was so awesome !!! I was at the edge of my seat the entire time!!! So I guess Now I understand how some people feel about sports lol. By the end of the festival, I got third place overall and my mom was so proud of me. It was the honestly a great feeling.
Random dump with no correlation
my mother (Uwabami’s) Quirk gives her a trio of live snakes growing from her head. One of the snakes have acute senses, allowing her to locate hidden criminals and disaster victims.one snakes also has a scent that can make her victims mindless slaves, one snake produces poison and attacks her victims.
my father who also attended UA with my mom has Squirmy Fingers (can precisely bend and control his fingers, giving him great dexterity) As well as a High Scientific knowledge Skills IQ in engineering. I found this interesting because usually children are a combination of their parents quirks or either or, and mine has nothing to do with either lol.
Todoroki’s pretty smart though he places after Bakugou in the mid terms. he also loves to read ! He’s also politically educated and actually had profound knowledge on the history of heroes and how and why he believe hero’s and villains came to be so.. surprisingly he is more philosophical than I would think. He doesn’t really talk about it or bring it up because if you have a good conversation with him and get him to open up it is always worth.
Food
Tbh to no surprise the food options were eclectic and varied. There was something for everyone! I had everything from traditional Japanese dishes such as ramen and sushi, to western and American-style dishes like pizza and burgers. I even had access to a variety of international cuisines like Indian, Chinese, and Korean.
One of my favorite places to get a good meal was the school cafeteria. Every day it was full of delicious options, from freshly-cooked dishes to the convenience of pre-packaged items. There were also lots of drinks and snacks available. On certain days, the cafeteria also served special meals such as curry or tonkatsu.
If I was looking for something a bit more fast-paced, there were several food stalls and restaurants around town. I could find an assortment of things like ramen, takoyaki, and okonomiyaki. There were also locations that offered more unique dishes such as Japanese-style hamburgers or omurice (Omelette Rice).
Although I often ate at restaurants, I also cooked meals in my dorm room. I could make simple dishes with ingredients from the local grocery store, like fried rice, or make something more complicated with ingredients from the nearby specialty grocery store. I even tried my hand (well with sato as well) at making dango, the traditional Japanese dessert.
Tbh No matter what type of food I was looking for, UA had it though. With all of the different options available, there was something to satisfy whatever cravings I had.
I also write and speak in English so don’t ask any language questions because I do not know
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Pairing : Fred Weasley x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 3.3k Warning : Implication of alcohol. War. Some foul words. Italics for past events (ew). Fluff. Let me know if I missed anything. Not proofread. Synopsis : The three times Fred Weasley should've professed his feelings and the one time he finally did. Notes : I intended this piece to be an angst ending but I supposed Fred fluff is due. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Fred Weasley's Masterlist click here.
Fred Weasley finds it hard to find comfort on his old squeaky bed. It has been weeks since Harry, Ron and Hermione fled the wedding. There have been no words, no owls. Supposedly that means that they’re still in hiding. No news means no harm done. There’s no way Voldemort would have kept silent had he and his followers found Harry.
Fred hates it. Not knowing what to do nor what to expect next. The uncertainty is driving him mad. One of these days the war will happen and until then, Fred is left with nothing but the empty void he’s been trapped in for days.
He’s prepared himself well. Practising his spells and curses in the morning and at nights, before and after he busied himself with the joke shop. Her words ring in his head, like an infinite loop of heavenly melodic song. A pleasant earworm that he never wished to evict from his mind. The only thing keeping him afloat was her smile, her scent, her voice.
Her.
Perhaps it is what fueled his pestered mind. The fact that he hasn’t been able to be honest with his feelings to her, to gather the courage and be bold as he’s always tried to be in front of others. Everyone knows about his deep devotion for her. That stupid truth or dare game Hermione introduced them back in Hogwarts had to be the ugliest way of a confession and it couldn’t even be counted as one. It was simply an honest answer.
“Don’t fight it Freddie, it’ll only hurt you.” Hermione says with a teasing smile. 
The veritaserum is certainly doing its job. Fred winches as he feels his skin stabbed with a thousand needles, trying his best to fight the honesty banging to be let out.
“Come on, Fred, answer the question!” Harry said, pushing him “Who is it that you fancy? Angelina? Alicia? Go on, spill it!”
Fred bites his lower lip hard, not caring the bitter taste of blood as it starts to rip.
He turns to see her, the girl who anticipates his answer just like the rest of the group. Her eyes were twinkling, smile spreading beautifully. The light from the fireside reflects on her, making her look ethereal. His cheeks were burning, unable to contain the emotions any longer as he finally blurted her name.
She blinks, looking surprised.
The rest of the students were stunned too for a brief moment, before exchanging their expressions into a playful one, smirking and nudging her. She let out a shy smile, not daring to see Fred’s gaze as her cheeks turned a shade of pink.
“I mean, it’s just a silly crush.” Fred says fast, afraid she might feel uncomfortable at his unplanned confession. But the lie hurt him worse and made him spill more truth “No— I lied. I love her. Shit, this thing hurts like unicorn balls.”
Her giggles echo through the common room. Fred finds himself smiling a little at her reaction, thankful that she didn’t find it baffling of him to fancy her. Though he’s sure she’s only showing modesty. She’s always been good at keeping his feelings after all.
Fred sighs as he rests his arm on top of his eyes. He should’ve done something then, after unintentionally uttering his feelings, perhaps he should’ve approached her and handled it better. Come with better words, ask her for a proper date, anything but to shrug the incident away. Just like what he did.
Don’t ask him what it is that makes it so hard to gather the gut and confess. He’s been trying to find the one reason for years now. Perhaps he was just insecure, feeling like he is less deserving of her affection. Or maybe he fears ruining the friendship they’ve nurtured over the years. It’s not everyday you can be close with your love interest, afterall. Most of the time it would only create misunderstanding and awkwardness, but with her, he finds support and comfort instead.
But that one game wasn’t the only time he could’ve made his move. If anything, it was only the beginning of more chances he had missed. That game happened when he was in fifth year. There have been plenty other opportunities for him to seize and be true to his feelings, yet he didn’t.
Fred stares at the seated girl from the corner of the room. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. The stunning decorations of the Ball was nothing compared to her beauty tonight. How her hair was styled, the simple yet enchanting dress that fits her like a glove, everything about her was lovely to say the least.
His date, Angelina, has been long gone with her friends. She might have noticed Fred’s lack of enthusiasm for the dance and decided to ditch him. He feels rather guilty for not making Angie’s night, but it’s hard to try and please other people when your heart is locked on another.
She was escorted by some Slytherin git who defeated him on his race with time. Fred curses himself for taking too much time on thinking of clever lines instead of actually approaching her and asking her to be his date. He thought that people would know better than to ask her. They’ve been close for years, surely others could understand that they’re unspokenly an item. These other lads could’ve taken literally any other girl than her.
As George would nag him, he snoozes, he loses.
But after lurking at her like the creep he is for quite some time, Fred comes to the understanding that she too has been ditched by his date. A voice in his head wants to give this bloke a taste of his knuckles for leaving her alone like this, but a bigger part in him was thankful that she could now be rescued by him.
“Fancy a dance?” Fred asks, putting his hand out for her to reach.
She raises her brows, smiling in confusion, “Where’s your date?”
“Gone.” He shrugs, not paying much mind to her question “So.. Dance?”
She scrunches her nose. A habit she does whenever she’s embarrassed to do something. Her growing grin and suppressed giggle was pumping Fred’s vein with bliss. He caresses the back of her hand that was covered in white satin glove as they walk to the middle of the floor.
“I have to warn you, I might not have the best foot at dancing.”
Fred smiles at her, winking, “Well then, let me lead.”
Even as she bit her lips, the happy grin was still blooming on her face. They were dancing with whatever move Fred wanted to do, not caring that they are so out of rhyme than the rest of the other couples. He lifts her up, twirls her, before doing the same motions on himself, making her burst into fits of laughter.
 Their eyes were locked on each other, completely captivated as they felt the world around them melt away. In that very moment, Fred, who thought that he couldn’t have fallen for her harder than he already is, was proven to be yet again mistaken. He could always and will always fall for her harder than he already did before.
She places her hands on his shoulders. Their height difference made it hard for her to cling on his neck, so resting them on his shoulders should do. Her smile was muted down but still radiates the very same joy. Fred would certainly argue that at this very moment, she is the most beautiful woman in his life.
“Can I kiss you?”
Her eyes widened at the sudden burst of questions.
“I mean on the forehead, of course.” Fred said fast, trying to save the moment before he ruins it completely. His heart was beating fast, afraid she might let go and walk away “Completely platonic. You’re my best friend, after all.”
She pursed her lips. A slight disappointment was visible in her eyes but as quick as it came, the expression disappeared and changed into another lovely one, “Of course, Fred.”
“Bloody hell.” Fred groans to himself as the memory hits him like a tidal wave “Really? A kiss on the forehead? Fucking bell-end you are, Fred Weasley.”
He takes the pillow that was resting on his side to cover his face, screaming on it to let out some fumes. He really needs to get his head sorted. It’s fascinating how she’s still sticking around and having the very same lovely attitude towards him after all the baffling actions and mortifying words he’s uttered.
Even when he told her he was leaving, she was still his number one supporter.
Fred fidgets with his fingers as he waits for her by the oak tree. He’s asked Seamus to give her the word that he’s waiting for her, at the very moment he knew she’d finished her transfiguration class. His palms were flimsy, nervous of her reaction later after he finally spilled the bean. Would she still be there for him, cheering and patting him on the shoulder after this?
“Fred,” she calls, a curious smile plastered on her confused face “You wanted to see me?”
He chews the inner side of his cheek, responding in a nod.
“Okay..” She scrunches her nose, cheeks are highlighted in a strawberry colour as she takes closer steps “What is it?”
“I need to tell you something.”
She nods, eyes full of anticipation, “Go on.”
“I’m leaving.”
The glimmer in her eyes dim down as the words enter her ears. Her excited face was soon exchanged to a disappointed and puzzled one. It was as if she expected him to tell her something else.
“We have enough money now to open the shop and I don’t think we should wait any longer. Not even until graduation.” Fred continues to explain, eyes filled with uncertainty “Me and George are planning to leave by the end of this week.”
“This week?” She asks, surprised “That’s— That’s very sudden.”
Fred nods, “I know, but this is the very time for us to flee Umbridge, don’t you think? If we were to leave now, we could have more products prepared for the next school term, so students can get their pranking supplies from us.”
She remains quiet, not looking like she was even half listening.
“And we heard that there’s a shop for rent in Diagon Alley. We’re thinking of buying it and renovating it. We ought to start early before the market is full, otherwise we wouldn’t get customers.”
“You’re leaving.” She says in a soft whisper, still trying to comprehend his words. She licks her lip, forcing a smile as she places her hands on his shoulders “I am so very proud of you Fred. Of you and George, both. I’m sure the business will thrive. You two are gifted for it.”
Fred nods, breathing uneven as he debates if he should put a line here and end the conversation. They would still see each other later on, so perhaps he could postpone his confession a little longer. But he would certainly be busy with the shop later, should the business actually thrive as she said, and might not have time to utter his feelings. And that’s not considering the competition he might have now that she’s older and has certainly grown into a mesmerising woman.
“Would that be all, Fred?” She asks as if hoping that there is more from him.
Fred clears his throat, “Uh, yes. Yes, that would be all.”
She nods, smiling genuinely as she takes closer steps and reaches for his cheek, planting a small kiss on it, “I’m so proud of you, Fred. Good luck.”
Fred turns his gaze to his bedside table. There, lies the one photograph he holds very dearly. Its edges were slightly ripped from constant touch he’s done. They were smiling there. His arm resting on her shoulder as he ruffled her hair, resulting in an irritated glare as she pushed him off of her.
He missed her. It has been months since he last saw her. He’s been diligent on reading the papers, making sure that her name wasn’t listed as one of the victims through the chaos ensued. She’s always been someone with a brilliant moral compass and determination, and though it is one of the many things he loved most about her, Fred couldn’t help but to feel worried that it might cause her troubles.
“Fred, are you asleep?” George says as he barges in his room, breaking his train of thoughts “We’ve just received a message from Aberforth— Harry’s at Hogwarts. The Order will rendezvous there, we must go.”
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The ringing in his ears was becoming louder. His eyes were watering from the debris, chest tight from the dust and smoke of explosions. Fred was in loss of direction, though there isn’t anyone who’d know the castle better than him, he couldn’t make sense of where to go, only trusting his burning legs to carry him elsewhere. Somewhere the Death Eaters couldn’t find him.
Somewhere between the Astronomy Tower and here, he’d separated with George. He could only hope that his twin is in a better situation than him, found shelter or help to punch the Death Eaters away.
“Expulso!”
Fred’s speed finally decreases as an explosion happens behind him, blasting the Death Eaters that were chasing him away. He stares at the now ruined hallway, panting as he tries to rest his legs and catch a breath.
“Are you alright?” A girl says with worry, placing her hands to his cheeks and analysing his condition “Are you hurt anywhere?”
Fred pants, unable to utter any word. His vision was still blurred. He wasn’t sure he was still alive. Maybe the blast hit him, or he was buried under the ruins of the crumbling hallway, either way would be a better explanation to the sight he’s seeing right now. He could feel her hands scanning his body, trying to see if he was injured anywhere as the lack of words clearly didn’t provide any ease for her.
“Good God, say something, Fred!” She yells, frustrated before turning her heels and pulling his arm to the hallway “Come on, we’ve got to go.”
Now the two of them are running, climbing down the many stairs of The Grand Staircase. They were cornered. More Death Eaters were waiting for them downstairs, still unaware of their upcoming presence. Before they could take their turn and descend further, Fred pulled her away to the smaller corridor and opened a secret passage.
The channel was cramped. Stone walls lit by torches that magically set ablaze as they came in. The tunnel didn’t give her any sense of comfort, noting the eerie air it has and how quiet it is compared to the turmoil happening outside. It was as if they were sucked into a different dimension now.
“We have to get back,” She says with audible pants “We have to help the others.”
“Just give me a second to breathe, Love.” Fred says with a pathetic chuckle, trying to gather his energy back “There were Death Eaters waiting for us down there, we have to go the other way.”
She nods in understanding, finally leaning to the stone walls and letting her guards down for a minute.
Fred stares at her, still slightly crunching down with his hands on his knees. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about her this way, given the grave situation they are currently in, but he couldn’t help but to think of just how blessed he is to be graced with her presence. Her cheeks were flushed, skin laced with sweat that made it seem as if she was glowing. Her hair was unkempt from all the running. She gave a whole new meaning to the word beautiful in his book.
“Quit staring.” She mutters, a little smile tugging on her lips “We don’t have time for an awkward reunion right now.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, “I don’t know whether to be happy or mad.”
“Why would you be mad? I saved your arse just now.”
“I know,” He nods in acknowledgement “I just didn’t exactly have this in mind, Death Eaters and deathly jinx, when I finally meet you again.”
She smiles, finding the situation to be rather ironic also.
She wipes the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves. Her breathing has become steadier, taking out her wand again as if she’s ready to face whatever fight to come. That look of determination is back on her face. Fred could never recall any other time when she looked more courageous than this, but before she went to find the exit to this tunnel, he took her wrist and made her pause on her feet.
“Wait,” He says. Fred’s eyes were filled with uncertainty now. A silent battle is happening in his mind, whether or not he should come clean to her now. The setting was unideal, certainly far from the romantic scenarios he’s planned in his head for years, but there was no guarantee that either of them could come out of this alive and he knew he’d kill himself if he died without telling her how he feels “I need to tell you something.”
Her brows furrow a little, looking at his body to scan for injuries he might not have mentioned before, “Are you hurt?”
“No, no I’m not hurt.” Fred answers fast “It’s about something else. About what I’m feeling– What I have been feeling.. For you.”
“Fred,” She calls softly, taking his hands to hers and squeezing it gently with a smile “I appreciate the sentiment, truly, but you can be really daft sometimes. We have no time for this now.”
He frowns, slightly taken aback at her blunt words.
“I’ve waited years for you to muster up the courage, I deserve a proper confession, don’t you think? Not one done in some dark rotten tunnel like this.” She says with a chuckle. She places a small kiss to his cheek, still smiling warmly at him “Tell me whatever it is you want to tell me once this is all done, alright? I expect some sappy speech and flowers at disposal.”
“I’ll redo this once we’re out but I just have to get the words out now. I need to.” He states firmly “Voldy could wait for another minute, I’m sure the fight would still be there when we get out of this hole.”
Hesitation was still evident in her eyes but she nodded in defeat, staring right back at him with full attention, “Alright.”
“I love you,” Fred starts head on “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, perhaps longer cause I know I’ve been staring at you from afar since the first time I laid eyes on you. My heart is yours, always. And I just— I— Oh, fuck this.”
The lack of words were so frustrating that he caved in to adrenaline and kissed her instead, hoping that the gesture could convey the message better than his rambling. He kissed her desperately, as if he feared he could never do it again. His hands cupped her cheeks, slightly crouching down so she doesn’t have to be on her tippy toes for too long. He kissed her with all the pent up emotions he bottled all these years. Letting it all burst into fireworks that set every inch of his skin ablaze.
They were panting once again as they pulled away. Chest heaving from all the intense emotions. His nose was brushing into hers, forehead touching as they savoured every ticking second. None of them wanted to leave.
“I love you.” He whispered once more “I am utterly, unequivocally, desperately in love with you.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” She replies with a smile “That better not be the last time I hear it.”
Fred chuckles, planting a kiss to her forehead, “Trust me, you’ll tire hearing it once we get out of this.”
“Promise?”
“I swear it.”
She smiles wide, satisfied that all these times spent waiting for him to confess finally comes to an end.
“I’ll find better words to say later.” Fred says tenderly.
“Don’t forget the flowers.”
He chuckles, nodding, “And flowers.”
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