messylustt · 1 year ago
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am on my knees for jealous/possessive!Hobie x reader? maybe he’s a lil mean at first but by the end he’s very soft 🥺 <3
god I have a weakness for possessive and clingy men— shit
JEALOUS BOY — hobie brown + reader: hobie is a little jealous over the new recruit and how nice you’re being with him.
marks jealous!hobie; kinda bad representation of his iconic accent; poor new peter :( cute lil kiss and confession. wc 1.7k.
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Hobie’s gaze was narrowed, the most focused he thinks he’s been, as he watches you speak with the new recruit. You’re smiling at something he’s said, as you then begin to laugh. Stop laughing. Not for him.
Hobie swiftly moves towards you both, swinging his arm over your shoulder as you turn your head. “Hey, babe.” He grins, seeing your small smile.
But you shrug him off, gesturing to the new recruit. “Peter, Hobie.” You gesture from Hobie. “Hobie, Peter.”
“So, another one ov’ ya.” Hobie eyes this new Peter, with a harder gaze.
“Oh, so this is Hobie?” New Peter says, making Hobie shift his gaze to you.
“Ya talked ‘bout me?” Hobie spares you a side smile, as he bumps your shoulder.
“I said like one thing.” You scoff, crossing your arms.
“Mhm, what?” Hobie felt a little calmer after hearing that he was mentioned in your conversation. You look away, shaking your head. “Aw…ya goin’ all shy now?” He fake pouts, poking your side.
You slightly jolt, shifting your gaze to him. “I only said how loud your guitar can be. And that Peter should be wary of it.” You say, walking closer to said Peter. “Come on, I’ll show you to Spider-byte, she’s knows a shit tonne bout this place…” your voice drifted off as you brought new Peter down the path.
Hobie’s smile had dropped when you began walking away from him. But he focuses on the fact that new Peter will be gone from your side once the walk around was over. He held onto that fact.
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Which turned into not a fact at all. Because when he knew that your little tour would be over he still saw new Peter by your side. Oh no, no. Hobie didn’t like that one bit. So he yet again finds himself by your side, snatching some food off your plate, as he fluidly swings one leg over the bench.
“So, I take it you two are friends?” New Peter asks, shifting his gaze between you and Hobie.
“Eh.” You shrug, to which Hobie grabs your wrist—which held the food you were gonna put in your mouth—as he brings it to his mouth instead. “Hey!” But he keeps your wrist close as his lip ring slightly brushes the tips of your fingers, eating the entire thing, as he leans back, raising his brows.
“Don’t say ‘eh’.” He imitates you, hooking his arm back around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him—his legs still spread over the bench, meaning that your side ended up right against his chest. He looks back to new Peter, making his arm over your body a clear statement to him. “Yeah, we’re friends.”
New Peter finally notices Hobie’s hard expression, as his smile slightly drops, but then you’re directing his attention back to you. “And he’s an annoying little British boy. Trust me.”
Hobie shifts his gaze back to you, grabbing your chin to look at him. “‘Lil Bri’ish boy’?” He quotes in disbelief.
“Annoying little British boy.” You correct, managing to slide back across the bench and out of his grasp. “So, make sure not to get caught up in his web.” You chuckle, as new Peter joins, looking back to you.
“Ya makin’ me sound like a spide—oh.” Hobie realises, giving you a look. “Ya real funny, babe.”
You give him a teasing smile, as you continue to eat, going back to your conversation with the new Peter. God, would you stop talking to him? It wasn’t required anymore, so why were you? Did you like him? Hobie hoped you didn’t plan to make a new friend. And certainly not make something more.
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It happened again. You were with him again. Hobie watched as you stood beside new Peter, talking again.
You were all there for a mission debrief. But that didn’t mean you had to stand so close. Hobie promptly reaches you, jaw clenched as he caught new Peter’s gaze. “New Peter, hey man. How’s ya first few days been?” Hobie’s words a sickly sweet, making new Peter gulp.
“His name’s just Peter.” You say, glancing at Hobie who stands right beside you. Hobie shifts his gaze to you, in slight disbelief. Oh, so you were defending him now.
“It’s okay, and I’m pretty good, thanks Hobes.” New Peter smiled, all innocent.
“Only she can call me that, mate.” Hobie states, gesturing to you, as he yet again eyes him with disdain.
“Hobie.” You quietly hiss. “Sorry, Peter. Clearly a rough day.” You glance at Hobie with narrowed eyes. He narrows his back. “What—ya switch names? He can call me ‘Hobie’, and you…” he gently tapped your shoulder. “…you can call me ‘hobes’.”
You sigh, grabbing Hobie’s arm, as you spare new peter a small smile. Hobie let’s you drag him away, as you spin, arms crossed.
“I told him it was fine. I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t have minded.” You say, glancing back at new Peter, but Hobie quickly brings your head back to face him. Stop looking at him—he thinks to himself.
“Why?”
“Oh come on, he’s new.” You say. “I thought he could use some friends. And you’ve always been very welcoming. You were with me.”
“Yeah, but you’re…you.” Hobie glances over at new Peter who does look a tad nervous as he listens to the debrief. “And come on…him?”
“Yes, him.” You say. “Where’d nice Hobie go?”
“He’s gone.” He says, looking back to you. “If ya keep takin’ to him, tha’ is.”
“Hobie what’s your problem with him?”
“Is it really that hard not talkin’ to him?” Hobie crosses his arms, raising his brow.
“Again…” you sigh. “What’s your problem?”
“No problem.” Hobie shrugs. “Just don’t talk to him. That simple.”
“You’re missing the reason there, Hobes.” You say, with a raise to your own brows.
He slightly smiles, a slight tilt to his head. “At least that means you’re not mad at me.”
“What? Yes I am.” You narrow your gaze, just as Hobie lazily swings his arms atop your shoulders, moving closer to do so as he leans towards your height.
“Nah. Ya called me ‘hobes’.” He’s grinning now.
You scoff. “I can say ‘hobes’ and still be mad at you. Also when were you ever so caught up on names?”
“When you started talking to Mr. Basic over there.” He glances at new Peter. You hit Hobie’s stomach, making him slightly double over.
“Stop being an ass.” You begin to walk back over to new Peter, but Hobie swiftly wraps his arms around your neck and shoulders, your back hitting his front, making you slightly jolt.
“Nah…” Hobie says to your ear, making a small shiver run down your spine. “You can stay with me this mission.”
“You’re not even in this mission.” You say, as his hands begins to fiddle with the material of your suit, arms still wrapped around you. “And when did you get so clingy?”
“Clingy?” Hobie scoffs. “I’m not being clingy.”
“Then why are you draped over me like some sort of koala?” You ask, reaching to pull him off you.
“What was tha’ thing ya said before?” Hobie keeps you close. “Trapped in my web?”
You lick your teeth in slight annoyance as he just smirks. “Just making it clear you’re trapped.”
“Ha you’re funny.” Your sarcasm is clear.
“I know I am. Now come on.” Hobie slides his hand down to yours, grabbing it and bringing you towards the new opened portal.
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“God he’s insufferable.” Hobie states. You had just finished your mission, and are both walking through the lobby.
“I really can’t find the reason why you’re so annoyed. It’s making me annoyed.” You say, brushing some dirt off your thigh.
Hobie looks down, moving your hand away so he can pick the rest off. You eye him. “Is this a dare or something?”
Hobie looks back up at you. “What?”
“Being this touchy and stuff.” You say. “I mean you’ve always been one to throw your arms round someone’s shoulders. But not all this.” You raise your brows, expecting an answer.
He just shrugs. “I like you.”
“Your reasons are vague as hell, hobes.” You say, poking his chest slightly. But as you do so, Hobie grabs your hand, yanking you closer.
“I…like…you.” He says this slower, making you meet his gaze. “And new Peter is in my way.”
“What?” Your brows furrow as you stare at him.
“You keep talkin’ to him.” Hobie further says, as you try and wrap your mind around the implications of his words.
���You’re making it sound like i can’t talk to anyone.” You force a chuckle, making sure this isn’t some sort of prank.
Hobie just holds your hand tighter as his gaze darts across your face, for once—serious. “If they look like they like you…no.”
“I…” you drift off, cause you don’t really know what you were gonna say. “Peter doesn’t like me.”
“You sure?” Hobie asks, and finally the whole situation clicks, all your denials fizzling away. Hobie like likes you. You stare at Hobie, mouth slightly opening.
“You…like me?” You slowly ask.
“I thought I already said tha’?” Hobie can’t help his little side smile from appearing at your cute shocked expression. “I thought I was bein’ painfully obvious too. I guess there isn’t much goin’ on in that pretty head o’ yours.” He taps under your chin, with a teasing tone.
You press your lips together, praying you’re not looking flushed. But of course Hobie notices. “Look at ya…ya all shy.” He brings you closer. “It’s cute.”
Then your gaze is dropping down to his lips, back and forth as your heart beats a fraction harder. Then before you can chicken out, you quickly reach forward and peck his lips.
Hobie blinks as you back away, moving to speed walk away. But then Hobie is smiling, effortlessly pulling you back as his lips find yours, this time a little longer, a little harder. His lip ring sends shivers through you as it contrasts with his warm tongue, eagerly exploring your mouth.
His hands have slipped to cup your neck and face, as he began to smile against your lips. You manage to slightly lean your head back. “You were jealous…” You say, an almost smug smile forming.
“Don’ start.” Hobie mutters, bringing your lips back to his.
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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 11 months ago
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shower situation (smut) part 1
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Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3
word count: 0.8k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut
"It's a girl",
you hear someone faintly say. there's a cold sensation on your body, metal. a million questions flood your brain. where are you? who was that? your head ached, causing a small wince to come out of your mouth. it doesn't matter though, since your eyelids feel like they're glued together. someone jumps down into whatever metal crate you were in, and picks you up effortlessly. you feel eyes on you, but then start to lose consciousness again.
you wake up in a bed, there are bottles of what looks like medicine surrounding you. there are a couple of boys around. while your eyes adjust to the darkness of the hut, you hear a voice. "Are you alright?" a boy with a british accent says. "Who are you guys? Where am I?" you say. a man speaks up, "You're in the glade. None of us remember how we got here, but you'll get your name back in a day or two." you look at them with lost eyes, realising you don't know your name. what you also realise is there were no other girls in the glade. both of those cause you to have a slight internal panic. "Now, Newt here," he points to the boy, "Will show you around and answer any questions you may have." you nod, standing up from the bed and heading towards the exit. there was another guy looking at you, a boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. you pause for a minute, just staring into his eyes, almost looking into his soul. his cheeks turn to a faint pink color. "What are you looking at greenie?" he mutters. you blink out of your haze, turning towards the door again, and walking away.
time skip to night time babs😫
"Any other questions?" newt asks. suddenly, a name floats into your brain. it obviously couldn't have been anyone but yours. "Y/N." he looks at you with a confused stare. "My name- it's Y/N." he smiles, giving you a friendly pat on the back. "Glad to have you in the glade, Y/N." you smile back at him and the two of you walk together towards the kitchen. he could sense that you were hungry, and it was late aswell. you grab a plate of of food and sit with newt and the others. minho, thomas, and chuck introduce themselves to you. they start to talk about whatever and, for the most part, you just listen to them.
after dinner, your little group huddles up. "Alright shebean, so for sleeping arrangements, Alby has decided that you would be best with Gally. We also know that you do need to shower. Basically he would stand guard while you do and help you around other parts of the glade." gally, that name was new. "Sorry, who's Gally?" you ask,  a little embarrased by the amount of questions you've had today. "Him." newt points to the guy that you had seen earlier in the day. when you turn around, he's caught looking in your direction from his group. "Oh, the one from the medjacks." you studied him. he was cute, most likely your age, and you figured he was strong since newt told you he was a builder. the thought of him having to watch outside while you were in the shower, not to mention you had to sleep with him too. how was that gonna work out? newt calls him over, making him jog. apparently he had already been informed of having to 'guard' you, he didn't mind though. gally knew that there were boys who would try to take advantage of the only girl in the glade. it was even darker outside than before, and you just wanted to sleep.
"Are you ready greenbean?" gally said. you give a little mhm and then say goodbye to newt, the new boy leading you. "Did you figure out your name yet?" he asked. you respond, "Yeah, my names Y/N." you cheekily smile, giving him a playful handshake. he holds onto your hand for a little longer than intended, before letting go. he scratches the back of his neck. your cheeks feel warmer when you walk next to gally. feeling tired, you say the first thing that comes to your mind to get rid of the awkward-ish air. "I'm glad to finally sleep with you." he turns red. "I- didn't mean it like- I meant like you know...Okay I'm just happy to rest after today." you stuttered. in the moment of explaining yourself, you trip over a rock. luckily this time, someone's here to catch you as he grabs your waist with both of his hands. he laughs, removing his hands, "I know what you meant, Y/N." "I wouldn't mind either one." he muttered the last part to himself, thinking you didn't hear. you laugh with him, making a note to thank your good hearing, and your cheeks go pink. well this was gonna be fun...
remember this is all on my wattpad <3 (link in bio)
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seeingivy · 11 months ago
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lovesick
actor!eren x reader
**part of my method acting series
an: come get yall juice
songs mentioned: lovesick by laufey!
previous part linked here
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Ten minutes later and you’re all standing outside the house, as the blaring fire truck pulls up to the curb. And you give everyone an awkward sheepish smile, as you all shiver in the cold November night, as the firefighters march into the house. 
It seems that in your efforts to be…..symbolic, you accidentally set the fire alarm off. 
Which has the group of you outside, freezing in the November cold, as you wait for them to exit the house and safely turn the alarm off. 
“Right. So what exactly were you doing, Y/N?” Levi seethes, irritatedly rubbing his biceps in the cold of the night. He’s heroically given up his jacket for Hange, whose currently teasing Sasha and Niccolo about something. 
“Why do you think its me?” you respond. 
“It came from that room. And I know damn well Colt and Porco aren’t stupid enough to do something like that.” Levi responds. 
“Hey. Porco is plenty stupid.” 
“I heard that.” Porco grumbles. 
You shoot him a smile, as he walks over with Colt and the two of them reach forward to shove you. You shove back, the three of you laughing into the night as Levi grumbles some more about firefighters and the bills and walks away. 
“Colt. I’m cold.” you murmur. 
“Okay. Why don’t you go ahead and start another fire to generate some warmth?” Colt responds, glaring. 
“Or you could just be a good big brother and give me your jacket?” you respond, giving him a big smile. 
“Absolutely not, twerp. You literally set my room, that you are not welcome in, on fire.” Colt states. 
“Where else am I supposed to sleep? Do you want me to cuddle up with Eren?” 
Colt glares, before shoving you and responding. 
“Share with Mikasa. Stop being a little baby bitch about the maid of honor thing.” 
“I’m not being a baby bitch!” you respond. 
“You kind of are, love.” Porco responds. 
“You keep your stupid British butt out of this, innit love. I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable. She wants to room with her fiance and I’m going to let her.” you respond, mimicking Porco’s British accent. 
“Oh yeah. That’s why the two of you keep giving each other wistful, longing looks whenever you’re around each other. You’d think it was the two of you getting married.” Colt spits back, his breath materializing in the cold air. 
Colt aggressively rattles your head one last time before moving to where Gabi and Falco were standing as Porco makes a gesture to take his jacket off. Which has you yanking him by the ear and fervently whispering in his ear. 
“Are you fucking stupid?” you whisper. 
“Eh?” Porco responds. 
“If you are trying to romance Pieck, why are you giving me your jacket?” 
“You were just bitching about how you were cold.” Porco deadpans. 
“Well, go find out if she’s bitching about being cold. And give her your jacket. Must I do everything for you?” you respond, pinching his ear harder. 
Porco, you are quick to find out, has the same romantic capabilities as a valencia orange. Which means that in all the time you’ve spent freeloading in their room, Porco has enlisted your help in romancing Pieck, who has caught his eye. 
Porco rolls his eyes as he walks over, and you shoot him a satisfied smile when Pieck wraps his jacket around her cold arms, particularly pink in the cheeks as the two of them talk in the cold. 
Eren, Connie, Jean, and Mikasa, however, are not aware of this. Which has the four of them, particularly Eren, groaning from ten feet away at the sight of the two of you together, giving each other warm smiles in the cold. 
“Imagine losing the love of your life to a British guy. Twice.” Connie states. 
“Shut up.” Eren grumbles, shoving him in the side. 
“First he colonizes your country and then your girlfriend?” Jean asks. 
“She’s not my girlfriend, need I remind you.” Eren responds, glaring. 
“Just when we thought Y/N was done with London Boys…” Connie adds, earning an angry shove from both Eren and Mikasa. 
“The British are coming, Eren! The British are coming!” Jean screams, saluting Miksasa and Eren. 
“He’s not from London, dumbass.” Mikasa responds. 
“Her kid’s first word is going to be bruv…” Connie adds, putting on the thickest accent he can muster. 
“They’re not having kids!” Eren groans. 
“You guys are so mean! Leave Eren alone, you know how much it must hurt him to see something like that. Especially when he’s been so lonely and-” 
“Wow. Thank you, Mikasa. Your defense of me is so moving.” Eren states. 
Eren rolls his eyes, as the group of them snicker at his response, and they all immediately wrap their arms around him. A common habit the three of them have, knowing damn well that Eren’s mind is the worst place to be at times, and that sometimes their presence and stupid jokes is enough to put a damper on that internal monologue that plagues Eren constantly. 
“Go fight for your girl, Eren. She doesn’t even know what you did for her.” Mikasa states. 
“Correction. What I tried to do for her. And you go fight for your best friend. Who should be your maid of honor instead of that rodeo clown, Amy, by the way.” 
“Hey.” Mikasa states, glaring at him. 
“I swear to god, my feet have bruises from when we practiced walking down the aisle. I’m going to be in a wheelchair by the time we make it to the wedding, Mika.” 
“You’re just saying that because you want Y/N to be walking down with you instead of Amy.” Mikasa counters.
“Well, yes. Obviously. But even besides that, do you really want Amy to be at your side during your wedding, Mikasa? Y/N is your best friend. Mind you, this wedding wouldn’t even be happening without me and her. We’re the only reason you guys got to have all those sleepovers back in the day.” 
“You’re full of shit, Eren. You’re acting like you didn’t benefit from those sleepovers either.” Jean counters. 
“No one had a sleepover with me. Which is just fucking rude in my opinion.” Connie adds, rather unhelpfully. 
Eren frowns, as he looks over at you. Your head is angled up, staring at the stars littered across the sky and the tiniest crescent moon shining down on all of you. Eren swallows hard, trying his best to aid you in your efforts to make amends. 
“I’m just saying, Mikasa. This is your wedding. You only get married once ….do you really not want her to be a part of it?” Eren asks. 
Eren watches Mikasa, at the wistful look on her face, as she watches you stand there alone, crunching the rocks under your feet as you hop in the cold of the night. Eren gives Mikasa one last pointed glare before walking over and standing at your side. 
“Hi Margaret.” 
“Hi Bruce.” you respond. 
“Did you pick up arson as a hobby in your free time?” he asks. 
“Of course! Arson is good for the environment. I’m very passionate about climate change.” you respond, earning a laugh from him. 
“How so?” 
“Fires stimulate new growth. Recycles nutrients in the ground, clears the forest floors of debris, and opens it up to sunlight.” you murmur. 
“Oh, yeah. Porco’s carpet is really flourishing right now.” Eren responds. 
“Exactly! You get me.” you respond, as the two of you laugh into the night. 
Eren’s quick to take his own jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders, as you give him a glare. 
“Just when I think you’ve reached the peaks of your cornniness, you always seem to astound me, Eren Jaeger.” 
“What can I say? I’m an overachiever, princess.” Eren responds, pinching the softness of your cheek. 
The two of you laugh as you both smile at each other, in the chill of the night. He’s about to speak, but on cue, the firefighters walk out of the house and you both get distracted, running to huddle back into the house. Levi murmurs something about hot chocolate, which has the group of you jumping in excitement, as you all settle into the kitchen and the dining table. 
And as always, Falco is scribbling some mess in his notebook, something you’ve found him doing almost everyday this week. You slide into the seat across from him and Niccolo, giving Gabi a polite smile at your side, as you look up at him. 
“Hi Coco.” 
“Hi Y/N.” 
“What are you up to?” you ask. 
Like a deer caught in headlights, Falco immediately slams the book shut and gives Gabi and Niccolo painstaking glares before awkwardly laughing.
“Nothing! Drawing!” Falco rambles. 
“Are you doing nothing or are you drawing?” you ask. 
“Nothing. I’m doing nothing.” he responds. 
You give Gabi and Niccolo a pointed glare. 
“You would tell me if he was writing my name a hundred times in the Death Note, right?” 
Gabi and Niccolo laugh, as Gabi and Falco immediately run off for their hot chocolate and you move to Niccolo’s side. The group of them join you with their steaming cups of hot chocolate and you shoot Connie a grateful smile when he sets one down in front of you. 
“He really isn’t plotting my death, is he?” you ask Niccolo. 
“No. No. Don’t be silly, Y/N.” he responds. 
You sigh, wrapping your fingers around the warm mug. 
“I know. I just haven’t…fought with him like this before. It’s weird to have an awkward air to us.” you respond. 
“You haven’t fought with Falco, ever. You guys both fight with me.” Colt corrects. 
“Well, you’re annoying, Colt.” you respond. 
You turn back to Niccolo, gesturing for him to give you an explanation. 
“Falco’s trying to impress you, Y/N.” Niccolo states. 
“Huh?” 
“He’s writing a song. Trying to prove to you that he should be here.” he states. 
You deflate. You never meant to make Falco feel like you thought he was untalented. That he didn’t deserve to be here. 
“Is the song good? Please tell me he’s a songbird and less of a…falcon.” Connie responds. 
“You’re not as funny as you think you are, Connie.” Mikasa deadpans, rolling her eyes. 
“Oh, it’s great. I can tell he has a lot of promise, this is the type of stuff we get in demos at the label.” Niccolo responds. 
“Label?” you ask. 
“I worked with a label for a while back as a producer. I kind of decided it wasn’t my thing a while ago and went into acting.” Niccolo states. 
“Would you happen to know anything about like…making deals regarding albums and stuff?” you ask. 
“Yeah. Why do you ask?” 
The smallest spark of hope flares in you. 
“I have a dilemma. I was wondering if you could shed some light on it for me?” you ask. 
“Sure. What’s up?” Niccolo asks. 
Eren and Connie give each other a look. 
“When I signed on with Danny and Sareen, I promised the label four albums. The thing is, I…kind of fired them before I got to the fourth one and then released that one independently.” 
“You fired them?” Gabi asks, eyes wide. 
“Yeah. They…they weren’t great. Anyways, they’re kind of claiming that they have ownership under the fourth album and that it’s in violation of my contract with them to have released something before the contract was up. So all of the royalties for streaming the songs goes to them but since I’m not technically an employee of the label anymore they…..they don’t pay me a cent of the money.” 
The group of them go silent, eyes wide as they stare back at you. You note that Levi and Hange’s ears perk up from where they’re standing too, five feet away in the kitchen with the mugs. 
“Which album is this, Y/N?” Annie asks. 
“The Lucky One.” 
“What?” Annie states. 
The group of them break out into their own chatter, Connie and Eren being noticeably silent in the mix. Annie and Armin are going on about how ridiculous it is, Porco making it a point to note that it’s your most streamed albums, that the money must be somewhere in the millions as you give them all a polite smile. 
“Is there anything I can do, Nico?” you ask. 
Niccolo sighs. 
“I don’t know many people who have been successful with this type of thing. But I’ll see what I can find out for you, okay? We’ll think of something.” Niccolo responds, his mouth upturned as he frowns at you. 
“Okay. Thanks Nico, I-I was just wondering. I’m not holding my breath about it or anything.” you respond. 
The group of them shuffle back into their own individual conversations, as Mikasa takes the empty seat at your side.
“Hey.” 
“I’m sorry you don’t get any of the money for the Lucky One, Y/N. It’s a really great album.” 
“Thank you, Mikasa. Really.” you respond, squeezing her hands in yours. 
You both lift your mugs, the silence enveloping the two of you as you try to think of the words. 
To make amends. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your engagement party.” you respond. 
“Oh- that’s-” 
“Can I…can I explain?” you ask. 
Mikasa nods. 
“I found out that I didn’t own the album anymore the day before the party. And I had every intention of coming actually, I had packed the bags and bought a dress and booked a plane ticket but…” 
You sigh. 
“My music is the one thing that I owned. If there was any merit to me, if people called me fake and a slut and everything in between, there was….little they could say about the music. It was mine. I wrote it, I put my heart and soul into it just to…” you ramble. 
“I can imagine, Y/N.” Mikasa responds, softly. 
“It’s….it took so much out of me to make all four of those albums. And it’s not that I’m not proud of them but they were the reason it was so hard. To think that they still make money off of me, after everything they did is…” 
“A good reason not to come to an engagement party.” Mikasa finishes.
“I should have been there still. Or at least told you. About everything that happened and I’m really sorry about that but-” 
Mikasa sets her mug down at the table and immediately wraps her arms around you, her hands soft in your hairs as you deflate into your shoulder. When you look up, Connie, Jean, and Eren are smiling at the two of you and you make it a point to glare at them. Connie mouths something that looks an awful lot like “maid of honor” which has you rolling your eyes.  
When you all shuffle back into your rooms, Mikasa gives you a tight hug before you go to bed. And you relish in what you can get. 
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“Your head is going to explode if you think any harder.” Levi states, crossing his legs as he sits beside you on the floor. 
You sigh, hiking your knees to your chest. You watch Falco and Kaya run around the set, playing with the extra ODM gear lying around the set. He’s laughing hard, excitedly panting as he runs along the perimeter of the room. 
“Talk.” Levi states. 
“Am I a cavewoman, Levi?” you mutter. 
“Evidently.” Levi responds. 
You sigh. 
“I’m just wondering how we’re going to protect Falco, Gabi, and Kaya from all this stuff.” you murmur. 
Levi meets your line of vision, watching the three of them now running around. And you and Levi rise to have the same conversation you had months ago, though relatively calmer this time around. 
“I understand why you want to, but you have to let go of that, Y/N.” Levi responds. 
“Why? He’s my brother, Levi. And Gabi and Kaya are so sweet, they’re so…full of life. I’d hate to see that ripped from them just because people are horrible.” you murmur. 
“Did you listen when I warned you, Y/N? Did Eren?” he asks. 
You rest your chin against the tops of your knees, as you hug your knees closer to your chest. 
“Levi…” 
“There are some lessons you have to learn on your own. You can’t learn their lessons for them. All you can do is be there to catch them if they fall.” Levi responds. 
You lean your head against the back wall. 
“It’s a touch pill to swallow and I get that. Trust me, I’ve been ten different levels of frustrated with myself when I wasn’t able to stop certain things from happening. But-” 
“None of those things were your fault, Levi.” you respond. 
“If something does happen to Falco and Gabi, it won’t be your fault either.” 
You sigh. 
“Everyone goes through things like this. These aren’t just…isolated to us because we’re famous. Granted, they are on public display for people to see, but everyone goes through this kind of thing. These are just the…obstacles that we’ve been given.” Levi responds. 
“Okay, Levi. I’ll try to get there.” you respond. 
Levi looks over at you, eyebrows raised. 
“You feeling okay? You’re listening to me without any pushback?” he states, lightly shoving you. 
“Shut up. I’m turning over a new leaf. Trying to do this thing called making amends.” you respond. 
Levi smiles in response, a hand coming down on your hair. 
“Consider us amended. So what’s your deal with Mikasa then?” he states. 
You groan. 
“She’s your cousin, Levi. You tell me what her deal is with me.” you respond. 
“I believe she picked our resident pain in the ass, Amy, as her maid of honor because she literally had to pick one. The wedding isn’t too far out and she needs the help since Jean can’t help when it comes to type of this thing.” Levi resopnds. 
You hum in response. 
“Not that Amy is any help either. Not that I hate my own family but…Amy’s always been a bit of a…tough nut to swallow. She’s made a couple of weird comments to Hange, so obviously I hate her. Just doesn’t understand the whole fame thing, that’s all.” 
You snort. 
“It’s weirdly nice to have her around. I- she asks me all these overbearing questions. Kind of prepares me for when I’ll start having to do press again.” you murmur. 
“I won’t send you on the press tour unless you’re ready for it. And you know there will be multiple with the season being split into three, so…don’t rush into it all.” Levi responds. 
You nod, giving him a polite smile. 
“Thank you, Levi. For always being there to catch me.” you respond. 
“Don’t thank me for basic human decency, brat.” Levi spits, standing up to join Hange on the other side of the room. 
You smile as you walk up to Connie, who is aggressively scribbling on the whiteboard. There’s two columns and his chicken scratch handwriting on the space. 
Father versus Daddy. 
“Is anyone going to explain?” you ask, settling into the seat between Mikasa and Sasha. 
“They’re ranking everyone’s new Season Four looks. But Connie’s insisting that you cannot compare fathers and daddies. And Jean is forcing us all to do it anyways.” Sasha explains. 
You hum in response, as you tune into Connie’s incessant rambling. 
“No, listen. Why would you compare Reiner and Eren? That’s not even the same playing field!” Connie shouts. 
“Well, if you’re making an objective list, you have to compare them.” Jean states. 
“Whose the daddy and the father between Reiner and Eren?” you ask. 
“Princess, don’t ask stupid questions.” Connie states, rolling his eyes. 
“What? It’s a valid question.” you deflect. 
“Eren is obviously the daddy. And Reiner is father. Look at that beard.” Connie states, grabbing Reiner by the cheeks and squishing his skin. 
You smile. 
“Facial hair really suits you, Reiner. Unlike some people.” 
There’s a good amount of laughter, as you look over at Eren who rolls his eyes at you. 
“Okay, everyone pick. Are we picking Eren or Reiner for the first spot?” Connie asks. 
“I still think it’s rude that I was eliminated at the last round. It’s very hard to pull off a mullet.” Jean states. 
“Stop quoting your fiance! You lost out fair and square.” Niccolo shouts. 
After Connie counts the votes, Reiner beats out Eren by one vote, to which Reiner’s satisfiedly smiles. Levi calls for Eren to start filming, as you turn on your seats to watch him film. 
The ends of Eren’s voice are lost to you as he takes his shirt off and the group of you go silent. 
Eren’s raking his fingers through his own hair as he secures it at the back of his neck, just for Connie to start hollering at him and Jean starts wolf whistling. There’s a pink flush climbing up Eren’s neck as he flips the two of them off, before turning back to Levi. 
“Can I change my vote?” Pieck asks, earning a fit of laughter from the group. 
And you’d love to relish in the discourse, because Eren’s clearly been working out, but you’re entirely distracted by the three, jagged pink scars running along the length of Eren’s back. The makeup team is quick to walk onto the set, quickly masking the scarred tissue as Eren shoots them a polite smile. 
“Eren was my celebrity crush when I was little.” Gabi states. 
“Me too!” Kaya responds, the two of them giggling into their hands. 
Falco is seething behind you at their admissions as Connie joins you at your side, picking up on your blank stare as you watch Eren lean forward on the sink. 
“Real cutie, isn’t he?” Connie asks, elbowing you in your side. 
You roll your eyes. 
“You can’t even say no. You voted for him.” Connie responds. 
“Yes. I’m aware, Connie.” 
Levi shoots you and Connie a glare, as you both apologize and quiet your voices. 
“The marks on Eren’s back, Connie.” you murmur, softly. 
Connie nods, almost too understanding of what’s plaguing you. 
“That’s Eren’s story to tell you. But it happened on set, a while back.” 
You look back at Eren, as him and Hange act out the scene. At the raised skin on his back, in between the tautness of his muscle. You absentmindedly think that if you were to run your hands on his bare back, it would no longer be a smooth surface like the last time you held him. There would be raised skin in the mix, that soft, pink tissue. 
“We should just count ourselves lucky that Hange and Levi never endangered our lives when they had us doing stunts.” Connie states. 
You nod, the thought sombering your mood all together when you realize what he means. 
That Eren was hurt by people being careless with his safety. 
“Ask him about it. He’ll tell you.” 
“He doesn’t tell me anything. We just kind of awkwardly pretend nothing happened.”
“Do you ask?” Connie states. 
“What am I supposed to say? Hey, remember when you said our entire relationship was fake on a really popular podcast? What did you mean by that?” 
Connie sighs. 
“Start small. There’s a lot for you both to unpack. It takes a second.” Connie murmurs. 
“There’s a lot for you to unpack too, Connie. Like the fact that you and Eren are best friends? Because the last time I saw you, you quite literally had just fist fought him a few days prior and said he was the reason you were even addicted in the first place.” you respond. 
Connie sighs. 
“I was wrong. When you came, mind you, I was already so far gone. And anything I was saying, you…you shouldn’t give merit to it. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Eren. He was the one who took me to rehab. And made sure that I stayed there. All while he was trying to help Lana and-”
Connie stops abruptly. 
“Just pressure him. He’s been preparing what he’s going to say to you for so long. And he’s just scared to let it all out after so long.” 
You frown, the irritation festering in you, as Eren walks up, a smile plastered on his face. Connie holds his shirt out for him before walking away, as Eren takes the seat next to you. 
“Hi Margaret.” 
“Hi Bruce.” you grumble, glaring at him. 
The two of you sit in silence as you ponder how to approach it, keeping your eyes fixed on the crew changing the set for the next scenes. 
“What happened to your back, Eren?” 
You notice Eren immediately tense up next to you, his hands tightly clasped together, as he swallows hard. 
“Y/N.” 
“I want to know what happened to your back. What you meant when you talked to me backstage at the awards show. Why you took me to that beach.” 
It’s almost like you’ve broken some wall between you, that tiny porcelain barrier that you and Eren never touch. Because Eren’s eyes go wide, his demeanour entirely different, like a downtrodden animal. And he looks just like he did at the awards show, a person who seems miles away. 
“I want to know why the fuck you went on that podcast and acted like you didn’t care about me. I want to know if you fucking care about me, Eren.” 
“Of course I care about you!” he murmurs. 
“Oh, I’m sorry, Eren. You insinuating you only wanted me for my body gave me a pause for a second there.” you spit. 
Eren shuts his eyes, in frustration or pain you can’t quite tell, as he unclasps his hands. 
“Why did you let me break up with you because Sareen and Danny asked me to?” you ask. 
“Why did you break up with me because Danny and Sareen told you to, Y/N?” Eren counters. 
Your throat burns. 
“Well, I-” 
“Why did you come to see me for my birthday, Y/N? Could you not tell that I didn’t want you there?” Eren asks. 
The embarrassment courses through you. 
“I came to tell you that I still loved you, Eren. I came there because I wanted to be with you.” you counter. 
“And I stopped talking to you, I pulled away because I couldn’t have you be there with me. That is the last place I could have you be, Y/N.” Eren responds, frustrated. 
“I get it. You don’t want to be with me. You don’t need to keep fucking rem-” 
“Do you have selective hearing? Where did I say that I didn’t want you? I said I couldn’t have you be there with me. Those are two different things.” he seethes. 
You glare at him. 
“You sound like a dumbass, Eren. Your actions were literally-” 
“What part of that trip made it seem like I didn’t fucking want you? If you critically think, for two seconds Y/N, you would realize that the fact that I fucking loved you so much I couldn’t even stay away when you showed up. But I couldn’t have you there. Because if it came down to it, when I had to pick between covering someone else or taking care of you, I’d pick you. And I…I couldn’t. There was too much at stake and-” Eren rambles. 
“You aren’t even making sense, Eren. What could possibly be at stake?” you shout. 
Eren sighs. 
“Everything, Y/N.” Eren responds, softly. 
He reaches down, taking one of his hands in yours, as he presses hard on your knuckles. There’s nothing behind his eyes, or rather something simmering deep down, as he avoids your gaze. And the entire…demeanour is enough to push back the wave of anger and let that small soft spot that you have for Eren rise up. 
That always coaxed him into talking. 
“Y/N.” 
“What?” 
“I’m asking you that when the time comes, you’ll hear me out. I-I have answers for you. All of them, almost every single one I just need you to wait. For me. Please.” Eren begs. 
You know the look in his eyes too well. The desperation. The same desperation that Eren had when he asked you if you still belonged to him, on that beach. 
And for a second time, you give in. 
“Don’t make me wait forever, Bruce.” 
The wall is back up. 
“I won’t, Margaret.” Eren responds. 
He drops your hands, before walking away with his hands shaking, as you swallow that acidic bile in your throat. And try to rack your mind for the hundredth time, trying to figure out what Eren means. 
--
There’s something about Sasha and Niccolo that makes your heart yearn.
You place your hands flat on Sasha’s shoulders, wrapping your coat around her arms, as she smiles at you in the mirror. You’ve braided the front of her hair, Mikasa’s twisted little flowers into the ends, and Gabi’s brushed all your sparkly makeup over her face to the best of her desires. 
Because Sasha and Niccolo are going on their first date. 
And there’s something about both of their demeanours, the way they act around each other, that leaves a pit in your chest. And comes with a mix of emotions - going every which way. 
First, an overwhelmingly abundant feeling of happiness for Sasha. Because if her words were any inkling to you, it seems like this agonizing want, to be held, to be loved, is something that has plagued Sasha for years. And being here - being around Jean and Mikasa, Levi and Hange, even you and Eren - you’re almost positive that Sasha’s been walking around with this pit, with this yearning in her chest her entire life. 
It almost makes it sweeter that she’s getting it now. 
Second, there’s some part of it that leaves you with this warm, soft feeling in your stomach. Because the group of you - Sasha, Mikasa, Annie, Pieck, and even Gabi - you’d spent all day together. Picking out Sasha’s outfit, letting her pick out the jewelery, and tell you all the things that Niccolo had planned for her. 
That the two of them were going to go on a picnic, by a lake nearby. That Niccolo had spent all this time planning the date with all the guys - that Eren told him about the place, that Jean picked out the food to make with him, that Connie’s been giving one liners to Niccolo to use the entire night. 
And third, it makes you long for something you don’t quite have anymore. That at one point, there was someone that filled you with that type of joy. That you know the full extents of her happiness, because you were once in that spot, and even worse, know exactly what could be waiting for her if things go south. 
It leaves you with many things. Longing, yearning, fear, and protectiveness. Over Sasha. 
Downstairs, Eren is having the same feelings, as the group of them threaten Niccolo at the dining table. Jean, Connie, Armin, and Eren made it a point to make sure that Niccolo, sweet sweet Niccolo, was going to show Sasha the time of her life tonight. 
Connie’s having way too much fun with it. Meaning, that he’s got a flood light that he stole from set that he’s shining in Niccolo’s face. Like he’s in an interrogation. 
“What are your intentions with Sasha, Niccolo? If that’s even your real name.” Connie seethes. 
“Niccolo is my real name. And I just want to take her on a date. M-make her feel special.” 
“Likely story, bitch boy.” Jean screams, slamming his fist down on the table. 
Eren looks over, giving Armin a weary look, as Jean and Connie continue. 
“What food did you make, lover boy?” Connie asks. 
“Um, Sasha once mentioned that she wanted to try ratatouille? Like from the movie? So I made that and the sides are mashed potatoes since she likes-” 
“How do you know she’s going to like it? What are you going to do if she doesn’t?” Jean asks. 
“Take her somewhere else. Make sure that she eats something she likes?” Niccolo asks, a bead of sweat on his forehead. 
Armin leans over, whispering in Eren’s ear. 
“They’re having way too much fun doing this. I almost feel bad for the guy.” Armin states. 
“I know. Sasha’s going to wring their necks out when she finds out they did this.” Eren responds. 
“That, I want a front row show for. Sasha always has the funniest insults.” 
“God, I know. I’m so lucky she wasn’t there when we were all talking about Hobo Eren for the first time. I’m afraid my self esteem wouldn’t be able to survive that.” Eren mutters back. 
Armin laughs, with has Eren’s chest writhing in ten different ways, as Connie starts interrogating Niccolo about where he’s going to place his hands on Sasha tonight. 
“Okay, Con. That’s enough.” Eren states, giving Armin a knowing look as they both take a seat across from Niccolo. 
“Ah. Right, I hope you know that I-I have the best intentions with Sasha tonight. I really, really like her and I would never do anything to hurt her.” Niccolo states, hands up in defense as he looks at Armin and Eren. 
Eren fights the urge to smile. 
“You better.” Eren states, face blank as he looks at Niccolo. 
“H-huh?” Niccolo asks. 
“You heard him. You better.” Armin repeats, mimicking Eren’s expression. 
“Right. I-I just said that I did.” Niccolo responds. 
“Great. Then we won’t have a problem. Do you want a problem, Niccolo?” Armin states, folding his hands on the table. 
“N-no.” he responds. 
“Why did you stutter, Niccolo?” Eren asks, pinching his eyes at him. 
On cue, Eren and Armin are cut off from their version of Jean and Connie’s interrogation, which they’re sure is more horrifying than theirs, as all the girls run down the stairs and start giggling. Eren’s thrown off by the excited look on your face, at your hands linked with Mikasa. 
“Oh! Oh, Nico stand up! You look so cute.” you state, squeezing Mikasa’s hands as you look at him. 
His soft blonde curls are tamed against his forehead, the tiniest bouquet of little flowers bunched up in his hands. You can tell that he’s a little nervous - from the way he’s awkwardly smiling at the group of you and the little flush on his cheeks - which has your heart squelching even more. 
“Sasha’s a lucky girl.” Mikasa agrees, a wide smile on her face. 
“Speaking of Sasha, I think she’s ready.” Annie states. 
The group of you all stand to the side, arm linked with Sasha’s, as Sasha stumbles down the stairs. Niccolo and Sasha have matching pink flushes rushing up their necks as they awkwardly smile at each other, Sasha stumbling over her words when Niccolo hands her the flowers and Niccolo nearly losing it over Sasha calling him handsome. 
“You two. If I found out you bothered him, I’m going to wring your necks out.” Sasha states, pointing over to the boys with a menacing glare. 
“We didn’t do anything!” Jean whines. 
“I’m not talking to you, Jean. I’m talking to you two.” Sasha states, accusingly pointing at Eren and Armin. 
“We didn’t do anything. Right, Niccolo?” Eren asks, giving him his best peachy smile. 
“Of course not!” Niccolo states, linking his hands with Sasha as the two of them give you all waves goodbye and you all clump by the door to watch them settle into the car. 
Armin and Eren are directly behind you, giggling about something, as the two of them drive off. 
“You guys are so mean. You probably scared the guy to death.” you state. 
“It was nothing that wasn’t necessary, Y/N.” Eren responds, crossing his hands over his chest. 
“If anything, I would argue it was noble. Wouldn’t you agree, Eren?” Armin states, leaning his elbow on Eren’s shoulder, like he’s deep in thought. 
“I think I would, Armin.” Eren responds, the two of them giving admonishing look. 
“He’s a sweet guy!” you whine. 
“We know that. But this is Sasha. I can’t have him going around thinking he’s in her league or something.” Eren states. 
“Sasha is basically a national treasure. We’re have to remind him of his place here.” Armin states. 
You roll your eyes, pushing past the both of them, as you roll your eyes. You pad into the kitchen, rummaging around for snacks, as Eren follows behind you. And right when you’re about to pour yourself a bowl of cereal, Eren’s quick to snatch the box from your hands. 
“Sorry. We’re eating proper food for dinner tonight.” Eren states, giving you a peachy smile. 
“You’re so annoying.” you grumble, trying to reach for the box again. 
“Cereal is good. But you have to balance it out. With some protein or add some fruits in it or something.” Eren adds. 
“Or I can just eat it right now and you can quit it.” 
“Nope. We’re eating pasta.” Eren states, now rummaging through all the cabinets as he sets out to make the food. 
You push up on the counter, dangling your feet off the edge, as you get a weird sense of deja vu. 
Of your first date with Eren. 
“Can I cut the vegetables?” 
Eren looks over, just to give you a pointed glare. And you fight the urge to laugh, and ignore that stirring in your chest, that he remembers. Or more appropriately, still doesn’t trust you to cook in the kitchen with him. 
“Do you think you’re some kind of comedian, Margaret?”
“No. I’m a really good cook now. You can trust me.” 
Eren leans against the counter, a hand on his hip, as you roll your eyes. 
“Right. Need I remind you, you almost set the house on fire a few days ago. God knows what you’re going to do if I let you do this.” Eren sneers. 
“You’re so-” 
“For all we know, you’re going to start a grease fire! And then try to throw water at it to put it out.” 
“Do you not put fires out with water?” 
Eren laughs. 
“Oil and water don’t mix, princess. Were you born yesterday?” 
You fight the urge to laugh, at how sassy Eren is being, as you reach for the vegetables lying directly to his side. And when you pull out the cutting board and the knife from the drawer, Eren’s scoffing at you. 
“Yeah, right. Use the safety knife.” Eren states. 
“Am I five years old, Eren?” 
“Litearlly yes. Give me like two minutes, I’ll do it.” Eren responds. 
You roll your eyes, as you attend to cutting the little vegetables, dicing the onions and the bell peppers to the best of your ability. 
“Do you think Sasha’s having fun?” you ask. 
“It’s Niccolo. I’m sure he’s putting on a good time for her. And if he isn’t, Armin and I are going to wring his neck out when he comes back.” 
“You and Armin, huh?” 
Eren’s shoulders deflate, the smallest makings of a smile on his face. 
“It’s not anything like that, Y/N. We just don’t play about Sasha, that’s all.” Eren responds. 
“Or, you two are making amends. Baby steps.” 
Eren smiles. 
“Maybe. I hope so.” he responds. 
“I love how you guys are all protective of Sasha. It’s really sweet, actually.” you murmur. 
“Well, it’s Sash. She’s basically like our little sister.” Eren responds. 
“I know. But it just reminds me of when we were younger and stuff. Sasha, she never really had someone interested in her like that. I think some part of her really internalized that type of stuff, so I’m glad we’re all able to make her feel special now.” you respond. 
“How so?” 
“I don’t know. I can’t really speak to it personally, but from what Sasha said, some part of her took it really seriously. That it was something about her, that it was her personality or her looks and that’s why people didn’t like her like that.” 
Eren frowns. 
“Sasha’s beautiful. And she’s funny. We’re so protective of her because she’s so special.” Eren responds. 
“I know that. I just mean, when you don’t get that type of attention, you tend to…let it stick with you. It even happens to people who haven’t been in relationships for a while. Like the yearning, the longing for something like that just makes you kind of…down.” you mumble. 
Eren looks over at you, green eyes peering into yours. 
“Are you down, Y/N?” he asks. 
“What?” 
“I was just asking if you were down. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship.” Eren responds, the tone of his voice heartfelt. 
You sigh. 
“Okay, Mr. Long Term Relationship. I don’t want to seem like I’m jealous of Sasha, I’m actually really happy for her-” 
“I’m not in a long term relationsip.” Eren responds. 
“You’re not?” you ask. 
Eren looks over at you and frowns. 
“Did you really go into hibernation the two years you were gone? I haven’t been in a relationship for almost a year and a half now.” Eren responds. 
“Oh.” 
Eren smiles. 
“Yeah, oh. But continue with what you were saying.” Eren gestures. 
“I don’t know. Sometimes you just want someone to hold you.” you respond. 
You reach for the next set of vegetables, the slicing sound distracting you from that palpable tension in the air. 
“I get that. I feel that way too sometimes. Especially around Jean and Mikasa.” Eren responds. 
“God, don’t get me started. They’re so sweet it makes my stomach hurt.” you respond. 
You must have been too distracted by the premise, because you cut down into the softness of your fingers and immediately hiss in pain. Eren’s all too quick to move to your side, his head peering over your shoulder as he immediately starts scolding you. 
“You know, this is why I told you not to cut the vegetables, Margaret.”
“Are you really having an “I told you so moment” while I’m bleeding out, Bruce?” you deadpan. 
“You aren’t bleeding out, drama queen.” 
Eren’s quick to reach over you, pulling out the stack of alcohol wipes and bandaids from the cupboard. He places his hands on your shoulders, twisting you to face him as he holds his hand out. You instinctively high five his hand, which he rolls his eyes at. 
“Your other hand, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes as you place your injured hand in his, ignoring his featherlike touch on your fingers as he carefully wraps the Cinderella bandaid around your finger. When Eren’s all set and done, he lightly curls his hand around yours, just to immediately pull it back when he realizes what he’s done. 
“Thanks.” you respond. 
“No problem. Now move over and let me cut these before I have to put a tourniquet on you.” Eren states, sliding you slightly to the side. 
You watch Eren in silence, as he attentively makes the dinner for the two of you. And try to banish the thought from your mind, that if you and Eren were still together, that this is what every night would look like for the two of you. That he would have held you, when you said you wanted to be held. 
“Have you written any new music lately?” Eren asks, plating the food onto the dishes before picking up both and gesturing for you to follow. 
You shake your head, twisting the forks in your fingers. 
“I actually haven’t written anything since the Lucky One. Since happiness.” 
The two of you eat in silence, before Eren speaks again. 
“It’s a beautiful song, Y/N.” 
“Thank you.” you murmur. 
The interviews fresh on your mind, particularly the fact that you have confirmation now that Eren’s watched it, which has your words, rather embarrassingly, ringing in your mind. 
Eren Jaeger is the love of my life. He’s everything you want in the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and more. He’s kind, he’s sensitive, he’s all too willing to understand you. Too willing to meet you where you are, as you are, and look past all the bad parts of you. 
You look over at him. 
He’s still your Eren. 
“Have you met the new you yet, Y/N?” Eren asks. 
You understand what he means. 
Have you forgiven him yet? 
“I don’t know. There’s still some things I don’t know, Eren. And I’ve been patient but-” 
“Everyone’s leaving for the first press tour on Friday.” Eren states. 
You tilt your head to the side, in confusion. 
“Everyone except you and me.” Eren adds. 
“Oh.” 
“I’ll have your answers. I just…I can’t have anyone here when we talk about this. All of it and-” 
“Well, I wouldn’t want anyone here anyways. I can’t have any accomplices to my homicide.” you state. 
Eren laughs, reaching over to lightly shove your shoulder, as he gestures for you to keep eating.
“Just two more days, okay?” Eren whispers. 
“Okay, Eren.” you respond, a silent chill running down your spine. 
You tap his foot under the table on instinct. And he taps on your foot back. 
--
Falco’s seated at the piano, his entire demeanour a mix of nerves. His hairs a tousled mess, certainly from running his hands through it a hundred times, a sizable bead of sweat on his forehead, and his hands shaking underneath his legs. 
You’re all sat around him in a circle, everyone anticipating Gabi’s arrival, as you all watch Falco nervously twitch on the bench. Last night, after Levi had finished his press brief, preparing everyone for answers to common questions (the main one being about whether or not you’re returning for season four), Falco cleared his throat and asked you all for a special request. 
For everyone to gather on the set, early morning before everyone leaves for the press tour tomorrow. And after he shuffled out of the room, Niccolo made you all aware that he was planning on playing his new song for you. 
Naturally, you all obliged. You’re all stuck in your own conversations, quietly musing and sharing the extra blankets on set, as Eren settles down next to you, crossing his legs over one another as he sits at your side. He’s holding out an extra blanket for you, which you gratefully smile at him for, before wrapping around yourself. 
“Good morning, Margaret.” 
“Hi Bruce.” 
Eren smiles, his entire demeanour shifting. He’s the most calm you’ve seen him, at least in a while. You think it suits him. Meanwhile, you can’t help but feel like an anxious ball of nerves just being here next to him. 
“Ready?” Eren asks.
Your heart drops. 
“For?” 
“Hearing Falco’s song. I heard from Gabi that it’s really great.” Eren states. 
Right. He definitely wasn’t asking about the conversation you guys were going to have when everyone left. 
“Yeah. I’m excited.” you respond. 
“Me too.” 
You swallow hard, giving Falco a smile as he glances over at you. 
“And I didn’t forget, Y/N.” he adds, voice quiet so you’re the only one who can hear it. 
You nod in response, acknowledging his words, as the dryness overtakes your throat. And on cue, Gabi runs into set, her hood pulled over her head, as she all but rambles as she walks in. 
“Ah! Falco, guys. Oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry. I woke up late and then couldn’t find my clothes and-” 
“It’s okay, Gabi.” Falco responds, giving her a soft smile. 
“Oh, Falco. I really am sorry. But I’m here now. And you’ve got this!” she responds, holding her hand out. 
Falco smiles big, reaching forward as him and Gabi complete some long winded and complicated handshake. And when they’re done, Gabi settles into the seat right next to Eren, as he reaches forward to pull the hood of her jacket down and she gives him an excited smile. 
“Sorry for making you guys do this. I just-” 
Falco stops short, absentmindedly pressing on one of the keys. 
“Y/N has told me so much about what doing press is like. Before, when I was younger. That sometimes people would ask her questions that were weirdly inappropriate or…or ask her different questions than her male co-stars and…” 
Your heart clenches. 
“It bothered me so much to think that people said stuff like that to my sister. And now that I know all of you, I hate to think you’ve all been doing press like that too. I figure we’d all leave today on a high note? And I could share something I’ve been doing for a while with you, if that’s okay.” Falco rambles, the smallest flush creeping up his neck. 
You all smile, huddling closer into your blanket as Falco starts playing the piano. 
Floorboards creaking in my home Deathly silence when alone Oh, I wish that you were here right now So unlike me, somehow I Fell in love in just three nights Those November days still haunting me
Falco’s always been a great singer. He’s always been like this - so full of energy, his voice so full of life. And you’re sure that the tears falling down your cheeks, the smile creeping up on your face, is a byproduct of the hundreds of thoughts running across your mind, but mainly the pride swelling in your chest.
That Falco’s not five anymore and that he doesn’t need your help reaching the high cabinets. And that he may not always hold your hand like he did when he was seven, but he never flinches or denies you when you ask him to. Or that really, Falco’s grown up. 
And you’re almost positive that Falco’s in love. With Gabi, whose smiling at him in awe, the clear signs of pride on her face as she watches him press down on the keys, his soft voice filling the air. 
When the gold rays fell on your skin And my hair got caught in the wind The choir sang a melancholic hymn (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah) In the morning, you would gone I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To the memory of your lips God, I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?
You look around the room to find Jean pulling Mikasa flesh against his chest, Sasha and Niccolo reaching to hold each other’s hands, Hange absentmindely leaning her head on Levi’s shoulder, just for him to bring his hand up to comb through her hair. 
You look over at Eren, the soft smile on his face as he lightly bobs his head to the music. You must have been staring at him full on, because he looks over at you and smiles. 
“When did Coco grow up?” he whispers. 
“I’m literally getting a stomach ache thinking about how he’s not a baby anymore.” you respond, frowning at Falco as he finishes singing. 
At how sweet he is. At how much you love him. And how you’re going to make sure, without a doubt, that no one gets to take this away from him. 
Everyone reaches to give Falco big hugs, tousling his hair and excitedly shaking his tiny frame, as he makes his way over to where you and Eren are sitting on the floor. He lands criss cross in front of you, the smile not leaving his face. 
“Did you like it, Y/N?” he asks, the look on his face hopeful. 
You reach forward, taking his hands in yours. 
“I loved it, Coco.” 
“Really?” 
“Are you crazy? It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” you respond, squeezing his hands hard. 
Falco excitedly rushes in to hug you, only to tackle you hard straight into the ground. You both laugh, a tangled mix of limbs, and you hug him as hard as you can, trying to squeeze that big writhing feeling of love in your chest right onto him with your arms. 
“I really love you, Y/N.” Falco murmurs. 
“I really love you too, Falco. You’re going to be amazing at this. Like, triple threat level.” you respond. 
“That’s rich coming from you.” Falco responds, pulling out of your arms as you pinch his cheek. 
“Takes one to know one.” you respond. 
You cup Falco’s face in your hands. 
“You’ve got this. Really.” you murmur. 
“I know.” 
“Good. And remember, if anyone says anything shitty to Gabi-” 
“I’ll defend her.” he responds. 
You smile. 
“I’ve taught you well. Though, you’ve never really needed my help. You’ve always been great on your own.” 
“I’m lucky to learn from the best. And to have you. To protect me from all the bad stuff.” he adds. 
You smile. 
“I wish someone got to do it for you.” Falco adds. 
“That’s okay. You were always there. You did more for me than you know.” 
Falco smiles. 
“Wanna know a secret?” Falco asks. 
You nod.
“I know everyone hated those two years that you were gone. But they were my favorite.” Falco responds. 
You smile hard, reaching forward to press a kiss to his cheek. 
“Me too. I finally know how to hit people on Roblox now.” 
Falco laughs, turning his head to respond to Gabi and Kaya who are calling him at your sides. Armin’s standing post with his camera, gesturing for him to join the picture. 
And little by little, you watch every last one of them pad out of the set, the group of them giving you wistful goodbyes and promises to tell at least one interviewer to go fuck themselves on your behalf, until you and Eren are left sitting alone, on the bench of the piano. 
He turns to you, green eyes wide and round, as they peer into yours. 
“Ready, Y/N?” 
You take a deep breath in. 
“Yeah. Where should we start?” you murmur. 
“We should start here.” Eren states, handing you a little plastic box. 
You take it in your hands, inspecting it in your fingers and flipping it over. It’s a little green CD, with unmistakable handwriting markered onto the top. 
Fine Line. 
You swallow hard. 
“Is that Sukuna’s handwriting?” you ask. 
“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that.” Eren responds, rolling his eyes. 
“What?” 
“You two together has been a sore spot for me since I was sixteen. And I’m not even going to ask you why you’re able to recognize his handwriting straight off the bat.” Eren teases. 
You roll your eyes. 
“What is this, Eren?” you ask. 
“Anything you could possibly want to know is on there.” he responds. 
You nod, as the two of you stand up and march back to the townhouse in silence. You twist the little box in your fingers, the CD glimmering in the light outside. When you finally make it back, you push it into the little box and take a deep breath. 
Eren reaches for your hand and squeezes. Three times. 
And you press play.
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lemoncrushh · 1 year ago
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Kiss Me Deadly
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SUMMARY: The annual Halloween party at the local pub has Y/N excited when she decides to invite her boss at the University, Mr. Styles. But she soon begins to second guess her decision when Harry starts acting odd. Is Harry Styles really who she thinks he is? Will this Halloween be a fantasy come true…or the kiss of death?
WARNINGS: mentions of blood (I mean, it's a vampire fic lol), smut (oral - female receiving).
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
A/N: Happy Halloween! Sorry for the delay of this story. I had hoped to get it out last week, but I had some weird life-altering things happen that have occupied my mind. Hope you enjoy. FEEDBACK IS LOVE.
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Harry removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting the large book on his desk. Rising from his chair, he called out to his assistant.
“Time to lock up, Y/N. I wanna get out of here before eight o’clock.”
“No problem, Mr. Styles,” she said, closing her own book in front of her.
Pursing his lips, Harry shook his head. Y/N knew what the look was for. For weeks now he’d been insisting she call him by his first name. But being his assistant, it felt odd to her, unnatural.
Not to mention the horrible crush she had on him. Truth be told, Y/N had a massive crush on him long before she ever took the position as his assistant. But up until then, he’d only been Mr. Styles to her, the attractive English TA with a British accent.
When Mr. Styles and Dr. Osborne had initially told Y/N about the position and that she’d be perfect for it, she’d been completely surprised. Teacher’s Assistants didn’t usually have their own assistants. But the university had a large English department, and Dr. Osborne insisted that more help was needed. Therefore, Y/N had been spending Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings this semester assisting Mr. Styles, and in turn, assisting Dr. Osborne.
“How many times is that now?” asked Harry, sliding his glasses back onto his face.
“Times?”
“Times I’ve told you to just call me Harry,” he commented with a frown. “Mr. Styles makes me feel so old.”
Y/N chuckled, “You’re not old.”
“‘Course not. I’ve barely got a few years on you.”
Trying not to blush, Y/N took the stack of books in her arms and turned toward the shelves to put them away.
“So why are you closing up early tonight? Hot date?” she joked.
Y/N heard Harry snort before she turned around and saw the strange look on his face. Embarrassment? Had she pried where she shouldn’t have?
“Not exactly.”
“Oh.”
“I have plans…but I wouldn’t exactly call it a date,” he added.
“Ah. I see.” Although she didn’t.
Y/N didn’t know much about Harry Styles outside of his job at the university. She always wondered who or what he went home to every night. Didn’t know if he had any social life, anything about his likes or dislikes that weren’t English related. He seemed to keep to himself, and Y/N respected that. But it didn’t mean she didn’t fantasize sometimes…
“Y/N,” she heard him say, breaking her from her reverie.
“Oh, um, yes?”
Harry chuckled. “Wow, you were zoned out. I asked if you were ready to go. I’ll walk you out.”
“Oh. Yeah!” Y/N stammered. “Hang on, just have two more books to put away.”
Shelving the last book in her hands, Y/N grabbed the two on her table and quickly put them in their places. Walking past Harry to the coat rack, she grabbed her jacket, getting a whiff of his delicious cologne. Y/N wasn’t sure what it was, and was always afraid to ask him. But every single day he smelled divine. Nothing like the boys in college.
“Ready,” she announced, slipping her arms into her sleeves and grabbing her shoulder bag.
Y/N followed Harry down the steps to the entrance of the English building. Spotting her friend Lauren across the pavement coming out of the library, she waved and called her name.
“Have a good night, Mr. Styles,” Y/N paused, “I mean, Harry.”
She caught the twitch of his lips underneath the dim campus light before he said, “You too, Y/N.”
“That guy you work with is so hot,” remarked Lauren after she and Y/N had both ordered drinks at their favorite local pub.
“Who?” Y/N asked, accepting her beer from the bartender, “Harry?”
“You call him Harry?”
“He asked me to,” she said. “But I still call him Mr. Styles.”
“Jesus, that’s even hotter!”
Y/N laughed, nearly knocking over her glass. “Well, you’re not wrong. He is hot. But he’s very reserved.”
“Ooh the nerdy, quiet type! I like! Maybe you need to pull him out of his shell.”
“I dunno,” Y/N smirked with a shrug.
“C’mon. I bet you’re just the girl to do it,” Lauren insisted.
“And how do I do that, pray tell?”
“Ask him out!”
“I can’t just ask out my boss! There has to be rules against that sort of thing, right?”
“Hmmm,” Lauren nodded, taking a sip from her own beer. “Maybe casually suggest something. Like coffee, or a drink after work. In a social gathering type place, like here. Oh my God!”
“What?”
“The Halloween party! He probably knows about it - he might even already have plans on coming!” squealed Lauren.
“I doubt it,” Y/N shook her head.
“You never know. It’s mostly a school event anyway. You don’t even have to ask him out on a date, just tell him you’ll be there and he should come.”
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Y/N muttered, chewing her lip.
“I know! I have brilliant ideas,” Lauren declared.
Despite the unusually warm night, Harry could see his breath in front of him, instantly dissipating into the air. He pulled the collar up on his black coat as he continued down the pavement. Stopping at the corner of the pub, he could hear the music and chatter from inside. But there was only one voice he wanted to hear. Only one person whose blood he could already hear pulsing through his eardrums.
The smell was intoxicating - her smell. His mouth began to water as he peeked through the blinds of the old family pub. He found her quickly, sat at the bar with that friend of hers, the one who’d ruined his plan.
He had hoped to follow Y/N home after leaving the English building. Watch her climb the steps to her flat and let herself in. He’d done it a few times before, but he wouldn’t call it stalking. He just enjoyed her aroma, the rushing of her blood through her veins. Then when he was sure she was home safely, he’d turn around and walk home.
This particular night, however, he had thought perhaps he’d get the courage to walk up to her. Maybe act as if it was a coincidence that he was in her part of town. He’d even conjured up a lie, saying his plans for the evening had gotten canceled, if she seemed happy to see him. Then he’d ask her to join him for a drink. A glass of wine perhaps. But not at this noisy pub, no. Somewhere secluded, more…romantic.
Blasted Lauren, or whatever her name was. He reckoned he’d have to wait for another night. But…time was running out…
Lauren and Y/N called it a night after only two beers. Y/N was tired and Lauren had an early shift at the shop where she worked. After giving her friend a farewell hug, Y/N crossed the street and headed for home. She noticed a bit of a fog, thinking it suitable for this time of year. Halloween was only a few days away. She hadn’t originally planned on going to the party at the pub, seeing as Lauren had a date and she didn’t want to be the third wheel. But now the prospect of asking Harry had made her change her mind.
Making a list of possible last-minute costumes in her head, she suddenly heard something behind her. Turning her head, however, she saw nothing but empty pavement. Continuing on her way, she’d almost reached her building when she heard something again. This time, she turned swifty, seeing only a cloud of pillowy smoke. Thinking it odd for the fog to circulate in that manner, she felt a chill run down her spine. Her eyes shifted from side to side as her body stood frozen.
“Hello?” she called out meekly.
When she got no response, she slowly turned back around, only to run into a tall frame of a man. She nearly screamed when two hands grabbed her shoulders, but her words stalled when she looked up into a pair of familiar green eyes.
“Oh! Mr. Sty- Harry,” she breathed. “What…what are you doing here?”
“I’m terribly sorry, Y/N,” he said, squeezing her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Still trembling, her heart beating loudly, Y/N blinked and nodded. “It’s…it’s okay. I thought someone was following me.”
“Oh, well now I do feel terrible.”
“No,” she swallowed, placing a hand over her chest. “Don’t, really. I was probably just paranoid. What with the fog and all.”
“Ah, yes. It is quite a foggy night, isn’t it?” Harry gazed around.
That was when Y/N noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She chuckled nervously as she felt Harry’s hands leave her arms.
“So what are you doing here?” she asked, bracing herself to hear Harry reveal details of his evening.
“Well, I…” he echoed the nervous chuckle, scratching his forehead. “It’s rather embarrassing actually. My plans got canceled.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that,” Y/N remarked.
“I’m not,” Harry grinned.
Y/N felt the blood rush through her veins at the way he smiled at her. She’d seen him smile many times, but this was different. It was as though a sudden spark had ignited behind his eyes.
“I know there’s a popular pub nearby,” he added. “Fancy a drink?”
Y/N’s eyes widened. Was he seriously asking her? Now?
“Well, I…” she muttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I um…actually just came from there. Had some drinks with a friend.”
Harry caught himself before saying, “Oh, right.” Don’t be daft, Harry. She can’t know. Not yet. Instead, he cleared his throat. “I see.”
God, you’re a moron, Y/N scolded herself. He’s asking you out and you’re saying no?
“But you know…” Y/N quickly thought on her feet, “I may have a bottle of wine at my place. It’s just up there.”
“Really?” Harry cocked a brow as he turned his head in the direction she pointed.
“Sure. That is, if you’d like to come up.”
Would I? “Um, yeah, that sounds…great,” Harry nodded.
Y/N tried to conceal her delight, giving only a casual grin as she turned toward her building. She could feel Harry’s presence behind her, his shadow taller than hers underneath the streetlamp. It made her feel safe, but at the same time a tiny bit apprehensive. She had never invited Harry - nor anyone from the university for that matter - up to her apartment. She didn’t even think he knew where she lived. And yet…here he was. Just when she’d been thinking of him.
When she reached her front door, she scrambled for her keys, dropping them on the ground.
“Shit,” she cursed, but before she could bend down to retrieve them, another hand held them out in front of her.
“Oh. Thanks,” she whispered, her eyes meeting Harry’s who was already standing beside her, his body so close that she almost gasped.
“You’re welcome.”
Y/N didn’t miss the way his tone was so incredibly low, she felt it vibrate in her chest. She also didn’t miss the way his gaze didn’t leave her face, even when she inserted the key in the door.
“I really need to use the restroom,” she announced as soon as they were inside. “I’m so sorry. That beer I had earlier went right through me.”
“No worries,” Harry chuckled.
“Have a seat,” Y/N gestured with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as she had shut the bathroom door, Harry slipped out of his coat, placing it on the armrest of a nearby chair. He then walked casually around the room, inspecting knick knacks and books on the shelves. Spotting a photo in a frame, he picked it up, Y/N’s smile gazing back at him as he felt a sudden rush. As though he’d been shocked with electricity, he quickly set it back on the shelf.
“Sorry about that!” he heard Y/N sing behind him.
He turned with a smile. Somehow in the few seconds she was gone, she had managed to make herself look even more…inviting. She wore an oversized jumper with the University logo on it and a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants. She couldn’t have looked cuter if she had been dolled up for a night out. But as she stepped closer to him, Harry got a massive whiff of her aroma and nearly stumbled backwards.
“So…wine!” she pointed at Harry with a giggle before turning for the kitchen.
“You know,” Harry swallowed, “we could take a raincheck if you like. I know you’re probably tired and…” His words stalled when he saw the disappointed look on her face.
“I just don’t want to put you out,” he finished.
“Oh, you’re not!” Y/N insisted. Then she reached for glasses in the cupboard, softly adding, “I’m actually glad you’re here.”
“You are?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, sucking in her lips. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Really?” Harry raised a brow.
Y/N felt the color rise on her face as she poured the wine. “I assume you’ve heard of the Halloween party?”
“I have. It’s at that pub, right?”
“Right. Are you going?” Y/N hesitantly handed Harry a glass.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip before making eye contact. “Um, hadn’t really thought about it, honestly.”
“Oh.”
“Why? Are you going?”
Y/N sighed as she leaned against the counter. “I wasn’t planning on it, but…my friend Lauren’s going, and her boyfriend Josh. A couple other people I know said they probably will…so…”
“You don’t have a date?”
Y/N stood up straight, her eyes wide. “Oh, it wouldn’t have to be like a date or anything,” she explained hastily. “Just…you know…thought you might like to go.”
“Ah,” a smirk grew on Harry’s handsome face. Damn it.
“I mean, I’ve never really seen you outside of school other than tonight, and…you totally don’t have to-”
“I’d love to,” he interrupted.
A loud exasperated breath blew from between Y/N’s lips. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Harry continued grinning as he walked around the kitchen counter to stand next to Y/N. “I like Halloween. And I like you.”
Y/N’s eyes widened as Harry came closer, his last words hanging in the air. She was almost unsure if she’d heard him correctly. But when he lifted his wine glass to his lips, took a sip and lowered it revealing another smirk, she knew she had.
“You-you do?”
“Of course. I thought I’d made that pretty clear, no?”
“No,” Y/N shook her head, “actually.”
“Shit. I must be terrible at this then.”
Y/N giggled, covering her mouth. “No. I’m horrible at reading signals, I think.”
Harry’s smirk grew into a wide smile. “Well, I reckon that’s out there now. Cheers.”
“Cheers,” Y/N echoed, lifting her glass. When she lowered it, she looked at Harry. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without your glasses.”
“Yeah? Well, I…” he patted his chest, “have them in my pocket. I only really need them for reading.”
“Oh.”
“Of which we do a lot,” he added, wiggling his brows.
“Yeah,” Y/N chuckled through a sigh. “Well, you look nice. But you look nice with them, too.”
“Thank you.”
Y/N gestured toward the couch, and Harry followed, taking a seat next to her. As soon as he sat down, however, he got another intoxicating whiff of her aroma. He could tell she was nervous, her heart pumping fast. Closing his eyes, Harry took a moment to get his bearings.
No, not yet, he thought to himself. It’s not time yet.
“This is pretty good wine,” he heard Y/N say. Opening his eyes, he saw her gazing into her glass. “I’m not an expert, but I saw it at the liquor store and the guy there said it was good.”
“It’s delicious,” Harry agreed. “You made a good choice.”
“I have to watch myself though,” Y/N giggled, sitting back on the sofa. “I could easily get drunk on this.”
“Yeah?” Harry smirked.
“Mmm,” Y/N nodded as she took another sip. “I can already see myself going there, and I haven’t even finished one glass.”
Harry chuckled as he took his own sip, a rather larger one than hers. Then setting his empty glass on the coffee table, he scooted closer to Y/N. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, hear her pulse beating in his ears.
He watched her face as he reached for her wine glass and set it down next to his. Her beautiful, pouty lips matched the crimson shade of the wine, and his urge to taste them amplified. Lifting his hand, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip until she delicately opened her mouth, inviting his thumb to graze her tongue.
The contact nearly had him on his knees, his desire more than he could bear. Running his tongue along his teeth, he could feel his fangs emerging. He had to taste her. Now.
Now! Or get out!
The voice inside was getting louder. So much that he almost didn’t have the nerve to stop it. So he did the only thing he could do. The only thing that could possibly be done in that moment if he didn’t want to expose the truth.
No, not yet!
Snapping his hand back, Harry quickly rose from the sofa.
“I…I should go,” he said, his throat dry and harsh.
“Oh!” Y/N gasped as she looked up at him, ashamed and bewildered. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t be,” Harry shook his head and grabbed his coat. “You did nothing. You’re…you’re enchanting. I just…I have to go. We’ll do this another time, yeah?”
“Okay.”
Y/N followed Harry to the door where he paused for only a moment to look back. She noticed his eyes were glassy, almost clear, bright. She took a step back, astonished.
“I’ll um…see you Monday,” Harry said, lowering his gaze. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
Before she could reply, he was gone, like a cloud of smoke in the night. With a sigh, Y/N shut the door.
What had she done wrong?
Monday afternoon was going by slowly. Y/N looked at the clock. It was barely after five. Harry hadn’t uttered a word about what had happened Friday night. In fact, he was being his old self, very cordial and professional. It was driving Y/N crazy. She snuck a look in his direction as he concentrated on his laptop.
Fuck, Y/N sighed to herself. He’s so sexy with those glasses. And the sweater vest? Kill me now!
Harry suddenly looked up from his computer, his eyes locking with hers as if he had heard her thoughts. His lips began to do that little twitch again as Y/N dropped her pen, an obtrusive clattering sound when it hit the floor.
“What?” Harry finally asked with a smirk.
“Um, nothing,” Y/N scrambled, reaching down for her pen.
God, just ask him! Y/N screamed inwardly. What are you waiting for?
Sitting up at her desk, she noticed Harry had resumed his work, typing on his keyboard. With a sigh, Y/N clicked her pen as she tried to concentrate on something else. Something other than the taste of his stupid thumb on her bottom lip and the way his eyes had gone bright as he’d looked into her soul.
Suddenly, Harry chuckled. The sound was low at first, and Y/N wondered if he was reading something humorous on his laptop. But then the sound grew, and he turned his head to look at her.
“What is it, Y/N?” he asked again.
“What do you mean?” she stared, startled.
“You’re clicking that pen like a mad woman. Something’s up.”
Sitting up straight, Y/N slapped the pen down on the desk. “Sorry. I was just…wondering if you’re okay.”
“Me? I’m not the one acting crazy,” Harry joked.
“I mean…after Friday…”
“Oh…” Harry sighed, sitting back in his chair. Then removing his glasses, he rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, about that, I-”
“It’s okay,” Y/N interrupted, clearing her throat. Though she’d asked the question, she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for an answer. At least not the answer she figured she was about to get. “That was probably a mistake. Mr. Styles.”
“Y/N, no,” he shook his head. Then rising from his chair, he walked toward her, stopping at her desk. “Don’t think that. I just…”
His words trailed off as he surprised Y/N by perching himself on the corner of her desk.
“I like you, Y/N,” he confirmed. “I wasn’t lying about that, and it wasn’t the wine. I just feel the need to…take things slow with you.”
Y/N smiled softly. “I understand.”
“I shouldn’t have run off like that though; that was unfair to you. And I apologize.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Good,” Harry beamed. “So we’re still on for tomorrow?”
“Mhm,” Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “I hope so.”
“Brilliant. I’ll meet you there, yeah?”
Before Y/N could nod again, Harry leaned forward and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Then he placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“That’s to make up for Friday,” he remarked, his mouth only a whisper away from hers.
“Oh.” Y/N could barely breathe.
“Your lips are delicious. Like that wine.”
Pressing another kiss to her mouth, Harry let out a low, deep groan. Y/N’s chest shook as she was finally able to inhale. When he backed away, she opened her eyes to see his were still closed. She watched as he swallowed hard, his jaw set.
“Harry…” she managed to squeak.
He opened his eyes slowly, and that’s when she noticed. Instead of the glowing crystal shade they had been Friday, they were a deep, dark shade of midnight. Startled once again, she hastily scooted back, her chair scraping against the floor.
“Y/N,” he croaked, slowly blinking. “Please don’t be frightened of me.”
“Your-your eyes!” she gasped. “They k-keep changing.”
“Oh,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. They do that sometimes. When I get…excited.”
“Excited?”
“Nothing to worry about, darling,” he reassured her, rising from the desk. “I’m sort of a…freak of nature.”
Y/N could detect the humorous tone in his words. But still, she remained in her seat, a bit frazzled.
“C’mere,” he said, holding out his hand.
Y/N took it hesitantly, allowing Harry to pull her to her feet. Lifting a hand, he lightly brushed her hair from her shoulder. Then she felt him touch her neck, his large hand gliding across it.
“So lovely,” he cooed, his voice just above a whisper. “Delicate, like a China doll.”
When he pulled her closer, she could feel his breath on her cheek. Then he nibbled at her jaw, sending a wave of desire down to her core.
Holy fuck, what is happening?
She gasped when his tongue met her skin, his other hand gripping her waist. She dug her nails into the front of his sweater, not sure how or where to hold on. As he began to suck on her delicate flesh just beneath her ear, she cried out in pleasure.
“Harry…”
Almost instantaneously, Harry pushed her back against the bookshelves. The thud caused a couple of books to fall off and onto the floor, but Harry continued with his seduction. Y/N lifted her leg, wrapping it around Harry’s in order to feel the friction she now so needed. Running her hands through his hair, she heard him growl in her ear.
“Y/N…I need you.”
“Me too,” she gasped.
When she pulled him even closer, tugging on the waistband of his trousers, however, Harry froze. Then he let out a guttural cry, like a wounded animal.
“Aaauuuuggggghhhhhh!” he screamed. “No!”
Pushing himself away from the bookshelf, he stood before Y/N as she remained still, her eyes wide. Harry appeared to be shaking, as though he was willing himself not to go further.
“Harry?” Y/N whispered.
His eyes shut tight, Harry shook his head. Then gritting his teeth, he motioned toward the door. “Go.”
“What?” Y/N asked incredulously.
“Goooo!” Harry shouted.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
Folded over at his waist, Harry looked like he was trying to catch his breath. Her fear magnified, thinking something was terribly wrong. Y/N stepped forward, reaching for him.
“No!” he cried.
“Harry, you’re scaring me…”
“Just go. Please. You’re dismissed.”
Quickly, Y/N grabbed her jacket and bag and ran for the door. Turning back, she saw Harry, his back to her as he gripped the edge of the bookshelf. She didn’t dare run back to him, though deep inside she wanted to. She was afraid, not for her own safety…but for his.
Y/N stepped out of the English building into the cool evening air. The sun was just beginning to descend. Before making her way to the parking lot, she looked up at the building, to the window she knew was occupied by Dr. Osborne’s department. She saw no sign of Harry. In fact, the lights had been turned off.
Crossing the street, she felt a cold chill down to her bones. What had just happened? Was Harry ill? Or was he really a ‘freak of nature’ like he’d said? Perhaps he was not the sweet, nerdy guy she’d pinned him to be. Maybe he had some serious demons. Though she felt concerned for him, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.
Harry watched her through the pub window again. She was dressed as an angel, of all things. This was too easy, too perfect.
But he might as well have had his eyes closed. He could hear her blood pumping through the glass. Her pulse was so loud, he could barely contain his excitement.
This was it. This would be the night.
“So you’re sure he’s not coming?” asked Lauren as they sat at the bar.
Y/N wasn’t going to show up herself, but she’d already put together an angel costume that she didn’t want to see go to waste.
“I mean, would you?” Y/N raised a brow.
She’d told her friend about the two episodes with Harry, and how both times he’d backed off. She didn’t go into details, though. Nothing about the eye color changing, or how he’d told her to leave. Some things were better left unsaid.
Lauren shrugged. “You never know. He might still show up.”
Josh returned from playing darts with his friends, declaring a new round of drinks was required.
“I think I might sit this one out,” remarked Y/N.
“No, girl, c’mon!” whined Lauren. “We’re here to have fun tonight. No matter what.”
“Okay, fine,” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Two kamikazes over here!” her friend called out.
When Lauren swiveled around on her stool, Y/N caught the look of awe on her face. Then with a grin, she poked Y/N in the arm. Turning around, she spotted Harry entering the pub, dressed in black from head to toe.
“Yes, Daddy!” Lauren remarked under her breath.
“Harry!” exclaimed Y/N. “You came!”
“I told you I would,” he declared, stepping forward. “And I intend to keep my promises.”
“Look at you, man,” remarked Josh. “Great vampire costume.”
Harry looked down at his coat. He knew his fangs weren’t showing. Not yet. He checked his nails to be sure. Nope, clean and short. Raising his head, he heard Josh cackle.
“I mean, it’s subtle. But the eyeliner and clear eyes are effective.”
Ah. So it was the eyes. He couldn’t help that much. They had been glowing since he’d smelled Y/N’s blood. He’d let the lad think he was wearing makeup. It was Halloween after all.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Y/N, her sweet voice ringing out like the angel that she was.
Harry’s lips curled up in a smile. “Me too. Brilliant costume.”
The sound of Lauren clearing her throat cut through the moment before she handed Y/N her cocktail.
“What are you having, Mr. Styles?” she teased, giving Y/N a wink.
“Harry, please,” he insisted. “A glass of merlot would be divine.”
“Divine? Oooh, listen to this scholar!”
Y/N made a face, then turned back to Harry.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show up. After yesterday.”
“Yeah, I need to talk to you about that,” he said, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “But later, okay? In private?”
“Okay.”
After Harry received his merlot, everyone made a toast. As soon as “Thriller” began to play, Lauren cheered, pulling Josh off his stool to dance with her.
“They had a head start,” Y/N commented with a giggle.
“No, I’m late, and I apologize. But I can catch up,” Harry winked.
The evening progressed, the foursome sharing laughs and cocktails. Some other people from the university recognized Harry and came over to say hello. As the clock ticked on, however, Harry knew his time was getting limited.
“I need to talk to you now,” he told Y/N. “Walk with me?”
“Oh. Okay,” she slipped down from her stool and announced her departure to her friends.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lauren teased before waving goodbye.
“Are you okay to walk?” Harry asked once they were outside.
“I think so,” she smirked. “You may need to carry me.”
“I could probably manage that,” Harry chuckled.
The cool night air seemed to help, however, and by the time they rounded the corner of the pub, the couple was holding hands.
“I had a great time,” declared Y/N. “I’m so glad you came.”
“Me too.”
“So what did you want to tell me?”
“First, I wanna show you something.”
Harry squeezed her hand, guiding her to the left behind the pub. Y/N chuckled to herself as she heard the beat of “Time Warp”, the volume getting lower before she and Harry came to the local park.
Harry gestured toward a bench, taking a seat next to her. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself.
“Are you cold?” asked Harry.
“A little. I didn’t bother with a coat because…you know, wings.”
“You’ll be much warmer soon,” he commented.
Y/N turned to give Harry a look but noticed his eyes were focused on the sky.
“What is it?” Y/N inquired.
“Just looking at the moon,” Harry replied. “It’s mystifying, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…I guess.”
Harry could feel his eyes changing already, his teeth sharpening in his mouth. Running his tongue across them, he swallowed hard.
“Do you ever wonder if you’re destined to be something else?” he suddenly asked.
“Um…yeah,” Y/N blinked. “All the time.”
“What would you do if you were immortal?”
Harry turned his head then, and Y/N noticed his eyes were dark, like they had been in the English office. She instantly scooted back on the bench, nearly falling off.
“Please don’t be frightened, my angel. I mean no harm to you.”
“Harry, what’s….what’s going on?” she croaked, her own eyes unable to tear away from his.
Harry reached his hand out, his nails now long with pointed ends. Y/N gasped, her mouth wide open.
“Let me show you, Y/N,” he coaxed, grabbing her hand. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, my love. It’s our destiny.”
Before Y/N could reply, Harry’s mouth covered hers in a deep kiss. He could feel her struggle to break free for just a split second before she melted into the kiss with him. Cradling the back of her head, he deepened the kiss further, his tongue wrestling with hers. He felt her moan against him, and that pleased him.
She grabbed hold of the lapels on his coat, pulling him closer. Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he held her tight as his mouth continued to devour hers. He heard her start to whimper, and he couldn’t help but chuckle low. His angel. She needed him.
Y/N gasped as Harry’s mouth moved to her neck. She felt him nibble along the delicate flesh, her senses reeling. Suddenly, he groaned in her ear, his voice deep.
“It’s time, my angel.”
Time? Time for what?
Before the words could escape her lips, she felt a sharp sting followed by the most blissful, orgasmic sensation she’d ever experienced. The blood in her veins seemed to rush so rapidly, and so loudly that she could hear it, like waves crashing in her ears. She threw her head back as Harry held onto her, his mouth never leaving her neck.
She thought she called out in ecstasy, though she was unsure if it was only in her mind. She grasped at Harry’s arms, needing to feel him, to hold him for fear of falling.
The pleasure began to heighten even more, Y/N’s nails digging into Harry’s coat until she was suddenly cloaked in darkness, as though the world had gone black. 
“Y/N…”
She heard the soft, low coo before she opened her eyes.
“Wake up, angel,” he said.
“Harry…” she whispered, her throat dry. “What…?”
Feeling her tremble, he pulled her close. “Shh, baby. Everything’s okay now. I’m right here.”
“Where are we?” she inquired, gazing around the dark room, filled with lit candles.
“My bed,” Harry grinned.
“Oh.”
And just like that, Y/N didn’t even question it. Being in Harry’s room, with him in his bed felt…natural. Almost like deja vu. Lush linens, the smell of plums and incense. Her warm, naked body next to his. It felt familiar. It was right.
Seeing that Y/N was now content, Harry smiled wide. Then sliding his hand up her side, he cupped her breast. Her eyelids fluttered as she let out a long moan.
“Ah, you’re ultra sensitive now, hmm?” Harry commented as he ran his thumb across her nipple.
“Harry…mmm…”
Rolling onto her side, she pulled him into a kiss, needing to feel him. She sucked on his tongue, grabbed his hard cock. She was hungry with lust.
“Easy, baby,” he panted. “We have all the time in the world.”
“But I need you now,” she explained with a pout.
With a raspy chuckle, Harry laid her back on the bed, hovering over her luscious body.
“I wanna taste you first,” he insisted.
Biting her lip, Y/N nodded. Yes, taste me.
His long body slithered down hers until he was facing her hips and thighs. Her scent permeated the sheets, and he found a moan rising from his throat.
My delicious angel.
Y/N let out a loud cackle when Harry lightly tickled her bare skin along her hips. Harry grinned, knowing her sensitivity was accelerated. But it was not just his touch that had her laughing. It was the mere awareness of everything. Being in the moment. The utter bliss and sexual desire was almost more than her senses could handle.
Harry could hardly contain his desire either. He needed to taste her, to feel her writhing underneath him. But he also wanted to take it slow.
He rutted his head against the inside of her legs, like a dog wanting to be petted. He felt her nails dig into his hair, grabbing his curls just before he began to nibble on her thigh. As her moans got louder, ringing in his ears and throughout the room, Harry wondered how long he could hold out - or better yet, how long she could hold out.
With wild abandon, he let himself be the freak of nature he claimed to be. He heard her squeal before her expletive.
“Holy shit, did you just bite me?”
“Maybe,” he chuckled low. “Did it hurt?”
“Actually…no. Do it again.”
With another grin, Harry ran his thumbs across her bare flesh along her inner thigh.
“I love your skin here,” he commented. “It’s so soft and supple.”
Then lowering his head again, he let his fangs graze down her leg and back up. He felt Y/N tremble beneath him, a small cry rising from her throat. Then very gently, he pressed a little harder, barely piercing the skin.
Y/N moaned in pleasure as Harry licked the area clean, tasting her sweet blood on his tongue. Then he moved his tongue to the task at hand - what he’d come for. Centering his mouth over her mound, he let out a cool breath, tickling her. She squirmed beneath him, her desire silent but apparent. She craved him just as much as he craved her. Then lifting her hips, he brought his tongue to her clit, giving it one quick flick before diving in.
If there was one thing Harry knew he was good at - other than his knowledge of English literature - it was eating pussy. And now that he was a creature of the night, he could do it for hours, for days. Of course, having a sweet angel like Y/N beneath him was all he needed now.
Y/N’s moans began to subside a bit, but Harry knew it was not because she wasn’t enjoying it. On the contrary. She was so enraptured by his talent, she could barely breathe.
Sweet little kitten. He almost felt sorry for her, but not really. He knew this was what she wanted, what she was destined for. He’d felt it the first time they’d met. Her wide-eyed stare when she thought he wasn’t looking. Her cute little shy giggles at every stupid joke he made. The intoxicating aroma of her blood rushing through her veins. And when she’d finally invited him up to her flat…
“Oh my God…” she panted, her nails digging into his head. “Oh!”
Harry hummed against her cunt, tasting her sweet juices. He knew she was close. He’d let her come this time. She needed it. Needed that release. Just this once. Next time he’d make her ride it out longer, because he knew she could.
As his lips took hold of her clit once more, sucking gently, Y/N gasped. Then crying his name, she gushed and came on his tongue, just like he’d wanted.
Her orgasm lasted longer than any she’d had before…not that she could recall even one in that moment. Her chest heaved with breaths as she tried to come down. She felt Harry’s body climb up before he laid down next to her.
“How do you feel, my angel?” Harry cooed.
With a deep, long sigh, Y/N gave a wide grin.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect,” she replied, fluttering her eyelids open to reveal her crystal clear eyes.
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London Boy (LN4)
Summary: In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl
Warnings: mentions of family trauma, but it’s really light, FLUFFFFFFFFFFF
Note: I promise I will stop doing song imagines. I already have a regular imagine in the works, THIS ONE WAS JUST TOO GOOD TO PASS UP 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Word Count: 4,377
I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal and you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee Whiskey, but something happened. I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.
When Y/n had been invited to the British Grand Prix, she was as excited as she could be. She wasn’t really educated when it came to F1, seeing as she had only heard of it twice in all her life. Nonetheless, it was a girls trip with her best friends, Paige and Lily, so she was eager to go anyway.
However, as she stood in the middle of the Paddock with coffee down her shirt and jeans, her views on the sport turned sour. The moment had transpired in seconds as she hurriedly walked down the street with her friends to get to their suite. She had heard a group of men laughing, one of the laughs standing out as more of a cackle, before her shoulder was crashing into another’s and hot liquid was seeping into her clothes.
“Shit!” The clothes clung to her, burning her body completely. Her eyes snapped up to be met with the chin of a man wearing orange, her gaze moving up to be met with dimples that were disappearing rapidly.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” His British accent bled into his voice as he frantically gave her a once over, assessing for damage.
She would have been more mad if she hadn’t found him so attractive. His tan skin and muscular body only lessened the fuel in her fire as she listened to his charming british accent.
“I can pay for the clothes.” He said once more, sounding as if he was trying to grab her attention.
Her eyes met his, “Um, no, it’s okay.” She pulled at the clothes, shifting uncomfortably under the still scalding temperature.
“Here, my teammate’s girlfriend probably has something you can change into. I can take you to her if that works?” He asked timidly, gesturing around like she was near.
Y/n tilted her head, “Your teammate?”
She really had no knowledge of the sport. She assumed each brand had one driver because, in her mind, why would they need more?
The man chuckled as her American accent dawned on him and he realized she had no clue who he was, “Yeah, you can bring your friends if you want?” He tried once more, looking behind her.
The girl glanced over her shoulder, her friends’ mouths gaping open as they quickly nodded their heads for them to go with him, “Okay, that works.”
Lily held up a pair of blue jeans and a black bodycon shirt with a smile, “Try these on?”
Y/n smiled timidly, her friends were seemingly freaking out over the people in the room, but she didn’t understand why, “Thank you.”
Thankfully, the clothes fit her well, hugging her waist and doing wonders for the curves of her body. Stepping out of the bathroom and back into the room, she found Paige, Lily, and Teammate’s Lily as well as the man she had come to know, Lando.
“Better?” He asked as he walked up to her with an apologetic smile.
She returned it, “Yeah, a lot.”
They continued looking at each other for a few moments before Paige was clearing her throat and the two were separating. As the three girls grouped together, moving out of the room and toward the exit, Lando’s loud voice flooded their ear drums.
“Y/n! Wait!” His accent yelled as he ran over to them. Catching his breath with his phone in hand, he looked at Y/n with a toothy grin, “Let me take you out to dinner as an apology?”
The two girls beside her gasped as she nodded and put her number in his phone.
They say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives. Ya know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you.
If you had told the y/h/c haired girl that day on the Paddock that the man who had spilled caffeine on her was successful and talented Lando Norris, driver for Mclaren, she would have laughed in your face. After multiple dates together and Lando feeling guilty at her still clueless self, he informed her of his rather rare occupation. She had been taken aback, not seeing him as some famous celebrity who had girls falling at his feet. He was so down to Earth and nice, even when she knew, she didn’t believe it.
It was around 5 months into the relationship when he asked her to come visit him on his vacation to London, telling her he wanted to show her around his hometown. Over the phone, she had asked him if this was his way of asking her to meet his family and she could hear the shy smile in his voice as he said, “What would you say if I said ‘yes’?”
With a smile on her face, she had excitedly told him to tell her when and she’d be there. Bags in hand at 4 AM, she had said goodbye to her best friends and assured them she would call every night over the next 2 weeks to fill them in on her “whirlwind romance with a celeb”. Their words, not hers.
To say she was giddy when her eyes met him from across Heathrow was an understatement. The way his glasses, baseball cap, and face mask failed to hide his smiling face and ecstatic demeanor warmed her heart. Instead of running over to him like she knew the both of them wanted, she walked cooly in his direction, not wanting to draw any attention to him and the relationship they were trying to keep under wraps. Upon reaching him, his arms wrapped around her middle, his face burying in her neck and inhaling the scent he had missed so much, as the two whispered words of longing and love in the other’s ear.
When he pulled back and his eyes landed on her smile, he tilted his head and gazed at the feature on her face he had grown to adore so much.
“Lando,” She giggled as her eyes clocked the way he lingered on her beam. His name on her lips forced him to move his eyes up, meeting hers and sparkling as they took the quiet moment for themselves.
Shining with adoration and yearning, his eyes said way more than he let on, “I missed you, my love.”
Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so I guess all the rumors are true. Ya know I love a London boy, boy, I fancy you.
“What if they don’t like me? Don’t Europeans, like, hate Americans?” Y/n asked as she clutched onto Lando’s arm, sticking to his side as they grew closer to the restaurant.
He laughed from beside her, but quieted down when he saw the genuine concern on her face. Stopping and taking her face in his hands, he pecked her lips, “Baby, they will love you. Trust me. Just because you’re American doesn’t mean they’ll think you’re annoying before they even meet you.”
Sighing and shrugging off his hold in frustration, she began walking toward their destination, “Do you guys really think people from America are annoying?”
He jogged to catch up with her before taking her hand in his and kissing the knuckles of it, “A lot of them are not as pleasant as you.”
Stepping into the pub, Y/n inched closer to his side, suddenly being hit with double her original amount of nerves. Thankfully, Lando’s arm slid around her shoulders as he steered her toward the back of the establishment. A booth filled with whispering 20-something adults came into view before Lando was pulling her to stand in front of everyone, on full display, something he liked and she didn’t.
“Guys, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.” He smiled as his voice grabbed the attention of what Y/n could only determine were his best friends.
A chorus of “Nice to meet you!” and “We’ve heard so much about you” graced the couple’s ears. Lando ushered for her to scooch into the empty seats saved just for them.
Once settled, the questions began.
Max was the first to jump in, wanting to get to know the girl his best friend hadn’t shut up about for the past few months, “So, are you in uni?”
Her face scrunched up in confusion, “Uni?”
Lando chuckled from beside her and in his best American accent said, “College, baby.”
She laughed at her own stupidity, “Oh, yeah. I forgot you guys call it uni.”
Max shook his head with a smile, “No problem.”
“But, anyway, yes, I am in college.” She smiled and nodded as Lando’s friends hung onto her every word, something he was sure would happen.
“Oh, cool, what are you studying?” Ria entered the conversation, leaning over the table to greet the, now, only other girl in the group.
“Psychology. I want to become a therapist.” Y/n’s face lit up at the mention of her passion and Lando gazed upon her like she had just told him he would be World Champion next year.
The table’s eyes bulged, “Don’t you have to go through a lot of schooling for that?” Maz inquired.
“Yeah! But, it’s okay. I’ve always liked learning.” She smiled back.
Max’s jaw dropped as he laughed and let out a breath, “How are you putting up with his stupid ass then?”
The group, including Y/n and Lando, threw their heads back in laughter as Lando tried to act annoyed, “Mate, don’t scare her away just yet.”
She put her hand on his bicep and rubbed softly, “Lan, if I was scared, I would have been gone already.”
He kissed her cheek quickly with blushing cheeks as Ria, Aarav, and Niran observed a lovesick Lando. Leaning over Aarav spoke to both Ria and Niran, “Why does he look happy?”
Niran giggled as Ria rolled her eyes, “Because he’s in love, dumbass.”
From across the table, Y/n tried to partake in a conversation between Lando, Max, and Steve, but the moment Ria’s comment met Y/n’s ears, she was done for.
Looking at the man who was crowding her space to hear his friends better, she wondered if he did, in fact, love her the way she loved him.
Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride, “Babes, don’t threaten me with a good time”. They say home is where the heart is, but God, I love the English.
Throwing themselves into the cab, Lando and Y/n breathed out a sigh of relief. Glancing out the window and being met with the aggressive downpour that was overwhelming London, Y/n listened to her boyfriend rattle off his address to the driver.
Sitting back, he let his head fall on the seat behind him as it lulled to the side, capturing his girlfriend’s unexplainable beauty.
He smiled before tugging on her hand, making her turn her attention away from the water droplets and to the man who was as soaked, if not more, then she was, “How long do you think it will take us to get back?”
He glanced outside, “The traffic’s really bad…” He trailed off as he wondered, “Probably around 20 minutes?”
“Mmm,” She leaned into his side, not at all caring for the way his drenched clothes stuck to her own.
His head fell on top of hers as they breathed together for a moment. His mind wandered to that morning and how he had been woken up by Max calling him.
Lando had shut off the ringer the second it blared loudly and thankfully, he hadn’t disturbed your sleeping form as he got out of the warm, soft cocoon to answer.
“Hello? Why are you calling me so early?” His groggy voice greeted his best friend on the other end of the line as he shut the door to the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen.
Max laughed, “Mate! It’s literally 12 PM. What were you up to last night?” His suggestive tone had Lando’s mind flashing back to the rather intimate activities that had taken place hours before.
“None of your business,” He bit out, “What do you need?”
“No need to get so hostile on me.” Max said innocently, “Just wanted to ask you if you’ve told Y/n you love her yet?”
Lando choked out a breath before clearing his throat, “I’m sorry- what?”
“Have you guys said that yet?” Max repeated, not understanding why his friend sounded so confused.
While he wanted to deny his love for her, Lando knew he couldn’t, he never could, “No.”
“Well, you should tell her.” Max stated firmly.
Lando’s voice fell quiet, “But, what if she isn’t there yet?”
Max loudly laughed, “Oh, man! It’s crazy how you bagged someone intelligent.” Lando cringed as Max continued, “She clearly feels the same way.”
Lando’s heart soared, “You think?”
HIs best friend sighed, “Yes, I do. So does Ria, and Niran, and Steve, and Aarav. It’s really obvious, dude.”
Lando’s smile hurt, “Oh, I didn’t know that.”
Max chuckled, “I know. That’s why I called you.”
His brain thought over the possibility of telling her about his growing feelings as he felt her weight against his side in the back of the dirty cab. It was almost as if she heard his thoughts as she moved her head off his shoulder to stare up at him, silently begging him to say it.
Whether it was in his head or not, he fulfilled the wish he was convinced she was pleading with him to make reality, “I love you.” He whispered.
Their faces inches apart, Lando watched as Y/n’s face gleamed and her smile grew, “I love you too.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief when she moved to kiss him. His hands in her hair and no regard for the driver in front of them, he kissed her like he was crazily, stupidly, and wholly in love with her.
Because he was.
Just wanna be with you, wanna be with you, wanna be with you. You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking’ SoHo, drinking in the afternoon. He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you. Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so I guess all the rumors are true.
“Darling, are you ready?” Lando’s voice flooded through his apartment.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway, she was popping out of the bedroom clad in jeans and a sweater, prepared for the crisp and cold London air. Catching his gaze, she jokingly twirled around as she muttered, “This good to meet your family?”
Closing the space between them and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her forehead, “Perfect. You look perfect, baby.”
With crimson red cheeks, the two of them left his building and made their way to his parent’s house minutes away.
“For some reason, I’m not as nervous to meet them as I was to meet your friends.” Her eyebrows contorted as they walked down the sidewalk.
“Maybe that’s because I’m their son and you love me. Ya know, the whole ‘Apple doesn’t fall far from the tre-’” He was interrupted by two giggling girls stopping to stand directly in front of them.
One of them gently shoved her phone in between them, “Can we take a picture?”
Y/n watched as Lando’s eyes softened before he was grabbing her phone and lightly turning her way to ask her to take it. Shaking her head with a smile, she grabbed it and positioned them in the frame, “Okay, 1…2…3,” She mumbled before taking multiple and handing it back to the girls that couldn’t be over 16, “I took a couple.”
Nodding, the other one’s eyes drifted between Lando and Y/n before cocking her head to the side.
“Wait, were those dating rumors true? Is this your girlfriend?” Her eyes grew wide in realization as Lando blushed and pulled Y/n into him.
Glancing down at her y/e/c eyes, he nodded, “Yeah, this is her.”
Gasping, the fans excitedly told the two how pretty they thought Y/n was before thanking each of them and running off.
Resuming their steps, Y/n giggled, “They had a crush on you. It was so cute.”
He laughed from beside her before kissing her temple, “Maybe, but I have a crush on you.”
“Okay, I take it back. I’m going to throw up.” Y/n’s face paled as Lando’s fist rapped against the wooden door.
“You said the same thing with my friends, baby, and they loved you. I’m telling you it will be the same with my family.” He tried to calm and reassure.
Thankfully, there was no room for disagreeing because his mom was opening the door and smiling widely at her son and his infamous new girlfriend.
“Lando!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around her child.
“Hi, mum,” He laughed as he squeezed her tightly. Moving away and turning her head, Cisca beamed.
“Oh, you are so gorgeous! Tell me my son is treating you right?” She laughed before sending Y/n the sweetest smile the girl had ever received.
“Oh, he is, Mrs. Norris. Don’t worry.” Y/n assured as the woman pulled her into a hug as well.
“It’s Cisca to you.” Y/n could hear the warming smile in her voice before she was being led inside.
Walking into the house, Y/n’s noticed the immediate warmth that surrounded every furniture piece and person. It was a bit of a shocker and adjustment when she found out just how close Lando was to his family. Growing up, she hadn’t had that with her family as her parents didn’t have a good relationship and were constantly fighting while her siblings tried to calm both adults. It was traumatic, to put it simply, and after Lando had picked up on her confusion when he said he was going to meet his mom for lunch earlier in their relationship, he made a mental note to ask her about it later. When he did, she had had no choice, but to tell him her childhood, or lack thereof. He was quite surprised when he found out his bubbly, sweet girlfriend had come from such a toxic, violent household, but he didn’t voice that as he comforted her and apologized for something that wasn’t even his fault. Long story short, even though she had come to understand his relationship with his family, it was still a bit weird to her how much love there was to go around.
Coming up beside her, Lando’s hand rested on the bottom of her back as he whispered in her ear, “How are you doing?”
He could only assume how saddening this could be for her after countless words spoken with her over how angry she had been as a teenager at her parents for not providing with some sort of normal home life.
However, she just smiled up at him, laying a kiss on his cheek before whispering back, “I’ll be okay.”
He nodded and before he could lean in to meet her lips with his, Flo was appearing before them.
She beamed at the couple, “Hi! You must be Y/n. I’m Flo, Lando’s sister. He talks about you all the time.”
Her comforting tone gave Y/n the confidence to respond with, “Oh? I hope all good things?”
Lando chuckled as his hand squeezed her hip as his sister exposed him completely, “Oh, very good things. I’m serious, he actually never shuts up about you. I would be annoyed with him if he wasn’t so clearly happy.”
Y/n sent a smile to Lando’s sister before turning her head to gaze up at her boyfriend, realizing how much of a home she had found within him.
Soon enough, the rest of Lando’s siblings joined their sister, conversing with his American girlfriend like they had known her their whole life.
“So, you’re studying psychology to become a therapist, I hear?” Oliver inquired as Lando began to nod his head, a proud boyfriend.
She nodded along with him, “Yes, I’m graduating college this year and then I’ll move onto grad school to get my masters.”
Flo’s eyes widened, “Wow, do you know where you’re going?”
Lando blurted it out before Y/n could, he just couldn’t help how much he wanted to brag about her intelligence, “She’s going to Yale!”
All three siblings’ jaws fell open as Y/n laughed at her boyfriend’s eagerness, “Yale. I’m going to Yale. Thanks, babe.”
He smiled sheepishly down at her as he muttered a sorry to which she shook her head, not mad at all.
The conversation took off from there, continuing on while all of them sat at the dinner table, only then did the parents join in. Everyone was enthralled by Y/n, captured by her charm and smile, falling victim to all the same things Lando had. He wanted to take a picture, at that moment, as he gazed upon the girl who was very quickly earning the title of “Love of my Life” and how she clicked perfectly with everyone else he loved immensely.
As the night went on, leading into the darkness of midnight, Lando found himself in his old backyard, alone, as he watched Y/n in a very committed conversation with his sisters about Taylor Swift.
He wasn’t aware how long Oliver had sat next to him, only being aware of his presence when his brother said, “I think she’s it.”
Shaking his head, he frowned at his brother, “What?”
Oliver smiled down at his younger brother, remembering his own lovestruck days, “I think she’s it. I think you’ve found the one, Lando.”
To say he was blushing would have been an understatement, Lando was blood red in the cheeks, the neck, the ears, everywhere. His smile spoke volumes to his brother as he took a moment before responding, “I think so too.”
“How’d you two meet again?” Oliver had heard the story once, on the day it happened, but never again after that.
Once again, Lando’s smile hurt, “We met on the paddock at Silverstone. She was with her friends and we were both distracted, so we ran into each other and I literally spilled my coffee down her entire front. Thankfully, she was really sweet about it which didn’t help the fact that I was already in love with her. But, anyways, I remember I got to look at her first. She was looking down at her clothes while I was just staring at her. I seriously think I have never been that gobsmacked by someone’s beauty before. I almost couldn’t speak when she actually made eye contact with me. I offered to pay for her clothes, but then I realized that that would mean I wouldn’t have a chance to talk to her again, so I told her Lily would have something extra. I actually had no clue if Lily had extra clothes, I really didn’t expect her to because who the hell brings extra clothes to an event? But, I knew it would give me at least 20 more minutes with her, so I ran with it. Fortunately, Lily did have extra clothes, something I was incredibly confused by, and when Y/n was finished changing, she walked out without my number. I had been so nervous to ask her, but Lily yelled at me the second the door closed to get off my ass and go get a date with her, so I did. Thank God, I did, man.”
Oliver hung on to his brother’s every word, observing the twinkle in Lando’s eyes when the three girls across the yard would laugh at something Y/n had said. Even if he had never met Y/n, Oliver was sure he would’ve gotten the memo on how in love Lando was with her just by how highly, how affectionately he talked about her. I mean, it was actually partially true. Going into the dinner, everyone in the family was aware of how love drunk Lando was with this girl he had been dating. From the moment he had called them, detailing how he had just met this girl who had absolutely stolen his attention, the family had made bets on the fact this relationship would last a lifetime.
Even now, as he watched Lando wander over to his girlfriend like a lost puppy, Oliver was sure it would.
Just wanna be with you, wanna be with you. I fancy you, fancy you, oh.
“Baby! Guess what 5 years ago today was!” Lando’s voice yelled throughout their flat in Monaco as he wandered aimlessly, trying to find his fiancé.
He found Y/n in the kitchen, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows as her hip rested against the countertop, “What?”
Pulling her into his arms and showing her his phone, he smiled, “You met my parents, love. 5 years ago today.”
She laughed as she looked at the screen, only to find a picture of her, asleep in Lando’s car at time with the caption, ‘slumped after meeting the fam’
“God, that’s a really horrendous picture of me.” She replied as Lando immediately tugged on the hem of her shirt with a scowl, “What? No, it’s not! You always look so cute when you’re asleep.”
She over exaggerated a nod before he pinched her side, her yelping in response.
“Isn’t it good I think you’re cute when you’re asleep?” He smiled cheekily, “I mean, we are getting married,” His fingers toyed with the ring on her finger, “so, I’ll be waking up to you like that every day for the rest of our lives.”
She smiled as he kissed her, breathing her in, “When you put it that way, it’s not too bad.”
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nex-thegrimreaper · 1 year ago
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Oh Baby, do you wanna dance? —————-☆—
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warnings and all that jazz- Mention of reader being smaller than hobie, fluffy domestic type shit to SMUT, hobie is a little flirt, reader is on birth control, still wrap it before you tap it, creampie, begging (from reader) i didn’t proofread
TILL THE FUCKIN BOAT SHAKES IM OBSESSED
Coming out of the shower on hobie’s canal boat you could hear the vinyl he was playing while he meticulously fiddled with the screwback studs on his jacket, from the soft, distant hum of the music you could tell it was the Ramones, louder than the music you could hear hobie mumbling lyrics here and there
by the time you get to Hobie’s (?) room you realized you didn’t have any of your large shirts to wear to sleep, you browse through Hobie’s side of the closet, his large black Ramones t-shirt catching your eyes, the kind of thing he would let you wear, just to see you in it
when you slip on Hobie’s shirt it does a decent enough job of covering your panties, the smell of his cologne engulfing you, you revel in that for a moment before padding out to the living room, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend from behind, he softly lays his head on you “hello darling” he speaks in his thick british accent, his eyes not leaving his jacket
“hello my love” you say softly, snuggling your head into his shoulder “your jacket coming along?” he pauses briefly to shift his head around, looking at it throughly, like an artist giving the canvas a second look “yeah, i think it’s looking good” he says, shifting his head to look over at you, slowly looking you up and down, a specific glint in his eyes “my Ramones shirt aye?”he says his british accent thicker than usual, he can feel you softly nod, he breathes deeply
“fuck, so much for my jacket..” he says, his voice deeper than before, he shifts around, grabbing your waist, whispering in your ear “i was going to do this after i was done, just so you know” he picks you up, wrapping his arms around you and waking to the bedroom, softly laying you on the bed, giving you a smirk, presumably directed toward the deer in headlights look on your face
it didn’t take you long to gingerly spread your legs for your boyfriend, revealing the lacy red panties you wore, and you gave him the cutest bedroom eyes you could pull off, “quite the pretty little ting ain’t you?” hobie says, slipping off his shirt, you look at him innocently and he smirks
“don’ go pretending you didn’t want this, putting on that shirt…coming over there and distracting me..” he clicks his tongue, removing his belts and undoing his jeans, the outline of his thick cock poking through his boxers “how you gonna make up for that huh doll?” “by letting you have your way with me, in your t-shirt, to the ramones?” he smirks “ain’t you the clever one…”
he pushes your panties to the side, grabbing your hip underneath his shirt and taking out his cock with the other, already leaking pre-cum he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing into you quickly, barely giving you time to adjust before he begins to pound into you, his other hand on your waist, as you moan out he looks at you with a smirk on his face, letting out moans of his own as you tighten around him
“h..hobie fuck~” you moan out, and this only seems to spur him on more, his thrusts speeding up, practically fucking you dumb “good girl, taking….takin’ my cock s’ good” he speaks practically into your ear, he kisses your neck as he continues to fuck you roughly, pressed so close to you that you can feel his heartbeat before he pulls back, reaching one of his hands down to softly rub your clit, looking you up and down like a steak
the passion is painted in his soul before he softly grins, showing his canines, his look going slightly dark as you whimper beneath him, trying oh so very hard to keep eye contact with him, he sharply inhales before pounding into rougher making your eyes “look at me doll” he says, you look at his face, his gorgeous body, then you look at the way his dick enters and exits your cunt, a ring of your mixed juices forming at his base “good fuckin’ pussy aye?” he slams into you
“your gettin’ hot baby..” you moan at his words knowing what he’s implying “shit, im close myself..” he grips your hips nearly bruisingly as you grip the sheets “Cum for me, Y/n” he says biting his lip as he takes in the view, watching your legs spasm and your eyes roll back, watching you cum hard, still wearing his t-shirt “yeah, good girl” he says, changing pace to chase his own orgasm after you finish yours, asking you where
it’s not very long before Hobie buries himself deep inside of you, hot ropes of his cum filling you, Hobie’s gorgeous moans filling your ears as do your own, slowly he pulls out of you, leaving you with the sensation of being stretched and filled with cum
“you did such a good job baby” he says softly before leaving and returning with a wet towel cleaning the two of you up as his cum drops out of you, he discards of the towel before kissing your cheek and laying in bed, you lay next to him and he wraps his arms around you “your a damn good distraction..” he says and you softly smile against him, the two of you fall asleep not long after, you wake up to him out of bed and working on his jacket, because of course he would.
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pls “good girl” with his britishness kill me also he would be like a toddler if you were mad i love him
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noellawrites · 10 months ago
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Souvenir Part 2 - Yandere!Luca x reader
part one linked here
summary: someone pays you a surprise visit at The Bear’s friends and family night.
warnings: baby trapping mention, abortion mention, s2 finale spoilers
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It was the night of The Bear’s soft opening and emotions were running high.
You were back to waitressing after having passed Luca’s pastry expertise to Marcus. You were just thankful to be back where you knew you belonged.
Too much time spent at the dessert station just made you think more about your time in Copenhagen and your little souvenir that has been growing inside of you for the last three months.
If you never saw Luca again, it would be too soon.
“Hands!” Tina yelled and you approached from behind her at lightning speed, reaching out and grabbing table twenty’s focaccia.
“Fire up three t-bones and four calamari!” Sydney’s voice echoed from behind you as you rushed through the doors and walked briskly towards the middle of the restaurant.
On your way back, Natalie gestured to you from her and Pete’s table.
“What’s up, Nat?” you asked, feeling your nerves being reflected in her expression.
“I have some news for you,” she grimaced, reaching her soft hand up to touch yours gently.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
“Richie, uh… may or may not have invited Luca tonight,” Sugar said, wincing at your reaction.
“W-what? But he’s in Copenhagen, that’s… that’s not possible!” you exclaimed, louder than you meant to.
It wasn’t enough that he had to force a baby into you, but now he had to come all the way to America to rub it all in? You wanted to throw up.
“If he shows up, I’m switching to back of house. I can’t handle seeing him right now,” you stated.
“I understand, (y/n). We’ll figure it out,” Sugar promised.
“Yeah, and I’m gonna fucking kill Richie.”
“Shit, there he is!” you hissed as you looked through the thin glass strip into the front of house.
“Oh shit, like, baby daddy Luca?” Sydney exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.
You nodded, gnawing at your lip as you watched him being seated at the bar. He was already looking around, no doubt searching for you.
You decided to help Tina and take over Josh’s station, since he’d disappeared and Carmy was still stuck in the walk-in. Tina and Syd both knew what’d happened to you and had been nothing but supportive through it all.
As you were distracting yourself by prepping dishes for Tina, you heard the door swing open and hit the wall.
“I thought I’d find you here,” said a voice with a familiar British accent.
“Uh, sorry dude, you can’t be back here,” Sydney stated, pointing at the door and raising her eyebrows at Luca.
As much as you wanted to scream at him, you knew that making a scene would only make things worse.
“Outside,” you said, nodding your head towards the back door.
“You never answered my calls.”
“You baby trapped me!”
“You could’ve gotten an abortion.”
“I can’t afford one!”
“Oh, poor you,” he sneered.
You swallowed a sob as you stared into his cruel, intense eyes.
“Why are you acting like this? Why are you even here?” you sniffled.
“I wanted to watch Carmy fail, of course. And visiting you and the baby is an added bonus,” he said, then reached his tattooed hand out to cup your rounded belly over your apron.
“Don’t touch me!”
“(Y/n), come back with me. You won’t have to do grunt work for Carmy or live in that tiny apartment anymore. You and the baby could live with me and you could focus on raising them. And you can work in my restaurant if you miss waiting tables.”
“I never wanted this baby, Luca.” you sighed, shaking your head.
“But I did. I do. So let me take care of everything, yeah?” he said so gently, holding out his arms to you.
You were weak and needy and tired, and you let him hold you close just like he had done three months ago.
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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year ago
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Weaving threads of friendship (mostly platonic)
Refer to this post.
As the people requested, Hobie’s partner meeting Miles.
This one is significantly shorter than my last one partially cause I think this is pretty straightforward
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From the moment Miles Morales heard of Hobie brown he didn’t know exactly how to feel about him
It happened in passing as he and Gwen had swung through the city
The first time since the collider incident that he had seen her, months of wondering if she was fine
If she and the others had made it back safe
And now as they go around city just like he had hoped if she mentions him
He couldn’t help but feel a twang of panic
Feelings he’s harboured for the blond that had been simmering for a long while coming to a bubbling uproar
Didn’t help as he pushed the subject and got in response that she had apparently been living with him
An ugly seed of envy sprouts it’s way into his gut at that
He can’t help but feel ashamed of it
This was Gwen, of course she found someone. She was the coolest person he knows
Someone who could do ballet while fighting villains
Plus was apart of some kickass band in her dimension
He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if she was selling out stadiums
And if she wasn’t currently, then he fully expected that for her future
He should feel happy that she found someone
Happy that she was in a good place
Yet it’s hard to ignore that sprouting envy as his emotions are already high enough as it is when seeing her again
It doesn’t help when he meets Hobie though
Having a moment to prove himself and then suddenly having it quite literally dashed open
With a guitar no less
Doesn’t help that he was cool as hell
The studded black leather vest
Spike Mohawk
Doc Martin boots
British accent
Silver gleaming piercings
Miles knew he couldn’t compare to him
And by god did it hurt
From the moment Hobie saw miles he knew knew he’d like the accidental Spider-Man
It might be due to the fact that Miguel did NOT want him apart of the Spider regime
On the fact that him being Spider-Man went against canon
But it also had to do with the fact that he recognized how he looked at Gwen
It’s how Hobie looked at you
Sure, he couldn’t see under the mask but it was very glaringly obvious to Brit
That was the gaze of someone who was in a deep passionate love
Something akin to fizzling fireworks that popped off in the night
Pop rocks exploding on your tongue on a humid day
Sappy romantic shite that he once never thought he’d think of
Until he rapidly found himself staring at you with that same expression
It makes him chuckle a bit thinking back
How glaringly obvious he was with his feelings yet you couldn’t accept the signs
Not until he told you face to face
Good times
With that look he also sees a slight sadness with it as well
Miles occasionally glancing at him and then back to Gwen
The slight bitter taste Miles held in his voice when addressing him
But what…oh
That realization almost makes Hobie burst out in laughter
Poor lad is probably running circles in his head for nothing
He’s definitely gonna have to tell him
One the tour of the HQ Hobie lingers close by to the newbie
Hands on his pockets as Jessica leads to way to Miguel’s sulking area
With the lame and inconveniently slow office floor elevator
A perfect example of capitalism
He pulls Miles aside with an arm around his shoulder, making Mikes give a noise of complaint
Until Hobie pulled out a Polaroid from an inner pocket of his vest
In it was Hobie with another person
Both staring up at the camera as he gave them a kiss
Miles looks to him in confusion
“I thought you and-“
“Gwenivere? Nah mate. S’ just crashin at my place cause home ain’t the best for her right now.”
“And that’s?”
“Yeah, my partner in crime so to say. Should meet them sometime, they’d like ya”
“Really?”
“Gwen won’t stop talking bout you.”
Hobie stifles a laugh at Miles’s face
The look of surprise and Fluster washing over the young lad as he shoots a glance at Gwen
Who all the while remained obvious to his stare as he directs it to the ground once more
Hobie grabs a new piece of tech as he does this
Pocketing it as he did with many other nick-knacks he’d found and swiped
To be fair, if it’s not nailed to the ground real nice then it’s free territory for grabbing
Or well…that’s what he tells others anyways
The piles of scrap pilled up in both his home and your room is a testament to that
As was the prototypes of his own dimension hoping bracelet
When you met Miles you couldn’t help but be extremely excited as the young Spider-Man sat down on Hobie’s worn and old ripped leather couch
Gwen often talked of him
So now seeing him in person is a extremely fun experience especially since he’s awkward in a way that reminds you of your past self
Conversation starts off slow at first
Stuff mostly revolving around his universe
What he liked
Etcetera Etcetera
But what really gets talk happening is when he brings up drawing
In a life in which your surrounded by musically artistic people it’s nice to have someone with a new passion
So it’s safe to say he quickly ends up showing you his sketchbook
Carefully showing you pages of graffiti tags
Mural ideas
And a few that had Gwen that he quickly flipped to a different page
You don’t comment on it but your grin alone tells him what he needs to hear
Speaking of which, Gwen is ecstatic that you get to meet Miles
She would not spot talking about it even before the whole “don’t tell mikes about the spider society” situation happened and was figured out
You definitely tease her a bit about it
And Miles as well
Buts it’s all in good nature
Miles finds you to be down to earth and Hobie’s translator of sorts
He doesn’t at all get British slang or can understand what Hobie is talking about so you help with that
Using an phrases and metaphors work better for his American understanding
He thanks whatever god there is for that cause sometimes he swears Hobie is making up shit just to confuse him
If you show him all the handmade gifts Hobie has made for you he gets a lot of creative inspiration
Especially since he’s always willing to step out of his normal medium
Show him how to make his own custom pins and he’ll return later with at least 15 plus a couple for you and Hobie
Their also really well drawn as well
So it’s a win win for everyone
At some point you secretly ask him to make some potential album cover art for Hobie and he is fucking ecstatic
He’s never done something like that before so he takes to trying it very seriously
Experimenting with styles
Trying new techniques
Eventually he settles down on a mix of graffiti and collage of news paper clippings
Cause apparently to him you both look as if your straight from newspaper clippings mashed together
Gwen can attest to this as well
Hobie ends up fucking loving it
And Gwen, Miles and Pavitr have to deal with the punk being all lovey dovey to you in a way they had never imagined Hobie to be
He’s peppering your face with kisses and swinging you around in a hug
You let out a small yell as he tosses you up and catches you
It’s honestly really sweet
“How did I once find him intimidating?”
“Eh, it’s not much of a surprise to me. You’d be surprised to find out how many Punk people are actually really sweet”
“I think it’s also cause you thought he was dating g-“
He eventually puts you down and pulls them into a hug
That quickly turns into him aggressively messing up their hair
“I take what I said back”
“Hey! Don’t mess with the hair! My beautiful natural hair!”
“Why am I even surprised anymore?”
Safe to say miles has become a new vital part of this group
And you wouldn’t have it any other way
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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year ago
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hi again! I'm the one who asked if you write for aaron himself, anw the fic doesn't really need to be a smut. butzzzz, what if aaron x reader were childhood bffs and when they went to highschool, reader had a crush on aaron and reader's feeling for aaron lasted for years, but then after aaron's taping on nowhere boy, reader found out that aaron is dating s*m? then reader decided to cut off ties with aaron so reader can move on?????????? then after years years later reader is also now an actress and is starring on a romance film with aaron, as the film was in progress reader's feelings for aaron is slowly coming back, and on a specific scene for the movie, reader got carried away so she accidentally "confessed" to aaron even though it wasn't on the script then than made it. to the final cut😖🤙
A/n- hiii! Also love this sm anon!! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been super busy ): it’s kinda lengthy but I hope u like it
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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You and Aaron had been best friends, ever since you both were teenagers.
You both stayed with each other through the awkward growing up phase. You two used to be inseparable, and stayed like that until he started to film for nowhere boy, where he was playing John Lennon.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’re literally going to play John Lennon?” You asked, with a smile on your face as you talked to your friend.
He smiled back and nodded. You both continued to walk and talk, you talked about what you auditioned for and he talked about how he was excited to play in the movie.
You both were busy filming, you for a show and him for a movie. So you both had been a little distant, distracted.
You sighed when you flopped into the bed, tired and yawning. You were falling asleep, eyes shut and everything, when your phone goes off.
You groan and pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
He says your name, and you automatically knew it was Aaron.
“Aaron! Hi! Oh my god, I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you? How’s the film?” You rubbed your eyes.
“Hi. Sorry if I woke you up or somethin’. Im alright. The filmings almost wrapped up. How about your show?”
“That’s good. Today was the last day, so hopefully it goes good.”
“Thats nice.”
There was an awkward silence for a while.
“ I was wondering if you’d wanna hang out this weekend. We haven’t talked and you know-“ his British accent cut through the silence thankfully.
“Yeah! I’d love to.” You said, more excited than you should’ve been.
“Great. I’ll text you everything tomorrow, thank you. Goodnight, y/n.”
“Goodnight, Aaron.”
And you thought things would be great at lunch, but they got worse.
He told you about his new girlfriend, Sam. And you learned that she was older, way older than him. He had just turned an adult, so what the hell?
Of course, you’d been his best friend forever, and you’ve seen his girlfriends come and go, but this one was different, she was old, way too old for him, and the power imbalance was weird to you. The he mentioned how she was pregnant.
You tried to be supportive, but you couldn’t. When you got home, you cried into your pillow and blocked Aaron’s number.
It’s been two years now, and you had just got cast for Anna Karenina. You were playing the main character, and that’s when you found out Aaron was also on the movie, playing none other than your love interest.
The first day on set, you both were shocked to see each other. You glanced at him and he did the same, and quickly darted his eyes away.
Did he hate you? Did he feel bad?
He should, you thought bitterly. You looked over your lines, and after you were ready made your way to where it would be shot.
It was awkward for you and Aaron, both of you just continued to work professionally, however, on set.
It wasn’t until the dance scene that you realized how utterly in love you still were with him. It was a few days of filming now.
He kissed your hand, and you were gone. In terms of the movie and in reality.
You did as you practiced, but you’d practiced with someone else, and so has he. It was odd to be doing it with him.
You stared into his eyes. That’s when you realized in character and out of character, you were in love with him.
So you used that to make the scene better, he stared into your eyes the same way, but you brushed it off as acting.
The spotlight was on the both of you, and you couldn’t see anything but him.
Your palms were sweating, but so were his, you realized.
Once that scene was over, you both stared at each other for a moment in silence.
“Let’s take a break!” They said, and everyone went where they usually did.
It had been a long day. You both stayed staring for a good few seconds before you both opened your mouth.
“I’m sorry-“ you both apologized at the same time. You both smiled and laughed at that.
“I shouldn’t have blocked you.”
“And I shouldn’t have sprung everything on you at once.”
You both stayed silent for a moment again before you asked.
“How’s you and Sam..?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Oh. Yeah. We’re good- fine.”
“And your baby..?”
He smiled at the mention “She’s good.”
“A girl, huh? What’s her name?”
He stared into your eyes again, with that same look as he did in the dance scene.
“Y/n.”
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And that’s how you were here now, months filming now. It was the scene were you told Vronsky, or Aaron, that your character was pregnant.
You were in a field, holding a parasol as you looked into the distance.
“Anna.” He said behind you.
You turned back, with a small smile present on your face, putting the parasol down.
“Alexei. What is it?”
“I couldn’t bear not to see you before the race.”
You smiled and practically ran into his arms, his hands rubbed your shoulders.
“What were you thinking about?”
His hand grabbed your jaw softly when you didn’t answer.
“Tell me.”
You stared into each others eyes. You passed for a moment before speaking.
“I’m pregnant.”
You stayed silent for a moment and waited for a reaction.
His face lit up, hand caressing your cheek.
“Oh, my love. Love was never a game to us. Here’s an end to living in corners. Existing days to days on lies. Now we can be together.” He laughed quietly.
For a second, you wished it was real.
“How can we, Alexei?”
“Tell him everything.”
“Do you think my husband will make you a present of me?”
“Leave him.”
“Leave him and be your mistress?”
“Yes. Run away.”
“I would never see my son again. The laws are made by husbands and fathers.”
He paused for a moment. Was that the only reason he was still with Sam?
“What then? I’ll never forgive myself for your unhappiness.”
“Unhappiness? I’m like a starving begged who’s been given food. I am happy. I love you. I could never be unhappy with you.” The last part slipped out on accident, it was not part of your lines.
His eyebrows raised, and you paused for a moment, looking at him for a reaction.
He leaned in, and you did as well. The kiss seemed genuine, not like the forced ones you’ve had while filming this movie. This felt real, full of actual passion and love.
The kiss went on for longer than expected, the people on set were eating every second of it up.
“Cut! Now that is how you act! Way to go, guys. Really great.”
Your cheeks burned up as you realized what had happened, you looked at Aaron and he smiled softly.
You both talked for a while, you both trying to ignore what happened earlier.
“Did you mean what you said earlier..?” He asked suddenly, right before you were about to enter your car to leave.
Your eyes widened, and you paused, and turned to look at him as he walked closer to you.
“Aaron-“
“I need to know.”
Y-yeah. I meant it. I didn’t mean to say it. And I know that you have-“
His lips crashed against yours while you tried to explain, it was passionate, and just like the one from the confession.
“I love you. I always have, y/n.” He mumbled quietly, hand on your jaw.
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adrienneleclerc · 10 months ago
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Prison For Life
Paring: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader
Summary: Walter Marshall is very protective over his girlfriend, Y/N, despite her knowing how to protect herself.
Warning: non translated Spanish porque luego me da flojera, errors in spelling or grammar because I don’t double check, I guess mentions of violence and sexual harassment
A/N: Based off of Olivia Rodrigo’s unreleased song “Prison For Life” which is most definitely my theme song, can’t lie. Sorry I haven’t been writing much
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Y/N has always been an independent woman, she can perfectly take care of herself. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to protect her.
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
He’s got money, but not too much
Walter Marshall has been a detective for the Minneapolis police department for over 10 years so he makes a decent amount of money. The day he met Y/N is certainly a day he would never forget. He parked his 2022 Chevrolet Silverado 2500 HD in the parking lot of Brits Pub and walked inside. He sat at the counter and waited for the bartender to turn around. When the bartender did, he was greeted by beautiful (your color) doe eyes and a small smile.
“Hola, guapo, I’m Y/N, what can I get ya to drink?” Y/N asked him.
“What do you recommend, love?” Walter asked. Y/N wanted to blush because of his British accent but she remained professional. It was a British pub after all so she shouldn’t really be surprised whenever a Brit comes in.
“Well, you could never go wrong with a classic Corona or a Dos Equis Lager, but that’s just me. You seem like a Heineken guy though.” Y/N said.
“I’ll take a Heineken then.” Walter said with a smile. Y/N smiled back and been to serve Walter Heineken in a frosted glass.
“Here you go. Would you want food or are you just here for the beer?” Y/N asked.
“Could I get a chicken tikka masala?” Walter asked.
“Sure thing, hun.” Y/N said, winking at him.
Half an hour later, Walter was eating his food, drinking his beer, and watching whatever the pub was playing on TV when he spotted Y/N at a table with 3 men (basically that scene in Man of Steel).
“Come on, Doll, have a drink with me, I’ll make it worth your while.” The guy in the green t shirt said.
“I already said no, I’m working. Even if I wasn’t working, the answer would be no. So unless you’re gonna order something else..” Y/N said, making her way to clear the empty beer bottle when she felt the guy grope her ass. Y/N turn and smack his hand away and the guy grabbed her wrist. “Let go.”
“Who’s gonna make me?” The guys said. Before Y/N had the chance to take her butterfly knife out of her apron pocket, she felt someone stand behind her.
“I will.” The deep British voice said. “You heard her, let her go.”
“Who the fuck are you?” The guy asked in an angry tone.
“I’m detective Marshall, so let her go before I arrest you for sexual misconduct and disorderly conduct.” Walter said and the guy let Y/N go while the other bartender working kicked him out. “You okay, Y/N?” Walter asked.
“Yeah, thank you for that. If you hadn’t done that, I would have stabbed him.” Y/N said,
“I Don’t believe that.” Walter said but Y/N pulled out her butterfly knife. “Oh wow, you really would have stabbed him.” Y/N chuckled at his shocked face.
“When you’re a female bartender or a woman in general, self defense is vital.” Y/N said.
“Could never be too careful. How about I buy you a drink.” Walter said.
“I can’t really drink on the job. But my shift ends in 15 minutes if you want to wait. We could go somewhere else.” Y/N said.
“That sounds perfect.” Walter said.
And he calls me “baby girl”
I run my hands through his curls
Walter and Y/N have been officially dating for 2 weeks. This was the first time Y/N spent the night at Walter’s house. She was sound asleep until Walter’s alarm woke them up. Walter shut off his alarm while Y/N covered her face with the comforter. Walter chuckled and pulled down the covers to see Y/N. He kissed her nose.
“Good morning, baby girl.” Walter said. Y/N felt butterflies every time he called her that. Y/N started to play with his curly hair.
“Good morning, guapo. What time is it?” Y/N asked. Walter checked his phone.
“It’s 6:30, love.” Walter said. Y/N groaned.
“You wake up way too early.” Y/N said. Walter got off the bed and put on his boxers.
“Well I get in at 8, I have to shower and everything. But you can rest up, baby girl, I know I tired you out last night.” Walter said, kissing her one last time. But before he left his room, he heard something that made him turn around.
“Or I can join you in your shower.” Y/N offered, batting her eyelashes. Walter groaned.
“You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.” Walter said, before leaning down on the bed to capture her lips, making out a little before lifting her off the bed, having her wrap her legs around his waist, and carrying her to the bathroom where they showered.
And my parents think he’s good and he is, rest assured
He’s anything but sweet if someone comes for me
Walter and Y/N have been dating for 3 months now, Y/N was working in the bar when she got a phone call. She told her coworker, Jason, that she was on break and went to the back room to answer the phone.
“Hello?” Y/N said.
“Hola, amor, como has estado?” Her mom said on the other line.
“Hola mami, estoy bien. Ahorita estoy trabajando, te llamo después, si?”
“Espérate mija, te llamo para decir que tu papá y yo estamos en camino para tu apartamento, nos falta dos, está bien para ti?”
“Mami, para que me visitas?”
“Una mamá ya no puede visitar a su hija o que? Solo quiero saber cómo estás, casi no hablamos. Entonces te veo luego amor, bye.” Her mom hung up and Y/N groaned, calling Walter. He picked up after 3 rings.
“Hey, baby girl, are you excited for our date?” Walter asked
“Hey, querido listen, we need to cancel our date.” Y/N said.
“Why? Are you okay?” Walter asked worriedly.
“No Yeah, everything is fine, but my parents are coming over, I just got off the phone with my mom, so now I need to get my apartment ready, so sorry.” Y/N said.
“Don’t worry, darling, it’s fine, I get it. Talk to you later, bye.” Walter said.
2 hours later, Y/N was in her apartment, she prepared penne vodka, got a bottle of Sangiovese out of the liquor cabinet, set up the dinner table, and out on something somewhat presentable before buzzing up her parents. When there was a knock on her door she opened it but was surprised to see Walter standing outside her door with a bouquet of pink peonies.
“Walter, what are you doing here? I told you my parents are coming over.” Y/N said, pulling him into the apartment.
“Yes, I know, love. But I actually wanted to meet your parents if that’s okay.” Walter said, Y/N was shocked that he actually wanted to meet her parents.
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine, up, take another plate out of the cabinet while I put these in water.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek. Y/N got a vase, filled them with water, and checked to see if the stems were cut diagonally before putting them in the vase and setting them on the kitchen counter. Walter set up his place at the dinner table when the doorbell rang and Y/N buzzed her parents up. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Y/N opened the door to see her parents.
“Hola, mija, como has estado?” Her dad greeted her first, hugging her while entering the apartment.
“Hola papi, hola mami.” Y/N greeted back.
“Y/N, quien es este hombre tan guapo?” Her mom asked and Y/N blushed out of embarrassment.
“Ah mami, él es..”
“Buenas tardes, señora, soy Walter, el novio de su hija.” Walter held out his hand for her mom to shake. All three Latinos shocked at the fact that the handsome gringo can speak Spanish practically perfectly.
“How?” Y/N asked.
“Well i am from England, I learned Spanish in school but ever since I got a gorgeous Latina/Hispanic (whichever you prefer to be called, honestly) girlfriend, I’ve been practicing more.” Walter said.
“I love that. Bueno, ya está la comida, así que les sirvo la pasta y quizás un poquito de vino, si?” Y/N said.
Dinner went quite well and Y/N walked her parents to the lobby to say goodbye properly.
“Es un buen muchacho, Y/N. Se nota que te quiere mucho. Nos vemos luego.” Her mom said as they both left. Y/N got upstairs and saw Walter washing the dishes.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Y/N said.
“I crashed your dinner with your parents, it’s the least I could do.” Walter said.
“Thanks. So you’ve been practicing your Spanish ever since we’ve started dating?” Y/N asked him.
“Pues claro, así puedo decirte que te amo.” Walter said as he took Y/N hands in his. “I love you, Y/N, I really do. It was one of the reasons why I wanted to meet your parents today too.”
“Yo también te amo, Walter.” Y/N said. They kissed.
A week later, Walter and Y/N went to a bar so she could meet his friends/coworkers. Everything was going well until Y/N went to the bar counter to get more drinks for their booth and felt a person grab her ass, what is with people and her ass? She turned around but she already saw Walter pushing the guy away from her.
“What hell is your problem, man?” The guy yelled, clearly drunk.
“My problem is men like you thinking it’s okay to touch my girlfriend, or any woman for that matter, without their consent. I’m a cop so I suggest you leave before I arrest your drunken ass.” Walter threatened and the guy left with a huff. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yes I am, thanks to you.” Y/N said, the bartender flagged her down for the drinks, she thanked him, and walked to the booth with Walter’s arms around her.
I’m a feminist, obviously, but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me
And I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection
I’m just being honest, can’t change what I like, I’ll never forget it, he told me one night
“If anybody hurts you, ha, I’m going to prison for life”
Y/N was at her house, getting ready to go out with Walter, video chatting with her bestie.
“Wait, you’re telling me that you’re in love with this guy? What happened to you being an independent woman and a feminist.” Her friend said.
“I am a feminist, Don’t get me wrong. I still am an independent woman, thank you very much, I pay my bills, but i wouldn’t mind him fighting off any pervs from the fucking bar when I’m working. I’m pretty sure I’d get fired if I actually put my butterfly knife to good use.” Y/N said, doing her makeup
“I mean fair, it’s like you could do it, but you shouldn’t have to.” Her friend said.
“Exactly! Besides, all those romance novels I’ve read made me want like a protective boyfriend, those who say ‘where whatever you want, I can fight’, like a that’s so hot. I think Walter fits that description.” Y/N said, putting the finishing touches of her makeup.
“You certainly got a book boyfriend, I’ll tell you that.” Y/N was going to respond until she got a call from Walter.
“Hey baby girl, I’m downstairs, ready whenever you are.” Walter said.
“I’m coming, bye.” Y/N hung up. “Hey, (friends name), Walter is here, I gotta go.” Y/N said.
“Have fun.” Her friend said and hung up. Y/N got her bag and left the apartment to see Walter standing by his truck with a bouquet of roses in his hand this time.
“Happy 6 months, darling.” W,after said, leaning down to kiss her.
“Happy 6 months. Do I just put these in water and then we can go?” Y/N asked.
“Or you could do that after our date. Come on, I’m positive you’re going to love it.” Walter said. He drove until they made it to a park where there was a picnic table. He got out of the truck to open the door for Y/N and help her out. He went to the back to get out a picnic basket.
“Aw, this is so cute, Walter.” Y/N said, kissing him lightly.
“I’m glad you think so, love, let’s go, our date awaits.” Walter said, leading her to the table, setting everything up.
When they were done, he drove back to her place where she invited him up to have a slice of flan that she has made last night.
“This is delicious, love. You are an amazing cook.” Walter said, kissing her, her lips tasting sweet from the flan.
“Thank you, my mom taught me.” Y/N asked.
“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Walter said,
“Go ahead, ask me.” Y/N said,
“Whats that scar on your hip?” Walter asked. Y/N tenses up a bit but answered him anyway.
“It was after work. This was like a year ago, um, this drunk kept hitting on me, I kept saying no, when I was leaving his table, I felt his hand on my inner thigh, the one day I wear a skirt, right, and I slapped him. The manager kicked him out, my shift ended an hour later, as I was walking to my car, I felt him grab me, I was looking for my knife when I felt him cut me on my hip and I stab his hand. He screamed, I got a bunch of napkins that I kept in my purse to press it against my hip and drove to the hospital. It wasn’t that deep but it did need stitches. So yeah, that’s what happened.” Y/N said, eating another spoonful of flan. Walter took Y/N’s free hand in his, bringing it to his lips, kissing it.
“I Don’t know what to say. I wish I would have met you before, to prevent that from happening.” Walter said.
“Whats done is done, don’t dwell on it, guapo, it’s okay.” Y/N said,
“I’ll just say this, I have fought or threatened any person who has touched you or even looked at you the wrong way.” Walter started and Y/N giggled because it was true. “But I am positive that if anybody hurts you, I’m going to prison for life, I’ll always be there to protect you or fight for you.” Walter said, kissing her.
The End
Hope y’all like it! Should I make a part 2 based off the second verse and the bridge?
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she-wolf09231982 · 10 months ago
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Chapter 2- The Talk
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Summary: You find out your first mission is to Carentan with Easy Company. This will be your first jump with the boys, but there's some who are opposed to your tagging along to which Liebgott defends your honor.
Author's Notes: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFemMedic, Pre D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Aggression, Angst, Mentions of Sex, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, A League of Their Own Crossover Characters & Movie References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish/German/Dutch language with English translation, Smoking, Crying, Banter, Pining, FLUFF (Joe defends reader's honor)
German is identified with (g)
Yiddish is identified with (y)
Dutch is identified with (d)
Story takes place mid-late Episode 1- Currahee
*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of the historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*
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England 
May 1944
Easy Company along with allied British forces locked down the town of Aldbourne. You and the only other two females (two aid station nurses) were finally allotted with a temporary hardened facility (instead of a tent) to yourselves just on the edge of the village. 
You shared this space with Doris Murphy, and Mae Mordabito. They each sat on their own tufted lounge chair in their night gowns, gossiping about some of the officers they found attractive.  
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“Ok, so pick one: Spiers, Winters, or Nixon?” Mae purred in a breathy voice while smoking a cigarette. 
“Ooo that’s a tough one, Mae.” Doris cooed with her heavy Statton Island accent.  
Doris paused to think about it. 
“Come on, Doris, it ain’t that hard.” Mae teased. 
“Oh yeah? Who’d you pick then, Mae?” Doris prodded. 
“Spiers for sure.” Mae replied almost immediately with honey in her voice. 
“Ooooooo!” Doris squealed as they both giggled uncontrollably. 
Their laughter was interrupted by you entering through the door in your linen robe and your hair wrapped in a towel carrying a shower caddie. 
“Well, hello there, Y/N.” Doris welcomed teasingly. 
“Doris.” You greet back with a faint smile. 
“So, how’s Joe?” Mae asked sweetly with a shimmy. 
You directed her a look of annoyance and a grin. You remained quiet, removing your hair from the towel. 
“He walked you to the shower, didn’t he??” Doris squawked with shock. 
Mae tittered biting her red manicured fingernail, waiting for you to admit it. 
You ‘psh-ed’ through your teeth trying to suppress a laugh. 
“Yeah, Doris, Liebgott walked with me to the shower.” You confirmed. 
You never call him Joe in front of them or the other guys. 
“And?” Mae pushed after you fell silent again. 
You turned away slowly from your vanity to face them. They waited with excitement and impatience all over their faces, each on the edge of their seats. 
“And he walked me back here.” You finished with a mischievous smirk. 
They both groaned. 
“He’s been walking you around every night for almost seven months now, honey, what’s the hold up??” Mae asked. 
“He walks with me because it was a direct order, Mae. Winters doesn’t want me walking alone when it’s dark because there are hundreds of ravenous sexually deprived wolves out here waiting for the opportunity to get a Little Red Riding Hood all to themselves.” You explained plainly. 
“I wear red under my uniform all the time.” Mae admitted with a wink after taking a long drag from her cigarette. 
Mae being the more promiscuous kind, didn’t see a problem with hundreds of horny men in the general vicinity. 
“Mae!!” Doris said clutching her chest with a gasp. 
You laughed together as you continued to dry your wet hair. 
“But seriously, though, that man’s got it bad for you, hun.” Mae continued. 
“Yeah, real bad.” Doris emphasized. 
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You roll your eyes. 
“I don’t think so, girls.” You argued. 
“Oh yeah? You ever catch how he looks at you?” Doris challenged. 
“Or how close he gets to you so he could smell your perfume?” Mae added. 
“He does nothing of the sort.” You dismissed. 
Doris and Mae looked at eachother. 
“Ok, deny it all you want, Gams, Joe Liebgott is sweet...on...you!” Mae said booping you gently on the nose after each of the last three words of her sentence. 
You huff then shook your head. 
“Sure, Mae.” You say hoping it’ll end the conversation. 
The three of you get into your respectable beds after Doris dimmed the lamp. 
Silence and darkness filled the room and you almost drifted off to sleep until... 
“AWOOOOOOOOOO!”  
The three of you gasp, sitting straight up frozen from fear.  
You started to hear snickering outside. Specifically, men laughing. You spring out of your bed and throw open the door catching Liebgott, Luz, Perconte, and Malarkey running up the road towards their end of town. 
“LUZ! CONTE! MALARK! LIEB!! GODDAM LEATHERHEADS!!” You yelled out after them, genuinely furious and somewhat embarrassed. 
The four soldiers stopped and turned to wave mockingly back at you, then all howled again. 
You heard Mae and Doris giggle behind you. 
You stood arms crossed staring back at the guys stunned by their immaturity. 
You and Liebgott locked eyes. His playful smirk appearing across his face. You pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows shaking your head at him. He brought his fingertips to his lips blowing you a kiss, and winking as he turned on his heel with Malarkey pulling on his sleeve. 
“They must’ve been listening to us.” Doris pointed out. 
“If I’d have known that I would’ve had a thing or two to say about Luz.” Mae declared with a sultry smile. 
You released an irritated breath, shook your head while slamming the rickety door. 
“Idiots.” You whispered to yourself. 
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You left the town’s only serviceable cafe with a thermos of coffee and made your way towards the makeshift medical unit to start your day. You see Easy Company gathering in the field nearest to your workstation preparing for convoy exercises. Liebgott and Perconte ran over to chat with you. 
“Hey! Sleep good last night, Gams?” Joe snickered. 
You roll your eyes at him. 
“Hey, why does Mae call you ‘Gams’ anyway?” Perconte asked genuinely clueless. 
You and Joe looked at him perplexed. 
“Really, Frank? Gams? Because Y/N’s got legs for days, you dunce.” Joe explained. 
Perconte just nodded releasing an ‘ahhhh’ after it all came together in his head.  
“And how would you know I have long gams, Lieb?” You interrogated crossing your arms. 
Joe looked at you alarmed at first but recovered quickly.  
“I can tell just by lookin’ at’chya.” He declared flirtatiously. 
“Frank! Joe! Get over here!” 
Lipton called Perconte and Liebgott back from across the field. 
“See ya later, doll, gotta go.” Joe said quickly before rushing off. 
You watch them run off until Mae’s voice breaks your focus. 
“See? Told ya.” Mae gloated. 
You looked at her and began to protest but she winked at you and waved you off before you could get a word in.
You growled lowly to yourself in frustration and proceeded to med storage to start inventory with Doc. 
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June 1944
You and Doc were instructed to attend a briefing with Easy Company. You sat in the rear with Doc while Captain Lewis Nixon spoke from a platform, referencing a map on easel. 
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"Sainte-Marie-du-Monte. Causeway number one. Causeway number two. The ultimate field problem. The estuary of the Douve River divides two beaches, code name Utah, here and Omaha, here. Seaborne Infantry will hit these beaches in force at a date and time to be specified."
Nixon proceeded after stepping down from the stage.
"H-Hour, D-Day. Airborne's objective, gentlemen, is to take the town of Carentan or Carentan, thus linking Utah and Omaha into a single continuous beachhead."
Lieutenant Meehan addressed all the companies from the platform, briefing the operation order of when and where to engage the focus targets which was a German garrison just beyond the Atlantic Wall where the troops were to drop 5 hours before the 4th Infantry lands on Utah.
“-Easy Company will destroy that garrison. Each trooper will learn this operation by heart and know {their} and every other outfit's mission to the detail." Meehan scanned the crowd making sure he still had everyone's attention before continuing.
"We’ll be having the best members of the wound care unit accompanying us as our designated field medics. Corporals Roe and Y/L/N. This will be L/N’s first jump with us, so keep an eye out for her, gents.” Meehan added with a fatherly expectant gaze across the crowd before him."
"You’re all released for the day. Police your gear, make sure you have what you need and ready to load up by 0700. Get outta here.” Nixon dismissed. 
The men all rose from their seats and began filing out of the briefing area. 
“Well, that was cheerful.” Luz voiced out loud to Perconte. 
“What really grinds my gears is we got princess to babysit.” Guarnere bleated. 
“Jeezuz Christ, Guarnere, give it a rest, will ya?” Luz barked. 
“You know what your problem is? Your pride is still dented. She put you in your place in front of everyone with some politically correct facts about your bloodline. You just wanna give her shit every chance you get.” Corporal David Webster interjected. 
“You can shut your mouth, Web.” Guarnere sneered. 
“Hey, Guarnere, shut the fuck up.” Liebgott snapped. 
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“Hey, Joe, why don’t you shut the hell up. I wasn’t talkin’ to ya! Just because you wanna bed her don’t mean I gotta be nice to her.” Guarnere spit back. 
Liebgott grabbed Guarnere by the shoulder, swinging him around, grappling him by the front of his uniform. 
“You watch what you say about her.” Liebgott hissed at him. 
Guarnere shoved Liebgott off him. 
“Get your hands off me. And tell your girl that if she sees me in the field bleeding out, to keep her Mick-Deigo hands off me too. I’d rather die. Fuck the bote’of’ ya’s.” (The both of you) Guarnere snarled back, spitting at Joe’s feet before walking away. 
Liebgott stared him down, chest heaving, until he disappeared around the corner. 
“Let it go, Joe.” Bull said patting his shoulder a couple of times. 
Liebgott glanced to the side barely catching you scurrying away towards your barracks. 
“Pretty sure she heard all that.” Bull added. 
“Yeah...I’ll go talk to her.” Liebgott said almost as a growl. 
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You sat in a rocking chair that one of the locals left behind in your sleeping quarters. Wrapped in one of the olive drab wool blankets that was standard issue for soldiers. You rocked back and forth gently, lost in the flame of your oil lamp until you heard a knock on the door. 
“Who is it?” You call out. 
“It’s Joe, Y/N.” Liebgott replied. 
“It’s not even time for chow yet.” You responded as you checked your watch. 
“I came here to talk, Y/N.” Liebgott clarified. 
You exhaled loudly as you walked to the door and opened it. You found Joe leaning with his forearm against the trim of the doorway. Your heart danced a little as he looked at you through hooded lids. 
Your breath hitched before you composed yourself. 
“Talk about what?” You queried. 
Joe slowly straightened up rocking back on his heels as he slipped his hands into his front pockets. 
“About what happened back there.” He specified as he gestured with his head behind him. 
“What’s to talk about? It don’t bother me.” You asserted in the most convincing voice you could muster. 
Liebgott chuckled as he looked down at his boots then looked back at you. 
“You ain’t foolin’ nobody, sweetheart.” He stated. 
You looked off to the side avoiding eye contact with him. 
“Can... I... come in?” He dared to ask.  
You look at him appalled, grabbing the front of your robe. 
“Excuse me?” You asked as you narrowed your eyes at him. 
He laughed almost nervously. 
“Look, I just thought it would be better to talk in private. Don’t worry, I won’t try anything fresh, ok? I swear.” He promised placing a hand over his heart. 
The wheels in your head were working overtime. It must have shown on your face because Liebgott felt the need to be more reassuring.  
“Nobody will see me come in or out. There’s nobody around right now anyway.” He pointed out stepping aside presenting the view behind him. You look beyond him and scan the area. He was absolutely right. It was a ghost town because it was getting dark. You look at him suspiciously. 
“Fine.” You say curtly. 
You step aside and let him pass through. 
You secured the door behind you. He put his hands back in his pockets and started surveying the room. 
“This is actually kinda nice.” He admitted with a nod. 
“It serves its purpose.” You reply simply. 
 Liebgott sat on one of the tufted lounge chairs across from your vanity where you sat facing him. He rested each elbow onto each of his knees with his fingers interlock between, preparing himself to speak. You sat across from him, sitting with perfect posture and legs crossed and hands folded on your lap still avoiding eye contact. 
“Jesus, will you relax?” Joe finally urged. “You look like I’m about to yell at you or something.” He added. 
“I’m just waiting for you to talk. You said we should talk, not me.” You reminded. 
He sat up and huffed while rolling his eyes.  
“Ok fine. Du bist azoy ekshn (y) (You are so stubborn.)” Joe said under his breath in Yiddish. 
“Ruf mikh nisht ekshnus (y) (Do not call me stubborn).” You shot back. 
Liebgott looked at you baffled. He wasn’t sure if he actually heard what he heard. 
“You...you speak Yiddish?” He managed to ask. 
“Und Deutsch (g)(And German).” You added. 
He just stared at you, eyes wide and utterly at loss for words.  
“En Nederlands. (d)(And Dutch).” You continued. 
The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile. 
“That’s...that’s really something. You’re one up on me with Dutch.” He accredited. 
“Well, that’s one of the other reasons I was assigned to Easy Company.” You revealed. 
“Makes sense.” He summed up. 
You took a deep breath to reset your patience.  
“So, before you called me stubborn, you had something you wanted to discuss?” You prompted. 
“Um, yeah. About what Guarnere said. I know you heard.” He expressed. 
“Ok. So?” You reply briskly. 
“So, I know it probably upset you. Bull even noticed. I wanted to make sure what he said didn’t bring you down too much.” Joe explained. 
You walked back to your rocking chair, tucked your knees up to your chest as you rewrapped yourself in the wool blanket. You buried your face in your ‘cocoon.’ Joe got up and squatted next to you, placing one hand on your exposed foot from under the blanket, the other on the armrest of the chair to steady it from rocking. 
“Y/N?” He said softly, his head tilted so he could look into your eyes if you happened to look up. 
You cautiously lifted your head from hiding, only to meet his concerned gaze. Tears had welled up in your eyes, but not from hurt pride or sadness. These were tears of anger and confusion. 
“I just don’t understand...” You began. Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from choking down your tears, and it hurt your throat to speak anymore. Joe waited silently, just letting you vent. The hand he had on your foot gently squeezed and released in an attempt to sooth your frustration. 
“Just because I’m a woman? Because I’m from Chicago? Or that I’m Italian and Irish?” Your words stumble out, as the tears start to flow staining wet streaks down your cheeks.  
Joe was steadfast and quiet, hanging on your every angered word. 
“I feel like nobody takes me seriously, Joe.” You finally make eye contact with him as you sniffle.  “A woman can’t be their own entity in a man’s world without being someone’s ‘girl.’ Like I can’t possibly do anything on my own because I’m a female and in the Army working alongside men.” You concluded your rant by resting your chin on your knee, staring out into the room lost in your own thoughts. 
Joe shifted closer to you. 
“You know that’s not true, right?” He whispered to you, almost in your ear. 
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“What isn’t?” You asked. 
“That nobody takes you seriously. The guys, well, they like ya. Except Guarnere, of course, but nobody listens to him.” You both chuckle together. 
You dried some of the tears with your blanket. 
“Anyway, what I’m trying to get at here, is that we respect you for what you do for us and glad to have you on our side. Woman or man, you’ve shown us you won’t take anyone’s shit and that we can depend on you to have our backs out there. And I’ll always have yours.” He reassured you. 
You looked at him surprised after catching that last part. 
“I mean, we’ll always have your back.” He tried correcting himself as he leaned back to put a little space between the two of you since he was close enough to your face he could’ve practically kissed you. For a split second, you almost thought he was going to. 
You decided to let his little unprecedented confession slide so you wouldn’t embarrass him or yourself. 
“Thanks, Joe.” you said fondly with a weak smile. 
“Anytime, Gams.” He said teasingly.  
You exchange a smile. 
The door suddenly swung open as Mae and Doris crashed through the threshold. They froze when they saw you and Liebgott next to eachother in the corner of the room. An impish grin spread across Mae’s face as her eyes flitted back and forth between you and him. 
“Hey, Joe, whaddya know?” Mae asked in her playful kittenish tone. 
Doris shamelessly laughed, enjoying the torture you were enduring. 
Joe stood up progressively, then faced her. 
“Hey, ‘All the way Mae’ whaddya say?” He puffed his chest out triumphantly, quite proud of his comeback.  
You hiccupped from shock, covering your mouth to suppress your laugh. You stood up placing a hand on Liebgott’s shoulder gently pushing him towards the door. 
“Thanks for the pep talk, Liebgott. I’ll see you later.” He looked over his shoulder at you. 
“I’ll be back at 1830.” He told you before striding to the door. Mae and Doris were coyishly smiling as he passed them. When the door closed behind him the floodgates opened. 
“Y/N!!” Doris shrieked. 
“Spill the beans, honey! How was he??” Mae asked implying you had sex with Liebgott. 
You could tell the anticipation was killing them. You looked back and forth between both of them, almost considering going along with the ruse that you had slept with Joe, but decided against it because Doris and Mae would tell everyone they knew about it. 
“You two are ridiculous.” You finally said. 
“Awww, so no details??” Doris asked disappointed. 
“Doris, don’t you get it? It means she didn’t screw him.” Mae explained rolling her eyes walking away annoyed and disinterested. 
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upslapmeal · 4 months ago
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Rogue
Hey did you know this episode is going to be a bit Bridgerton? Not sure if the trailers ever mentioned it
gotta love an ep that starts with a bit of murder
just realised this is only the second non-RTD ep
I guess a shorter series means fewer eps for other writers :/
Fifteen and Ruby looking excellent!
‘try not to get engaged’ yeah you’d know about that wouldn’t you Doc. don't go giving anyone cocoa
‘does not-a-lord have a name?��� getting the Ken accent out
lmao they’re even doing the Bridgeton thing of playing covers of pop songs
surely going to send the Doctor Who Is A TV Show theorists wild
as well as Susan Twist being ‘just an actor playing several roles’
(RTD you absolute liar)
I haven't really been following the theory other than being vaguely aware of its existence but can you imagine if 'it's the only actor we could get' ended up as the in-universe explanation for her
‘you travel in a shed? why isn’t it cloaked’ get rekt
getting sad Captain Jack vibes
‘my name’s bond. molecular bond’
‘was that a wee smile from the most serious man in history?’ och aye
all the doctors!!!
shalka doctor???
‘come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination’ Ncuti said he wanted to be Wonka or the Doctor!!
Fifteen: we've both lost everyone we've loved. hot.
Doctor bit of advice. your sad comments about losing everyone are slightly undercut by going :DD that's my best friend!! when asked about the person you're with lol
('I lost everyone. everyone I travelled with. ok the last one I just kinda told to go away because I was changing my face but yeah)
you know given that the jukebox is literally the only bit of furniture Fifteen has it would be nice if it was used like……ever
‘we can’t kill it so we’ll send it to a random barren dimension to die a slow isolated death!’ good old Doctor logic
‘tv signals beam out across the stars’ ok I genuinely have only come across the tv theory in passing but 👀
it is…interesting that they’ve gone for a kinda Bridgerton-style casting after last week’s ep…
if the chuldur had been wearing the duchess longer I’d have imagined it was engineered to look like Bridgerton but that’s not the case
Cameca in the distance like oh no not again
‘start wars with anyone who doesn’t look British!’ tbh I think they were managing that without the chuldur
oh no… Emily is going to be one of them isn’t she
that explains her just explaining social rules to Ruby earlier instead of being surprised she was even asking! that struck me as odd but I thought it was just the writing being a bit clunky
RUBY NO!!!
oh Doctor :( jinxed when you made that promise to keep her safe
‘your…birdiness’
wait wait oh no
ruby’s going to be pretending isn’t she
it’s why she’s the only one who still looks human
it'll have been interference from the earrings or something
yesss it was the earrings!
oh Ruby so willing to go :(
Doctor now is not the time for smooching!!!
well. that was a simpler fix than I expected
Fifteen: I’m fine!!!! ((((:
gotta love a big ol' hug
Fun! Silly! What other tv show could have serious thread villains with bird faces talking about cosplaying the world to death. Excellent. (In honesty not as good as the last few eps but enjoyably ridiculous with a decent dollop of heart)
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arminsumi · 1 year ago
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Cheap Wine
Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪
You've been assigned to assassinate Armin Arlert.
And coincidentally, he's been assigned to assassinate you.
⚠️Cws; sexual content, ur both assassins, mentions murder, guns, violence
Genres; comedy
Notes; gn!reader, modern au
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There is a red dial-up phone next to you. It rings, and you pluck it up and put it to your ear, like you've been waiting all day for this call.
"Who?" You ask.
"Number fourteen."
You set your coffee down and pull out your special little book. Your eyes run down the numbers until they stop at;
14. Armin Arlert
You furrow your brows at the attached polaroid of the man. He seems familiar.
"Alright." You confirm, and hang up the phone.
You drain the rest of your black coffee down your throat and head out into to get some midnight necessities from the convenience store.
It's been weeks since Armin was assigned to assassinate you now; he's already tracked down your apartment and observed your day-to-day life from the comforts of his Cadillac.
When you go out into the street, Armin cranes his neck over the newspaper, and folds it away lazily.
"Alright, time to work." He thinks to himself.
He loads up his revolver – he's pretty old-fashioned, like you, you'd really get along with him actually – and stows it in the back of his jeans.
When you emerge from the convenience store, swishing around a plastic bag and gripping the neck of a cheap wine bottle, Armin follows you into the alleyway very smoothly.
He lets out a sigh, draws his gun to the back of your head.
The moment building up to him squeezing the trigger is very intense, but guess what?
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His gun is jammed.
You look behind you very nonchalantly, blinking curiously at the blond behind you; he's got blue jeans and a leather jacket. He looks familiar, doesn't he?
"Sorry, I think it's jammed. One second." He sighs, struggling with his gun.
"Armin?" You squint at him in the pale light.
There is a electrical buzzing noise somewhere, and the roar of city life coming from the street not far away.
"Yep. That's me." He furrows his brows at his gun.
You don't know if you should laugh or run or draw your own gun.
"You're pretty young to be in this business." You comment, casually drawing your gun.
He nods, "Yeah, so are you." then he looks up and sees the gun pointed at him, "Ah, damn. Now why didn't I think of that? Would sure be convenient to have one of those." He clicks his tongue sarcastically.
This shouldn't be funny. Are the both of you mad?
You let out a great sigh. "I got assigned you just today. How long have you had to prepare for this?"
"A few weeks."
"And the cause of failure in your plan was... a jammed gun? I love that." You smile, lowering your gun. "I'm gonna be honest with you, Armin, I'm not really interested in killing you."
"Oh, excellent, I'm glad." He replies in his soft British accent.
A moment of tense silence passes. Armin lunges to try and restrain you and make up for his jammed gun. Your own is knocked to the ground.
You struggle against him and grunt, rolling around on the cold, cracked cement alley floor.
The both of you get a bit bloodied and bruised, I mean, it is a fistfight, that's generally what happens.
He pulls out a switchblade and you consider it game over. But he hesitates and looks at you for a long while.
He's on top of you, staring right down into your soul, blood dripping off his chin. You're both panting, your breaths visible in the night air.
There's the sounds of busses sighing as they break at stoplights, and incessant hooting like it's New York City.
"I will admit," You huff, "The idea of being murdered in a dark alleyway is a bit cheesy."
"You're right. Sorry. I should reschedule and replan this."
"I think so." You agree.
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You invited him back home for some wine.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"For almost murdering you."
"It's okay, it happens."
He laughs.
A moment of silence passes. He presses his lips to the wine glass. He hesitates, eyes the rim suspiciously, then pulls the glass away, and sets it down again.
The both of you share an awfully comedic stare.
"Poison isn't really my thing." You try to reassure him, but then you realize how bizarre anything you say sounds right now.
"Yeah, I never really got into poisoning, either." He leans back on the sofa.
The two of you share another moment of silence.
"I've been wanting to retire for some time." You explain seriously.
"I can't imagine why, it's really the dream job." Armin chuckled.
He's drinking up your beauty, and you're drinking up his accent.
The two of you end up having a good conversation. You and him emptied the bottle of cheap wine together.
"I'm surprised." You say after some time.
"Hm?"
"We have a lot in common. And, sorry if this is straightforward, but we have great chemistry." You say.
Armin looks at you, his mind digesting what you said. His eyes are an entrancing blue.
You think to yourself; he's more good-looking in real life than in pictures. And he's thinking the same.
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Your red bra and lacey panties were strewn across your apartment floor, along with his jeans and leather jacket.
The two of you pant after coming down from your high.
It seemed that the two of you had a little more than just great chemistry going on between each other.
"Right then," Armin breaks the silence. No lights are on. He raises himself and sits on the edge of your bed, bare body looking like a Greek sculpture in the pale moonlight. "See you next time we try kill each other again."
"Mhm." You hum. "Hope your gun doesn't jam next time."
"Thanks, I hope you choose a more expensive wine next time."
You look at him from your bed. He's already hopping into his jeans. He's facing his toned back to you. Just a few moments ago, that physique was rocking against yours, sweating and panting and moaning.
"See you, Armin."
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redfoxwritesstuff · 10 months ago
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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 4
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Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: drinking AN: Bonus chapter- It's cold AF in most of the USA right now. We deserve a bonus posting this week. I know I do, my toes are still cold from changing the Bunny's water for the 3rd time today. Chapter 3, Masterlist, Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4
They walked as the city woke up slowly around them. Most of the buzz was from new arrivals, not yet having had the chance to drink too much or stay out too late. 
“There’s a shoe store,” Tom pointed to the shop up ahead. “Do you want to get some better shoes? I can’t imagine your feet are comfortable in those heels.”
He was right, the heels were far from comfortable. She had been trying not to show the discomfort though it seemed that she hadn’t been successful. “Oh no, it’s fine. The Tram isn’t far ahead and then it’ll be a little bit of a walk.” 
“Why are you lying to me?” The cheer that seemed to be near always present in his voice was gone. It seemed to disappear whenever the topics turned more serious. 
“I’m not?” It was useless to lie but she tried anyway. 
He grabbed her elbow and pulled her to the side of the walkway. His grip was strong but not so much so as to hurt her. Facing him, she felt ashamed for the lie.
His blue eyes were earnest and caring. Again and again he insisted he wanted nothing but to help her, to be there for her, to know her and yet she lied about her sore feet. 
“You’re limping.” 
“It’s fine-”
“Why do you not want to get some more comfortable shoes?” Why did he have to care so much about her? “If we’re going to do this we have to talk to each other. We have to be honest with each other.”
“I don’t need new shoes. I have shoes-”
“Talk to me.” He was pleading with her as his grip on her arm turned slack.
“Look, I just- It’s not in the budget.”
“I’ll get it.” Tom offered as if it was nothing. Hell, to him it probably was nothing. 
“I don’t want to take from you. I- everyone is going to think I married you for money or to use you or something. Fuck, for all I know I did but…” 
“But what? I’m offering. Your feet hurt. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. You need shoes. I can afford shoes. Simple mathematics.
She felt terrible for allowing him to buy her new shoes on top of the clothes and breakfast. Whenever she had mentioned it, he would just remind her that he was her husband for now. He would say that it didn’t matter because of that but she wasn’t so sure about it.
“So, where do you live?” She knew he was British but there wasn’t a lot she knew otherwise about him. It seemed to her that British People tended to spread out and settle all over the world, making their accent and nationality little use in telling where someone actually lived. “You know I’m a local so I guess I should know that about you too.”
“London, England. I travel a lot for work though. I’ve spent most of the year in America for filming, going here and there as needed.” 
“When do you go back?” They walked by women wearing nothing but a thong and stickers on their nipples. The city was warming up and coming to life but the man walking beside her didn’t offer them so much as a glance. 
“I’ve got a ticket a week out to go back home.”
“What happens then?” She couldn’t make sense of how they were going to give this marriage a chance. Was there any point when they were strangers and he lived halfway around the world.
“We’ll figure that out when it comes. I can move the ticket or maybe you can come with me.”
“Maybe we’ll need a break from each other too.” Mia wasn’t sure if she was joking or not.
“Do you need to head home?” Tom asked, glancing at his watch. 
Mia sighed. Going home was something she did need to do but it wasn’t something she wanted to do. “Probably, yeah.” 
“Do you have a car?” He was well aware that it was the norm in America to have cars but with her hesitation to spend the money on shoes, he wasn’t sure if it was something he should assume.
“Yeah, the employee parking is just around here.” She gestured toward a large building tucked away behind the resort they had met in. “What will you do?”
“Would I be too forward if I asked to go with you?” 
“Oh,”
“I- we have so much to work out still but if we stay separate, especially this soon, I don’t it’ll help us get to know each other.”
“You want to stay with me?” Questions raced through her mind. Risks were calculated and weighed and she didn’t have enough time. 
“I’ll sleep on the couch if you’d rather and I can be out when you’ve got engagements to attend to.”
“Work- normal people call it work.” He chuckled and she hated how she liked the sound. 
“I can busy myself outside of your home while you’re working if you’d rather.”
There was no way he would want to stay in her apartment. It was small and cramped and he was a goddamn actor of enough note to have Ashley swearing. “We’ll see.” 
“I’ll take it.” Reaching out, he grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it softly. Her face grew warm at the small affection. Until now, they hadn’t touched each other since they woke up. “I’ll go get checked out and grab my bag. We’ll meet out front?”
“Okay.”
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“Mia Maria!” Michelle called for her as soon as she stepped into the employee locker room. “You’re not supposed to be in today?”
“Thanks, I didn’t want to see you today either.” Mia teased. Michelle had long been a good friend and trusted coworker. “Stayed on the strip last night.” 
“AC not fixed still?”
“They said it’ll be fixed by noon.” Mia unlocked her small locker and grabbed her keys and purse. Tom had found her Driver’s License and debit card in his wallet but everything else she left safe in her locker. Of the things she wanted to experience in life, losing her purse on the Strip was not high on the list. It was better to have a few cards in her pocket and leave everything else locked up safe and sound. If only she knew where her clothes had ended up.
“Sal stay with Ashley last night?” 
“Yeah. They’re having a day together while I get my shit figured out.”
“Must be some shit- You look stressed.”
“You wouldn’t believe it.” Mia said as she closed her locker. “We’ll take later.”
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Was it silly to feel insecure about her car? It was nice enough for normal people but for him? Who knows. He didn’t appear to be stuck up or worried about appearances. On the other hand, he had designer suits in his closet for a casual trip to Las Vegas.
The ringing of the phone on the speakers cut off her thoughts as she answered. “I’m just walking out the doors.”
“I see you.” For better or worse. “I’m two cars back. Red SUV.”
Long legs made quick work of the distance. As soon as the door unlocked, he pulled open the hatchback. The suitcases were large but he didn’t have many. He was a light traveler which was good- there wasn’t a lot of space in her apartment. 
“Are you sure about this?” Mia asked as he slipped into the passenger seat.
“Sure, what better way to get to know you than to get to know your life?” He adjusted the seat back, making room for his legs. “How far is it?”
“About thirty minutes.” Mia sighed. “It’ll go fast, we just have to get off the strip first.” 
“You drive half an hour into work and back?” 
“Every day. Well, five days a week at least. I avoid the strip like the plague most of the time otherwise.” 
“Have you always lived here?” He was looking out the window, watching the heart of Las Vegas quickly give way to what could be mistaken as any other city. So many people never saw Las Vegas as anything more than the glittering lights and cacophony of noise in a handful of miles. 
“Yep, born and breed here. What about you?” She needed to get to know him. He seemed safe enough, kind but there was so much unknown about the man she was bringing into her home. Their home. 
“Spent most of my life around London when I’m not traveling.”
“You travel a lot?” The city gave way to highway traffic and wide open spaces. Neighborhoods and small town centers spread out around them, crashing into each other as she technically left Las Vegas without ever leaving a city.
“More than I’d like sometimes.” 
“I thought all actors thrived on travel.” A horn blared behind her as she changed lanes. They wouldn’t have gotten cut off if they were going the speed limit but who was she to tell someone how to drive.
“At times,” He admitted. “But I’ve always been a bit of a homebody. The stage is my passion though I enjoy film well enough. It’s nothing compared to a live show. Are you close to your family?” 
Silence ticked on for a few moments before she answered, “I don’t have much family. It’s just Ashley for the most part.” She needed to tell him. “You?”
“Fairly. I’ve got two sisters, nieces and nephews. I’m close with my parents, though they’ve divorced. They did their best to give us the best they could.”
“Must be nice.” She mumbled under her breath.
“I didn’t catch that, I’m sorry?” 
The exit was coming up quickly and she was running out of time. “Why are you single?” 
It was a dumb question. He wouldn’t just come out and say ‘well you see, I’m a terrible man’ or ‘I tend to be quick to anger’ or ‘I’m not safe’ or ‘I hate kids and pets’.
“I’m not anymore, technically.” he chuckled as she shot a annoyed glance his way. “I know, not what you mean. I’d been with a woman for a while but when my career shot forward; There was a lot of eyes on me, a lot of interest in me from fans. Many of them woman and she wasn’t comfortable with that. We’d gone our own ways a bit ago, some months now. She found someone else, they got married. Turns out I wasn’t so hard to move on from.”
“That sucks.” She wasn’t sure what to say. The idea of being the target of media or fans in a negative way hadn’t occurred to her but she was well versed in the sting that was somehow being easy to leave behind.
He cleared his throat, “What about you?” 
“I was with a guy for a while right out of school. Then he decided he liked a stripper better. Can’t blame him too much, she was pretty. But he left our whole life behind. I thought we were going to get married and be a family but, oh well.”
“It doesn't matter how pretty she was, he shouldn’t have gone around on you with another woman.” 
“If you say so.” She laughed, taking her hand from the wheel and pulling strands of hair behind her ear and out of her face. Before she had a chance to replace it, he enveloped it in his. 
“I swear to you, for so long as we are doing this together, I will be loyal to you. It doesn’t matter how pretty anyone else is, I will only have eyes for you.”
“You can’t promise that.” Do not get you hopes up, she told herself. He held her hand in his. His hand was large, much larger than hers, soft, warm and begging her to believe him.
It felt weird to be touched by him. It felt even weirder as he placed a soft chase kiss to the back of her hand. 
“I am.” 
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They laughed as they exited the bar. It was a small but fancier than she had ever thought she would drink at. It hadn’t mattered, though; he had been buying her drinks.
“Oh, look!” She gushed as a mass of white caught her eyes. 
“What’s that?” He draped his arm around her shoulders and it felt warm. It felt comfortable.
“A wedding party.” The bride and groom were perfectly styled. The white dress was fairytale poofy and flowed as she moved down the steps. “I always love stumbling on a random wedding here.” 
“People really do just get married here?” Tom mused, his words slurring some.
“Yeah. The clerks office is open late and the paperwork is quick. You can rent dresses and shit.”
“Do you want to get married?” 
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ll-bowman · 11 months ago
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Thalassophile Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Masterlist
WC:1.7k
CW: feelings of being an outcast, feminine descriptions, boats and deep sea imagery, horrendous flirting
Every few weeks you sail back to a nearby island to restock and try to socialise with more things besides orca vocalisations. The sky is cloudy and the cold wind rushes onto your cheeks making them feel numb and prickly. The seagulls mew as the sound of ships loading and unloading their catch and loading other goods is abundant. The wood dock transitions onto grey cement that leads towards the bustling port town. 
A few locals smile at you and you smile back, a slow familiarity building from your routine stays in town. When you make your way up to the checkout after getting your usual groceries you see the warm smile of an older lady that is always kind to you when you come in.
“Hello dearie, back on land for a few days?” She smiles, her skin creasing along her mouth as she moves your items along as you put them in your bags.
“Yep, I need some interaction that isn’t books and whale sounds.” You laugh politely 
“Maybe you’ll find yourself a companion.” She says laughing as she hands your receipt.
“Maybe, has to love the sea just as much as I do.” 
Her lips quirk up, a look of mischievous glee evident. “Those strong dock workers like the sea quite a lot dearie, look good too.” You smile and give a nod before taking your groceries and leaving.
 As you walk towards your boat to drop off your goods, what Ms.Goodfry mentioned pops into your head. Making your head turn as you watch the crews of various ships now winding down as the sky turns dark. Groups of men and women walking into town to have a drink after a long day.
Your heart aches a bit at the sight. Wishing you had the ability to create those bonds, feel like you fit with other people and not just critters in the ocean. Adjusting your bag you clear your throat and walk back to the boat. Putting your canned goods and produce away as you tidy the cabin up. Deciding to at least be around others you pack your sketchbook and head to the pub in town. Even if you couldn’t have those connections for yourself you could fake it by observing. 
 The pub is bustling for a friday night, which is to be expected you suppose. The air is thick with laughter and the clinking of dishes. The interior is full of stained wood accents and warm light. You walk to the bar island, sitting on a chair you pull your sketchbook and pens out while you wait to order. 
  The time passes quickly as you trace the pencil lines and add shading to the scientific sketches. 
 Eventually a man behind the high top comes across from you, wiping his hands on a towel. He's tall and broad shouldered, shirt hugging his chest with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Arms covered in blonde hair and veins tensing as he moves about. Sunned skin with mutton chops decorate his face. Even just looking at him makes you feel warm and intensely aware of your body.
“Ello Luv, what can I get for yeh?” He asks, voice a deep British accent. It makes you shiver.
“Oh um can I just get whatever is on tap and do you guys have food here?”
He smiles and reaches down, grabbing a laminated menu and handing it to you. While you take a look at the menu he begins filling a tall glass with the dark foamy liquid. Your eyes skirt across the options and decide on what you want. Gods know you haven’t had one in a while. Can’t exactly make a good burger out at sea.
“Finding anythin to yer liking?” His baritone voice questions.
“Hmm yeah can I get the house burger and fries?” 
“Of course, that one's really good, ere's your beer.” 
You take it from his hand,fingertips lightly touching as you do. You suddenly feel intensely cold, like someone opened a window or a door. Goosebumps and hair standing up on your arms. Before you can look around to see if someone did let in a chill, it's gone. You feel normal again. Weird
You look up at the bartender, his eyes are curious and he looks down at your arms, now covered in goosebumps. 
“You alright there, Dove?” 
“Oh um yeah just felt like there was a breeze or something.” You smile politely as you take a sip of your beer. It's odd you've never had so many terms of endearment let alone from someone you just met. Maybe that's just how he is.
His eyes search yours before offering a small smile back.
“Names John by the way, are yah new to town or just visiting?”
That's a nice name.
“A bit of both I'd suppose. I live out on the water most of the time, marine biology keeps me busy. I come back every couple weeks to spend some time around others.” You say, more relaxed in his presence.
“A real sea lady then? What's your speciality?” He asks, eyes warm and kind.
The question gives you a bit of a start. No one has asked about your interests since college and even then it was from others in your field. Your shoulders ease down a feeling of relaxation that you haven't felt around many others overtakes your nerves.
You talk for a while, time slipping like sand through your fingers. Your food comes and between other customers John comes by many times, checking in. You talk about your work, where you grew up. He tells you he used to be in the British Air Service until he got honourably discharged due to some kind of injury. The food is incredible, truly something that warms you and admittedly makes you want to just bottle that feeling up. But you think the best part is watching John, his frame moving quickly from person to person. His hearty laugh rings out when a patron he knows says something. It seems he’s relatively close with the other workers as well, a collection of certainly different men working beside him in the busy location. As you finish your beer you think to yourself, Maybe I could have something here, something besides the ocean.
The pub is still incredibly busy as you gather your things. A part of you wishes you hadn’t already paid so you could say goodbye to John without seeming odd. You idle there for what feels like minutes, rocking from foot to foot, hand clenched on your bag. You decide he must be busy and you’ll come in another time. You sigh a little resided but still very content from talking for so long with him. The cold chill fills your bones once again as you step outside the warm interior of the pub. It’s peaceful here, the streets are full of warm streetlights and lit windows in family homes. It feels like you could make a home here, enough moving around from job to job. Your daydreaming is interrupted by someone calling your name from behind you. You turn around seeing John lightly jogging towards you.You smile and walk towards him before he closes the space between you. 
“Luv you forgot this.” He says raising his hand out to you. You look down to see your sketchbook in his large hand. Damn is he just large everywhere?
“Oh jeez I can’t believe I left that!” You exclaim while taking the book gently from his hand. 
His smile is big, cheeks bunched under his beard and eyes crinkled at the edges, hands tucked into his jean pockets. You feel shy under his gaze, like when you had a crush on an older boy in school. Even if you’re now in your 30s.
Your body feels warm, in contrast to the chilly night air. Truly it feels like you’re still inside the pub. Cheeks now feel like they’re burning up.
“Thank you for coming after me, you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve come in the morning to pick it up.”
“It’s no problem, we aren’t open til later in the day and I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Even in the dim light his eyes are warm, gentle. Like a warm spot you find in the cold ocean.
“I didn’t want to take up your time, Fridays are busy.” Lie, you wanted to spend forever talking to him.
A silence consumes the air, the distant sound of laughing from distant parties making their way home is the only thing that breaks the stillness between you. It isn’t awkward in the slightest, it's like you don’t need words. You hope he feels what you feel. The anxious excitement in the back of your throat begging to come up and show how much you already like him.
You clear your throat. “Thank you for speaking and keeping me company John. I really appreciate it.”
“It was my pleasure, dove. To be able to talk with such an intelligent beautiful woman was an honour.” He says while reaching a hand to your face. Skating a warm palm against your cheek, taking his finger and sweeping a loose hair strand behind your ear. The action makes you swoon like a teen and you swear your heart misses a beat.
“Could I walk you home?” His hand retreating as he tilts his head in question.
“Only if you don’t mind.” And with that you turn together and walk to the dock, to your anchored boat to say farewell.
You stand next to the cabin door and smile softly at John, cheeks flushed and warm. 
“I’m off tomorrow night, would you like to go out for dinner with me?” Your heart freezes then restarts again
You feel like you can’t speak for what feels like minutes but what is only a few seconds.
“I would love that, John.” You laugh nervously, unused to someone actively pursuing you.
His cheeks scrunch again, smile wide as you exchange numbers. Waving shyly as he walks back up the doc as you cup your own warm cheek, absolutely giddy at the thought of tomorrow night.
You get ready for bed dazed and fall into bed, smiling as you fall asleep.
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spiritiual-camp · 5 months ago
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Don't Say No to a Man in Love? (Chapter 1)
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A Legally blonde au for ohshc! One unfaithful day, just when Tamaki thinks Kyoya is going to get serious with him and take things to the next step, he breaks up with him! In order to win his love back, Tamaki follows Kyoya to Harvard, chaos ensues. (for plot purposes haruhi was never a part of the host club.) Word Count : 826 Author's note: if you do find this in ao3 its probably im too lazy to embed links on both sides
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It’s the end of an exhausting semester in the Ouran University, some were exhausted and some were packing to go home. However, it was a joyful day for the former high school hosts. Tamaki and Kyoya were dating for 2 years now, their relationship surely blooming. The twins were soon off to study in France for a semester after the holidays. Mori and Honey? They were doing alright. 
Everyone noticed, Tamaki had been extremely jiggy especially this week. They were all gathered in Tamaki’s flat near the campus.
"Do you guys think he'll propose tonight?" Tamaki said, his eyes gleaming as he wiggled his feet on the chair he's sitting on.
"I don't know, boss" Hikaru sighed sharply
"Hey, we can hope?" Kaoru said and paused momentarily "At least"
"Yeah!" Honey chirped, raising his fist into the air. Mori nodded along.
"Stop being so negative, Hikaru!" Kaoru nagged his twin brother jokingly
"I just have this feeling… I can't explain it but something seems off with Kyoya" Hikaru tried to explain himself but was cut off by Tamaki's delusional screamings.
"IT'S BECAUSE HE IS GOING TO PROPOSE !!!!" He yelled happily and started jumping around.
Everyone joined him in yelling like school girls except for Hikaru, and also Mori who simply nodded in affirmation.
Hikaru seemed to be in deep thought, as he sat down on the floor, Mori headed for the walk-in closet and scanned the clothes.
After a few minutes of cheering around and making loud noises, everyone turned to Mori who simply stated ‘’What are you going to wear?’’
Tamaki’s face turned pale as he dropped on his knees. ‘’Oh my god.’’ he let out.
‘’Don’t stress it, boss. We’ll take care of it.’’ The twins simultaneously consoled him, putting one hand on both arms of Tamaki and disappeared as soon as Tamaki got on his feet.
Tamaki swiftly rushed to the bathroom to start getting ready.
‘’Yay!!!!’’ Honey clapped chirpily. 
Soon, around after a half an hour or so, the twins came back with a simple satin baby blue suit. Tamaki was newly done with styling his hair, he stepped out the bathroom and stared at the suit and back at the grinning twins.
‘’Okay, hear us out, milord.’’ Hikaru spoke first. ‘’Since you wear a lot of red and pink…’’ Kaoru added ‘’We thought you could do something different from your signature color.’’ Hikaru explained ‘’Besides, it’s simplicity makes it look like you weren’t begging for it!’’ Kaoru finished the explanation, they were both still smiling wide holding the suit.
‘’You make a good point, my good sirs.’’ Tamaki suddenly said in english in a British accent, a hand on his hips as he grabbed the hanger of the suit. Then, he started to walk-jump his way to his room while giggling to himself.
Time flew faster than the time Tamaki could whip out some random object out of thin air. Shortly, Kyoya arrived at Tamaki's flat also, and had already forced someone to make tea for him already as he engaged in casual useless banter with Honey and Mori that has no relevance to the plot so the author won’t mention it. Tamaki bursted through the open door dramatically, bringing a breeze with him.
‘’Hello, my dearest!’’ He kneeled down in front of Kyoya, and suddenly there was a rose in his hand which he handed to Kyoya.
‘’Hello to you too.’’ Kyoya replied coldly, he got up and rejected the rose as he started to walk towards the door. ‘’Come on, we’re going to be late.’’ He said with a smirk.
‘’First, please accept this rose, my fine gentleman.’’ Tamaki took Kyoya’s hand from his pocket and forcefully gave it to him. ‘’Would you say no to a man in love? It’s one of many tokens of my love to you.’’ A deep blush took over his cheeks, tilting his face to the side, his eyes moist. 
Kyoya chuckled as he played along. ‘’How could I ever say no to you?’’ 
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Funnily, Kyoya reserved a seat in one of Suoh Group’s hotels restaurants. They weren’t exactly locals here but it’s not like all eyes weren’t on them. It wasn’t everyday the only son of the Suohs and his boyfriend had dinner here.
Now they were eating their final course, a deadly silence was all over the table. Kyoya was more silent than usual, Tamaki noted. Was he nervous? Only makes sense, considering how big of a step it is! Yeah, that’s right! There was a huge smile on Tamaki’s face as he thought to himself.
Abruptly Kyoya put down his fork and knife. ‘’Tamaki, it’s time we got serious.’’
The glint in Tamaki’s eyes got shinier as he nodded.
‘’As you know, I for some reason decided to pursue a law career.’’ Kyoya started to explain. ‘’And that I will be off to Harvard.’’ He took in a sharp breath ‘’It’s time we take some action, into our future.’’
Tamaki started to wiggle his feet happily.
Kyoya suddenly rose to his feet. ‘’Tamaki, we need to-’’
‘’Yes!’’ Tamaki rose to his feet also. ‘’In any lifetime, I’d marry you in a heartbeat!’’
‘’We need to breakup.’’
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