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I don't know about the other requests and your ideias about the "love of my life" storyline, but I can't stop think about marrying young tony and spend the rest of my life with him 🥺 I would like to ask you to add a proposal and wedding (honeymoon sex included 🤤) in your plans (in case you haven't thought about it yet) with bruce and natasha as their best man and maid of honor and very proud parents 🥺

''Hell yeah, I do!''

Pairing | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

Word count | 6.3K

Summary | Life has been good to all of you the last few years, but Tony is preparing to take the next step in your relationship. He decides to propose on a beautiful vacation, and the wedding is an absolute dream, too. It's a perfect beginning to the rest of your lives together.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), shower sex, slight breeding kink, slow, lazy lovemaking, oral (F&M receiving), face riding, fingering, dirty talk, aftercare).

A/n | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! This ended up to be way longer than I anticipated, but I enjoyed every second of this, and I hope you will too! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit goes to @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

A few years have passed, and you both have successfully gotten your Bachelor's degree in Dramatic Acting, though you have decided to go onto another path after graduation.

Tony has found his luck in acting and has been in a few small movies and commercials, but you've decided to become a real estate agent to care for your two little miracle kids.

''Hudson! Orion! Are you ready for dinner?'' you yell from the bottom of the stairs, and it doesn't take long to hear their footsteps upstairs and on the way down.

''Coming, Mommy!'' Orion says, and you wait at the bottom of the stairs to ensure nothing goes wrong, even though they're old enough to take the stairs by themselves.

''What will we be having for dinner tonight?'' Hudson asks, and he looks up at you expectingly for your answer.

''I've made your favorite today if that's okay with you,'' you say as you bend down to kiss him on his head. The two of them happily get ready for dinner when you receive a text from Tony.

< My Love 🩵 > Can we have our FaceTime call a little earlier tonight? I'm having dinner at 7:30 p.m. I'm sorry!

< Sunshine 💛 > No problem, the kids and I are just sitting down for dinner; we'll call you at 7 p.m.!

Tony was happy with your answer, albeit quite nervous. After all, he's having dinner with your Mom tonight because he must ask her something important.

Hudson and Orion sit in their own chairs, and you bring their dinner to them. Tonight is mac and cheese night with dino nuggets and a sweet treat for dessert.

You've also made some extra for yourself since you're used to eating dinner at the same time as them instead of later like you usually did before having them.

They both babble away happily about their day and what they were playing until Orion suddenly lets out a soft sniffle, and your attention is immediately on her.

''What's going on, Babygirl?'' you say as you walk over to her seat and get her out, hopping her softly up and down to calm her down.

''I miss Daddy,'' she says between more sniffles, and your heart breaks for her because you miss him too. He will be back in a few days, but it's always a little more difficult for all of you whenever he is away for extended periods.

''We're going to call Daddy a little earlier today. How does that sound? And after that, we can read a book together before bed,'' you say, but she doesn't want to eat anymore.

Her head falls against your shoulder, and her thumb is in her mouth to soothe herself, so you sit down with her in your lap while you eat your dinner, and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep.

''Mommy? We talk to Daddy?'' Hudson asks, and you nod.

''Yes, Baby. We'll still talk to Daddy,'' you say reassuringly, but Hudson is also getting tired, so by the time it's 6:30 p.m., you have both of them in your lap, half awake for the FaceTime call.

You call him, and Tony is still getting ready for your call at 7 p.m., so his hair is still messy, and he can't find his glasses anywhere, but he picks up regardless.

''Hi Daddy!'' the twins say with small waves, and after a few short answers, they've both wholly fallen asleep in your arms.

''I'll call you right back, okay? I need to put these two to bed real quick,'' you say, and 20 minutes later, you're back, a cup of tea in hand. Tony is looking more decent, too, now that his hair is done and he's wearing his glasses.

''Can't believe you'll be back in 3 more days,'' you sigh with a smile, cradling the cup of tea in your hands as you look at the man you love.

''I know, I miss all three of you, but I know they've been the best babies for my best girl,'' he says, and you try to hide your flushed face behind your mug, but it's not working.

''There's no hiding from me, Sunshine! I'll always find you again, no matter what happens or where we are; I will find you,'' he says, and you get slight tears in your eyes from his words.

''I know, My Love. I love you,'' you say before wiping away tears, and the rest of the time is spent talking about the movie he's working on until he has to go and meet your Mom, though you don't know that.

''I'll talk to you later, Sunshine, and I'm gonna miss all three of you immensely until I'm back!'' he says before you say your last goodbyes, and you get situated on the couch to enjoy your evening with a good book.

Hudson and Orion are usually excellent sleepers, even without Tony being home, so you take full advantage of these hours alone, finally getting through your pile of books you still need to read.

~ Meanwhile, on the other side of the country ~

''Tony, hi!'' your Mom says as she opens the door for him, and he greets her with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers because he has something important to discuss.

''Hi, Virginia, how are you today?'' he asks, stepping inside and taking off his shoes before walking into her small apartment. Since the divorce, she's been living much smaller, but she didn't want the house and opted to live in a small apartment in California instead.

''I'm doing good, even better now that you're here though. Dinner's almost ready, so please have a seat on the couch while I finish,'' she says, and the smell of cauliflower casserole is spreading, and Tony is getting increasingly hungry.

''How's filming going? You're working on a movie not far from here, right?'' Virginia asks, and Tony tells her about the movie; even though he has a relatively minor role, this could be his chance for something bigger.

''Even though I'm more than happy to be filming something like this, I still miss Y/N, Orion, and Hudson. I call them every night, but it's not the same, so I'll be happy to see them again,'' Tony says, and Virginia walks back into the living room with two plates, handing one to Tony.

She doesn't have a dining room, so eating on the couch is the only option, but Tony doesn't mind; he quite likes how cozy it is.

''Virginia, as you may have suspected, I came here for a reason, which is why I came by alone instead of with all four of us,'' he starts as he plays with his food, unsure how to continue as his heart starts beating against his ribcage.

''I did suspect something, yes. And before you ask whatever you want, please know that you can tell and ask me anything, okay?'' she says, and Tony nods before putting his plate down and grabbing something out of his backpack.

''I- uhm, I'm here to... well- I would like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter,'' he stumbles, a deep red color spreading over his cheeks and throat. He opens a small box and shows her the ring he plans to propose to you if he has your Mom's blessing.

The day of Tony's proposal has arrived, and he's planned an entire week of vacation just for this moment. You're on a trip to Florida with the whole family, including Howard, Maria, and Virginia, to complete the entire family.

You're all having a beach day today and you are under the impression that you will all be having dinner together later, but nothing could be further from the truth.

All three grandparents are taking the kids for dinner in the hotel - a buffet with many different kinds of food - while you and Tony are going to a fancier restaurant with an ocean view for your proposal.

But that's all still far in the future because you're trying to find Orion's shoes, which seems impossible.

''Love? Have you seen Orion's slippers anywhere? I swear she just had them, and now they're gone!'' you say as you sit on your knees, looking under the bed.

''No, but I'm gonna ask my Mom if she's seen them, Sunshine,'' he says, and with that, he makes his way to his parents' hotel room, where he has 'hidden' her shoes as a cover.

''Is everything still on track for tonight?'' he asks his parents, and they let him know everything is ready for tonight, and you two will have the entire evening and night to yourselves because the kids will sleep in Viriginia's room tonight.

''Thank you so much, you're both real lifesavers,'' he sighs.

''No, Tony, we're just doing this because you deserve nothing but the best, and Y/N deserves to be treated like an absolute queen, especially after everything the last few years,'' Howard says, and Tony nods in agreement.

When he returns to your shared hotel room, he hears Orion crying, and you're soothing her.

''What happened here, Lovebug?'' Tony asks Orion as he runs into the room; she immediately makes grabby hands at her Dad, who gladly takes her into his arms.

''She stumbled over the small ledge from the bathroom to her, and she hit her knees pretty badly on the floor,'' you say. Tony hugs and soothes her tightly, allowing you to get Hudson ready for the beach.

When Orion has calmed down, and everyone is ready, you all make your way to the beach, ready for a day of playing and fun, but most of all, a day full of relaxation. For you, not Tony. The closer dinner gets, the more on edge he gets.

The afternoon flew by, and Hudson and Orion built many sandcastles and swam countless times in the ocean; you've read your book, and when all the others were in the water, you and Tony had a bit of alone time which was well spent with a small make-out session until your kids came running back.

''Alright, let's get ready to go back to the hotel for dinner!'' you say, and you start packing everything up with the help of your Mom while Tony and his parents get the kids ready.

''How are you enjoying your vacation so far, Buttercup?'' Virginia asks, and you let out a small sigh.

''I love it, but I also miss when it was just me and Tony, you know? It's not a nice thing to say because I love all of you dearly, but I need just some Tony time,'' you say with a small smile, and she nods.

''There's nothing wrong with wanting some alone time. I never had any, and you see where that got me, although I'm delighted I'm here with all of you because if I hadn't divorced your Dad, I wouldn't be here with all of you,'' she says, trying not to cry.

''Oh, Mom, c'mere,'' you say as you pull her in for a big hug, unable to keep your tears back this time.

''Don't cry, Mommy!'' your twins say in unison as they run over to you and your Mom. They wrap their arms around both of you simultaneously, and you can't help but laugh.

After that, everyone returns to the hotel, but Howard and Maria take the twins to their room so you two can get ready together.

''I asked them to take Orion and Hudson for now because I was hoping we could get ready together, maybe have an extra steamy shower together?'' Tony whispers in your ear as you close the door behind you, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

''Sounds perfect,'' you say, and before you know it, you are both naked and standing in the shower, kissing each other with nothing but pure lust and hands wandering everywhere.

''Tony, please, fuck me,'' you beg as his fingers make you fall apart, your arms wrapped around his neck, his lips giving sloppy kisses on your jaw and throat as he pulls one more orgasm for you.

''One more, Sunshine. After this, I'll fuck you so good you'll have trouble walking for the rest of the day,'' he says, and with those words, you're being pulled over the edge into your second orgasm of this shower.

With many loud moans and muffled screams, you let go, and Tony holds you up as he works through your orgasm; he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you against the wall.

''You wanted to get fucked so badly by me; you better be prepared to be split open on my cock. Begging like the fucking cumslut you are for me,'' he groans as he thrusts into you smoothly, making you moan loudly.

You can't bring out a single word as he keeps thrusting into you relentlessly; all you can get out is whimpers and moans as he once more reduces you to a fuckdumb hole for him to use, just the way you like it.

''Hmm, going to fuck another baby into you; you want that? Want me to knock you up again?'' he says, and you nod, letting Tony use you for his pleasure.

After a few more well-angled thrusts, you cum again, and Tony doesn't wait any longer either as he shoots his white ropes of cum deep inside you and captures your lips in a few soft kisses.

''Did so perfect for me, Sunshine. Always such a good girl for me,'' he whispers among other sweet nothings while you come down from your high, and once you're back, he carefully washes you as he keeps showering you with love and praise.

''Are you almost ready to get the rest for dinner?'' you ask Tony as you put on your white floral maxi dress you got for this vacation. He's wearing light shorts and a dark shirt, which suits him well.

''Well, tonight will be just about me and you. I have arranged a dinner for the both of us because I thought we could use a night alone too, and it's a little thank you for taking care of our miracles the way you have the last few years,'' he says as you get up.

You're wearing a pair of white wedges that make you almost as tall as Tony, though he's still a few inches taller.

''A-are you- I mean- what? But I thought-'' and Tony cuts off your train of thought by capturing your lips in a soft kiss, catching you off-guard.

When he pulls away, he places his hands on your cheeks, and yours finds their place on his waist.

''Sunshine, these last few years have been nothing short of perfect, but it's also been hectic, and we've barely had any time alone since the twins were born. I love them to death, but tonight is just about you and me, okay? Our parents have them under control, and we can enjoy this evening without worrying for even a second,'' he says, and a tear escapes your eye, rolling slowly down your cheek.

''Okay,'' you whisper softly, and even though it's hard to leave without your two angels, you still do. Tony takes you to a small restaurant by the beach, and you two are seated outside at a table with a perfect ocean view.

Tony pulls out your chair so you can sit down, and after lifting your dress slightly, you sit down, and he places a small kiss on the crown of your head that has you smiling uncontrollably.

''I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but it feels good to be eating somewhere without the kids, even if it's just for one evening,'' you say, but you immediately regret it as soon as you say it.

''Sunshine, you're not ungrateful at all. I feel the same way; they are absolutely perfect, but it is important to have a date night with just the two of us for once, as well,'' he says as he holds your hands, and you nod in agreement.

''I love you and thank you for tonight. I really appreciate it,'' you say as you give Tony a big smile, and when he smiles back, it's almost like you're teleported back in time to when you were just partners in acting class, and neither of you knew anything about the other person.

''It's still unbelievable how far we've come, huh? From partners in acting class to a beautiful vacation in Florida with our family,'' you say, and Tony can't help but let out a little chuckle.

''Tell me about it. I still can't believe I didn't ask you out earlier,'' he says, and a waiter makes their way to your table just as you're about to respond.

''Welcome to the Beach Side Eatery. Can we get you started with a glass of champagne and a menu?'' the man asks, and his stare lingers on you a little too long for Tony's liking.

''Yes, that would be appreciated, thank you,'' Tony says with a sharp edge to his tone, and the waiter immediately takes his gaze off of you and towards Tony.

You can't help but chuckle as he walks away, though Tony doesn't share that sentiment with you as he keeps staring the waiter down on his way back inside the restaurant.

''I'm glad I'm still good-looking enough to get stared at by waiters,'' you joke, and Tony just shakes his head with a small smirk.

''I'd rather be the only person who will look at you like that for the rest of our lives, but it does feel good to know I have such a beautiful wife by my side,'' he says, but he seemingly doesn't notice the slip of his tongue, though you definitely do.

A light pink dusting creeps onto your cheeks at his words, but you decide not to mention it, although you like the way it sounds. Tony's wife. The thought has you smiling widely, and Tony notices.

''What's on your mind, Sunshine?'' Tony asks as he grabs your hand. You feel your stomach do a few flips, and a jolt of electricity pulses through your body at this touch. Everything feels meant to be.

''I was just thinking about us, about our future, more specifically,'' you say, and Tony gives a small smile in response, knowing he's sitting here with the ring in his pocket right now.

''Here's your champagne, ma'am,'' the waiter says just as Tony is about to respond, and he's getting increasingly more annoyed with his bad timing.

''And your champagne too, sir. I'll go and get your menus and be right back,'' he says before walking off again, leaving you two to your conversation.

''Hey, let's enjoy this night together. We don't get too many of these nowadays, although I wouldn't be opposed to a night out together more often,'' you confess, and Tony agrees.

Your menus are dropped off, and that's when you both grab your glass of champagne, toasting a beautiful evening together; you take a small sip, and it tastes divine.

''Oh, this is the best champagne I've ever had!'' you say, and Tony smirks as he already knew it would be since he decided to splurge a little on this evening and get you the best of the best.

''Everything looks so good on this menu... I can't decide what I want to get,'' you say as you tap your index finger against your lips, which is a habit you've picked up somewhere along the way, and Tony thinks it's one of the cutest things ever.

''Well, how about a seafood dish? We won't find anything fresher than right here,'' he says, and your eyes glide to the seafood section of the menu.

''Hmm, you might be right, My Love. I might go with shrimp pasta since we don't eat it at home anymore,'' you say, thinking back to the time you had to rush Hudson to the hospital and finding out he's highly allergic to every type of seafood.

''Oh, that sounds delicious, Sunshine. I'm going to get the same,'' Tony says, and you both put your menus down to notify them you're ready to order.

When the waiter arrives, he takes up both your orders and refills your champagne glasses, after which you happily take another sip.

The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, apart from a few too many glances from your waiter, but it only boosts your ego, so you don't say anything about it, though Tony does make it clear he doesn't appreciate it.

''Shall we ask for a menu for dessert?'' you offer, but Tony shakes his head and instead starts off a small speech when the music changes. You immediately recognize your song, and a small thought creeps into your brain, though you push it away for now.

''Sunshine, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman and more. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I promise to always make you laugh, to always be there for you when you need me, and to never take you for granted,'' Tony says, and your feeling was completely right.

It isn't until Tony gets up and pulls you up as well that the reality of the situation officially sinks in, and you can't stop the tears from flowing as Tony sinks down on one knee and opens the small velvet box with an engagement ring in it.

''Thank you for being by my side and sharing your life with me because I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he says with tears in his eyes.

''Of course, I will!'' you shriek out from excitement and Tony quickly gets up before crashing his lips onto yours, pulling you flush with his body as your tongues dance together in a dance of love.

When you pull away, you rest your head on his shoulder, and you pull him as close to you as you can, and that's when you suddenly hear people clapping all around you.

''I love you so much, My Love,'' you whisper to Tony as he pulls away this time, ready to slip the ring on your finger.

''I love you more, Sunshine. Or I should say future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says with a big smirk, and you couldn't be any happier.

After you two sat down, you got an amazing dessert that said ''congratulations,'' and you two fed each other bits of it, and you couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening.

When the two of you got back to the hotel room, you didn't waste any time being apart, and the two of you made love for almost the entire evening and night until the sun rose back up.

It was perfect and everything you could have wished for, but you were also very happy to see Hudson and Orion the next morning as they flew into your arms.

''Daddy and I have some amazing news for all of you,'' you say, and you show everyone the ring Tony got you.

''He asked me to marry him!'' you shriek out, and even though all the parents knew already, they're still very excited to see your reaction.

You give Tony one more big kiss as a thank you before you're caught up in a big mess of hugs and congratulations, ready to enjoy the rest of your vacation, but now, as the future Mrs. Stark.

You're ready to walk down the aisle in your white wedding dress. Not with your Dad by your side, because he doesn't even know you're getting married to being with.

Instead, Howard walks you down the aisle after you've explained everything to him, and he feels honored to do this for you. He's like the Dad you never had, and you are incredibly thankful for him.

''Are you ready to walk to the start of your new life?'' Howard asks, and you must try your hardest not to cry right now.

''I am,'' you say, and as if on cue, the music starts, and the doors in front of you open to show a beautiful aisle, all your guests seated on either side, the pathway adorned with white flower petals.

In the front is your Mom to officiate the wedding, and Tony is standing next to her in a beige tuxedo, and of course, his glasses that reflect beautifully in the sun.

Behind Tony is his best man, Bruce, and two other groomsmen; on the other side of your Mom is Natasha and two bridesmaids, ready to burst into tears at any second, just like you.

Maria, Hudson, and Orion are seated in the front row and are now standing up to get a good look at you. Maria is the one who walked Tony down the aisle after your twins made their debut first, and now all they have to do is wait for you.

''Wow,'' Tony blurts out at the sight of you, and you slowly stride your way forward, over the white flower petals, between your guests, and on your way to your future husband.

Tony has to wipe away a few tears as he sees you slowly walking over to him, and you have to try your hardest not to cry yourself. You two haven't seen each other since yesterday afternoon, and it has been the most challenging 24 hours without him.

The closer you get, the more butterflies you're getting, and it's hard not to fly around Tony's neck and kiss him senseless right here and right now.

When you reach the front of the aisle, Howard gives your hand to Tony with a promise.

''Promise me always to take care of her and your children. I know they are already your everything, but this will only grow with the years. Love them unconditionally, and you will receive it right back,'' Howard says, and with those words, he lets you go, and Tony guides you to your spot after you give your bouquet to Nat.

Your Mom has written an original speech, and you almost peed yourself from laughter, but now it's time for the ring exchange.

''Do you, Tony, take Y/N to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?''

''I absolutely do.''

''Do you, Y/N, take Tony to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?''

''Hell yeah, I do!''

The entire crowd bursts out in laughter at your exclamation, and when your Mom officially pronounces you two married, you lock lips in a sweet, tender kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs despite it being a slow and loving one.

For the rest of the evening, you're constantly surrounded by everyone you know, and Orion hasn't stopped telling you how beautiful your dress is.

''Mommy! I love your dress, and I can't wait to wear one just like it once I get married,'' she says, but you don't want to think about that yet.

''May I have this dance?'' Howard asks after you've calmed down a little from all the excitement.

''Of course, Howard,'' you say, and you get up, letting him lead the way to the middle of the dance floor as a bit of a slower song starts to play.

''Tony told me you were disappointed not to have a father-daughter dance at your wedding, so I'm fulfilling your wish. I see you as my daughter, after all, so I'd be more than happy to take that place,'' he says, and you hug him in the middle of your dance as a thank you and to hide your tears.

You look over to Tony and shoot him a kiss through the air, and he smiles in appreciation as you continue dancing.

''Thank you, Howard, for everything you and Maria have done all these years, not just for me and Tony but also for the twins. They love you and Maria so much, and I love you both deeply, too,'' you say, and Howard places a kiss on your temple in appreciation.

''Welcome to the family, Y/N,'' Howard says as the song ends and you're reunited with your husband.

''Thank you for telling him, Tony. It really means a lot to me, and I will be forever grateful,'' you say before pulling him in for a hug, and his lips find your forehead, as he's unable to talk right now.

When the evening is over, you and Tony get to the bridal suite of the hotel you're staying at, and you two have a passionate first night of lovemaking as husband and wife.

Tony can't stop telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while you're unable to say anything, as he's reduced you to a moaning, whining mess underneath him for most of the night.

A few days later, you find yourself in a beautiful beachside hotel in Fiji, next to your husband, as you both just woke up. You've gotten out of bed and opened the big doors leading to your rooftop terrace, and a slight breeze blows through the room.

''Good morning, Sunshine,'' Tony says in a gruff voice as he turns over and pulls you into his side, wanting to have you as close as possible for every second.

This first week, you'll be here with just the two of you and the second week, your family will join you for a nice week-long vacation, after which life will return to normal again.

''Mornin', My Love,'' you say as you put your leg over Tony's thigh and scoot even closer. His hand ghosts over your back until it finds your ass, and without warning, he lands a spanking on it, making you squeal from surprise.

''Tony!'' you scold him as you sit up, but he doesn't give you much chance as he pulls you onto his chest, his member already poking at your entrance.

''Somebody's excited this morning, huh?'' you say, and your lips find each other, tongues immediately slipping in and fighting for dominance. You're both taking in every single second of this week while you're alone, having sex as much as you can.

This morning isn't any different, and as Tony pulls away from your kisses, he orders you to sit on his face so he can eat you out just the way you like.

You obey immediately, and as soon as his tongue licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit you're a complete goner on top of him.

Moans of his name fall off your lips as you rut against his face, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he keeps your legs apart for the best access.

''P-please, need to cum!'' you beg, and Tony listens to your pleas, making you cum on his face without much effort, and you grab the headboard to steady yourself as he works you through your orgasm.

''Tony, fuck! Feels good,'' you whimper as he's bordering on overstimulation, but he stops at the right moment and guides you back down, cradling you until you're coming down from your high with lots of praise.

Suddenly you reach out for his cock, and you stroke it leisurely a couple of times, and you whisper in his ear how badly you want to make him feel so good.

''Let me suck your cock until you cum down my throat, and after, I'll let you fuck another baby in me,'' you whisper, and Tony turns bright red at the idea.

You settle between his legs and start by licking a stripe from the base to the tip before taking it in your mouth and suckling softly.

''Oh, fuck, that's it, Sunshine,'' Tony breathes out, and you take more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, one of your hands massaging his balls, the other interlaced with his.

''You like sucking this dick, huh? Such a good cockslut for me, sucking me like that, letting me use all your holes like a little fucktoy,'' Tony says, and his back arches and you take all of him in your mouth, gagging around his length, which only spurs him on.

''Fuck, that's it, choke on this dick until I cum,'' he grits out, and you do just that until he shoots it down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop, his free hand keeping your head down as it's fisted into your hair.

When you finally let up, you take in a couple of deep breaths as the oxygen rushes back into your lungs, but you would be lying if you said you aren't turned on beyond belief right now.

You crawl back up to Tony and let him taste himself on your tongue before he gently guides you onto your back, spreads your legs for him to fit right in between them, and lines up with your entrance.

''Hm, you're nice and wet for me, Sunshine. Might fuck a baby into you this time, would you like that? Want to be nice and round again for me?'' he asks, and you nod slowly; you would love nothing more than for him to give you another baby.

After sliding through your folds a couple of times, he slides into your soaking cunt, and the groans he lets out are beyond this world, and your moans are so delicious he has to try his hardest not to cum right away.

''So perfect for me, such a glorious pussy to fuck. It always feels so good when I slide home,'' and your nails leave red marks on his back as he slides in, the pleasure feeling so good.

''Oh, yes!'' you say as he starts moving.

''Fuck a baby into me, Tony, please,'' you say, but he keeps a nice, slow pace that makes you go crazy. You keep bucking up your hips for more friction, but you're stopped each time.

''Want to make love to you first, Sunshine. Want to make love to my gorgeous wife, and when you've cum a couple of times, I'll use you as my perfect fucktoy and pump you so full of my cum it'll be dripping out, and then I have to fuck it right back into you,'' Tony whispers in your ear, and that's all you need to cum for the first time.

Your moans are getting louder and louder, but neither of you cares; the entire world is allowed to know how good your husband makes you feel.

He keeps this pace until his thumb swipes over your sensitive clit a couple of times, and you squeeze his cock so good he almost cums right with you, but he manages to hold out long enough for now.

''Doing so perfect for me, Sunshine,'' he says as he slips out and puts you on your hands and knees, lining up behind you and thrusting in again with a sharp thrust, and it has you whining loudly as the pleasure courses through your veins.

''Such a gorgeous fucktoy for me right now, letting me fuck this pussy until it's wrecked and overflowing with my cum,'' Tony says as his hips thrust against your ass relentlessly, fucking you into the mattress.

This time it doesn't take long for him to cum, and he shoots it deep inside you with a loud groan before pulling out, and he falls beside you, quickly pulling you onto his chest as you both come down from it.

He keeps whispering endless praise as he rubs slow figures onto your back, letting you enjoy his warmth as you lie on his chest.

''Shall we take a bath together, Sunshine? You can relax those sore muscles a little bit there,'' he says, and you nod, so he leaves you in the bed as he prepares the bath with your favorite scented oil you got here in Fiji.

''Ready?'' he asks, and when you confirm, he picks you up and steps carefully into the bath, sitting down and placing you onto his lap, letting you lean into him.

He softly rubs every inch of your skin from your thighs to your hips, waist, and chest, paying a little more attention to your nipples before moving onto your shoulders and arms.

''I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to see our beautiful babies again in a few days,'' he says, to which you wholeheartedly agree. This week alone with Tony is absolute heaven, but having Hudson and Orion with you will make it perfect.

''I love you too, My Love,'' you say, and you turn your head to capture his lips in a soft, sweet kiss before snuggling into him again while he feeds you some strawberries and pieces of exotic fruit.

Life is perfect right now, and you can't wait to see how the rest of your life will turn out. Though it will be a lot more fun with Tony as your husband, that's for sure.

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rowniebow · 1 year

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and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 3/7

summary: microwave, pancakes, and a mother.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: death and cursing but idk does there really need to be a cw for cursing

word count: 2.9k+

an: i hope someone is liking this as much as i am haha...

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"what is this?"

you glanced over your shoulder and the back of the couch to find peter sitting at the island of your shared kitchen staring at the television screen. you wondered when he got there and how you didn't notice him watching with you.

"a movie."

"what movie?" he rolled his eyes a bit at your response.

"forest gump," you shoved the popcorn you had made into your mouth. "you've never seen it?"

"no, why?"

"it's a classic!"

"aunt may and uncle ben weren't the biggest on family movie nights."

you shrugged a little, and patted the seat next to you on the couch. when he sat and made himself comfortable, you silently offered the popcorn to him, which he denied.

the last half of the movie that he had joined you for was enjoyed by the two of you in a comfortable silence.

when the movie finally ended, peter glared at the credits. "that was nice, i guess, but why is it a classic? it's no star wars or lord of the rings-" his eyes fell away from the scrolling words and onto your slouched body.

your body uncomfortably drooped over itself, your chin falling to your chest. peter almost winced from the pain it looked like your neck would be in if you stayed like that for much longer.

he, gentle and smooth as ever, slowly snuck the popcorn bowl from your hands and quietly sat it on the coffee table. he fetched a pillow and throw blanket from your room, propping the pillow on the arm of the couch. he gently pushed you over and onto the couch into a more comfortable fashion, hand on the side of your face to monitor how fast you fell onto the pillow. he laid the blanket out over your body, tucking you in and silencing the television before it could wake you.

he let out a heavy sigh when he watched you cuddle yourself into the couch-bed he had made you. he was practically sweating trying to make it all okay enough for you. he glared at the time, finding it to be awfully late, as per usual with him.

he tip-toed his way to his own bedroom, his sights lingering on you from his doorframe.

⭒⭒

peter awoke on a bright sunday morning to find you at the island, enjoying a bowl of extremely sugary cereal that he remember very vividly criticizing you for, even though it was his guilty pleasure cereal and he just so happened to be trying to eat better at that moment and was just mad that they stayed tempting him in the cupboard.

"these are so bad for you, y/n."

"you say that like i care."

"well- you should! your body is a vessel. everyone should take care of their body."

"if you're seriously trying to talk me into eating plain ass cheerios with you... some battles you have to fight on your own, peter, and your bland cereals is one of them."

"i'm not! i just think you should be more mindful of your cereals."

"you only live once, parker."

"you won't be living long at all with that big ass bowl."

today, peter thought, he'd join you in the short happy life club with your unhealthy cereal and got himself a bowl.

"oh, peter!"

"yes?" he spoke absentmindedly as he poured himself the cereal then milk groggily.

"i've been forgetting to tell you all week: i have to leave soon for a while. i'm not sure when i'll be back but i shouldn't be too long."

peter couldn't help but let his neck snap so he could look you in the eyes. neither of you had gone any where for an extended period of time since you two moved in.

"what? where are you going?"

"ah, my mom is sick in a hospital in jersey, so i'm gonna go be with her."

peter looked over your face, jaw nearly dropping at your unmoving features. "y-your mom is in the hospital? i'm sorry, are you okay?" his voice was weirdly soft, a caring part of him you hadn't seen before

you almost laughed at his words, "yeah, i'm fine, thanks."

peter thought over your actions for a moment. he quickly came to the realization that this was, yet another thing, that he didn't know anything about of his roommate of nearly seven months now. frankly, he didn't even know you had a mom. he assumed not since you told him you've been moved out since so young. did you have a dad, too?

"w-what is she sick with?"

you looked up at peter. seemingly shocked at his interest.

"she - well, she's had cancer for a year or two now. the doctors told me she's on her way out." peter looked at you and your features, at how nonchalant you were despite the gravity of this conversation. he looked as though he were studying you with wonder under a microscope. "i shouldn't be gone more than a week."

peter wanted to ask why you seemed to not care so badly.

you were tempted to tell him without him verbally asking (his expression really gave away his thoughts).

you only smiled, though, deciding to play oblivious.

and peter saw your smile, your genuine smile, and let his thoughts move along to the fact that you'd be gone for about a week.

you would be gone.

peter expected himself to be giddy at the thought of the apartment all to himself. he expected to have butterflies in his stomach out of excitement for you to be no where around for days straight.

he furrowed his eyebrows, however, when he felt his stomach swell with sickness at the thought. his chest became heavy and suddenly it was as though he was heaving to breathe.

you would be gone.

"are you already packed, then?"

"yes,"

"are you going to catch a cab to the airport?"

"yes,"

"do you want me to come with?"

"come with me to see my mother die?"

"sure! or just the cab ride, if you want?"

silence.

"for safety, of course."

"i think i can handle myself, pete. thanks, though."

peter's eyebrows were knitted together, creases clawed at his skin.

"are you-," you giggled to yourself a bit. "is peter parker going to miss me?"

"fuck no. i'm going to be living my dream while your gone!" lies.

"oh yeah?"

"for sure. i'm going to bring all my friends over and we'll party and make a mess on your bed." lies.

"really now?"

"absolutely." lies. lies lies!

"okay, i'm sure excited to hear about all zero of your friends hanging out and making a mess out of my bed when i get back."

you gathered your dishes and washed your bowl and spoon.

"i'll see you when i get back! have a good time with your zero friends!"

"yeah, whatever." he grumbled.

your footsteps disappeared down the small entrance hallway and out of the door along with your voice wishing one last goodbye.

peter looked around the now empty and silent apartment.

the time was two twenty-three, mid afternoon. he had woken up a lot later than usual, a lot later than you and he could tell.

the apartment was practically spotless. dishes, done and put away (other than the bowl and spoon you used). floor, swept and vacuumed. couch, fluffed pillows and peter's favorite throw blanket sat along the back. coffee table, wiped down and television remotes sat symmetrical with the sides. the microwave, still dirty but he was well aware of the silent protest you two had over it so he never considered that.

you went through the effort of cleaning the apartment so it would be nice for him while he was gone.

peter finally groaned into the silence. it had been less than a minute and it was already unbearable.

and that pissed him off.

he couldn't go one minute without you here in the apartment. jesus christ. he made his way to his room, ready to angrily blast his comfort playlist, abandoning his forgotten bowl of sugar on the counter.

⭒⭒⭒

throughout the week you were gone, peter was angry.

he found himself yelling into his mattress when he found himself craving the song you always play on repeat. he found himself yelling even more when he couldn't remember the name of it, and he was not about to text you to ask.

he found himself sitting at the island alone, grimacing at the taste of his pancakes because they were so bad compared to yours. he didn't know what he did wrong to make them so bad, he used the exact same two dollar box mix that you did.

he found himself sneaking into your room to light the candle that you always had going, that was very against the rules your landlord set for your apartment and peter always scolded you about but you never listened. ("parker if you think that man gives a shit about anything other than our rent you are insane,").

he found himself rewatching movies he had never seen before living with you. forest gump, wizard of oz, home alone. you judged him a lot for not seeing these before. you even watched some of the horror films, despite not liking horror, just because they were your favorite.

and peter? man, peter was mad. the thought never left his mind: why does he want you home so bad? were you truly that big of an improvement in his life?

maybe peter was just sad that he had to be alone. oh, but he never really had problems being alone before.

he wanted to scream! he missed you. horribly.

⭒⭒⭒⭒

on the seventh day of your absence, peter had grown worried.

you said not more than a week, hadn't you?

are you for sure going to be back today then?

did something happen?

should he check the news?

were you okay?

his eyes were glued to the news on the television for hours. his lips were gnawed raw.

he, honestly, hadn't even realized you were consuming his thoughts. he went about his day as if this new found obsession was a daily occurrence for him.

in some ways, perhaps it was.

the way you sat on his shoulder in the grocery store, imaginary nagging running through his mind as he sorted through the ice cream flavors.

the way you always seemed to be haunting him in the pictures he captured for work. behind the building, on the power lines, sitting in that empty chair.

the way you cling to his back while he swung through the skies at night. were you going to be up waiting for him all night again (the answer is always yes.)? should he go home early? he knows you have a big day at work tomorrow.

peter didn't think anything of this, though. i mean, you were constantly around him. the two of you, even if it wasn't always positive, never ceased your conversations.

in the mornings rolling your eyes over breakfast.

in the afternoons on the weekends, struggling to deal with whatever rash temperature new york brought into your shitty run down apartment.

up late at night, struggling to watch a movie and instead pointing out annoyances within each other.

it's only natural that you were always in his mind.

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on the ninth day that you were gone, peter had made his decision.

after many hours of careful consideration and contemplation, he has decided to text you.

a small sentence. maybe two. nothing fancy.

nothing to show you at all what has been consuming him the last week.

"are you coming home soon?"

no, no! that's too... desperate, he thought.

"hey, did your trip get extended?"

ew! that 'hey' is too much, good lord.

"come back i need you to go to the store"

...no, that might be a bit too mean.

peter was practically pulling his hair out. why was he so nervous about a simple text, he'd never know. he let his phone fall next to his head, a loud groan pounding it's way through his lips.

he glared at the ceiling of his room, his bedroom door open as if he expected you to come in complaining any moment now.

after several moments of staring at the popcorn textured white sky, he shakily picked his phone back up.

"you okay? thought it was only going to be a week?"

his eyebrows were knitted together at his words. he wasn't happy with them, but he was satisfied.

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you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and lord have mercy on whoever was texting you right now. who could be bothering to interrupt your peace with your self in this one, small moment? a small moment that was meant for you and no one else? a small moment where you could let yourself be?

tears threatened your eyes in frustration as you breathed calming breaths. a shakey hand reached into your pocket, lines of vulgar thoughts running through your head.

peter parker: "you okay? thought it was only going to be a week?"

you nearly threw your phone out of fright. since when did peter text you? you two basically only had each other's information in case of emergency.

was this an emergency? you didn't think so.

you supposed it could have been. you did say a week. peter was probably thinking you had died in some tragedy because of your lack of contact.

your breath stopping nearly choked you.

peter was texting you? he was thinking about you? about when you'd be back?

no, certainly he just hasn't been cleaning or needs groceries. maybe he really did follow through with his threat and was trying to have people over.

what were you to say back, though?

"sorry, i meant to text you-"

no you didn't, don't lie! you didn't think he was giving a second thought about when you'd be back.

"i’m all good, thank you for asking!-"

no, no! thank you for asking? what kind of bullshit fake ass response is that.

"oh i'm great. mother died, see you soon."

you chuckled to yourself a bit at the thought of that one. you personally would laugh at the blatancy but you supposed most people wouldn't appreciate the sour attempt at a joke.

you tapped the phone on your head, attempting to knock a socially acceptable response out of it. a shaken breath concluded your thoughts, assuring yourself that whatever response given would be brushed over, anyway.

"my fault! i'll be home late tomorrow"

yeah, yeah, for sure. that's very cool, calm, and collected of you. very mature response. absolutely doesn't let anything on at all.

you escaped the broom closet you were hiding in. you left your small moment.

you left your one small moment of peace with your self. a small moment that was meant for you and no one else. a small moment that was meant for being alone, and was infiltrated by peter parker, all the way from new york.

and you weren't mad.

maybe even glad.

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it was extremely late when the door to your apartment creaked open (a new issue about the shit hole to try and solve).

peter had decided to stay home to greet you when the clock struck nine at night and you still weren't back yet. he and decided to refrain from his nightly endeavors.

so when the door creaked open after he had passed out on the couch to the sound of car alarms going off on the street below and light tapping against the window, his sensitive ears perked up and his dizzy body came with them.

he sat up alarmed and saw you immediately (thank god for the front door being a straight shot from the couch).

he saw your tired eyes and new creases between your brows.

he saw your chewed lips that were too similar to his own.

he saw your drenched clothes from the pouring rain and your wet hair.

he saw you as your whole and full self and wanted to run and scoop you up in his arms.

but he refrained, of course.

"h-hey!" he watched you struggle through the door with your small suitcase.

"hi, pete,"

"how was your trip?"

you laughed a bit. you would hardly consider that shit show a trip. "it was fine. did you have your friends over?"

peter saw your tired smile and couldn't help but smile too. "oh yeah, your room is totally trashed."

"great," your dropped everything in the small kitchen. a sigh escaping your lips as you rummaged through the fridge that was oddly full.

peter watched you pull out a box of left over pizza he had the day before... for breakfast.

he missed your pancakes a lot.

"how was your mom?"

"oh, she-you know. passed. that's why i was staying longer than i thought. her funeral was yesterday."

peter didn't understand you. how you were speaking so casually about the death of someone who you were close to - who he assumed you had been close to. but he wanted to understand.

you obviously weren't that close based off of your actions. maybe you were in shock, he thought.

"i’m-i’m sorry to hear that," he tensely watched you, anxiety dropping like a pit when you went to throw your pizza in the microwave.

"yeah- did you-?" you stared into the microwave. "did you clean the microwave?" your eyebrows were furrowed and your face was only accusatory. as if it upset you.

"yeah, i got tired of it." and hand shot up to scratch the hairline on his neck.

"oh, okay," you started the microwave and watched the seconds count down. peter went to say something but you spoke again.

"thanks,"

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peter cleaned the entire apartment, and the microwave, for you as soon as you said you'd be home the next day.

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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i loved the pose reactions sm! are you possibly able to do the twst boys reaction to reader having a lot of anxiety due to a big test coming up please?

I don’t normally do ones for every twst boy but I’ll make an exception because I’m susceptible to flattery smfhskfhkshf /t

Anyway each section will probably be short but yeah! I got you. Also I’m writing this under the assumption that the reader is a first year

Twst Boys When You’re Anxious About A Test

characters: everyone

Cw// none :D

Riddle

Riddle “Rose Of The Classroom” Rosehearts will GLADLY help you study if you’re anxious for a test. This comes at a price though because he may tell you he’s a patient teacher, but he is a Liar. On the other hand, you WILL get a hundred percent on your test and he will treat you to a tart and some tea afterward so. 5/10 mildly traumatizing but effective

Trey

He has study cards from when he was learning that and you do drills for like an hour. If that doesn’t work he sends you to Riddle. 6/10 he’s not that helpful

Cater

He’ll google the answers for you and then quiz you on them. If you get something wrong he just tells you what it is and has you write it in your notebook. 8/10 he’s not a great tutor but he’ll help with the anxiety

Ace

Tells you all the wrong information as a joke but when he begins to girlboss too close to the sun he’ll take it back and tell you (what he thinks are) the real answers. It should be noted if you’re nervous for a test he’s also nervous because he’s a slacker 4/10 an asshole

Deuce

Also nervous, ends up doing an impromptu study session with you the night before. He makes hot cocoa and steals some of trey’s coffee rolls and you two have a good time studying and talking. He’s the king of finding roundabout ways to study (pneumonics, doodling notes, singing little songs, audiobooks, etc) so if studying via drilling doesn’t work he’s honestly best bet. 9/10 most pleasant person to study with and you end up getting a good grade too!

Leona

He will not help you study but he will help with the anxiety. Kind of. He hands you a fidget toy and then takes a nap and uses you as a pillow. Being forced to sit still for an extended period of time gives you a long while to a) calm down and b) rethink everything you’ve learned and check it twice. If you’re really anxious for something like an exam, he’ll send one of the froshes from the dorm that does well to tutor you, or if you really really tug on his heartstrings, he might write a quick study guide on a napkin and hand it to you. 4/10 he’s not really helpful unless you’re like, seriously distressed

Ruggie

He’s more likely to just tell you to chill and that it’s not a big deal than anything else. He might be inclined to help you study (he’s so fuckin smart dude) if you’re willing to pay a price. The price is food feed him something and he’ll tell you whatever so long as he’s still eating. The second he’s done he’s out of there. 2/10 he’s got the brains but he is anti sharing-is-caring

Jack

A good boy who would love to help you study! He does his best in classes so he’s genuinely helpful and doesn’t ask for anything in return! 9/10

Azul

He can totally help you with that, just, yknow. You can’t get something for nothing. So he’ll give you one of his illustrious study guides and a shoulder to lean on so long as you’re willing to pay the price… 7/10

Jade

Literally Azul’s right hand man. He could help you…but he’ll probably just say you should talk to Azul. If you’re really important to him, he might make you a cup of tea and let you vent for a bit. Probably won’t help you study unless it’s something that interests him, sorry. 6/10

Floyd

He might help you study, he might tell you it’s boring and then basically kidnap you. He’s a great anxiety relief though, because you will soon forget your troubles when he’s excitedly showing you his dance moves or squeezing you close (and tight enough to break your ribs. You won’t have to do the test if you’re in the infirmary though!) 8/10

Kalim

He’s also anxious about the test. He doesn’t know what’s on it or what he’s going to do. You both will be having an anxiety attack by the end of it 1/10

Jamil

“I’d help you but I have to help Kalim. I guess you can come sit in on our tutoring, as long as you stay quiet.” He is so tired man but he’ll help out when he has time. 8/10 he will probably tell you to stfu at least once

Vil

He’s a lot like Riddle in the sense that you WILL ace the test and probably be miserable during the study session. What differs them is that if you get too distressed, he’ll help you calm back down. 9/10 he didn’t mean to make you cry sorry potato

Rook

Why do you want to go to him? Well, it’s actually not a bad idea because he would LOVE to help you study. Helps you study for hours on end until you get it. Is incredibly patient and explains things in different ways until you understand what he means. Shows you the practicality of the study. 10/10 he’s an excellent study partner

Epel

0/10 he doesn’t know what’s going on or how to comfort you. You will end up comforting him and you will both probably fail the test tbh

Idia

He doesn’t know how to help emotionally and probably runs away. If he does help you study, he’s nervous and fumbling over his words the whole time. His information is sound but his delivery is confusing. 6/10 he’s trying

Ortho

Tells you the answers because he doesn’t know better. 11/10 most helpful

Malleus

He didn’t know there was a test but he’s studying for it now! You two will probably sit in comfortable silence, studying independently but near each other, maybe exchanging a few questions back and forth. He probably has refreshments available for you and is genuinely just enjoying your company. Super calming to be around (if you’re not scared of him, which, if you went to him for this, you probably aren’t.) 9/10

Lilia

Hit or miss because if it’s for history he might tell you something that’s not on the tests/in the textbooks and then you might accidentally get a mark down for it. If it’s for anything else though, he’s a patient teacher (and a father) so you’ll probably get high marks! He might also offer you refreshments and it will ruin the vibe a little but don’t be rude he cares about you. 8/10 two points off for his shitty, well meaning cooking

Silver

Great for anxiety relief, bad for studying. He’s a certified narcoleptic which means studying is mostly gonna be spent on trying to keep him awake. If you have an endless amount of coffee then he’s a lot better as a study partner and is genuinely smart. He’s trying his best to help even if it’s a little bit of a struggle, but it’s a good time anyway. 8/10 he’s a sweetie

Sebek

He pays a lot of attention in class and unless you make it explicitly clear you need comfort, he will probably help and hinder at once. Probably yells (accidentally?) or makes fun of you when you don’t know something. If he goes too far and you get mad or start crying, he softens so fast it’s incredible. 4/10 you take -100 emotional damage

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laxmiree · 1 year

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[CN] MLQC Lucien's Training and Pampering Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

“When I forgot to eat because I was too busy at work, MC would also "sternly lecture" me…”

“But she does it because she wants me to take care of myself, so she expresses this concern more directly.”

“Purr, I'll tell you a secret - I actually like MC's "lecture".”

Translation under the cut!

(T/N: I translated the pet name (咕噜) as Purr)

MC: Purr, shake hands!

In the sunlit bedroom, I looked at the snow-white kitten in front of me and eagerly extended my hand.

After gazing at me for a minute, Purr lazily lay down on the ground and licked his paws.

MC: No, no, no, I'm not telling you to get down. I'm saying shake hands... So for the next move, Purr, ring the bell!

I rang the bell in front of him again, but Purr didn't seem to hear it and rolled over on the ground.

I helplessly and dotingly stroked his belly and comforted myself in my heart.

No matter how eager I am to "raising this child", I can't be in a hurry to achieve success.

This little slacker named "Purr" is my college roommate's kitten.

Initially, my old roommate wanted to take him to an audition for a pet show, but I was given full responsibility because of a temporary emergency.

The show aims to display the love between pets and their owners, so I wanted to train Purr to perform some specific action to show our tacit understanding, but…

MC: Why are you still can't learn these actions after so many days of training?

I was a little frustrated, I had already studied many "cat training" methods, but there was a minimal effect. Not much time left before the audition…

MC: Purr, let's try harder. We can definitely do it, yeah?

I picked him up and brushed his head, but Purr yawned dramatically.

"Knock-knock-"

??: Hasn't the class ended yet?

We were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

When I heard the sound, I saw that the door was already pushed open, and Lucien was leaning against the door and smiling at me.

I felt so happy as if I had finally seen a ray of light. I couldn't wait to "complain" to him.

MC: Lucien-

After listening to my ‘tragic’ story, Lucien stifled his smile as he nodded his head.

Lucien: So, you feel like you've reached a bottleneck with Purr's training. And hope that I can give you some advice?

MC: That's right!

When he saw the hope rekindled in my eyes, Lucien smiled and sat down beside me.

Lucien: MC seems to have forgotten that I'm not very good with kittens either. What if I can't give you any helpful advice?

His helpless tone reminded me of his cluelessness when dealing with stray kittens. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

(T/N: a reference to helpless date)

MC: [laugh] Then you should stay here with me so that I can be fully charged~

I let go of Purr and threw myself into Lucien's arms, where he caught me with such familiarity and patted me on the back, silently comforting and encouraging me.

(T/N: MC 'recharging' herself by hugging Lucien is a reference from 'Arriving Within a Crowd' MQ 🥺 )

After a long time, he suddenly spoke.

Lucien: Since this is a kitten's training, is it perhaps also an act of teaching?

MC: So what Professor Lucien means is… Do you know the best way for me to learn about teaching?

Lucien tacitly curved the corners of his lips.

Lucien: MC, how many times did you give Purr a lesson today?

MC: About five or six times, but why do you ask?

Lucien: In my experience, student motivation levels vary from time to time…

Lucien: I wonder if it would be the same in kittens?

Lucien opened the notebook on the coffee table and took out a pen.

Lucien: For example, is there any difference in Purr's cooperativeness during the morning, noon, and night time?

Lucien: If you rate its activeness on a scale of "1 - 10", how many points would you give to each of these periods?

I was a bit confused by the series of questions, but I answered them one by one according to my fuzzy memory, and Lucien also cooperated by drawing something on the paper.

The sunlight fell and cast his downcast eyes, forming small shadows on his cheeks. He looks very focused. I was curious and leaned over at him.

MC: What are you drawing?

I rested my chin on his shoulder, Lucien's shoulders sank, and his hand uncontrollably misdrew a stroke. He helplessly tapped my forehead with the pen.

Lucien: I'm trying to translate your answer into visual data.

I look at the axis under Lucien's pen, the "X" axis is the time, and the "Y" axis is the activity.

And the answers I just gave were drawn as a single dot. Lucien's lips are slightly pursed, and he connects the dots in clean, straight lines.

I blinked and understood something.

MC: Are you trying to use the graphic to analyze when is Purr at his most active period?

Lucien: Mmm. I thought it might be better to train Purr at his most active state.

Lucien: Strictly speaking, this table is not very rigorous, and the data is not precise, but it can give us some reference in urgent situations.

After thinking for a moment, I nodded in agreement.

MC: I see… So is there any way to motivate the kitten?

MC: For example, what would you do if a student gets sleepy in class?

Lucien was slightly stunned and slowly spoke.

Lucien: Frankly, my students are very attentive in class, and I seldom encounter anything like that.

MC:...

Seeing my momentary pause, he couldn't hold back his chuckle.

Lucien: But when I was a student, teachers usually told fun facts to get the students' attention.

MC: Fun facts? Like what?

He lifted his chin and seemed to be thinking hard about it.

Lucien: For example- "A day on Venus is equal to a year on Earth.

Lucien: Also, the rains on the Earth are water, but on some planets, the rains are diamonds due to the influence of methane in the atmosphere...

MC: ?

As if noticing my expression, Lucien tilted his head and looked at me.

Lucien: What's wrong?

MC: … I have a legitimate suspicion that your understanding of the word "fun" is inaccurate.

Lucien chuckled softly and pinched my puffy cheek.

Lucien: Anyway, whether it's a fun fact or something else, essentially, it's about doing something that will interest the other person and give them a short break.

Lucien: Once you've relaxed, you'll be more motivated to study.

MC: So. Interesting things huh...

I mumbled thoughtfully. I suddenly thought of something and made a "raising hand" gesture.

MC: Professor Lucien, I have a proposal.

Lucien: Go ahead.

MC: After spending a few days with Purr, I learned a lot of details about him and some of his small quirks.

MC: For example, what kind of snacks he likes to eat, which parts he wants for petting-

MC: I can write them all down… Maybe it will help with the rest of the training?

Lucien raised his eyebrows, his lips curved up.

Lucien: Okay, I'll leave it to you, teacher MC.

As if receiving some encouragement, I scribbled down the characteristics of Purr's preferences on a piece of paper.

Lucien's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise as he stroked Purr, who was sleeping peacefully on the ground.

Lucien: This little guy is lucky to have a little teacher who knows him so well.

Lucien: Thanks to the MC, I think the rest of our training will go much smoother.

MC: 'Our training'?

MC: Does Professor Lucien plan to train Purr with me?

Lucien: Aren't you happy to welcome me in?

MC: Of course! I can't be any happier~

The warmth of Lucien's hand in my palm instantly filled my heart with energy and anticipation.

I happily picked the notebook up and waved it around.

MC: In that case, this notebook will serve as a training manual for us, two novice cat trainers.

With Lucien on board, Purr's training became much more manageable and smoother than when I was on my own.

Purr also seems to like his new "teacher", who is gentle and patient, and although he still occasionally cheats and slacks off, he is more cooperative.

Time flowed like water, and soon came the day of the audition.

Despite some fumbling movements in front of the judges, Purr's silly gestures were very appealing in the bright, spacious room.

As Lucien and I breathed a sigh of relief, one of the judges suddenly gave a puzzled "Huh" and frowned at Purr's paws.

Judge: Did your owner not cut your nails? It must be hard for this little guy…

My heart suddenly sank, and when I was about to check, there was a sudden barking sound next to me.

??: Woof! Woof!

A large dog jumped through the window with a ferocious look. Purr instantly arched his back uneasily, and his fur stood straight.

I quickly reached out to pick up Purr, but before I could pull the leash, Purr jumped off the table and ran out the door in a huff!

Lucien and I immediately went after him, but Purr was like a drop of water in the sea, instantly disappearing in the corridor full of people.

We rushed to the surveillance room to check the CCTV footage but discovered that the screen was crammed with heads. We could only vaguely see a white figure running to the left corridor.

Lucien: Don't worry. The security here is very strict. If Puff ran out of the building, there would be staff who would see him.

Lucien held my hand reassuringly.

MC: But where is he going…

Thinking of Purr's frightened appearance just now, my heart twisted up with anxiety.

Lucien looked around, suddenly discovered something, and pointed to the map on the wall beside him.

Lucien: Let's think about where he's most likely to go.

I looked in the direction of his finger and saw the map with the location of all the rooms on this floor.

Seeing my puzzlement, Lucien pointed to a conference room in the center of the map.

Lucien: While I was waiting outside for the interview, I saw that the pet auditions were taking place in the conference rooms on this floor-

Lucien: These places should be full of people and pets who come to compete. And Purr just got a scare…

MC: So he wouldn't go to such a noisy place?

Lucien: Well, that's likely to be the case.

Lucien nodded. I looked at the map and felt like I had caught a clue.

MC: Excluding these conference rooms, there is a studio at the end of the hallway on the right.

MC: When passing by, I vaguely heard music from inside…

Lucien: I remember you wrote in your notebook that Purr didn't like to hear music?

MC: Well, the first time Purr arrived at my house, I played music in the living room, and he would run like hell to the bottom of the couch and refuse to come out.

Lucien: In that case, this room can also be excluded.

As our ideas became increasingly apparent, Lucien and I pondered where Purr would not go, according to our understanding of him.

After eliminating a few places in a row, we finally settled on an area in the upper left corner of the map.

Lucien: It's not a large area, so that we can look for them one by one.

Lucien's words are soft but reassuringly convincing.

Lucien: Don't worry. I think Purr must be waiting for us in one of these places.

We arrived at a small conference room near the corner, and just as we reached the door, we heard familiar voices calling from inside.

MC: …Purr!

Purr: Meow!

I rushed into the room, crouched in front of the couch, and saw Purr cowering under it, looking at me warily.

Lucien: He is probably still scared... MC, did you bring his snacks?

When I met Lucien's gaze, I immediately reacted and pulled out a cat snack from my bag and waved it at Purr.

MC: Purr, look here! It's your favorite cat snack~

Purr: Meow-

Purr's eyes lit up, and after two hesitant meows, he slowly took steps toward me.

When he finished half the cat snack and rubbed my hand against his ear, I picked him up joyfully.

MC: Good boy~!

I rubbed Purr's cheek with mine and nudged his nose.

MC: Next time, don't run around like that, okay?

I pretended to be stern, but Purr shook his head in a non-committal manner.

MC: What kind of reaction is this...

Lucien: All right, little ones.

Lucien interrupted our confrontation, came over to rub the top of my hair, and smoothed Purr's fur, showing a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: Can we talk about it at home instead?

As soon as we got home, Purr ran to the couch and lazed around under the sunset glow.

Finally relieved of the day's tension and fatigue, I rubbed my eyes and beckoned at Purr, holding back my tiredness.

MC: Purr, come and groom first!

I skillfully picked him up and accidentally caught a glimpse of his paws. When he saw that my movements suddenly stopped, Lucien raised his eyebrows.

Lucien: What's wrong?

MC: …Nothing, I just suddenly thought of what the judge said at the audition.

Lucien was startled, as if he recalled the scene, and sat next to us.

Lucien: Is it about the little guy's long nails?

I nodded, feeling some inexplicable tightness in my chest.

MC: I didn't even notice... It should be very uncomfortable for him.

MC: I seem to have been so concerned with training Purr these days that I neglected to take basic care of him.

I stroked Purr's fur apologetically and picked up the nail clippers on the cupboard.

MC: Does it seem that I have not understood the program's theme well enough and given it enough care?

Purr stretched out his paws as if trying to climb on me, and Lucien tapped him on the forehead.

Lucien: With how he's clinging to you now, it doesn't seem to be what you might think.

MC: Is that so...

I held Purr's other paw, and Lucien expertly took him over so I could cut his fingernails.

MC: Purr, if you think I've been harsh on you these days, you can meow once.

MC: But if you think what I'm doing to you is good, meow twice.

I said as I clipped Purr's nails, not expecting him to really respond to me.

I didn't expect Purr to look straight at me, and after a long time, he tilted his head.

Purr: Meow~

Lucien: [Softly laughs]...

When I cast a sorrowful look, Lucien stifled his laugh and spoke consolingly.

Lucien: Sorry, I just think it's cute when MC talks to Purr so seriously.

I grunted softly and poked Purr's cheek with feigned displeasure.

MC: Purr- am I that mean?

Some memories of Purr's "stern lecture" suddenly flashed through my mind, and I dropped my head a little sheepishly.

MC: Well... I do seem to be a little harsh sometimes. But deep down, I still love you and want to be nice to you…

Lucien: Indeed, I can attest to that.

Lucien picked up where I left off, patting Purr on the back.

Lucien: When I forgot to eat because I was too busy at work, MC would also "sternly lecture" me…

Lucien: But she does it because she wants me to take care of myself, so she expresses this concern more directly.

Lucien: Purr, I'll tell you a secret- I actually like MC's "lecture".

Lucien: Because, just as she said, those "lectures" is how she expresses her feeling.

Lucien: So maybe you can think of them as another way for MC to show her love?

His gentle voice was like the warm sunlight coming in through the window and warmly reflected in my heart.

It turns out that those small daily things are well remembered in his heart with such a beautiful filter.

Just as my face was getting a little hot, Purr on Lucien's arms meowed again.

Lucien: ...This should be counted as two meows, right?

Lucien and I looked at each other, and smiles gradually emerged in our eyes.

MC: Well, it can count!

I happily stroked Purr's head.

MC: Purr, thank you and Lucien for the consolation~

Lucien: Does it mean that my words are not sincere enough? I'm not just trying to console you.

Lucien tilted his head. His gaze even flowed with a hint of grievance.

Lucien: I sincerely believe that you have taken more than enough care of Purr.

Lucien: Otherwise, we wouldn't have found Purr so quickly, and…

Lucien: A person who does not care about their pet will also have a limited understanding of them.

Lucien's eyes flickered to the notebook on the nightstand.

When I saw the cat training manual we had perfected together, I was slightly moved and understood what Lucien meant.

-In this book, the little things we know about Purr are evidence of our care and concern for him.

Lucien: Not to mention regularly feeding the kitten and cleaning the cat litter every day...

Lucien: These seemingly trivial things can't be done without heartfelt care.

Lucien turned to look at me sideways, the corners of his lips curled faintly as if to tell the sincerity of his heart.

Lucien: MC, you shouldn't doubt your love for Purr.

Lucien: It is always traceable, hidden in every wordless detail.

I feel like there is a tender hand gently tugging at my heartstrings

My heart was slightly moved. I lowered my head to print a kiss on Lucien's forehead, smiling while looking at him.

MC: How can Professor Lucien understand "love" so well?

Lucien's expression was a little stunned, and his eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc.

Lucien: Because someone has been teaching me very patiently.

The evening sun falls inch by inch on our shoulders, like a warm and silent embrace.

The increasing warmth in my heart made me burrow deeper into his arms.

Lucien put Purr, who had already closed his eyes, into my arms and held us together in a big hug.

Lucien: Now that the dilemma has been answered, can we take a short rest, just like Purr?

When I was a little dazed, Lucien lowered his head, and his hand clasped the back of my head as he affectionately nuzzled the tip of my nose.

Lucien: The little one who was a bit sleepy a while ago can take a good rest now.

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#mr love queen's choice #mlqc lucien #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #FLUFF ALERT #asdjksdkjjds those little touches and kiss :#and most importantly hugs #'Because someone has been teaching me very patiently.#i sobs

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‘Cause I Don’t Shine if You Don’t Shine

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds Cut out of the sun Can you read my mind?

Love Song for a Comet holds a place in my heart that I can't begin to describe to people. I just have a lot of feelings about my little weirdos and love them so much. But to be completely honest with you all - a lot of what I write/have written about them is this, just dumb conversations. So I suppose if I ever decide to post any more of what I've written about them, it'll be here.

THIS (I don't even know how to describe this) was part of Love Song for a Comet. I took out some stuff and edited it/added to it/cried about it because I'm on my period. But I did not edit very well. Either way, if you enjoyed, please let me know.

And yes, the idea of Jessie just now existing in the Research Center is hysterical to me.

Title is a lyric from this song, which kind of fits this pairing I guess? Read it on ao3 if you want.

With a sigh, Kiran set down Jessie's guitar case and called out to Rigby, who was still sniffing around at the bottom of the stairs. "Rigby, come on up."

The old retriever gave a huff, almost as if annoyed, and took his time ascending the stairs. Jessie observed as his sister began to tap her foot impatiently. Even in his tired state, he couldn't help but notice the perfect tempo in her taps.

Kiran turned, almost strategically, looking at Qi; the researcher observing Rigby with a bit of a perplexed look upon his face. “I’ve always wondered, Kira - how long it takes for Rigby to decide to follow a command." Qi’s statement was more of a musing than a question, but Kiran decided to answer anyway.

"He's old and stubborn," she replied with a half-smile. "But he's Jessie's dog, so I guess he's your dog now too." She reached into her bag and pulled out a box, extending it toward Qi. "Tea eggs."

Qi cautiously accepted the box, lifting the lid to peer inside as if he questioned the quality of her culinary skills. "Did you make them right this time?"

In response, Kiran gave a playful jab. "Well, I think I did pretty alright." She glanced at Jessie who was looking at them with an amused expression. Rigby had settled down in the center of the rug, observing the proceedings with his wise old eyes. Kiran extended her arms into the air in a stretch. "You both are invited for dinner tonight," she declared with conviction, allowing no room for refusal.

"I have to work," Qi declined her invitation with a stern tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kiran huffed in response and glared at him, silently warning him not to push back. "Why don't you come over tomorrow night instead?" she challenged, daring him to refuse.

"Fine."

Kiran grinned. She then turned to Jessie and raised an eyebrow as if expecting a response from him as well. He cleared his throat before answering, "Uh, yeah. Sounds good, Kiran."

"Great, it's settled then," Kiran declared firmly, leaving no room for further argument. She turned on her heel to face Rigby and said goodbye before patting the dog on the head and leaving.

Qi exhaled audibly, rubbing his temples. "She's too much," he muttered under his breath.

"Kiran? Yeah. Yeah, she is." Jessie replied with a soft laugh, "But that's what makes her so lovable, you know." He shrugged and picked up the box with the tea eggs from the table. "How do you eat these?"

Qi pointed at the box in his hand with his pen, "They're boiled eggs soaked in tea for several hours. I've tried to recreate them with several variations. However, I have yet to come across a perfect recipe." He explained this in an almost scientific manner, making Jessie laugh again.

"And here I thought you knew everything," he teased playfully. He turned his attention back to his the box on the table, determined to start unpacking it.

"I possess extensive knowledge and am aware that perfection is not achievable. However, these gestures are still appreciated," Qi responded, his tone shifting from playful to sincere, almost defensive. "They may not be flawless, but they hold value."

"Thank the Light she left before she heard you say that." Jessie said with a snort as he opened the box. "You better mentally prepare yourself for all the junk I've collected over the years."

"The thought of it alone is enough to induce a mild panic."

Jessie wasn't sure if this response was supposed to be serious or not, but he didn't think much of it.

Inside the box, Jessie's hand closed around an outdated radio. It would often have static due to its age, but it held sentimental value as one of his father's most prized belongings. Plus, the old man wouldn't usually notice it was gone when Jessie and Kiran snuck out with it to explore the ruins in Highwind. "You know, Kiran would be very pleased to hear you admit that her cooking is actually edible. If it really is."

"Hmm," Qi murmured. "Perhaps. Though she'd also take it as a challenge. She'd likely show up at the doorstep with more food for me to try." He shook his head and continued in his matter of fact tone. "And then, we'd have to invite her in, and the conversation would just spiral into madness."

"You know her well." Jessie observed.

"I suppose."

"Why didn't you accept her invitation for tonight? Are you really that busy?"

The director paused for a long moment. Finally, he admitted, "I needed a bit of... space to get used to things."

Jessie nodded slowly, processing Qi's response, but trying not to put too much thought into it. If he put too much thought into it - well, he knew he would start overanalyzing. Instead, he pulled out a rusty pocket watch from the box, tracing his fingers over its worn edges. "I can understand that."

Their conversation lapsed into silence, filled only by the continuous ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. Rigby trotted over to Qi's feet and lay down with a contented sigh, breaking the silence. Jessie couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. "Looks like Rigby's decided who he likes."

"He has good taste." Qi said dryly

Jessie reached into the box once more, retrieving a framed photograph of young Kiran and himself as children. Their wide grins were captured in the photo, sitting on a patch of lush grass under a clear blue sky. In the background, a younger Rigby could be seen leaping with joy, his tongue hanging out in excitement. Before he could fully take in the picture, Qi snatched it from his grasp, studying the frozen moment intently.

"Kiran looks like she's up to something. And you...you look innocent. Naive." He remarked with a small smile playing on his lips.

"It was a simpler time," Jessie mused, a hint of sadness in his voice. "But yes, she was always a little troublemaker. Always plotting some kind of mischief. A witch."

"It's fitting that she would marry someone who used to cause chaos in this town," the scientist commented from beside him. "Did she make a lot of messes as a kid?"

"Not as many as me," Jessie replied sheepishly, a grin appearing on his lips as he recalled their childhood antics. "But we did get in a few good ones, for sure."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't expect any less." Qi murmured, handing the photograph back to him. He was silent for a moment as he leaned forward to inspect the contents of the box once more. "Oh, you're kidding me," he said, pulling out a puzzle cube. "Unsolved?"

"Nah."

Qi cocked an eyebrow as if he didn't quite believe Jessie, but he set the puzzle on the table, next to the box of tea eggs. "You and your little hobbies. I'll see if I can't get that thing solved before you do. Shouldn't take long." He murmured with a smug sense of satisfaction. "I have more experience in solving puzzles than you, probably. You just need to follow a few simple algorithms. There are only 4096 possibilities. And with enough patience..."

"How does one solve it, then?" Jessie couldn't help but ask, amused by this sudden burst of competitiveness. "It seems impossible."

"It's not impossible," the director retorted, shaking his head dismissively. "You just have to look at it as a problem. A math problem." He paused to ponder for a moment. "How good are you at math?"

Jessie thought back, remembering the countless hours spent slaving away on algebra homework. The numbers, the equations, the graphs... all of it was a blur in his memory.

"Uh, not too shabby," he responded.

"Really? That's surprising." Qi shook his head, "Math is not a game for the weak-willed."

"I did not realize I had just moved in with a mathematician," Jessie said in jest.

"It's not as complicated as it seems." Qi picked up the puzzle and examined it, turning it over in his hands like a curious relic from the past. He fell into silence for a moment, lost in thought. "There are four sides to this cube," he explained, rotating it so Jessie could see each one. "The goal is to match all the faces to one color. Right now, they're all different." He turned the cube back to its starting position. "You have to break it down into layers or faces and then focus on solving each one separately." Qi continued, manipulating the cube and offering it for Jessie to examine. "The outer layer is simple enough. You have one of each color, don't you?"

Jessie nodded, peering closely at the intricate patterns on the cube. It had seemed like an easy task at first glance, but the more he studied it, the more complex it became. "But I've been trying to solve this thing for months."

"It takes time and practice to master it." Qi reassured him, placing the puzzle back down with a hint of reverence. He looked up at Jessie with a challenge in his eyes. "But I'll make you a bet if you're up for it."

"A bet? That I'll get stuck on the same spot you are?" Jessie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You have a lot of faith in me, Qi."

Qi rolled his eyes in response, his hand falling back to his side. "I wasn't saying that you'll solve it immediately, no, that's ridiculous. But I've got an algorithm that I developed myself that can speed things up quite a lot. And once you master the algorithm, you'll be able to solve it with ease."

"So... you want me to bet that I can learn your algorithm that you haven't actually told me how to use?" Jessie asked incredulously, unable to hide the amused smirk from appearing on his lips.

The scientist waved a hand dismissively as if the details weren't important. "Well, yes."

Jessie eyed him warily. "Alright. What do I get if I can solve it by tomorrow?"

Qi frowned at the question, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. He scratched the back of his neck, seemingly in deep concentration. "What do you want?" He asked, turning his head to face Jessie once again, his lips twisted in an uncertain line.

Jessie stared at him, thinking about his response. What would be the best thing for him to get from the scientist? And what did he even want?

"A blowjo-"

"Don't push your luck," the scientist snapped, shaking his head. Jessie bit back a smile at the sight of the director's reddening ears. He thought for a moment and decided he wanted to mess with him just a little more. "What? Don't think you can do it?" He challenged. "Scared to lose to a civilian? Someone with no scientific background or mathematical genius? Scared you'll lose to an anthropologist? Someone whose job is to dig things up in the dirt? Who lives off the scraps of those before him? Who's the last resort-"

"Stop!" The director said in annoyance, though there was a slight twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, "You're being dramatic." He sighed deeply and took a step closer to the table, leaning in and studying the cube. "Alright, what's it worth to you, then? What do I get if you do manage to solve the cube? Just out of curiosity."

Jessie pondered the question. "You get... bragging rights?"

Qi arched an eyebrow skeptically as she gave him a look. "Why would I want bragging rights for something that no one else cares about? No offense, but solving an unsolved puzzle cube that you had struggled with for months isn't really worth boasting about. Let's not be foolish."

With a scoff, Jessie reached back into the box and pulled out an old relic - a worn video tape. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up for Qi to see. "I found it during a university trip to the ruins." He spoke with pride, recalling his days as a student. The memory was faint but the nostalgia was strong.

"I do," Qi replied, taking the tape from Jessie's hand and examining it. "It's an old film tape." He looked back at Jessie with a smug smile on his face. "Just another artifact from the past. Do you know what's on it?"

Jessie shook his head, remembering how even his professors couldn't figure out how to play these tapes. "We didn't have whatever they used for playback. If you ever figure it out, let me know if it's a movie or a...home movie." A suggestive grin crossed Jessie's features as he added, "If you catch my drift."

Qi nudged Jessie's arm gently and said in disbelief, "Your mind goes places I can't even imagine."

Jessie's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he enjoyed the banter between them. Being in Sandrock for so long now, he felt like he belonged there more and more each day. It was all starting to feel real: having a home, a... well, he wasn't quite sure what he and Qi were to each other, but whatever it was, he was content with it. "That's what everyone in my class used to say. At least, that's what the guys said."

Qi took a step back and flipped the tape over in his hand a few times. He studied it intently, as if trying to solve a puzzle that Jessie couldn't fathom. After a moment of silence, he looked back at Jessie. "What else do you have in that box?"

Jessie picked up a few paperback novels and placed them on the table. Most of them were romance novels. He inspected one, noticing its well-worn condition with a ripped cover indicating it had been read numerous times.

"Romance?" Qi asked in surprise.

"Yep," Jessie confirmed with a grin. "Even the steamy ones." He then held up a red hardback novel that was heavily used and dog-eared. "This one is really good."

"It's trash from the looks of it."

"Trash?" Jessie chuckled, "It's actually quite well-written. You should give it a chance sometime."

"I'd rather read anything else." Qi gestured to the bookshelf across the room. Jessie gave him a curious glance before setting down the novel and taking a long stride toward the bookshelf. He perused the titles, noticing a prominent theme of scientific topics such as space, robots, physics, and astronomy.

"Advanced Astrophysics." Jessie read the title out loud. "Sounds exciting." He commented sarcastically as he looked over at the researcher, who seemed to have lost interest in the conversation and turned back to the puzzle on the table. "What even is astrophysics, anyway? Got anything more raunchy?"

Qi crossed the room, puzzle in hand. "Astrophysics is a scientific discipline that applies physics and other natural sciences to study astronomical objects."

"A lot of people wouldn't call that raunchy." Jessie stated as he observed the director reach for a book; carefully selecting one to present to Jessie.

"The theory of relativity," he said, offering the book to him. Jessie burst into laughter; realizing that their literary interests might be on completely different spectrums. Jessie accepted the book, eyeing it curiously. "This certainly sounds spicy," he commented with a grin. "What even is the theory of relativity anyway?"

Qi's eyebrows rose, a smile spreading across his face as he saw an opportunity to showcase his knowledge. "The theory of relativity states that matter and energy are interchangeable, and that the mass of an object increases as its velocity increases."

"Is this supposed to be raunchy? I feel like you're trying to confuse me. Do you have any books about pirates being sexy or something?" Jessie asked, shooting him an amused look as he leafed through the book. It seemed to be entirely equations, numbers, and diagrams. No pictures, not even an author picture.

"It deals with how time, space, and gravity are interconnected." The scientist continued, but paused, as if realizing that Jessie might need a more relatable example. "Think of it as how things change when you move really fast or are near something incredibly massive."

Jessie's expression shifted from playful to intrigued as he began to grasp the concept. "Huh, that sounds pretty cool, actually. You're into some deep stuff."

The other man contemplated for a moment, scanning the bookshelf again. Then, he reached for a different book and handed it to Jessie. "How about this one?" he suggested.

Jessie inspected the book, its cover displaying a vivid image of a distant galaxy. "Astrophysics for Beginners," he read aloud with a smirk. "You think I'm a beginner?"

"Not necessarily," was the reply, "but it's a good starting point for anyone interested in the wonders of the cosmos. And who knows, you might find it more captivating than you expect."

Jessie sneaked a glance at him from the side, his eyes full of interest. "You really enjoy this stuff, don't you?" He asked with a grin, "Is there a more explicit version? I wouldn't even know where to begin with all these books, and I'd probably just end up with a headache if I tried." He stopped and laughed, "Honestly, I don't understand half of these." He turned back to the bookcase, skimming through the titles. "How to Build a Rocketship in 3 Steps," he said in mock annoyance. "Do you want to tell me about this too?"

"Only if you're interested, Jessie," was the calm response.

"I think you're about ready to rant about rocket ships, if I had to guess." Jessie observed. He could hear the director chuckle under his breath as he leafed through the books on the shelves. "Do you even have books in here that you haven't read yet?"

"I've read most of them, and some I've revisited multiple times," Qi said, taking a brief pause. "It's important to always have a wealth of knowledge at your disposal. You never know what challenges may arise and how you'll need to adapt. With the world changing so rapidly, it's crucial to stay prepared." He chuckled self-consciously. "I suppose my choices reveal a pattern – focusing on science, particularly space exploration. The possibility of communicating with humans in space is something that truly fascinates me."

Jessie glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do you really believe there are others still out there?" He asked in surprise. He had heard some people say they were out there, but he always chalked it up to conspiracy theory; wild speculation that the humans in space the day of calamity left the Earth as they knew it and were just... gone.

"I do. I know it's far-fetched, but it's the only possibility I can see that makes any sense to me. If humans had advanced space travel in the old world, then where are they now?" Qi reasoned, shrugging his shoulders. He leaned back against the bookshelf and glanced up at the ceiling, contemplative.

Jessie nodded. "You may be right. I never thought about it that way. You may be on to something."

Qi cleared his throat. "There's another possibility I've considered, and that's what the government wants us to think. That the people in space are all dead. And the only reason why they would say that is because they can't communicate with them."

Jessie observed him attentively, trying not to blurt out something like "here we go again."

Instead he chose his words carefully, remembering the rumors and secret knowledge spoken about by his professors at university. They always hinted at something more but never revealed the whole truth. "Maybe the government is keeping secrets from us," Jessie stated, thinking of the old stories. After a brief pause, he questioned further, "Do you think there are actually others out there? And if so, how can they be certain?"

"They can't." The director shook his head, frowning slightly. "I just feel like it's a possibility, but it's impossible to say for certain until we make contact. That's why it's important to be prepared. I've studied everything I could get my hands on about space, space travel, space communications, all of it." He motioned to the bookshelf with one hand. "But that's a conversation for another time." He took a step closer, studying the other man's face, "Why? Do you have a different opinion?"

Jessie thought for a moment. "I just feel like there's a lot more to the world than what we see. A lot more to it than just the old world. That's all. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Qi gave him a skeptical look. "So what, you think we're alone?"

Jessie laughed, shaking his head. "No, I don't. I just feel like we haven't found any of them. We have found other things, but they're just not... human." He gestured to the cube and the books, "These things were built by humans. These things are a part of our history. And as much as I want to believe there's other things out there, I can't find them in a museum or read about them in a book."

The scientist was silent for a long while, pondering. "That sounds exactly like something an anthropologist would say." He teased him with a grin, nudging Jessie's arm lightly. He paused again and studied the cube intently, thinking hard.

Jessie grinned back. "You've got to give me credit for saying it so eloquently." He quipped. "I feel like it's been a long day for me, and you're probably exhausted too, and if we keep this going, I'm just going to wind up talking your ear off."

Qi smirked, "I think it's only fair to tell you that I have been awake for over twenty-four hours."

Jessie frowned, "Do you ever sleep?"

"Of course. I've just had a lot to do." Qi retorted.

"Don't tell me you don't take care of yourself, because you clearly don't," Jessie scolded, placing the books back in their proper spots on the shelves.

"I eat. I sleep," was the quick response, accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. "And I spend a lot of time with a charming anthropo-" he paused, "a certain anthropologist." He finished.

"Charming?" Jessie repeated disbelievingly, his face lighting up. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him charming, or even thought of him in that way. "You think I'm charming?"

Qi shifted from one foot to the other. "I mean... you are, you know?"

Jessie blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Thanks." He cleared his throat. "So... how much sleep have you actually gotten?"

"Enough, I suppose. I've been busy, like I said. It's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Suuuuuuure." Jessie looked around the room, admiring the space. "I don't even think you'd want to take the time to relax if you had the time. This room looks like the definition of organization. If there's one thing that could use some relaxing around here, it's your schedule."

Qi looked around the room, considering what the other man said. Then, he smiled. "You may be right." He paused for another long moment, his smile fading slightly as he regarded Jessie, pushing his glasses a bit further up his nose. "What do you want to do next? We have all evening."

Jessie thought for a moment. "Why don't we do something to get our minds off all this science talk? Have you ever thought about... maybe..."

Qi raised an eyebrow, amused. "You seem hesitant. I can tell that there's something on your mind, Jessie."

"Maybe there's just... something that I've wanted to do, and now would be a good time to try it out."

The scientist gave him an inquisitive look. "Oh? Care to elaborate?"

Jessie let out an awkward laugh. "Do I have to?"

"You do not, but you've peaked my interest." He studied the other man closely. "What is it?"

Jessie let out a defeated sigh, averting his gaze. "I'm a little rusty at this." He admitted quietly, still looking down at the ground.

"It's okay, Jessie. Whatever it is, I'll be glad to hear it."

Jessie nodded slowly, then met his gaze again, mustering the courage to speak. "Do you want to go on a date?"

Qi's smile faltered. "A date?" He echoed in surprise, "That sounds... exhausting. "I mean, not with you! But, in general. I don't like dating."

"Really?"

Qi shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I don't see the point. You're here now, and you don't have to try so hard. You can just be you, and I can be myself, and we can just be together without any pressure." He explained, then chuckled nervously, "That sounded like something you say on a date, but... I guess I've just been single for...Forever."

"I can tell." Jessie deadpanned, smirking when he saw the look of feigned shock on Qi's face.

"Did you really just say that to me? After all this?" He retorted in mock annoyance, jabbing Jessie lightly in the chest. "And I thought I was the rude one."

Jessie grinned. "That's not an apology. You started it." He retorted with a grin.

Qi scoffed, "Apologies don't get you anything here." He crossed the room, glancing back over his shoulder. "Do you want to spend some time with me, Jessie?"

"What does that even mean?"

Qi raised an eyebrow, amusement written on his face. "It means I'll have to show you, and you're just going to have to trust me on that. That is, if you don't mind the challenge."

"The challenge of working with you or dating you? Or living with you? All of those things sound like a challenge since you've been here alone for the past - what is it, seven years?"

Qi shook his head. "You know, I like the way you think. It's very straightforward, and you have a lot of... insight." He smirked as Jessie chuckled at the comment. "That is exactly what I meant. But you should know, Jessie, that it is a big commitment, and you may find that I am a handful."

"You already are," Jessie quipped. "Are you going to hang out with me, or not? Because if I have to listen to another word of you being all... scientific, then I'm leaving."

The director let out a questioning laugh. "And just where exactly will you be leaving to?"

"Are we flirting right now? Is that what you're trying to do?" Jessie questioned. "Or are we having an argument?" In truth, it was hard to tell - but it was always hard to tell. Qi's expression was neutral, unreadable, and Jessie had no idea if the man was serious or teasing. It was almost intimidating.

Qi made a "pfft" noise under his breath. "What, is it so hard to believe I could flirt?"

Jessie let out a short, defeated laugh. "It is! What would you even know about flirting?"

The other man's lips twitched, threatening to curl into a smirk; but they didn't, almost as if his inner subconscious would have considered it to uncharacteristic. Instead, he held Jessie's gaze and smiled, his expression genuine and unguarded.

"Would you believe that I'm a lot better than you might think?" He asked, the amusement in his eyes growing more obvious, "Or is this part of that thing you do you, where you have a tendency to be so self-depricating?"

Jessie's face reddened, and he was momentarily dumbstruck, struggling for words, "Well - you- what the fuck-" He let out an exasperated sigh. "I - yeah, I do have a tendency to do that. But you're doing that too."

"You can't deny the facts, Jessie," Qi retorted smugly, "You have a bad habit of making assumptions about yourself, and you do it frequently. So do you really think you're qualified to tell me what I do or do not know about flirting?"

"Oh, shut up." Jessie muttered, not quite meeting the other man's eyes. "You're the one who said I'm charming."

"And I think I am qualified to tell you that you're being an...asshole right now."

"Whoa, a curse word. How original," Jessie quipped, rolling his eyes. "And abnormal. You must have picked that one up from my sister, who by the way, calls you an asshole all the time."

"I'm aware," the other man let out another laugh and gave Jessie's shoulder a light shove. "Well, you are one."

"So, are we going on that date, or are you just going to keep standing around and flirting with me? Because if you are, I think you're going to have to make an effort."

"Are we?"

"You know what? Yeah, let's go on that date. Why not? You need to learn how to flirt." Jessie joked, his tone mocking. "Y'know, for when you start flirting with people other than me. You seem to enjoy it more than you're admitting. That is, if you don't want to just go back to being the mysterious, brooding man with a bad attitude and a big ego." He added.

"I have a big ego, do I?"

Jessie chuckled under his breath. "A big ego, a big head, a big attitude - horrible attitude, actually, if we're being honest."

The scientist rolled his eyes, then his expression softened slightly. "You have no idea how much I appreciate the company, Jessie," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know."

#mtas #mtas qi #mtas fanfiction #my time at sandrock #gay blorbos

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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(It’s 1 a.m. currently. This is not a request but I just miss Kai so I’m gonna make him miss the reader too.)

~Kai’s S/O and the Long Trip~

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-Although he seemed stoic 90% of the time (and he was), he still expressed emotions in his own special way. One of those emotions was longing. Yes when you’re around he pretends like he’s annoyed, and he may very well be! However, his tune changes when the two of you are apart for an extended period of time. Pops likes to joke around and call it the love bug. “My how that boy is sick without you haha!” The old man teased you one day over tea time. Kai couldn’t help it. When you were away it felt like his other half was missing from him. It was too empty, too quiet, and it reminded him of a not so grand time before you came into his life.

-You can imagine what he acted like when it finally came time for the annual friend expedition! This was the once a year trip you and your group of friends go on. It’s a way to reconnect after having been separated for such a long time in different places. It usually only lasted a week or less but to Kai it was like having you away for an entire year! Even though he was silent mostly on the topic, you could tell he was gearing up for it by following you around like a puppy and watching you pack your bag. You giggled to yourself before turning around abruptly and staring at him. Although his mask was adjusted tightly on his face as always, you could easily read his emotion seeping from his eyes. You sighed and held your arms out to him. Without a single moment of hesitation he crossed the room and hugged you tightly. “Angel, why must you go on these foolish trips with those people anyway? I can take you where you want to go just as easily.” He grumbled into your neck and you laughed, pulling out of the hugs. “Those people are my friends Kai, and anyway it’ll be fine ha! I’m only gonna be gone for a few days. I know you can handle it.”

-When the day came for your departure, he didn’t leave until he watched you walk out of sight. He grimaced and looked down at his phone so he could view you on the tracking application he installed (that you both agreed on. Basically life360). Even with the app telling him your location he still couldn’t help but to worry about you 24/7. The very next day he wondered if you were eating, if you’d slept well, if your flight went okay, if maybe you were having fun, was anyone trying to approach you and court you over there, what about the security where you were at? His mind ran a million miles an hour and the others noticed easily. “I guess Y/N is doing that trip thing with her/his/their friends again huh.” Setsuno mumbled while tidying a spilled lunch in one of the break rooms. “Yeah, boss is going a little crazy again. You know the drill. Stay out of the way and make sure not to mess up.” Hojo replied before taking a sip of his coffee.

-Hojo was right. Not only did he worry and miss you but his emotions were impacted as well. Every single little slip-up would be blown out of proportion when you weren’t around him. As Chrono would call it, you were the medicine to calm the beast in him down. Without you being around as a buffer, most situations cost the men in the Hassaikai their life...Although Pops stepped in to make Chisaki bring them back to life of course. At any rate he was going to lose his mind without you there. The man even had trouble sleeping without you by his side. He tossed and turned unable to get comfortable at all. Its funny as a passing thought when he remembers the days cherishing the empty space in his bed. He remembers always saying to himself that he’d rather die than to have another person hogging his blankets and spreading their filth/germs in the bed with him. Now look how the mighty have fallen.

-He also blows up your phone with text messages a lot when you’re away like this. It actually makes you laugh a bit at seeing how much he misses you but he won’t admit it. He does things out of his usual characteristics around the house just as an excuse to talk to you. On the 4th day of your trip you can remember him sending you an obscure meme just to get a reaction out of you so he could text or call. It’s not like you were ignoring him no! It’s just that you didn’t have time to reach out to him first since he was beating you to the punch with everything!

-When you returned to him you frowned at taking in his appearance. The bags under his eyes were a sure fire way to tell he hadn’t even been sleeping without you. Even though he won’t admit he missed you, he still has his ways of expressing himself. “Angel, I’m glad you returned.” He holds you closely and inhales you before slipping his mask down to shower you in kisses. “I’m glad to be home.” You replied.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #shie hassaikai #yakuza #Headcanon #overhaul

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assbutt-writes · 2 months

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Starting the Stream Chapter 4

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Wade

The ride to the hospital was a blur. Wade never let go of Peter’s hand, and Yellow didn’t say a word the entire drive. When he stopped to think about it, Yellow had been silent ever since he had gotten home and found Peter. When they got there, the doctors had to tell him that they were going to have to take Peter to evaluate him and figure out what was going on, and they couldn’t do that with him there. He went into the waiting room and sent a quick message to the RedCraft group chat that he was going to be offline for a while.

He waited there for what felt like an eternity until a doctor came out and told him that Peter had something called acute iron-deficiency anemia, probably as a result of him not eating very much over an extended period of time. He asked if he could see Peter, and the doctor showed him to the room that Peter was in.

Wade’s heart nearly broke in two when he saw Peter lying in the bed, looking so frail and sick that Wade felt like he was going to cry. This couldn’t be the same man that, only a few hours earlier, was all bubbly and happy over getting a record deal. He rushed over to the side of the bed and grabbed Peter’s hand which felt way too cold. He sat in the chair next to the bed and turned to the doctor.

“How long before-” Wade said, voice breaking. “How long before he wakes up?”

“He should wake up soon,” the doctor said gently, and Wade let out a sigh of relief.

Peter was going to be okay.

After 17 hours of sitting at Peter’s bedside, never letting go of Peter’s hand, he felt a soft movement under his hand, and he looked up to see Peter reaching the hand not under Wade’s to rub at his eyes. When his eyes fell on the IV in his arm, his eyes widened, his head turning to face Wade.

“Peter, what happened?” Wade asked, so many emotions in his voice that Peter flinched slightly hearing them.

“What do you mean? Wade, where am I?” Peter asked worriedly. His eyes were darting all around the room, taking in his surroundings with dawning horror.

“You’re in the hospital. I found you lying on the bed, and you looked like you were dying. Hell, if I hadn’t gotten there when I did, you might have actually-” Wade started, voice breaking as he tried and failed to say it.

“What? No, that can’t be-” Peter started, but Wade cut him off angrily.

“Can’t be true? Yeah, well, guess what. It is,” Wade said, voice filled with a red-hot anger aimed more at himself than at Peter. After all, if he had been paying attention to his best friend instead of some strangers on the internet, then maybe none of this would’ve happened “The doctor said it seemed like you hadn’t eaten pretty much anything in a while. Pete, what’s going on? If it’s-”

“I’m fine, Wade. I promise. I probably spent too much time focused on my song and my job or something,” Peter reassured him, and Wade let out a choked little laugh that made Peter’s face fall.

“Pete, you need to quit that job. You almost died,” Wade said softly.

“I didn’t, though. Wade, I’m fine,” Peter said

“Yeah, well, you almost weren’t. And I-” Wade said sharply before sighing and lowering his voice to barely above a whisper, “I don’t think I could’ve forgiven myself if you weren’t.”

“Oh,” Peter said dumbly, and Wade let out a broken sigh.

“I just-” he started frustratedly, the exhaustion and sleep deprivation from the past 24 hours catching up with him all at once, before stopping. He shook his head, too exhausted in every way possible to be able to deal with that right then, and let out a wry laugh. “You know what, Pete? I’m too tired for this right now, so I’m just gonna go home and let us both get some rest. See you tomorrow.”

With that, Wade shakily stood up and walked to the door, hand pausing on the doorknob before he steeled himself, turned the knob, and left Peter’s room. He got into his car and started to drive home. The entire ride there, Yellow was yelling at him so loudly that it started to give him a headache, so when he got home, he checked with Ellie that she could stay at Alexis’ house for another night before breaking out a bottle of tequila and starting to drink straight from the bottle.

The next day was a blur. Yellow was silent for most of it, and when he did speak, it almost sounded like he was underwater. At that point, Wade’s own thoughts had started to sound like they were underwater too, but that was fine by him. Less thinking meant less worrying about Peter and less feeling like he should have noticed what was going on earlier, and that meant that Wade could actually get some peace and quiet.

He had finished half of the bottle before the door opened behind him and he heard a gasp of concern before he felt the bottle being pried from his hands and someone shouting his name, or at least what he thought was his name. Everything was too fuzzy for him to really hear what the other person was saying, but that was okay. He was okay.

Peter

“No, no, no, no, no. Wade? Wade, can you hear me? Come on, snap out of it!” Peter said frantically, shaking Wade.

“Peter! You look… look good. Warm. I like it. I like you,” Wade slurred happily, his eyes somewhat focusing on Peter before moving to the bottle of tequila Peter was holding. He grabbed lazily for the bottle, and Peter moved it out of his reach before walking hurriedly to the kitchen and putting the bottle away. He quickly filled a cup with water, moving back to Wade and handing him the cup.

“Drink this. We can talk after,” Peter was saying, and Wade moved his head away from the water before looking back at Peter and giggling in a way that was so different from the Wade that Peter knew that it was starting to scare him.

“Y’know, you’re really, really pretty,” Wade said brightly, face flushed and eyes filled with something that Peter couldn’t decipher but made him scared of what might come next. “I lo-”

“Drink,” Peter said, pushing the cup towards Wade and cutting off whatever the blonde was about to say.

Wade pouted before bringing the cup to his lips and drinking the water like he was dying of thirst. Once he finished, Peter brought him more, and when Wade had sobered up to the point that he was somewhat lucid, Peter had carefully explained what had happened, leaving out Wade’s drunken ramblings. A look of horror had spread across Wade’s face as he realized something.

“Oh my God, did Ellie-” Wade started, and Peter shook his head, having worried the same thing himself and called her to ask where she was.

“She’s still with Alexis. I didn’t tell her much, but she’s still worried. What happened?” Peter asked, voice filled with concern.

“You almost died,” Wade said, voice filled with that mix of self-hatred and sadness that made Peter’s heart break, “That’s what happened, Pete. You almost died, and Yellow was really loud, and, God, Pete, I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I should’ve-”

“No, hey, look at me. I’m okay. I promise,” Peter said, and Wade looked up at him with a look so broken that it made Peter want to cry.

“No, you don’t understand. You almost died and I-” Wade said, voice breaking at the end. “I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Peter almost started to cry at that, and he pulled Wade into a gentle hug, not knowing what to say. Because, really, what could he say? He had gotten so wrapped up in his songwriting and streams with DP that he had all but forgotten about his real life and almost starved himself to death, not thinking about what that would do to the people that cared about him here.

“I’m so sorry, Wade,” Peter muttered into Wade’s shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry.”

#spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #wade wilson #peter parker #ao3 #fanfiction #tw alcohol abuse

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 1 year

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Issac for the emoji ask meme! Im pretty sure he's the forest guy! Or perhaps the detective guy tasked with finding the missing prince? So sorry, i forgot that guy's name (I put in a lot of emojis bc its fun to hear u talk about ur ocs)

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Isaac did fuck off to the forest for an extended period of time yes :D And the detective guy is Ruqing!!! I'll answer these questions for both of them

Also thank you bestie :D I love your ocs too!!!

Questions from here <2

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Okay Isaac is literally a walking warning sign. I don't even know how you could fit everything on it. I mean he's a serial killer, his ego is bigger than the sun, he is a cannibal, and he has extreme power and control issues. I feel like that'd be a good start for the warning sign.

Ruqing probably would have like. A warning sign that's like "under a fuck ton of stress right now." He is not doing well. Having an imminent execution does that to you.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

HAHAHAHA you don't even know man.

Isaac has mental health problems because you know. The trauma. The tortures. He doesn't really feel any guilt or shame for his actions—but he does feel a lot of shame over the things people have done to him. Why couldn't he have stopped it? He copes with this by attempting to not think about it at all which is definitely extremely healthy.

Ruqing has a lot of guilt and shame. Especially over the whole almost-killing-his-only-friend thing. He has apologized for that so much and it eats at him every night. Sung-Jae just doesn't really wanna talk about it. He also feels ashamed cuz his former family and friends abandoned him—was he not good enough?

❗ - What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

Isaac's main priorities are to feel powerful, to make sure that no one hurts him ever again, and to enjoy himself as much as he can by doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Mostly these desires manifest in a lot of murder. And cannibalism. But that's Isaac for you. The safest person is a dead person--and murder is an easy power high for Isaac. So yeah, dude has problems.

Ruqing's highest priority is to stay alive, simple as that. Though, avoiding his execution means completing an impossible task to find the missing crown prince who's probably dead, so he's not sure if he can really achieve that. But he's not going out without at least fucking trying. His second highest priority, if he survives? To regain his place in the world, the status he once held. And maybe if he finds the missing prince, he'll be back in the good graces of his family, his friends, and the nobility.

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Isaac has a lot of secrets, though few are particularly important to him. He loves lying and trickery (also it's a great way to get out of murder charges), so he has a lot of little secrets. He does try to keep them all hidden. His biggest secret is definitely like, all his trauma. He will not tell people about the lowest points in his life, because he prefers to pretend like they never happened. He wants to forget about the times he was powerless, helpless, and hurt.

Isaac definitely has a lotttttt of repressed desires. Like the desire to have a friend, or someone to be close to. Someone to trust. But that's buried under heaps and heaps of fear and cynicism, so it's not really getting unearthed anytime soon. And besides, he also thinks that everyone's beneath him--and so no one can be his confidant. Sometimes if he finds a fellow immortal, he'll give into camaraderie—which honestly he really fucking needs.

He also has a repressed desire that he feels a lot of shame about—namely, he wishes that someone could have saved him from his fate. The worst part about his time with the executioners, and his stint in the basement cell? He knew that someone could have helped him, saved him, and no one did. But this want goes so against Isaac's preferred image of himself--an island, an exalted being above the masses--that he can't help but hate himself whenever he feels this way.

Ruqing has secrets. He has lots of secrets. They're not his secrets, though. He keeps them for his family and his friends and his government because they matter to him, and also because he'd be damned if he spilled anything. He does have some repressed desires--he wishes that he could live a life with no strings attached. He wishes that his family's love wasn't so conditional, that his former friendships weren't so fragile at the core. It's a repressed desire cuz he kinda has an emotional overload when he thinks about it, so he bottles everything up instead.

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Isaac would say all the murder and cannibalism makes him happy but honestly it mostly just gives him a sense of control which isn't exactly analogous to happiness. He doesn't really have much that makes him feel like really happy. Except for good food and wine.

Ruqing has a cat that makes him happy :D He loves her very much. Also just like, hanging out with Sung-Jae. Eating fancy chocolates. Things that can distract him from the very horrible turn his life has taken.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Isaac has a old silver ring he wears on his right hand. It was stolen from his first ever victim, a woman named Marcelina. She's pretty much the only victim whose name Isaac cares to remember, cuz her name is engraved on the inside of the ring. It's also the only trophy he's ever taken, mostly cuz he wanted to commemorate his new life that started with the whole serial killing thing.

Ruqing has a fun little locket that Sung-Jae got him. It's a silvery thing with a picture of his cat inside. The cat is very cute and her name is Birdie.

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

Isaac's not very good with physical touch. He does need a hug, but also he's really traumatized and tbh a hug prolly isn't the best thing for him. He's very jumpy about touch due to the fact that like. Most of the time he's had physical contact with other people, it's been very violent in nature. He's also pretty scared of other people hurting him. So like if someone were to touch him, he'd jump to conclusions. And try to hurt the other person first before they have any opportunity to hurt him. So yeah, not a good idea for anyone tbh. In very rare circumstances, a friend can touch him and walk away unscathed.

Ruqing needs a hug, and he's pretty receptive to physical touch! Honestly dude is pretty touch starved. The first time Sung-Jae hugged him he was holding back tears. Sometimes when he's having Emotions Sung-Jae and him hold hands :) they are besties

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

Isaac deals with solitude so so so fucking badly. Like he literally got immured alone in a basement for 200 years. He can stand being alone for short amounts of time, and honestly he's not really into people anyways so he's very isolated, but leaving this guy alone in a locked room is the quickest way to make this guy fucking panic. He tries to like, always be near other people, but never be with them. He likes cities, because there's a lot of people around but no one pays attention to him. Unless they're too crowded. Then he is biting and maiming to get away.

Ruqing used to be pretty good with solitude. Like he was the kinda guy who stayed home with a good book and a comfy chair. But now being alone makes him prone to go into a whole spiral about like, you know the whole execution and having to complete an impossible task to receive amnesty. Sometimes he needs to be alone to feel safe, but most of the time he likes having someone nearby. Especially Sung-Jae, cuz he feels really safe around her.

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

Isaac loves biting people! That's what. That's what he does. He commits cannibalism a lot you know. Also Isaac is a character in one of my friend's story and in that he literally greets one of his friends by jumping out of nowhere and biting him. For fun.

Ruqing isn't into biting. He doesn't get the point. He has better things to bite, like food.

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

THE ENTIRETY OF DR SUNSHINE IS DEAD FOR ISAAC This entire song is Extremely Isaac. I think the entire song fits him, but especially these two verses:

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself!

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back? If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black? I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there! I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared!

Honestly I might be taking the song a little literally. But like hey! If it works it works!

For Ruqing- definitely The Song With Five Names!! Also by Will Wood actually and from the same album lmao I think it's the existential crisis vibes, and these lyrics from the song especially:

You can break a shovel when you break new ground You dig dirt up when you dig deep down You should know better than that by now It’s not profound to know that you can never know

#kira talks #my ocs <2 #oc isaac #oc ruqing #I answer asks in an extremely timely manner. as you can see #I'm sorry this ask is like from 2022 I think #but anyways. these guys are blorbo

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wuggen · 2 years

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Got tagged by @kwarrtz in this big ol Answer These Questions chain letter thingimajig. Supposed to tag 25 people, which is a lot jesus christ. Anyway!

Last...

Beverage: Got me some earl grey right here but I haven't sipped it yet. Before that I had a simple unsweetened latte

Phone call: Apparently I talked to Mom on the phone a few days ago, dunno what about. If you count calls where the other side didn't pick up, a call to schedule a doctor's appointment

Text message: Coordinating with my partner about picking her up from work

Song you listened to: There's been some really nice chill music playing in this cafe all day, but I'm too culturally illiterate to recognize any of it. Last song I listened to deliberately was statistically something from either the Minecraft, Starbound, or Celeste soundtracks, given the composition of my music library :P

Time you cried: Not sure. A couple weeks ago maybe? There's been some moderately stressful personal stuff going on the past few months. (I'm good tho, it's all leading to good things I'm pretty sure)

Have you ever...

Dated someone twice: Nah

Kissed someone and regretted it: Maybe? My first relationship, in high school, was not really the most well-advised thing

Lost someone special: In the sense of "fell out of contact with them," yeah. Otherwise no.

Been depressed: Lmao yeah

Been drunk and threw up: Never been drunk at all actually

Last year, have you...

Made a new friend: Yeah 🥰

Fallen out of love: Nah

Laughed until you cried: Yeah. The stupidest fuckin shit will get me to do this, it rules tbh

Found out who your true friends are: I never really know what to make of this question. Like, have I had a falling-out with certain friends and decided that those remaining and/or siding with me are me "true friends"? Have I been in a rough spot and had support from some friends but not others and decided that the ones who didn't aren't "true friends"? I dunno what this could mean. The answer is no to both of those, and categorizing friendly relationships in this way seems fuckin exhausting and pointless tbh

Found out someone was talking about you: I mean, I exist in people's minds when I'm not around them, and people are known to talk about what's in their minds, so like I assume that many people have been talking about me. But like, excessively and/or negatively? Not that I'm aware

General

How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life?: Lmao I need to fuckin nuke my facebook account actually. But I think all of them

List 3 favorite colors: Deep purple, black, golden orange

Firsts

First surgery: I think I had to have some kinda infectiony growthy thing cut out of my eye socket when I was a newborn :P

First piercing: None

First best friend: I think it was this kid Ryan I was in preschool with? Don't really remember much about him. There was also Duncan who I was really tight friends with through kindergarten and most of elementary school, he moved across the country and we've only occasionally been in touch since. He's cool though. We played starcraft once on the occasion of Heart of the Swarm coming out, he fuckin destroyed me

First sport you joined: I was technically on a little-league soccer team in like... elementary school I think? I refused to actually play in games though, I just showed up to practice sessions

First vacation: I mean, to me a vacation is just hanging out at home with no obligations for an extended period, so like those started up real early. But as far as like Going To A Place, my family would take pretty frequent camping trips when I was much younger, so like probably one of those

First pair of trainers: Actually not sure what this means. This is a kind of shoe right? I don't fuckin know

Right now

Eating: Nothing at the moment. Had a breakfast sandwich earlier

Drinking: Am now sipping that earl grey :)

I’m about to: Spend an unconscionable amount of time on tumblr

Your future

Want kids: Meh. Certainly not a priority. I'll probably adopt if anything

Get married: Also meh. Long-term romantic partnerships are wonderful, and if I have a partner who wants to consider it then I'll consider it, but meh. Also I haven't really considered how I might like to square marriage with being poly so :P

Career: CS professor maybe?

Which is better

Lips or eyes: Shit I dunno, they're both really fuckin nice is the thing! I think eyes win out by just a hair for me??

Hugs or kisses: Hugs, but again only by a hair

Shorter or taller: Goddamn all these fuckin tough choices! I think taller, but again it's super close!!

Older or younger: This one I actually do not care at all

Romantic or spontaneous: Can we not have both????? What's the distinction here???

Nice stomach or nice arms: Fuckin god. Stomach. It's close though!!!

Sensitive or loud: Okay this one's moderately easier, sensitive

Hook-up or relationship: Relationship. I like being Known

Trouble maker or hesitant: Mischievous but not, like, reckless, y'know?

Have you ever...

Kissed a stranger: Nah. At least not yet

Drank hard liquor: Just enough to determine that it tastes like burning ass and hence to decide that it's not my thing

Lost glasses/contacts: Don't need em :]

Sex on first date: Kinda? We'd been dating long distance for like a month or two beforehand tho

Broke someone’s heart: Yeah, that aforementioned ill-advised first relationship in high school

Been arrested: Nah

Turned someone down: I vaguely remember a classmate flirting really overtly with me in middle school and me being very decisively non-receptive to it, so I guess that counts?

Cried when someone died: I don't think so? Unless you count pets :P

Do you believe in...

Yourself: Yeh :]

Miracles: Hm. Happy coincidences, sure. Miracles per se? Not really

Love at first sight: I mean I fall for people really quickly, but I don't think it's literally at first sight. Gonna say no here

Heaven: Not especially? I mean, at least not any particular religion's conception/version of it. I'm one of those annoying agnostics who just thinks it's really presumptive of us as humans to speculate on the existence or nature of divinity and the afterlife, although it's sometimes kinda fun to do so

Santa Claus: Nah

Kiss on the first date: Sure. Never done it (except in the sense of that sex on the first date answer up there) but like, sure

Angels: A lot of things are angels. Algorithms, steam locomotives, radio towers, algebras and formal systems, nuclear reactors, ocean currents, wind turbines, that kinda thing. Whatever the hell the bible calls angels are not angels

@gwentrification @tsarina-anadyomene @groundlessness @bi-jective @carchasm @toasthaste @kaiasky @transunlight @birth-muffins-death @bubbloquacious @preciselywibble @max1461 @guu @tilapiamafia @dead-litebulb That ain't 25 but like I think that's it for mutuals I feel okay pinging on this. Obviously no pressure y'all, love ya

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ihateoc · 2 months

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Ren is Nice Now

(word count: 1,258) (ren loses a bet and has to be nice to shadow)

Shadow never imagined he'd witness this day. The day when Ren lost a bet to him, obligating her to be kind to him for a full 24 hours. As they played cards with Bennett, Shadow employed some good ol' dirty tricks learned from fellow mercenaries to secure his victory. Now, Ren sulks across from him, arms folded, while Bennett chuckles at the outcome.

"This is so unfair," Ren grumbles quietly, "I'm always nice to him."

"I mean, no, not really," Bennett retorts with a shake of the head.

"I am too!" She argues back defensively, "Er, sometimes. Can you blame me for being mean? He tried to kill me several times over an extended period of time," She adds with an indignant huff.

Her words prompt Bennett to knowingly point out, "Yeah, but it was your idea for him to live with us."

"Ah, don't be like that, sweetheart. I'm sure we're gonna have a blast today," Shadow flashes Ren a cocky grin and Bennett continues to laugh.

God, she's mad. And fucking gorgeous when mad.

Looking at her beautiful grey eyes fighting not to roll makes the corners of his lips twitch in amusement. He's looking forward to how this day will unfold. This is better than all of those nights spent gambling with Carter and other mercenaries.

"Fine! I can be nice! I'm nice," She turns to face Bennett as she prods him, "Right, Bennett?"

Bennett stops chuckling and nods in agreement, "Yes, I think you're nice. You help everyone even if it means trouble for you."

"Thought so."

"Yeah, that's my girl!" Shadow cheerfully claps his hands, stretching out comfortably on the couch before continuing teasingly, "So, for today... How about treating me to breakfast? I'm famished."

Shadow doesn't miss the shocked look in Ren's eyes and let a laugh slip from his lips quietly.

"I said I'd be nice, not that I'd be your damn maid," She spits out with her arms folded over her chest.

"That didn't sound very nice..." Bennett mumbles under his breath, earning a sharp glare from his sister in response.

Shadow's laughter rings out, "No, no doll… You got it all wrong. I ain't asking ya to cook," He stands up and grins slyly at Ren, "I said treat me to breakfast. I wanna eat out somewhere with you."

He slides a hand through his hair, pushing the messy locks out of his face while an uncomfortable silence envelops the room. Hesitantly, she agrees, "Fine, that doesn't sound too bad."

"Still doesn't sound very nice," Bennett murmurs, earning Ren's wrath, not that he seems to mind.

"Jesus, Bennett, I hate you right now," She stands up, confidently holding her hand out for Shadow with a forced grin playing on her lips, "Let's go out to breakfast, Shadow."

"Wow, Renny, that sounded almost genuine. I'll cherish this moment forever," Shadow takes her hand with a grin as he gets off the couch, "Let's get going then."

His heart pounds in his chest at the contact of their hands but he brushes it aside, instantly turning on his usual smug aura. His excitement for the day skyrocketed seeing Ren trying to deal with him.

With the same forced smile morphing her face, she says, "You can pick where you want to eat. Anywhere."

"Oh shit, does this mean I'm allowed to pick the fanciest place?" He smirks at her as he leads them towards the door.

She's giving him way too much freedom here, but damn, it feels amazing to see her squirming like that for a change.

"Oh, you little-" Ren begins to complain, stopping herself when she notices the smirk on his lips, "I mean, you little rascal. Yeah, anywhere."

Inwardly, she was punching herself in the gut. He knows exactly how annoying this is for her.

Shadow's laugh echoes in the hallway as they step out of the apartment, "Well, keep your eyes peeled then, beautiful… 'Cause we're gonna have one hell of a day."

Shadow chooses a charming cafe nearby, and Ren very generously offers to drive them there.

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Sipping on her hot chocolate, Ren sits opposite Shadow at their table.

"Cheers to a good morning, princess," The dark-haired man holds his cup of coffee up for a toast with an amused smile on his face. Damn, he couldn't believe his luck today. This is how every morning should be.

She clinks her cup against his, mumbling a, "Sure, cheers," Before taking another drink.

"Now, isn't that a sight to behold," Shadow mock-gasps, "Ren-Ren being all sweet and nice."

He takes a sip of his coffee, allowing the warmth to spread through him.

"I'm not that mean to you, am I?" She wonders, somewhat in disbelief. Sure, Ren had always been harder on him, but she wasn't trying to be outright rude.

He quirks an eyebrow up at her question, "Ah well, you do have a knack for keeping me on my toes, doll. But don't worry about it. I just consider it as your special way of showing affection."

To him, her sharpness was part of the attraction and he honestly wouldn't want her any different, though this was entertaining.

"Well..." Ren looks down into her drink, avoiding eye contact, "I'm sorry if I'm too mean to you sometimes."

"Nah, don't say sorry… It's who you are and I find it damn attractive," Shadow places his hand over hers on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Plus, your mean is better than most people's nice."

"Is that so?" She questions him as she looks up, her gaze meeting his again as a ghost of a smile dances on her lips, "I'm glad. It's not like I don't care about you. It's like Bennett said, if I didn't, I wouldn't have brought you home with us."

The way she phrased it was akin to someone bringing home a stray dog from the pound. Guess that wasn't too far off. But hearing her say she cares about him... Today really was his lucky day.

"Ah, so I'm your pet now?" He chuckles lightly and leans back in his chair, "I sure hope this means ya won't chase me off with a broom if I happen to curl up next to ya on the couch."

"I won't make any promises," She replies with a lighthearted chuckle, "But really, I believe in you. And I still really think you should take the hunter exam."

He grins at her words, "Yeah? You really think I'd make a good hunter?"

She nods simply, "Yep. I told you that before and I mean it."

"Alright then, if that's what ya want… I'll take the exam."

He had been considering it ever since Bennett mentioned the idea, but he was on the fence about it. If Ren really thinks he can do it, then he won't let her down. Is she really putting this much trust in him though? It feels nice.

"Great," Ren says, leaning forward with a determined glint in her eye, "I need a new lost hunter to rescue all these missing hunters, and you're the guy for the job."

Shadow chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, "I guess I really am your pet now, eh? Your trusty hound sent off to do your bidding."

"Doesn't seem like you mind."

"Well, if it's for you… I don't," He admits with a shrug and a smirk.

Being under her command? He wouldn't mind that at all. As long as she keeps looking at him like this.

#OC #my ocs #my characters #my writings #hxh oc #hunter x hunter oc #oc: shadow #oc: bennett #oc: ren

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miekasa · 3 years

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okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

#anonymous #yeah this is a roast of erwin a bit but im right i know i am #aot x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #armin x reader #erwin x reader #porco x reader #aot headcanons

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

my masterlist

part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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“harry’s stylist, right?” part II

Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this gif bc i couldn’t fine the fit i wanted to showcase, but that night him and y/n get closer than they had gotten before :))

and we’re back :) - this is the last part of this i may do some little blurbs and stuff about these two if people want it (maybe) i hope you all enjoy this part, it’s not proofread so sorry about that lol. Feedback and reblogs are so very very appreciated, also feel free to message me about you’re feelings about this

Word Count: just over 10k | Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, implication of smut, i think that’s it

part 1

After the call with Jeff, which wasn’t really a conversation at all, moreso a berating from him, she was in the worst mood. She shrugged off the Bode jacket and hung it up in her entryway closet. She wasn’t planning on wearing it ever again. Without the jacket on, her shirt that seemed to be exactly on the nose with it’s “we’re in the shit” graphic was clear and she untucked it from her light mint pants. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Instead of picking her phone up again, she decided she could do without communication for a while. Her feet padded to her bedroom, after removing her nikes and socks. In her bedroom she opened up her record player, wanting music, but not wanting to be bothered with her laptop since it had a connection to the internet.

She grabbed her Electric Warrior by T. Rex and slipped out the first record from its sheath. As she set up the music, she couldn’t remember where she’d even gotten the record but for some reason it had called to. She skipped over Mambo Sun, the first track, though, and had it play Cosmic Dancer first. It was calming to her, she swayed a bit to the soothing beat and then climbed into her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she wondered about when her life had gotten so complicated. The rhythm in the music and the exhausting thought material lulled her to sleep as the afternoon sun washed her room a perfect golden from behind her shade.

When she woke up again, it was midnight and she was starving. The record had stopped spinning hours ago, she hadn’t even gotten through side A. It was forgotten as she made her way to her kitchen, groggily.

After settling on cereal and an alcoholic seltzer for dinner, she was really in the mood to treat herself, she made her way back to her living space. On the couch, she tucked her legs beneath herself and spooned the sugary food into her mouth. She had only soy milk in the place because she didn’t like cow’s milk and it didn’t keep when she was gone for extended periods of time. Then as she sipped from the black cherry White Claw, she dug her hand into the cushion next to her. Her hand reemerged with her discarded phone from earlier. She decided it was reasonable to go on it now.

More messages from various people in her life and hundreds of social media notifications. She was going to ignore social media for as long as she possibly could. Four missed calls. 2 voicemails. Styles Harry. Why she kept contacts backwards in her phone was unimportant, it’s just what she did.

She sighed and took a bigger sip of the barely alcoholic drink. Then clicked the voicemail notifications and pressed the first one on speaker as she began to read his texts as well. Then the next voicemail. She checked the time in California, it was still a reasonable part of the day there so instead of texting back she rang him.

“Hello?”

“Har- H. Hi.”

“Y/N! Are you alright?” The concern apparent in his tone. She was taken aback. He hadn’t necessarily sounded angry in his texts or voicemails, but she just assumed he was being courteous since it was a live conversation.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No! Why would I be?”

“Because I just had my ass handed to me by Jeff earlier.” She slightly mumbled and shrugged, still upset with how she had been spoken to by Jeff.

“Oh gosh, I told him not to be harsh. It’s honestly not a big deal. I thought it was fine, you texted me too!”

“Yeah, well apparently wearing your clothes means we’re dating and that’s not cool in the world’s eyes,” you scoff.

“I know how much you like that coat...I thought you looked great in it, too.” He finishes in a slight whisper, not wanting to be overheard.

“Harry…” you can’t keep the smile off your face. It was a cute compliment even if the situation wasn’t ideal. “Why do your fans have to be so smart and know there’s only two of those coats in the world and I don’t own the other one.”

He laughs, blushing at how you said his name. This time not using his nickname didn’t bother him, it felt even more intimate somehow.

He rubs a hand through his hair, “I know, pesky little devils, gotta love’em, though”

She hums, not sure if she can agree about loving them right now since they’re probably eating her alive all over social media.

“So you’re alright, darling?” He asks again.

“Mhmm,” she pauses at the pet name, it was soothing right now. All she wanted was to curl into his chest, but he was half a world away, quite literally. His words would have to do in his absence. “I’m really glad you’re not mad at me, H. That would’ve made this a hundred times worse.”

He huffs, wishing he could be with her to comfort her. He hated this part of his life. A friend couldn’t borrow a piece of his clothing without everyone assuming that they were seeing each other. It was disgusting and it made him dislike tabloids and social media even more than he already did.

“Trust me. I’d never be mad at you, pet. And I’d definitely never be mad at you for looking good as fuck in my clothes.”

“Shut up!” She squeals, his tone turning from earnest to teasing in one breath. He cackles on the other end of the line because despite her mean words, he could hear the smile on her lips.

“When are you flying back to London?” Her voice grows quiet again after she takes another sip of her drink.

“Thursday,” he almost whispers back, having contained his mirth again.

“We have some work to do on your Graham Norton and Jingle Bell Ball outfits. The listening party ones are all picked up -”

“Y/N,” Harry cuts her off, “It’s late for you, go to bed. Try not to stress out too much, we’ll talk when I’m back about work. For now, take a few days off to not think about my clothes.”

She sighs, “Thanks, H. You’re right. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Goodnight, m’love.”

She ends the phone call and chalks the almost ‘my’ sounding syllable that she heard before love was just her tired mind and Harry’s mumbling voice. It most certainly wasn’t.

After a restful few days of doing absolutely nothing, something rare for Y/N, she was extremely well rested. So much so that she was peacefully asleep when Harry let himself into her flat since they had agreed to meet at her place when he got back to London. As much as he wanted her to take time off and not over work herself, his schedule was a busy one and now that he was back, they had work to do.

Inside her flat, he was greeted with silence. He made his way to her bedroom at the back of the flat. He’d been here a handful of times. She always told him she preferred to spread out when she worked and Harry’s was the place for that. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar and he pushed it open slowly with his ring clad hand. His black nails are freshly painted and shiny, no chips. Still in her bed, Y/N shifted around softly. He smiled to himself, taking in how the room smelled over lavender and how she had pink floral sheets. He walked to the window and raised the shade, hoping to have her wake up without and coaxing from him.

“H,” her voice mumbles into her pillow and he thinks she’s woken up. His face turns to look at her, but her eyes are still closed and she looks completely asleep. He wonders if she’s trying to trick him, but then she mumbles again.

“Mhhh, tha’ tickles,” and she giggles. He kind of grimaces, feeling like he shouldn’t be hearing this. He hadn’t known she spoke in her sleep, it was sweet, but with the context right now, he thought him having this knowledge might not sit well with her.

“Y/N,” he says loudly, before clearing his throat. Her eyes shoot wide and she sits up, dropping the sheet she had been snuggling.

“Harry! Oh my god!”

“Meeting, remember?”

“Oh my god,” she glances around her surroundings, Harry still standing at her window. “What time is it?”

“1 pm. We said 1 right?”

“We did, I just...I don’t know what happened. Sorry, give me a second. I’m out of it.”

When she emerged from her room, dressed and ready for the day, Harry had brewed a pot of coffee with her machine that she really only had for guests.

“Sorry again,” she sits at her countertop, searching for her notebook in her bag.

“No worries,” then he leans across the countertop, “Seemed like you were in the middle of a nice dream.”

His brows are raised as she avoids his gaze. She flushes easily, “I- it was...just one of those usual dreams.”

“You have dreams about me often?”

“I didn’t say that!” Her eyes shoot up to meet his and he grins. He takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again.

“I heard you say ‘H’.”

She rolls her eyes, “That proves nothing.”

They both stare at each other for a minute, not talking or moving. Harry is simply grinning at her as she twitches her hand with her pen in it now. Her eyes are trying to figure out what Harry’s getting at, searching his expression for how he feels about knowing she dreams of him. She certainly wasn’t going to get into it with him, even if he did continue prodding.

“Alright,” she begins when he doesn’t seem to want to press it further. “Oh!” She jumps up, dropping her pen and forgetting about whatever else she was going to say. “Your jacket! And shirt! I cleaned the shirt and the jacket…” She runs out of the room to go to her front closet where she had hung up both the jacket and the shirt.

Returning, she holds them out to Harry and he rounds the countertop to look at them.

“Perfect shape,” he admires the spotless shirt and his beloved jacket. He puts them on the back of the chair that was next to them. “Won’t forget my jacket again.”

She smiles sheepishly, thinking back to Jeff’s conversation with her. Harry notices her change in demeanor and takes one of her hands. Her eyes flash up to his face and her body tenses, he feels it even in her hand.

“Have you gone on any social media since you’ve been home?” His eyes are wide as he runs his thumb over the back of her hand.

She softens slightly, “Oh yeah, after the first day I decided to check. Most were funny and sweet, their nasty comments didn't get to me.”

Her eyes are big on her face and Harry watches as her worries and concerns all wash through the swirling colors in them. He wants to take all of that pain away and just stare into her abyss forever.

“What did Jeff say exactly?” He knows that’s what she’s alluding to. Harry loved his manager, but when he had called him about the jacket incident he had been pretty short with Harry and hadn’t given much information on his chat with Y/N. The way she looked right now bothered him because ultimately Harry was in charge of Y/N in his employment of her and if Jeff had acted like her superior in a way that was harmful he’d be downright upset.

Her eyes grow glassy immediately and Harry’s anger begins to bubble in the pit of his stomach. She tries to blink anything away, but fails.

“I don’t know why I’m crying, it wasn’t terrible. It’s just, all my life, I’ve had to work to be taken seriously because of who I am and I hate when I get talked down to by a man. Especially over a stupid fucking publicity thing for you. Like I’m sorry, but I don’t see you as a public figure where I have to worry about every goddamn thing I do messing up your image.” She pauses, taking a deep breath, realizing she’d gotten really worked up as she spoke. The tears running down her face more in anger than sadness. Harry watches on, letting her work through her thought process. “He was just so mean… for what?” She whispers finally.

“Oh god…darling,” Harry grips her hand more firmly. He wants to take her in his arms, but he’s not sure if that’s what’s best for her right now, so he just keeps holding her hand. She stares up at him, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. Her eyes now tinted a light red.

“I’m sorry he spoke to you in that way. That isn’t his job at all, I’ll definitely talk to him since I didn’t have the full story before. He gets very worried about the media perception thing, especially right now with the album.”

She bites the inside of her cheek, blinking up at Harry. “I know your image is important, too, otherwise why the fuck would I be here? Right? I just don’t think it’s that big of a deal I borrowed the jacket.”

“In a perfect world my image wouldn’t matter at all,” Harry sighed, “Fame is a stupid, fickle thing musicians like me get stuck with.”

“Please, you love the attention,” she teases, poking at his chest. The sweatshirt he wore wrinkling under her touch.

“‘M serious,” he insists, “I’m saying it shouldn’t matter that you borrowed my jacket, but sadly it comes across to the rest of the world like I’m dating you.” He pokes her sternum in return.

“And that would be the end of the world?” she smiles, her tone still teasing, but that worry is back and swimming in her eyes again.

This time, though, Harry must not see it because he laughs and lets go of her hand. “For a lot of people, I think it might be.”

She bites at her lip and tries to contain the laugh that bubbles in her. He was right and as he wandered back into the kitchen for more coffee, she shook her head trying to rid herself of those pesky feelings that had been hoping for a different answer.

The next few weeks go off without a hitch. Harry’s outfits look incredible for the listening parties. Then for the Graham Norton Show, the Jingle Bell Ball, and the One Night Only at the Forum. Every single outfit is received with praise and everything seems to be coming up Harry Styles. Y/N has been traveling to most of his appearances, making sure everything is in order before he goes out. She’s always by his side before he walks out into the public eye. Taking his picture and saving it in the lookbook that keeps growing, smoothing over his lapels, either unbuttoning or buttoning a middle button when she thought he had too many or not enough undone for the look. Whatever it was, she was there for him.

Then, after his appearances, they would debrief. Debriefs really were just time that Harry carved out in his schedule to just be alone with Y/N. Sure, they talked about clothes, that’s how they had first connected, but it always turned to other ideas. They’d talk about his songs and she’d ask about the meanings that he wouldn’t share with the rest of the world. He’d happily tell her about it and they enjoyed that time together. There were stolen glances and lingering touches, but at the end of the day they were professionals who were friends. It wasn’t maybe what either of them wanted, but they weren’t unhappy.

Harry just got back from Los Angeles after filming for his Ellen show appearance and he was set to play the Bowery Ballroom tomorrow in London. After this there was going to be a lot of downtime on Harry’s schedule because of the holidays. He had marked out almost a whole month of time off, at least from appearances. They still had to start planning tour outfits and finalize the outfits for the events after the break. Right now, all she was focused on was getting Harry into the beautiful yellow Gucci suit that was a twin of the Watermelon Sugar suit he had worn on Saturday Night Live. Harry said he wanted to check the suit before tomorrow for some reason, so Y/N had made her way over.

She finished buttoning the sleeves of the jacket and stepped back to admire Harry once again. No matter what he wore he always looked marvelous in her eyes. She’d argue anyone could say that about Harry though. He could pull anything off and make it his own with barely any effort.

Today, his hair was disheveled and mused from his plane ride back into London. The flight from California to England was a rough one, even when you traveled in the type of luxury Harry did. Despite his tired body and eyes, the suit looked stunning on him. He wore it without shoes and she giggled when she saw his feet. His feet tattoos never failed to make her laugh and she had no explanation for why.

While Harry looked good in everything, there actually was something a little off with the suit right now. Normally, it hugged him just right to make him look perfectly muscled and defined, but it seemed to be hanging a little looser in some areas.

She tapped a finger to her lip, looking him over, unsure of what was off.

“Did you lose weight, H?”

“Huh?” He looks down at himself and somewhat notices the looser fit, but wasn’t quite sure if he had lost weight. “Don’t think so.”

She hums and steps closer to him, dropping her hands to tug at various parts of the suit, trying to figure out whether she should take anything in or leave it be.

“It’s probably all the travel I’ve been doin’. Can be draining me more than I realize.” He ponders as she continues to work silently over the suit.

Her hands travel beneath the suit and encircle his waist, almost as if she’s hugging him, but not really. His stomach flexes at the contact, her chest pressed softly against his. She grips a bit of the shirt from the back and then unfolds herself from him to look at the mirror. The shirt is now taut against his sternum and pectorals under the coat. She tilts her head, silently asking him his opinion.

“I think it’s fine the way it is, honestly.”

“Okay,” she nods and releases her hold on the shirt, hand slithering out from beneath his coat. He exhales deeply through his nose. “Make sure you eat properly tonight.” She says before beginning to pack up her things, done for the day. Harry begins to undress himself.

She turns back to face him as he hands her the jacket and shirt, her eyes run over the length of his torso, both for the sake of checking on his health and for other purely selfish reasons. All the tattoos still remained where they always were when she saw him like this. It never got old, his beautiful body. He didn’t even need clothes to look good. She blinks back to reality when the fabric comes in contact with her hand.

“Make sure you treat yourself this holiday season, you deserve it, H. And it seems like any weight you ever gain is muscle anyways, so you don’t exactly have to worry around the sweets table.”

Harry laughs heartily as he slips on his long sleeve shirt he was wearing. Then he starts on the pants as she turns away again to hang up the top parts of the suit.

Finally, she adds when he hands her the suit pants, “Just don’t want you overworking yourself, seriously, H.”

He looks at her as he buttons up his baggy blue jeans. The outfit he wore was just the first clean things he had grabbed when he had gotten home. His green eyes turn serious after the mirthfilled last few moments.

He crosses to her side as she puts away the clothes in the garment bag. His hand lands softly on her shoulder and she turns to him at his touch. “I know. You’re so good to me, darling. Always making sure I’m taking care of myself…”

It’s quiet. The soft breeze in the London air outside barely whispers around the house. Harry’s voice was laced with love, even if it wasn’t his intention. His ‘thank you’ was piercing into her heart and his touch wasn’t helping her stay focused. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Harry take a step closer to her, his head ducking slightly down to her level. Then, right on the edge of her left temple and her hairline, his soft lips pressed against her skin. They brushed against her for just a moment, lingering for the respectful amount of time. But all she wanted was anything but respectful. She wanted his lips pressed against hers, she wanted his hands in her hair, yanking her deeply into him. She wanted to scream when he pulled away, but she didn’t. She smiled warmly up at Harry and her eyelashes fluttered on their own accord like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Thank you,” he whispers again.

“What would you do without me?” She pushes at him playfully, shaking off her giddiness. Then she turns back to her work, scooping up all the items of hers on the table.

“Probably have to walk around naked, huh?”

“Oh my god!” She laughs and starts for the door, Harry follows behind to walk to her out to her car. “Maybe I should quit! People would love it.” She continues laughing as she hangs the garment in the passenger's seat side.

“No thank you, please,” Harry hurriedly says.

She turns to him as she closes the door and leans against the car. This was their routine right before she left, a final chat against the car before she drove off for the night.

“Tomorrow’s going to be amazing, H. It’s gonna be electric!” She scrunches her nose slightly at the pun about the venue as she smiles up at him.

He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek, holding back a laugh. His eyes narrow at her, slyly. “Very funny.”

She only winks at him before pushing herself off of her car and walks to the driver’s side of the car.

He waves as she begins to pull out of the driveway and she flashes him a peace sign and a mouthed ‘Bye’ when she turns onto the street.

After the Bowery Ballroom show, Y/N barely sees Harry at the after party. She doesn’t worry about it too much. His management was going to have a holiday party next week before the little break began for the team. So, she knew she’d see him before she flew back to see her family for the holidays. She was going home for two weeks and then would be back for New Year’s and then would get back to work after that.

She saw Harry exactly twice after the show. First, she saw Harry right after the show and he was all sweaty and exhilarated. He tackled her in a bear hug with such strength she would have fallen back if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly. When he pulled away, he placed two extremely slobbery kisses on her cheeks and she laughed, tipping her head back in pure bliss. Then he was pulled away by Jeff to change and get ready for the after party.

Jeff had apologized over text about the tone he had taken over the whole jacket thing, but only Harry had told him to. It was fine with Y/N, she told him that too, but she just never felt like being around him for very long if she could help it after that. That’s why she liked that most of her job entailed dealing with Harry directly. If she had to go through Jeff for everything she’d likely pull her hair out. He was still short with her at whole team meetings and not necessarily courteous when they were around each other casually. Like she said, it was fine, she just didn’t make it her business to be around Jeff.

The second time she saw Harry was around half past one am. She was pretty sure it was time for her to uber home and she wanted to say goodbye to Harry. Her well-liquored body stumbled around the big room. Deciding to take shots with the band had gotten her to where she was now and she wasn’t complaining she was happy. She was in a celebratory mood and wanted to see Harry right now. Tell him how much fun she had and how proud she was of him. How much she loved him… Hopefully she kept that part to herself.

“Harry!” She finally exclaims, coming upon a group of people surrounding the star himself. She ignored the rest of the people, likely stars too, but she really couldn’t care less. One of them tried to straighten up as if he was going to block her from Harry, feeling like she maybe wasn’t someone Harry wanted to see since they didn’t know her. No one seemed to ever recognize Y/N as Harry’s stylist when it mattered. Harry waved them off, a little drunk as well, but obviously recognizing Y/N.

“Darling!” He exclaims and raises his arms out to her. She grips onto him quickly and snuggles into him happily. With her still in his arms, he turns them from the prying eyes of the group he had been with.

She raises her head from his warm chest so that her lips are near his ear, “Congratulations, Mr. Styles.”

“Thanks, baby,” he purrs into her ear, his voice coarse and low, carrying over the music. She giggles at the nickname, her entire plan going out the metaphorical window.

Her fingers smooth up over the fabric on his chest, a nice short sleeve silk button down that was tucked into dark high waisted trousers - they’d picked it out last week. One of her fingers begins to trace around his collarbone after she reaches the opening of the shirt. His eyes flutter shut at the contact. They were so needy for each other. Each touch would coarse heat through them every time.

“I’m going…” She says after a moment of silence between them. The party was raging around them, most not paying any mind to the two of them off in their own world.

“Don’t go,” Harry practically begs. A hand flies up to pet over the top of her hair and she smiles even wider.

“It’s late and I’m tired,” she makes a face in response to Harry’s pout, “You have lots of people to entertain, Mr. Styles.” Her teeth capture her bottom lip as she stares at him intently.

He groans and pulls her closer. This time his lips brush right against her ear and she wants to shiver, but he keeps her in place. “If you keep calling me that, you’re gonna drive me insane.”

Her eyes widen but her hazy mind isn’t processing all of what is going on. She barely takes inventory of ‘baby’, for him to say she’s turning him on without actually saying it. Tomorrow Y/N would have to deal with that one.

She pulls back from him, creating space between their chests, but he still holds her waist close to him. She leans up and places a kiss on the corner of his lips. It’s technically supposed to be a kiss on the cheek but if she had moved her lips a millimeter to the right they would have been on Harry’s. This gesture has his grip tightening on her, but she pulls away.

“Goodnight!” She sings as she bounces out of sight, wiggling her fingers in a wave before completely being gone.

Harry sighs and runs a hand over his face, kind of in shock of the last five minutes. He had liked it. He just hadn’t expected it. When he turns his attention back to the group that was behind him, it’s not the same as it was before. Jeff looks at him with narrowed eyes and Harry’s eyes go wide and his grin widens as well.

Tonight is the management holiday party for Harry’s team. Y/N and Harry had seen each other two days after the Electric Ballroom to debrief, but mostly to get brunch. They didn’t talk about the little teases they shared at the after party. Both of them just assumed that the other probably didn’t remember and didn’t want to go through the trouble and embarrassment of recounting it. Alcohol has that effect of making you a little bolder than you actually are.

Brunch with Harry solidified Y/N’s thoughts on fame. Celebrity could be so strange, because there was the one day when she got photographed with just Harry’s jacket on and there was speculation of dating, but then she could go out to brunch with him and not be bothered at all. It made absolutely no sense.

Anyway, tonight there were no gifts, but Y/N had gotten Harry something even though he said he never needs anything. She hoped she’d be able to give it to him after they were walking back to their transportation since she wanted it to be a surprise and not have everyone know she gave him a gift. It wasn’t a big deal - or maybe it was - it was just an item she knew Harry had been fawning over. It was so him and she knew he’d probably end up buying it for himself eventually, but it felt nice to be able to give him something for once. Price didn’t matter. Still, she was a little nervous and tucked and re-tucked it several times in the back seat of her car before heading inside.

It was a restaurant his management had rented out for their party. She gave her name and headed inside. The lighting was overly dimmed and it smelled like expensive alcohol and delicious food. It was everything an A-list singer deserved as a celebration. She never could fully grasp that the Harry she had gotten to know as her friend was also the same Harry that the entire world was infatuated with, for good reason. He was charming in the best way, terribly sincere, insanely talented, and all around a good human being. She knew that, it just surprised her that everyone else knew it too. There was just that disconnect for her that she shared him with the rest of the world.

Her high heeled heels brought her to the backroom of the restaurant. They managed to shimmer even in the dim light. She had gone for winter chic with a sequin and mesh white dress, that looked like fresh snow with a cream and blue swirling design on the under layer so that her undergarments weren’t showing through. It was like a modern ice princess look that was finished with her heels that had sparkles on the entire back of them. Her hair was down and her makeup a little more done up than usual. She used a light blue eyeshadow to imitate ice and added some rhinestones on the inner parts of her eyes. She may have watched a Euphoria-inspired makeup look tutorial on youtube and she wasn’t afraid to admit that.

The scene she came upon was what she expected. Lots of men in suits and a good amount of women in power suits too. The people in any interesting clothes were Harry and his band. Some of the business people’s partners were dressed up more but it all wasn’t too exciting. Plus, Harry’s famous friends group hadn’t shown up yet. Y/N hid her disappointment easily, not surprised about the lack of flavor she saw in the style. She just repeated the mantra her mother had always told her: “You can never be overdressed, only underdressed.” It stuck with her always and made her go for those bolder styles when she needed to.

Harry was there, sipping on a glass of water. She figured he might not want to get started on drinking so early in the evening. Tonight didn’t feel like a drinking night for her either. After the last big party, she had woken up with a massive hangover and a few memories that she wished she hadn’t made. She wasn’t planning on repeating that series of events.

As she goes to grab a glass of water on the large table, she gets a tap on her shoulder. She spins.

“Happy Holidays, darling!”

Her eyes widen and her smile immediately grows. Harry grins back at her, his mouth open in the perfect winning smile of his and his eyes twinkling with happiness.

“Happy Holidays to you too, Mr.-” She stops herself, remembering back to the last party, “H.” She finishes firmly after clearing her throat. Harry’s grin turns to a wicked knowing smirk.

“I’m happy you came! I know you’re not super connected to all of the groups here, Harry Lambert is around somewhere though and I know he’s been wanting to talk with you about clothes.”

Harry watches as her eyes shine even brighter when he mentions the other stylist. It was true, Y/N didn’t really mesh with any of the groups that worked around Harry. The stylist kind of stood alone in regards to where she fit into his life, not the business part, not the band part, not the crew, and not the other celebrities. Harry Lambert and other fashion people didn’t always come to these events so it was seldom that Y/N had her own people to talk to. Not that mingling was hard for her, he just knew she didn’t like to do that as much so whenever another stylist or designer was there he always made sure to introduce them - if they weren’t already acquainted.

“That’s amazing! I haven’t seen him in ages… I’ll have to get his opinion on how I’ve been doing.”

Harry licks his lips as he laughs a little at her comment. She looked beautiful tonight and he wanted to tell her.

“Harry. What the hell are you wearing?” Her eyes flash as she takes in his appearance.

He looks down at himself and then back at her confused. They hadn’t picked the outfit out, but he thought it looked nice.

“Obviously not the suit! On your head?”

“Oh. It’s a gift from Mitch and Sarah.” He pauses to reach up to play with the headband sat on top of his curls. “It’s mistletoe and it seems like you’re standing beneath it. You know what that means,” he toys with it as he wiggles his eyebrows.

She scoffs sarcastically, looking to the side for a means of escape, “No way.”

“C’mon! It’s tradition!” He steps forward playfully and she places a hand on his chest.

“You can kiss my cheek.” She says finally and Harry looks at her disapprovingly.

He wags a finger at her with his free hand, “You’re the one under the mistletoe, you have to kiss me.”

“Okay that’s definitely not how this works! Now you don’t get any kiss at all, you cheeky bastard.”

“Fine. But don’t come crying to me when you’re the one with coal in your stocking.”

“Haha.” Her eyes once again roll to the side as she pushes him back and he steps back like she actually had a strong push. Then they both actually laugh and she gives him a quick side hug with a whispered, “there”. Harry smiles down at her, but it falters slightly when she’s already pulling away. He wanted her at his side the entire night, but sadly that wasn’t reality.

She drags him around the restaurant in search of Harry Lambert since the party had started to grow and she needed his height to get her where she wanted to go. Maybe. Or maybe she just liked the way he held her hand to lead her through the crowd that was most definitely not dense enough for her to have to hold on to him to stay with him at all.

She sees more of Harry at this party. They have some good conversations about plans for the holidays and snickering about who was already too drunk even though it wasn’t even midnight. She can’t believe he keeps on the stupid headband all night, giving and receiving various types of kisses from every person he talks to. Some are kisses on the cheek, others are friendly smooches on the mouth. Thankfully all of them are those cute little pecks that friends always tend to share, otherwise Y/N might have had to excuse herself and leave early. Jealous little thing.

As the night dragged on, she began to question herself on that front. Why was she growing jealous when friends would kiss Harry. She could've kissed Harry. She practically did the other week. But now, after refusing him a mistletoe kiss and seeing everyone else do what she didn’t have the courage to do, she felt childish. Well, childish or not, she knew why she couldn’t kiss him. Kissing Harry wouldn’t be just a friend thing for her. It would mean a lot more and if it was just a friend thing for him she wouldn’t be sure if she could handle going on with their working relationship after. Her job was the most important thing in her life. Being a stylist, loving clothes, and working on personal designs for the future was her life. Giving up this prestigious of a job was out of the question. Maybe the idea of being with Harry had crossed her mind, but she didn’t know how it could ever be realistic. If they got together could she keep her job? Would she have to quit? And find a new one? There were too many unknowns for her to ever actually entertain it. That’s why they went to the edge so often, she always would back away and she was sure that if she didn’t, Harry would for her.

He knew her. He knew her passion, he watches it firsthand everyday they work together. Even when they’re not working he can see her mind forming different ideas just based off of the things she sees people wear on the streets. He watches her fingers fiddle over her phone, typing out notes for design ideas and screenshotting inspiration. So every time they went to the edge of changing their relationship, he knew he couldn’t push it because he never wanted to hurt her or her dreams in some way. She was too important to him to simply mess that up. Even if it hurt him.

So when Harry slides in the back of her car that night at 2 am because Y/N says she has something important to show him, he’s fully ready to stop their flirting from going any further. And when she tells him she needs to show him something, she has the most pure intentions when she pulls out the nicely wrapped box, its wrapping paper a swirling lavender pattern that’s really not festive at all, but she prefers it.

He looks between her and the box that she’s now placed in his lap. His green eyes flickering even in the darkness of the car, the city lights illuminating the backseat enough for them.

“You know I don’t need anything…” He fiddles with the skinny mesh ribbon neatly tied around the box.

She makes a little gesture, pushing him to open the present, “I know, but I also know you’ve been wanting this and you deserve it.”

He unwraps the paper to reveal a Gucci box and he rolls his eyes at her, but smiles genuinely as he lifts the top of the box off. It reveals a 1955 Horsebit Shoulder Bag in beautiful shiny black leather. It’s gorgeous.

“I can’t...I don’t know what to say,” Harry’s eyes are huge as his delicate hands ghost over the bag's details. He had been wanting it and he hadn’t gotten the courage to buy it yet. He liked purses, but sometimes he even had his doubts about what he could pull off.

His eyes go back to her and she smiles widely at him, all her teeth on display because she’s just that happy. “This is a really expensive bag, Y/N.”

“If it makes you feel better I can charge it as a wardrobe expense, but then it’s not really a gift from me,” She sighs at his unrelenting gaze.

“Thank you.” He touches at the bag again and then does a dance in his spot. “And don’t worry, I will always remember this as a gift from you. I love it.”

She smiles and leans over the box to look at the bag, admiring the beauty of it as well. “It’s pretty great.”

“Mhmm,” Harry hums and she raises her eyes, seeing his trained on her face. “You’re under the mistletoe again, darling,” he smirks.

Her breath stops once again, how could he do that to her so easily? Their eyes stay locked under the city lights. The fake mistletoe bobs above them still connected to the silly headband. It’s colorful leaves and fun stripes mock her when she flicks her gaze up to it for a moment. Then back to Harry. Harry who’s holding the gift she just gave him. Harry who looks beautiful tonight. Harry who is her favorite person in the world to spend time with.

Now. Now is when she pulls back from the ledge. This is when she takes a step back and stops herself. When Harry laughs it off. When she pushes him away. When they go about the rest of their day like that electricity hadn’t gone up either of their spines.

But that’s not what happens. Instead, she nods in agreement and then crashes her lips against Harry’s. It’s not like those friend kisses that had happened with him all night under that same mistletoe. It’s hard and hot and fast. Her lips are pressed to his for one searing moment and then she’s biting his lip, desperate to taste more of him. She had been longing for this for so long and now that she had it, she couldn’t let it go.

Harry’s hands fly to her cheeks as he pulls her closer, more into his lap. He pushes the box into the front area of the car blindly. The gift was completely forgotten. This was a far more important matter. Her lips were wet and plush and they tasted like the single Manhattan she had halfway through the night and vanilla lip gloss. When she bites his lip, he can’t hold back the moan inside his throat and she presses her tongue into his mouth quickly. He was her oasis and she had been traveling for months. He responds with similar vigor, enjoying the way her body presses to his in the backseat of this little car.

They kiss for as long as they can. Licking, sucking, and biting each other’s lips to taste as much as they can. But it’s just kissing. Neither of them work to travel anywhere else. Their lips are seemingly enough. Each press of their lips communicates what they had been longing for. It’s euphoric.

When the windows start to fog and her eyes open for a random moment, she realizes they need to cool whatever this is.

“H-Harry,” She gulps for a breath of air and she tries to get his attention. “I gotta get home.”

“Come back to my place,” he mumbles into her collarbone, happily licking over his love bite.

She laughs and swallows slowly, “That is definitely out of the question, I have a flight tomorrow.”

He removes his mouth from her and straightens up. His lips are even brighter pink than usual and perfectly puffy. His hair disheveled from her hands. She blushes at the thought.

“Right, forgot about that,” he opens the car door and they both slide out. They stand at her car, just like they usually did outside his house. However this time is quite different from most.

They sigh heavily, in unison. The winter air is cold in London. She shivers slightly and knows she can’t stay in his presence much longer.

“Merry Christmas, H.”

He leans down and places one last sweet kiss to her lips. She wrinkles her nose and smiles unabashedly.

“Merry Christmas, Darling.”

Harry and her don’t talk as much while she’s back home for the holidays. There’s no work to be discussed and while they parted on not necessarily bad terms, there was definitely a conversation that needed to be had between the two. Neither seemed to want to have that conversation over the phone, or worse, text. So for the next week and a half, Harry and Y/N exchanged texts of funny memes that reminded them of each other and odd anecdotes from family members that had made them laugh. Nothing really substantial, just small, I was thinking of you messages.

When she walked out of the luggage carousel at London Heathrow Airport, she expected to be getting in the queue for an uber. Instead, before she could cross the street to get to the queue even, a tall man stopped her. A tall, scruffy, extremely buff, extremely handsome, and extremely kissable man. Harry. It would be terribly strange if it was anyone else.

“Excuse me, ma’am, do you need a lift back to your flat?” His dark sunglasses cover his face and a big coat, scarf, and hat make him hardly recognizable. The curls sticking out from beneath the cute knit scarf are thankfully a dead give away for her. As well as his perfect drawling voice.

She shivered in the cold, her matching grey sweatpants and Treat People With Kindness sweatshirt had been warm enough on the flight, but proved inadequate for almost January in London. Yet, Harry’s presence brings a smile to her face.

“It’s good to see you, H.”

He laughs, his cover obviously blown. His arms encircle her body and she instantly melts into his embrace. His large coat easily fell around her and warmed her. His own natural body heat adds to her new found warmth as well.

“You too,” he murmured. His head buries into the crook of her neck, warming her cold skin.

He pulls back after a rather long embrace, realizing they’re still out on the sidewalk. He takes one step back and she visibly deflates at his absence, the cold once again surrounding her.

“Let’s get you home,” he grabs at the handle of her suitcase in one hand and her hand in the other. The warmth returns and she grins, placated by his touch.

“So are you coming to my party tonight?” He inquires once he settles into the driver’s seat after putting her suitcase in the back.

She shifts in her seat, arms wrapped tightly around herself, still cold without any warmth from Harry or the car. “Don’t you suppose there was a reason why I chose to come home today?”

Harry’s ears perk at the use of home, never assuming Y/N viewed London as her home, still it made him smile.

As the car purrs to life, heat immediately seeping out of the seats and vents, Harry’s phone connects as well. NFWMB by Hozier begins to play softly and she glances at Harry again. The song was so sultry and soft, like expensive dark chocolate melting on your tongue. The mood in the car seemed to shift. Their eyes met, Harry’s green ones narrowing at her, trying to decipher the look she was giving to him.

Then he drove off, softly singing along to the words through the sleepy streets. It was surprisingly quiet out for the holidays, people choosing to lay low during the day so they could celebrate the changing of decades in full force tonight.

After the song ends, his eyes travel over to her again and she’s already looking at him. She had missed his face. Sure, he’d sent some silly selfies while she was gone. Mostly on Christmas Eve with his family when he had gotten drunk on mulled wine and eggnog and brandy. Still, in person, he was even more beautiful. The high cheek bones that glistened with a shine most makeup could only hope to produce. Full raspberry lips with stubble growing to frame above and below. The crinkles growing on his forehead and by his eyes that showed him aging with grace. The precious few moles that had gotten lucky enough to live on his face forever. His big green eyes that were consistently bright with interest and intellect, but deep and knowing despite his loving demeanor. She loved those big green eyes, they were just so big and she didn’t understand how no one took the same interest in them as her. All of it, just sitting there beside her. Don’t even get her started on the soul that inhabited the beautiful man beside her. She never would stop spiraling then.

“What?” He asks softly, the sounds of Paul McCartney during some era fading in.

She blinks, hazily in admirance, “Nothing,” she replies.

“What?” He insists, laughing slightly, the lips she loves so much widening in excitement.

“Just missed you.”

Her voice is quiet but strong, serious. A blush creeps up his neck, taking hold of his features.

“Missed you too,” his left hand reaches across the console to take hold of her hand that resided on her thigh. He squeezes her hand softly and they both smile at each other again.

“Don’t worry, I can get my stuff upstairs. I don’t want you being out in the cold any longer than you have to. I’ll see you tonight, H!” She pushes her body across the console and places a kiss on his cheek before jumping out of the car. Harry makes a half smile, knowing he can’t change her mind. He waves to her behind the window as she travels into her building.

“See you.” He says to himself before driving back to his home to finish up preparing for tonight’s festivities. The party was going to be more intimate than the Christmas party at the restaurant. Tonight was just Harry’s family and closest friend - the band, Jeff and his family, Y/N, and a few others.

The whole night Harry and Y/N are within a foot of each other, if not on top of each other. He never leaves her side nor does she his. They are tethered to one another. The longest they’re apart is when Harry gets them refills of Champagne and Y/N journeys to the restroom. They laugh and catch up.

As the night goes on, Harry begins to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and she giggles and places her hand on his chest flirtily. Their interaction is a dance, bedroom eyes and low voices, lingering touches and suggestive lip bites.

When the countdown begins to grow closer, everyone refills their drinks and gathers in the center of Harry’s living room. They cheer and countdown to 2020. And of course, Y/N’s by Harry’s side as he begins the count. And when they get to ‘one’ and everyone’s saying “Happy New Year”, Harry and her are sharing a chaste peck to the lips that electrifies everything they had been saying to each other all night. She sighs into his mouth, but pulls away quickly, aware of their surroundings. No one particularly questions the kiss, either not paying attention or caring. Harry beams down at her and they enjoy the rest of the evening.

At around 1 am, the last of the guests stumble out of Harry’s homes and into waiting ubers and safe rides. Y/N lingers back, beginning to clean the discarded glassware and paper plates. Her and Harry are definitely tipsy, but they enjoy the cleaning work, making terrible jokes about New Year’s and commenting on what people wore tonight. When it’s relatively cleaned in the kitchen, Y/N wanders out to the living room and finds Harry reclined back on the couch.

“H,” She sticks out her foot and nudges him with her boot.

“C’mere,” he reaches out his hand to her, his coat discarded, leaving his arms bare with only a white tank top on.

She takes his hand hesitantly and is yanked on top of Harry in an instant. With a loud huff, she settles above him. “That wasn’t nice.”

“Shush,” his pointer finger goes over her lips, her eyes narrow at him, “Can you believe we’re seeing 2020?”

“Oh my god! I hate you!” She rolls her eyes at his pun and shakes herself from his hand around her waist. She stands up to walk away but he easily grasps her wrist and stops her, easily sitting himself up on the couch.

He looks at her and her annoyance, that wasn’t all too strong in the first place, dissipates. She sighs, “I should probably be heading home.”

“You should stay, it’s so late,” his hand rubbing over the skin on her wrist.

She bites her lip, contemplating the offer, he was right. “I’m really tired and we haven’t really talked, H.”

“But we-”

“Not about us. We’ve been skirting around it, flirting with each other all night, but we haven’t talked about what’s going on. I can’t stay if you expect something from me.”

“I don’t expect anything from you, Y/N. That’s not why I want you to say,” Harry says earnestly, realizing quickly what she’s saying. “I’ve never expected anything from you. An offer to stay is just an offer to stay.”

“Okay,” she finally smiles and sits down beside Harry.

“You can sleep in the guest bedroom, too. If that makes you more comfortable?”

“Oh...I don’t know if we have to take it that far. Plus, you’re like a personal heater and I get cold at night.”

Harry perks up, he had been feeling resigned that maybe she wasn't on the same page as him. He wanted to be with her all the time but also didn’t want to put any pressure on her. She just made him so happy.

“Great! Let’s get to bed then.” He pops up from the couch and brings her into his arms, “You know where all my clothes are, so you can just borrow whatever you want, and then I’m sure I have extra toothbrushes…”

She giggles into his side as she watches him ramble animatedly. Sometimes he was oh so bright, so joyful and carefree. A stark contrast from the quiet confidence he often exhibited for the public.

She woke up in the warm embrace of Harry. His whole bed smelled like him, vanilla mixed with spices of tobacco and sandalwood. It was delicious and she snuggled in deeper to the soft chest she laid against, breathing in his scent deeply.

They rested there for a long time. Harry makes his awakening known with a lingering kiss to her forehead. They both sigh in contentment, radiant in each other’s arms.

“What’s the plan today?” She ponders as Harry’s fingers trace patterns over her skin. He hums in thought.

“Wanna be with you…”

She laughs and looks up at him, “Me too, but we can’t lay around all day.”

“Well, we could.” Harry insists.

She laughs again and twists in his arms, settling so she’s facing him. She bites her lip as she thinks about something, scanning his face over and over.

“I’m gonna go home and get ready for the day. Let’s just explore the city and do some 2020 shopping. Who knows, maybe fashion’s changed since the last decade,” she grins.

Harry chuckles a little and pets at her hair, “I like the sound of that. And we can talk - about us.”

“Mmhmm.”

He tilts his head forward and meets her lips once again, savoring her taste. Each kiss makes him want more. She was good.

Harry lugs in the four heavy shopping bags into her flat, as she carries the single small bag from the chocolatier he had dragged them into. He presses her to the counter when he sets down the bags and begins to kiss her face all over. She giggles and places her hands on his shoulders, giving him a kiss to the lips before pulling away.

They had talked about what they wanted, what they saw in each other and how that fit into their work relationship and the rest of their lives. Harry would have to talk to Jeff, but more so as a by the way this is what I’m doing with my life, not an ask for permission. Y/N would continue as his stylist until the end of the tour cycle, but afterwards she’d go back to freelancing. They wanted to try to date and be as normal as possible. She told him how she didn’t love the fame or the celebrities. Sure she dealt with those things for work, but when they were off duty, she wanted to be regular. She wanted to go out on dates and make dinner on weekend nights. Harry had agreed, he wanted those things too and he understood her wish to keep work and their relationship separate. However, he’d made her concede to allowing kisses during work hours. She had laughed and said it was an easy term to agree to.

It was going to be a good thing. They were both giddy with excitement, the new year, and all the new things they had bought on their relationship high.

“Oh!” She pushed Harry further away from her and hurried into her room. He laughed and looked confusedly after her. “Wait there!” She called. Harry leaned against the back of her upholstered chair.

“Close your eyes!” She says before coming back into the room. Harry’s hands go over his eyes easily as he grins blindly in her direction.

“‘M waiting…”

“Open.”

Harry’s hands slip away and his green eyes blink open. In front of him stands Y/N holding up a hand knit brown sweater vest with horizontal red, cream and blue thin stripes along with the thicker brown stripes. Harry beams, reaching his hands out to take hold of it.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for later, but I found it at this vintage place while I was home and I couldn’t wait any longer to show it to you.”

“Darling, this is gorgeous. I love it! But you shouldn’t have...”

“I thought you could wear it for Lizzo’s concert. I know you said you liked the other sweater vest, but this one is so-”

“You spoil me, seriously.” He cuts her off and laughs before pulling her back into him. Their lips collide in a searing kiss, Harry’s excitement over the new garment making him eager to show her how much he really loved it.

A small sigh escapes her lips as Harry presses into her. His tongue pushing into her mouth in a way that turns the sigh into a moan.

“Let me show you just how much I love it,” He murmurs against her lips, casting the garment onto the back of the chair he had previously been leaning on.

She smiles, eyes fluttering open and meeting his with adoration swelling in their depths. Then she allows him to back their intertwined bodies into her room.

Some apartment in New York a few months later:

“I knew it!”

“Huh?” Aidy lifts her head from the skit she was working on to look at her friend and coworker.

“That stylist...for Harry Styles,” Heidi shifts, sitting up and turning her phone to face Aidy, “She was seen out with him, getting lunch in London and then making out on a street corner. I bet they were dating back in November when he was on the show!”

Aidy laughs, thinking back to her conversation with the stylist that night of Harry’s show. The girl had been so in love that night and Harry had been smitten all week, describing her in the best way, praising her every decision, yearning for her even. And now they were actually together...she was happy for them.

“I don’t know about that...but they were head over Gucci heels for each other that’s for sure.”

Heidi and her scroll through the pictures on social media of the singer and his girlfriend.

“They probably are the best dressed couple I have ever seen,” Heidi grumbles.

“Now that is definitely accurate.”

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