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earlysunshines · 5 months

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i fall in love too fast

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader (remastered) ; part two; fluff

summary: your niece needs to stop watching so many romance movies because what the hell she's five and sana... well sana thinks she's crushing on someone's mother.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: mentions of food ; not proofreaddd

a few customers held you up, you were supposed to be in your car earlier, supposed to be at hana’s school early – but of course, someone had to order six drinks during a rush, keeping you at work for a few more minutes than you’d like.

once you make it to the car, you rush to startthe engine and get out your parking spot. tapping your finger on the steering wheel as you drive, you glance at the car's screen. the time reads '3:11 pm,' which means hana will be out in about four minutes. you make a guess that you'll arrive in a few minutes late. the worry that hana might be confused about where you are runs through your mind, but you convince yourself not to fret. after all, she's strong, and you know it – she’s your niece after all.

somehow you manage to make it to the entrance just before hana is supposed to be out. fiddling with the collar of your white button-up shirt that you still have on from work, you anxiously await for when the bell will ring, anticipating the kids to start spilling out of the entrance doors to reunite with their families – eagerly waiting to see hana again.

you check your watch, reading the 3:15 pm, and seconds later – the bell rings.

it was only a minute later that you started to see groups of kids being led out by various teachers. you scanned the area for a bit, thankful that your height allowed you to see over some of the parents' heads. finally, you spot your little niece standing with a group of kids, holding each other by the little hook-like fabric on top of their bags to stay connected.

amidst the sea of parents and children, your eyes also locked onto sana, effortlessly standing out even in the crowd of chaos. her gentle hand held that of a child at the front of the group, a caring smile gracing her features.

you made your way over to where hana stood, her eager eyes scanning the crowd until they finally landed on you. without hesitation, she dashed towards you, her arms outstretched in anticipation of the hug she knew was coming. for a five-year-old, her determination was astonishing, and the way she almost knocked you off balance was comparable to a linebacker (well, close enough. maybe a linebacker on the youth team). as she crashed into you with surprising force, you couldn't help but marvel at her energy, laughing, and wonder if she should consider joining a football team someday. yeah, definitely her dad’s genes.

"y/n!" her grin widened as she approached, and you quickly knelt down to her level, wrapping her in a warm hug. "i missed you, y/n!"

“hey, hi,” you feel her squeezing you tighter as you hug her, kissing the side of her head as you do. “i missed you too!” you greet happily, voice muffled a bit. pulling away, you brush some of her hair out of her face, hair looking a little more ruffled than this morning. “seem’s like someone had a fun day at school.”

“so much fun! today ms. minatozaki let us paint and! and! she gave me more stickers for being good! they're sharks too!” the little girl beams, making you smile. “and then we had recess and i played a lot and ran a lot and– oh! ms. minatozaki said i was good today!”

you laugh. “is that so?”

“yes! does this mean we can go to the cafe? please? i was good i promise.” hana pleads, tugging at your rolled sleeve.

huming as you think to yourself, you her teacher in the corner of your eye. “hmm, we’ll have to ask ms. minatozaki to make sure, won’t we?” you’re really just saying that as an excuse to talk to your niece's teacher again.

you steal a glance at sana, who is smiling and waving to a set of parents, the dad carrying their child on his shoulders. her eyes sparkle with surprise and delight as they meet yours, her cheeks gradually tinting a shade of pink. unaware of her reaction, you remain lost in admiration as you stare.

sana bids a final goodbye to the parents and the kid before you and your niece make your way over to her.

"hana, hello there, sweetie," sana greets your niece warmly. then, her gaze shifts to you, her smile widening even further. "it's wonderful to see you again, y/n," she adds, her words sending a warm flutter through your chest, your heart skipping a beat.

she still looks as beautiful as she did in the morning, maybe even prettier. that voice of hers is still soft and sweet when she greets you with joy; her face lights up the same way.

"it's wonderful to see you too,"

without thinking, you straighten your shirt and adjust your pleated pants to appear more presentable. a smile graces both your lips and sana's. a brief silence ensues as you lock eyes with each other, and you feel a warmth rising in your ears, gradually spreading to your cheeks like a small fire.

trying to clear the tension, you clear your throat and tug at your collar, then respond, “how was hana today?”

hana looks up at her teacher with hopeful, puppy eyes, silently pleading for a positive response. sana chuckles softly to herself, amused by hana's adorable expression.

“she was great today, and really helpful too,” sana assures, earning a sigh of relief from hana.

“is that so?” you question – sana hums in response.

“she helped me put the paintbrushes back, as well as the markers. she’s a sweet girl, big help.” sana explains.

hana tugs at your hand, “i told you! i told you i was good! so can we go to the cafe? please?”

chuckling again, you nod at the little girl, then bring your gaze back to the woman in front of you.

“i guess we should get going then…” you begin, your gaze tearing away from sana reluctantly to look back down at the girl beside you. “why don’t you say bye to your teacher, hana?”

hana nods and you watch as sana crouches down to meet the girl's level, placing a hand on her head before sliding it down to the girls cheek. hana puts her smaller hand on sana’s before she hugs her, and for a moment you think to yourself: gosh, i wish that were me.

sana parts from hana, standing back up and fixing loose hair that falls over her face. you steal another glance at the young teacher before hana goes back to you to hold your hand and tug you away.

the last look you and sana share has this weird sense of longing, there’s an unspoken desire to get to know each other more, to maybe get a few extra minutes to, well, maybe just stare at each other’s faces until someone decides to say something.

but then, letting go, you finally wave to her with a smile, and she shoots you and your niece a toothy grin “goodbye.”

"alright, time to head home," you announce, grabbing hana's tiny school bag and placing it in the front seat. after securing her in the car seat, you close the door and settle into the driver's seat.

with a turn of the key, the engine roars to life, but before you can even back up, hana beams, “buckle up!”

“of course, i wouldn’t forget the most important step.”

a jazz favorite from months ago begins to play after you hit shuffle on one of the playlists you made with your niece. adjusting the volume to create a soft background melody, you listen along as hana starts to hum along.

you pull into your regular spot by the side of the cafe and turn off the engine. grabbing hana's bag from the passenger seat, you step out of the car and hold the door to the backseats open for her to hop out. her eyes light up at the sight of the cafe's exterior, and she wastes no time in darting towards the entrance.

“hana wait! be careful!” you call out, hurriedly shutting the door and fumbling with the keys to lock your car before running after the excited five-year-old.

entering the cafe, you're greeted by the familiar and inviting atmosphere. the air carries the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the rich scent of espresso shots being pulled. the cozy ambiance of the cafe envelops you both, lifting both your spirits.

thankfully, it’s not too busy at the moment. you spot a few adults in their work clothing sitting and chatting at the table for four near the window, sipping on their drinks – looks like a couple of lattes and americanos. the dim corner to the right is lit up by a small lamp hanging from above, occupied by a few high school students laughing. they seem to be treating themselves to a small cake, a little candle is at the side – probably for someone's birthday.

you scan the area, shifting your look over to where the familiar baker and barista are. the baker notices you and stops what she’s doing to wave happily.

“ah, y/n! you’re back, did you miss me that much?” dahyun jokes, “oh, and you brought my favorite customer too.” she adds, redirecting her gaze to meet hana. hana gives the dark-haired woman a big, gummy, and toothy smile before going to hug the woman as she walks out from behind the counter.

“ms. dahyun! today was my first day of school! my teacher says i was great!” hana boasts, and dahyun laughs before ruffling her hair up a bit.

“wow, i’m impressed. hmm… maybe i should give you the special treat i prepared then.”

“please please please please please please-”

“alright, alright. a special treat for my favorite customer coming up! my favorite new student.” dahyun says cheerfully. the shorter woman heads behind the counter, and you lift hana onto the chair near the counter.

you make your way behind the counter as well, right over to where the taller barista works. he’s busy measuring the coffee grinds for an espresso shot, furrowing his brows as he takes a small portion of the ground coffee out from the portafilter.

“chaemin,”

he jumps a little and you laugh teasingly.

“my god! don’t do that!”

“oops.” you shrug. “can i steam some milk real quick? i need to make something for my niece.”

“you’re giving espresso to a five-year-old?” chaemin asks, visibly concerned. he turns his body to you fully, raises his brows, and looks down at you in disbelief.

“of course not, she’s already a handful without the caffeine. i’m just gonna make her a hot chocolate.”

“i see, okay. good.” he says before bringing his attention back to the portafilter and tamping the coffee grinds. “by the way, where’s johnny? i thought he would be the one taking hana to school – or picking her up – you know, since he's her dad and all.”

“he wanted to, but he had this last-minute business trip. the way he complained in person and over the phone was… rough – but he’ll be back in two days.”

“i see.”

you and chaemin continue to engage in some small talk about whether it was busy or anything while you were gone for those few minutes while you make the hot chocolate.

dahyun has already given the giddy five-year-old her cream-filled croissant with a variety of fruits inside, along with a drizzle of milk chocolate syrup on top.

dahyun pushes the plate toward the girl. “i made it just for you, i even added extra strawberries and chocolate since you like them so much.”

“ms. dahyun you’re the best! it looks really yummy! thank you thank you thank you!” she says excitedly, then dahyun pats her shoulder.

“anything for the young scholar.”

“you never make me anything like that.” you mumble as you make a design with the steamed milk and chocolate.

“you’re not a scholar, y/n. you lack a lot up there actually.” she jokes, poking you right in the forehead.

“ouch.” you respond, looking at her with a pout and setting down the hot chocolate with the heart design you made with the steamed milk. hana smiles, looking at the drink and pastry eagerly, but just as she is about to dig in–

“phone eats first.” you halt her actions, forcing her to pose and smile for the family group chat. she groans in response before dahyun encourages her to grin for the camera, giving her a thumbs up.

you sit beside hana and watch her eat while you hold your head in your palm, smiling at her. dahyun goes back to rolling whatever dough she was working on before, and you scroll through the family group chat, texting your brother and mom.

“these are so good, thank you aunt y/n,” hana says with a mouth full of the croissant.

“you should thank dahyun for that, but i’m glad you like them. also, don’t talk while you have so much food in your mouth!” you scold playfully before taking a sip of the iced americano chaemin had made you. hana sticks her tongue out at you and you pinch her nose lightly, making the two of you laugh.

hana gulps down the bite she had just chewed up, then mumbles, “aunt y/n, can i ask you something?”

you raise a brow. “what is it?”

“do you… do you like my teacher?”

“oh, of course. she’s sweet and takes good care of you, i’m fond of her. she seems great.” you answer before taking another sip of your coffee.

“no, do you like like her? like in the movies? the lovey dovey ones where they kiss–”

“w-what? why- where did this come from?” you question, sitting straight up. hana’s directness nearly makes you choke on your coffee. chaemin overhears the conversation and his eyes land on the two of you.

“you like your niece's teacher?” he says in disbelief, a hand on his hip and a brow raised. you look at your co-worker and then back to your niece, waving your hand to shut down these bold (but pretty reasonable) allegations.

“no, no – it’s not like that,” you start, trying to keep your voice and tone relaxed. chaemin and the little girl don’t seem to be fooled. “she’s just nice, we’re just friendly. she’s your teacher, of course i’m going to be friendly with her.”

“ok, then why did you look at her like that? you looked all lovey-dovey and your ears turned red!”

“oh? what is this i’m hearing?” dahyun interjects, which earns her a glare from you before you look back at your niece.

“i- no, it’s not like that! we just met hana, don’t be ridiculous.” you say defensively, and then hana’s smile grows, it makes you uneasy.

“your ears are turning red again, just like in those cartoons and movies!”

“what movies are you watching? you’re like, five! shouldn’t you be watching some normal cartoons? like something with mermaids or superheroes or something?” you groan, growing more defensive as dahyun and chaemin team up with hana to poke at you.

you roll your eyes at them, but the thought of sana tugs at your heartstrings.

you don't buy into the idea of love at first sight; it seems too simplistic, too much like something out of a disney movie. however, you can't deny the impact the woman who will be teaching your daughter every day has had on you. she’s shot an arrow through your heart just like cupid.

she’s undeniably beautiful, but it's more than just that. you find yourself thinking about her infectious smile, her contagious smile, and the way her nose scrunches up when she does both. the memory of her holding your hand when you greeted her lingers in your mind, even as you're teased and poked fun at by those around you. god, you’ve just met her.

you won’t admit it outloud, but this woman did have an effect on you, and you were scared that it would be harder to hide that the more you saw her.

“look, i just think she’s a nice person okay,” you shrug, and then you begin (or at least try) to change the topic. “anyways… how was your first day of school? what else did you do?”

dahyun laughs at your attempt to change the subject and decides to give you a break by returning to what she was doing. she shoots chaemin a cheeky look, which you ignore, choosing instead to focus all your attention on hana.

“it was great! you were right y/n, i made a friend! her name is jiyeong, she’s taller than me by this much,” hana shows you the height difference by pinching her fingers down, except there’s an inch of space in between. “also,” hana begins, “ms. minatozaki read us a story, she’s super nice. she smiled and laughed a lot, she smiles like a princess. she kind of looks like one." hana adds, and you certainly agree with that statement. hana thinks to herself a bit, then adds her final remark, "she also helped everyone with their paintings, she’s so cool! i like her a lot.”

you grin at the girl and take her empty plate, pushing it to the other side of the counter for chaemin to take.

“i’m really glad you made a friend, i told you my genes were passed on to you!” you mess with her hair. “and i’m glad you like ms. minatozaki, it’s important that you have nice and caring teachers.”

“and pretty teachers too, right?” she teases, and you laugh, messing with her hair once more.

“alright smarty pants, finish up your hot chocolate so we can get going.” you sigh, rolling your eyes playfully before walking behind the counter to wash hana’s dish.

“how was work?” jihyo asks.

she backs her car out of the parking spot in front of the school. sana has never been one to drive herself, always relying on the bus or getting a ride from a friend. however, this year she's in luck, since she'll likely be getting regular rides home from both her best friend and the mother of one of her students – one of the best drivers of the century.

sana sighs and smiles, then sets her head down against the headrest of the passenger seat. “it was really good, the students are all great. your daughter did well too.”

jihyo smiles upon hearing this. “i’m glad jiyeong was good,” then she looks at her daughter through the mirror. “jiyeong, sweetheart, how was school?”

“good mom! i had lots of fun and ms. minatozaki is really nice! i made a new friend too.” the little girl in the backseat responds. “her name is hana, she’s cool and nice and funny and i like her a lot. we promised to be best friends this year!”

sana tenses up at the mention of hana, and she thinks of the girl’s captivating mother–you. sana starts to zone out whilst jihyo talks with her daughter, and she really just thinks about you. she replays the memory of shaking your hand–big, soft, nice to hold, the small peak of ink under your wrist, the bracelets, and wow she is a mess from just the interaction–and about your cheery grin, as well as your caring nature. the look you had given her this morning replays in her head, the small dimple you had, how perfect your teeth were, and the sparkle of your eyes as you looked at sana.

she daydreams of you the whole way back to her place, pushing aside the fact that you’re a mother, probably not single considering how charming and cute you are.

her heart sinks a little at the thought of that, and she tells herself to compose herself, there are always others, right? other fish in the sea?

(but none that were as cute as you.)

"alright, we're here. say bye to your teacher jiyeong." jihyo insists, adjusting the gear stick so the car is parked in front of the apartment complex. sana smiles at jihyo and steps out of the car, closing the door behind her. she waves at jihyo and her daughter through the window.

“thank you ms. minatozaki! see you tomorrow!”

“bye jiyeong, i hope you have a good night. you too, jihyo, thank you again.”

“it’s no problem, your place is on the way to our house anyway, have a good night sha.”

jihyo waves once more before rolling the passenger seat window up and driving away. sana clutches her work back and starts to walk towards her apartment.

the young teacher unlocks the apartment door and sets her bag on the hook to the right of the door. with a sigh, she kicks off her shoes, feeling the weight of the day starting to lift. as she moves into the kitchen, she finds herself drawn to the familiar routine of making a cup of tea. it's a comforting ritual, one that helps her unwind and transition from the demands of her day to the peace of her home. kids are amazing, wonderful, and adorable–but they’re also draining, very draining.

she leans against the counter in her work clothes, staring at the cup in her hand.

the thought of you reaches back, invading her mind, her.

you’re cute, you’re effortlessly cute with everything you do. sana thinks of the first glance, remembering how bells started to ring and imaginary petals started to fall after she made eye contact and– god she needs to stop watching those stupid dramas jihyo keeps reccomending her because they’re starting to turn her into some hopeless romantic. this can’t be, it’s only been one day, hell, not even an hour of being in the same room of you.

sana feels her cheeks warming up, cursing herself mentally.

you’re a mother, whether that be biologically or not, you’re a mother. it would (most likely–well, very_ unprofessional to pursue someones mother, especially if you have a husband or anything like that. she can’t pine over someone who’s taken, not again, she’s learned from her junior in high school already, she can’t possibly live through that again.

sana sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose. “i really have to talk to jihyo about this.”

taking out her phone, she finds jihyo’s contact and pauses, letting out another small sigh. the thought of having to navigate through the year while constantly encountering your pretty face and charming personality fills her with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. there's a part of her that can't help but look forward to the interactions and moments shared even if you’re taken.

(it’s not like she can’t control how she feels, so if she’s able to at least hide it–then that should be fine.

–

right?)

she clicks on the little phone icon, and after a few rings, it's answered by jihyo. the sound of her voice comes through the line, accompanied by the faint background noise of what seems like the opening of a door.

"sana? hello? what is it? everything okay?”

"jihyo."

jihyo blinks, letting her daughter into the house before answering in a slightly concerned tone, "yes?"

“on a scale of one 1-10–and be honest–how wrong is it to have a crush on your students' mother?”

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earthtooz · 2 years

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x : BIRTHDAY WISHES ! :*+ﾟ

in which: you get your own surprise on todoroki shouto's birthday.

warnings: FLUFF! 1.8k words or so of it, reader gives deku the middle finger for funsies, BAD WRITING like when I SAY BAD I MEAN C-TIER AT BEST, shouto deserves better but i wanted to get this out in time for his birthday :(, kissing (oh my god... so scandalous), food cw

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TODOROKI WHO WILL ALWAYS BE #1 IN MY HEART. that's all i have to say, try to enjoy!

you're the first person to wish todoroki shouto happy birthday.

in fact, you've even taken the responsibility of driving to todoroki's residence, ringing his doorbell at exactly 11:55 pm, and greeting him with a sheepish grin when threw open the door a little too excitedly.

"hi," you whisper, holding three bags in two hands; one of them much smaller. it's thanks to the packaging that todoroki realises that it is cake, and the bakery-provided candles beside it are a given.

"hello," he greets back, stepping aside so he could let you into his toasty apartment (well- penthouse, really). "what brings you here?"

"you complaining?"

"not at all," the dual-quirk hero steps towards you to help rid you of your layers. he hangs your scarf and coat on the hanger by the entrance. "i'm just curious why you would sacrifice some much-needed rest for me."

"don't be ridiculous, shouto. it's what friends do."

friends. todoroki doesn't like the way that word sounds on your lips, especially when it's addressed to him.

before he can voice any of the distasteful feelings brewing within, you rush into his kitchen, exclaiming something along the lines of 'i'm almost out of time!' before leaving todoroki to dawdle after you. he does nothing but watch as you take the cake out of its box and stick a few candles in, lighting them with matches you brought yourself despite there being a six foot something tall matchstick right beside you.

your appearance is sudden, but not unwelcome. he likes how at home you seem, how normal it feels to have you beside him to celebrate another milestone of his life.

when you check your phone for the time, you exclaim a little in delight, noting that the time now read: 12:00, january 11.

"happy birthday, shouto!" you exclaim, clapping quietly out of excitement whilst todoroki looks at you with an affectionate smile. one that makes you melt a little, and you fear you'll soon be no better than the candles dripping their wax onto the icing of the cake.

"not gonna sing happy birthday for me?" he asks cheekily.

you scoff, a little embarrassed to sing in front of him alone. if it's anything that will deter todoroki, it'll be your singing. "ask one more time and i'll pack up and leave."

his low chuckle reverberates. "i wouldn't want you doing that." todoroki clasps his hands together, closing his eyes before blowing out the candles in one, swift breath.

"thank you, y/n," he says, sincerity lacing his tone. "it means a lot that you'd go out of your way to do this for me."

"of course," you say, handing him a classic, bakery-issued plastic knife. "anything to make your birthday memorable, shouto."

your sentence means a lot more to him than you'd think.

sharing cake with todoroki shouto at 12:04 am when you both had patrol in eight or so hours was not a point in life you'd ever anticipate being at. as you talk, you try your best to burn this moment into your memory, unsure of when you'd ever be this vulnerable with him again.

todoroki, on the other, non-existentialist hand, was comparing the sweetness of your laughter to the icing of the cake. a sound worthy of giving him another sugar rush, he concludes.

"i did beat everyone to wishing you a happy birthday, right?"

he hums in contemplation at your question, "most likely. let me check my messages."

as your dual-quirked friend fishes for his phone from his pocket, you try not to ogle at his beauty. it's unfair how good he looks, even under the harsh lighting of his kitchen, dressed in his silk pajamas that look irresistibly comfortable. from custom-installed tatami mats flooring every inch of his home to silk sleepwear, todoroki really adores snug things.

"fuyumi, natsuo, and midoriya all wished me happy birthday. midoriya texted at 12 exactly so i'm not too sure who won between you two," he informs you.

"midoriya, hm?" you mutter. "can i text him from your phone?"

"sure."

when he hands over his unlocked phone, you immediately click on the camera button, angling the device so it would be a selfie of you and todoroki. except you direct an unceremonious middle finger to the green-haired hero, sending the photo with the message 'beat you to it'.

"that was rude," todoroki teases, the small smile on his face telling you that he didn't mean any malice behind it. you give him back his phone, a small smirk on his face.

"he'll live," you joke. seriously, you've known midoriya way too long now to get petty over a middle finger. "i got you some presents."

"can i open them now?"

"yeah of course!" reaching for the bags at your feet, you present your first one to him which was, mostly, a gag gift that you couldn't resist buying when you saw it. some part of you genuinely hopes that he'll appreciate it though.

when peeking into the paper bag, todoroki's eyebrows crease in confusion, and it wasn't until he fished it out that his confusion turned into delight.

"where did you get this?" he asks, inspecting it as he holds in up in his arms.

"a local hero merch store!" you begin, unable to contain your giggles. "did you know that a recent toy campaign turned some of you guys into cats? it was so weird- i thought it was a little odd at least, but yours is adorable!"

seeing todoroki, the mystical, dreamy, and devastatingly handsome public figure of the century, hug the plush so innocently in his arms was giving you a rush of serotonin. the resemblance was uncanny too, the cat had a white base with a fair amount of red spots dotting it; kind of like a calico design but only with one colour. the best part was that the cat was seated in a perfect loaf position and if that wasn't todoroki shouto as a cat, you'd be lying to yourself.

unable to resist taking a picture, you're almost tempted to save it as a home screen because of how pure and wholesome he was.

just wait til 'people' magazine sees this photo of their undefeated 'sexiest man alive' recipient.

"isn't it cute?" you questioned, "i was almost tempted to buy one for myself."

"this is really fun to hug." for good measure, he squeezes it in his vice grip twice, grinning whilst doing so. you pretend to ignore the way his biceps flex, stretching his silk sleepwear.

"you should have seen bakugou and midoriya's. bakugou's was so funny, the manufacturer really captured his energy. midoriya's was also really cute- all three were just straight up adorable."

"was mine better than theirs?"

"of course, shouto. anyways, i just thought it'd be funny to give you, if you don't like it then-"

"-i do like it. you gave it to me."

this man is bad for your health. you had to pinch yourself to not scream from how charming he was. one sentence and you're practically gone- it's pathetic.

"okay!" you exclaim, trying to wave away how flustered your face felt from that one comment. "second and last gift!"

placing the cat plushie on the counter, todoroki accepts the gift bag you shove in his direction rather readily, furrowing his eyebrows once again as he goes to pull out the contents. does he know about his 'eyebrow' habit?

"you haven't decorated your place much since you moved in so," you begin justifying, feeling impatient, "i wanted to take the liberty of giving you a few things to decorate your home with."

four photo frames appear in his hands and he takes the time to study all of them carefully. they were all filled with photos of him with friends which you got printed.

you stand rooted to your spot with anxiety bubbling in your stomach at how he'll receive your idea. you hope he liked it - todoroki has never been one for sentimental or daring gifts so you hoped this one wasn't too out of the box.

at his silence, you begin to grow more apprehensive, walking over so you could look at the photos too. "there's more photos in the bag if you don't like the ones i chose-"

"-i love them. you're really thoughtful, y/n."

"am i?" you blabber.

"yeah. these are nice memories. this one of iida, midoriya and i at graduation is making me nostalgic," he mumbles, "but my favourite has to be this one."

todoroki shows you the picture in question and your heart stops beating for a moment. it's one of you and him together from when you went to go see the cherry blossoms bloom. uraraka took the photo if you remember correctly. it's one of your most loved photos.

"i really like this one of us," he comments, reading your thoughts. "i'm glad that i can have this in my house now. these frames are all nice additions, i didn't think i needed them. thank you, y/n, really."

he looks up at you with such fondness it almost has you throwing up, your heart ready to leap out of your chest and land straight in todoroki's hands to begin serenading him. you do, after all, owe singing him the 'happy birthday' song.

then, he unexpectedly stands up, somehow manoeuvring you so that your back was now pressed against the countertop with him hovering in front of you. your escape (not that you needed it) was now blocked by his overwhelming figure.

should you be terrified? because you are. delightfully so.

"there's one more gift i'd like to ask of you," begins todoroki shyly, leaning his hands on either side of you. "if you wouldn't mind."

you were going to explode. combust. erupt. literally detonate and paint his walls with a silly shade of love.

"a little selfish tonight, are we?" you tease, trying your best to keep your cool and- if he kept leaning in closer you were actually going to freak out so if he knew what's best for him he'd-

"can you blame me? it is my birthday after all."

"what do you need?"

the way his eyes glance down to your lips provides an immediate answer. you know he hears your breath hitch because this jester has the nerve to smirk despite the anticipation weighing down the atmosphere.

todoroki's face is millimetres away from yours when he suddenly pauses, his warm hand going to grab your face as he whispers an 'is this okay?' and your only sane response is to kiss him silly.

it's a gentle meeting of souls. not hurried or rushed, simply two humans trying to explore the other in ways deeper than anything physical. with the way todoroki's other hand roam from your waist to your hip, you can tell he is analysing how to support and hold you in the most gentle way possible, studying you like no other can.

with the same passion, your arms wrap around his neck, hand gently tugging at the hairs on the back of his head. the sensation makes him smile. his smile feels unreal against you and you suppose that this a luxury many won't get in their lifetime, not even you can recall how you got here. you just hope he understands how much adoration you have for him.

you want to uncover and understand more of the enigma that is todoroki shouto, but, as you separate from his embrace with the desire for air, you realise that you now have all the time in the world.

"you shouldn't be going home at this hour. it's dangerous," todoroki comments, briefly breaking the dreamy state of your mind.

you chuckle quietly. "i'm a full-fledged hero, shouto. danger should be scared of me," you boast, slightly unsure of how credible your statement is, but your confidence makes the dual-quirked hero smile.

"that's true, but still. won't you stay with me?"

after a faux moment of deliberation, you give in to his pleas with a nod, causing him to smile gently as he begins to lean in again.

before your lips could meet again, todoroki whispers something against them.

"birthday wishes do come true."

#this was so bleh #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto fluff #shoto x reader fluff #shouto x reader fluff #shoto drabble #shouto fic #shouto drabble #todoroki shoto x reader

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walmarttrashbag · 11 months

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Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I'm so happy it's not Yandere! It feels so much better for no Yandere to write with!!!

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

Finn, being the sweet guy he is, is a little nervous at first. He thinks you're so pretty. He pays for you even if you refuse, and you both walk in the park, before dancing around in the night. Really wholesome date for both of you. He drove you home and you shared a lovely kiss.

Richie:

Richie's so charming and charismatic, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him. Going to the arcade and grabbing pizza. Believe it or not - He let you win Street Fighter! Richie biked you home that night and you kissed his cheek before you went in. He held his cheek, amazed, and biked home thinking about how lucky he was.

Mike:

You didn't know how he could afford a dinner date with his trusty 3.50, but you assumed he'd been working neighborhood jobs to earn the big bucks just for you. Rambles on about how much he misses El... It hurts your feelings so you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mike would quickly say.

You looked away "I think it would be better to go."

Mike got up "Wait-" He ran over to you and kissed you. You felt weird weird looks from people but Mike grabbed your hand and dragged you into the men's bathroom, pushed you in a stall, and make out noises were echoing all over the bathroom.

Boris:

Let's be honest, Boris stole all the food and stuff and made sure his deadbeat dad wasn't here for anything. You were amazed by how much stuff he got away with stealing. Good food pretty candles, and even lots of flowers. Theo helped set up the place before going to bed. He woke up at 11 pm to hear Boris cursing in Russian and you moaning so loud your vocal cords could break.

Miles:

You were scared as fuck but he was actually incredibly loving. Opened up to you about his life, almost starting crying. The food was amazing, you thanked Mrs. Grose. You went upstairs to Miles' bedroom and almost fucked but Flora was too innocent for her little ears to hear such horrid noises.

Trevor:

You had lunch together in the ectomobile. Trevor sat close to you and put his arm around you, making sure no ghosts would get you, or at least that's what he claimed. You thought he was precious. You shared some kisses and stole bites from his food which he let slide this time. Almost getting killed by a ghost but Trevor resolved that quickly and reassured you everything's okay. You weren't let down in the slightest by this man.

Tyler:

Pizza was on him. He was so nervous, and you thought that was adorable. You gave him so many kisses. Tyler would've died if you weren't there to hold him close, muttering "Thank you" and "I love you". He was so head over heels for you.

Bobert:

Bobert was terrifying, but so mysterious as well. Not really any food to eat, but you laid down together and cuddled in the forest, so it was good enough for you. He was actually a great kisser, and he's earned himself a second date!

Hey! I'm so happy this isn't Yandere!!!! Thank you for requesting this!

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kykymbapp3 · 2 years

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- attention freak -

summary; mbappe was playing fifa with neymar, vitinha, and sergio all day. you missed him, you missed his touch. so you became desperate. you were ready to do whatever it took to please him.

content; SMUT. blowjob, spanking, size kink, teasing, dirty talk, dom!mbappe - sub!reader, mbappe being a total sucker for you, getting caught, confrontation.

word count; 883 words (IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT)

quick a/n!!; HII!! ok so this is my first smut story ive writting so PLEASEEE bare with me here😭 ENJOY MY LOVESS!

you always knew how much mbappe loved his friends. you thought it was sweet, but you didn't think it was enough to ignore you all day in his jersey. he had been playing FIFA with some fellow teammates since 9 AM. it was now 3 PM. "kyky, do you want food?" you asked him, thanking god he could even hear you over his friends on the headset. "no but thanks for asking amor." you always felt weak at the knees for his pet names. you respected his boundaries and understood he couldn't be with you every second of every day. but this was too much. you walked over to him and sat next to him. you could hear neymar cursing at mbappe in portuguese because mbappe scored against him. you took this as an opportunity. you knew it wasn't a big deal, but still, you start clapping and saying how proud you were of him. he looked at you confused. once he looked at you, he knew what you were doing.

you looked at him with doe eyes and a big smile across your face. you had your hands fiddling in your lap. "fuck." he groaned softly at the feeling of his erection growing every second he looked at you. you grinned in happiness that it worked, you would finally get the attention you had been waiting for what felt like years! almost immediately he clicked the mute button on his headset and threw it next to him. he picked you up and sat you rather comfortably on his lap. "is this what you want? you little whore begging for my attention." he growled. you felt pathetic. "answer" he demanded as he grabbed your breasts from under your shirt. you couldn't say a word. he had you mesmerized. "yes, oh fuck!" you moaned out as he started playing with your nipples. you felt your panties starting to get soaked as you felt his growing erection twitching under your core. every twitch making you whimper. "good girl" he grinned. without even realizing it, you start grinding on his lap. mbappe threw back his head in pleasure and groaned slightly. you started taking off his jersey but he stopped you almost immediately. "keep it on, I want to fuck your pretty little mouth in my jersey" you whimpered. god, he was fucking sexy.

he picked you up and put you on the floor on your knees. he took off his shorts and boxers. even after months of dating, you never could get used to his size. 11 inches long. you giggled at the sight of his hard cock in front of you. "fuck your huge" you moaned as you start stroking your hand up and down. occasionally you would play with his balls. "mon amour, enough with the teasing." he breathed out shakily. you slowly shoved his cock into your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth when you started to moan on his cock. you tried your hardest to go down all the way. he had his eyes closed but when he opened them all he could see was you with red, hollow cheeks, and teary eyes. "let me help you" he grinned. he started to thrust his hips into your mouth. eventually, your gag reflex kicked in and you had to tap out. he pulled out immediately and you caught your breath. "are you ok ?" he asked you. "yeah im fine, let me make you cum" you said. you put his cock back in your mouth.

you started to play with his balls again and suck on them. "f-fuck amor im close" he moaned. he thrust his hips into once again, this time not as far. you gagged a little but kept going. you ran your tongue over his tip, which was now red and swollen. he started to spank your ass which caused you to whimper. he kneaded your ass like he was making pizza dough. soft and gentle. you spit on his cock and started palming his tip. "fuck kylian your so fucking big" you moaned as you sucked on the tip. which sent him over the edge. he shot streams of hot cum down your throat. "did you swallow?" he asked you while caressing your cheek. you nodded, the salty residue still left in your mouth. "open." he demanded. you did as he said, you opened your mouth to show him that you did in fact swallow. he smiled at you and kissed your forehead. he went to go get a towel to clean the spit off of your chin and neck.

you left shortly after to go take a nap because you were tired. "ok sorry guys im back" he said relieved. "dude next time mute" neymar said. what? what did he mean by that? "shit. you heard" mbappe groaned. "i muted though!" you yelled. "you muted on ps4, not on FIFA." vitinha added. "your lucky, if i had a girl that could suck like that. i would always pay attention to her." ramos snickered as he heard you practically begging for his attention. "shut the fuck up dick" he muttered. "hey, hey, calm down. just because you got yours sucked doesn't mean you can be a dick." neymar laughed. he sighed. he knew they were going to tease him for ages about this.

a/n; HI AGAINNN! i hope you enjoyed um im really sorry that its so short but i kinda lost motivation at some points. anyways have a wonderful day/night luvbugs!💗

#kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #mbappe psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #football smut #football #smut #soccer smut #neymar jr #vintinha #sergio ramos #mbappe #kyky #kylian imagines

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gloomzombie · 7 months

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I'll Bury You For This

Pairings: Jeff the Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None(?)(( Let me know if I need to put any!))

Word Count: 4,276

Chapter Four: Follow You

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

August 20. 10:23 pm.

“So, how’s school going for you, Y/N?” The question is one I’ve been asked thousands of times before, all from John, and all usually around the same time; but coming from Ms. Taylor’s comforting voice doesn't fill me with unnecessary anger. I take a bite of the reheated spaghetti and look up at her. She sits across from me at the small dining table, and Gage sits on my left, his gaze and focus on his food. Part of me wishes he were focused on me, but the other part knows it’s selfish to think that way- even when I can’t get them out of my head. “It’s going fine, thanks. So far, the work’s been pretty easy and I’ve got enough friends to enjoy it.” It’s only partially a lie. I have enough friends for me, though I’m sure three- maybe four now that I’ve properly met Stacy- isn’t what anyone else would consider “enough friends.”

She smiles at me, her lips now wiped clean from the red lipstick she adorned earlier. She’s not eating with us, only drinking sips of her red wine. Gage told me this is normal if she’s gone out; sitting at the dinner table and chatting with him about his day and what he’s thinking, even if she already ate. It’s such a nice thing to do, and on days where I mope wishing John could’ve been better, or wishing I had a better dad in general, I could see myself wanting this with him- or with a better parent- or maybe Mom. If she were still here, would she have stayed with him? If she did, would she still stay even after he started losing his memory? Would he be a better person if she were with us?

I shake the thoughts from my head, focusing back onto my plate in front of me. I can’t cry in front of her again, and I definitely can’t in front of Gage. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you have good friends to hang out with.” She smirks as she glances at Gage, then back at me. “And a boyfriend.” Gage’s head snaps up to her, his face all pink. How sweet. “Mom! I told you he’s not my boyfriend.” He argues, though not strongly, his face turning brighter with the words he speaks. She just smiles and giggles. “Mhmm, whatever you say, baby.” She leans over and places a kiss on his cheek, to which he leans away from. “Momm, please,” He spluttered, exasperated. She just peppers kisses all over his cheek, ignoring him. I can’t help the smile that creases my lips, watching them silently. I can see how he could be embarrassed by her, but really, he’s so lucky to have a mom like her. She giggles and pulls away. “Fine, fine.” She readjusts in her seat, a proud smile tugging at her lips. Gage lets his messy bangs fall over his face, though his hair’s not long enough to cover the smile that mirrors his mothers.

August 20. 11:12 pm.

After dinner, Gage practically drags me up the stairs with him, his hand never loosening its grasp on mine. His mom only smiles at us as we go, which makes a blush rise up my neck and into my cheeks. As he leads me to his room, I can’t help but smile. He’s gotten more confident with me, I can tell. God, why does that make me feel the way it does? I shut the door behind me and he reaches his arm past me, twisting the lock as he looks up at me. I smirk down at him, his beautiful sage colored eyes gazing into mine. My smirk softens into a smile and he seems to notice, a light pink tint grazing his cheeks, his nose, the tips of his ears.

The buzz of the alcohol has worn down by now, having been a few hours ago; but nonetheless, the adrenaline I feel right now is almost unbearable. In one swift motion, I wrap my arms around his waist and hoist him up into my arms. He squeaks and his legs wrap instinctively around my hips, his arms around my neck. I press my lips up against his, him responding in kind; kissing me back almost as passionately, though I can still feel the shyness of it. I waste no time in carrying him to his bed, laying him in it and breaking the kiss. His eyelids flutter open, his green eyes dark in the dim light; the only light being the deep, navy blue lamp on his bedside table. I need him.

His limbs never tear away from me, and they pull me onto him, as he gazes up at me with those fucking eyes. The way he’s looking at me now is something I’ve desperately wanted for years. He’s so fucking addicting. I kick my shoes off, letting them fall wherever. He watches me intently with an undeniable blush grazing his soft, delicate features as I sit up in his lap and pull my shirt up and off of me. I throw it on the floor, keeping eye contact with the boy underneath me. I can feel him already, a pulsing feeling against my leg and I don’t even try to hide the smile that makes its way onto my face. I lean down to kiss his neck, some of the strands of my hair falling and brushing against him.

“Please, Y/N.” He whispers, his voice a tad higher than usual. I look up at him. Fuck, did I go too far? I got so caught up in the feeling of him; the feeling of just being with him, that I didn’t pay enough attention to what he may be feeling. “Everything alright, Gage?” I ask, bringing my head up a bit so I can look down at him comfortably. He glances up at the ceiling, resting his head down on the pillow. “I..I think so. I just…” he hesitates, and I can feel the nauseating wave of guilt wash over me. I chew on my bottom lip, but I don’t tear the skin as much as I’d like to. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The heat in my cheeks spreads to my ears and I feel so uncomfortably hot. I sit up, still in his lap, but giving him space if he so wants it. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before I-” “No. Don’t do that.” He rises to sit up, his full focus on me; with his hands sliding down my arms to intertwine his fingers with mine. “I…I want everything you’ve done, and everything you want to do.” His face can’t get any redder, so evident under the blue light. I feel the relief flood over me, drowning out the guilt from before. His eyes drop to the floor, but he brings them back up just as quickly as he dropped them. “I want you, Y/N, but not just like this.” He mutters, leaning his forehead against mine. I can feel his breath against my lips this way. “Are you saying..you want to go out with me?” I ask, and the question is one I’ve never asked before.

Despite sleeping with people in the past, I’ve never actually been on a date. I’ve gone out with people, sure, but they never saw me as anything but a friend; or a toy to use for sex and nothing more. The thought of going out with Gage runs through my mind, and my body reacts; my heartbeat thrums in my ears, a repetitive thump, thumping sound; my stomach feels like it's churning- but not in the bad way I’ve grown so accustomed to. He smiles his sweet little smile and I can’t deny the way it makes me feel so nervous. “Yes, Y/N. I’ve wanted to for months, maybe a year now.” I smile sheepishly.

Oh, yeah. I forgot Gage had his eyes on me for months before he got the courage to talk to me. I can’t believe I didn’t notice him before, but I guess it makes sense; we both prefer to stand on the sidelines, unnoticed by the crowd. I just wish I had noticed him sooner. “Then, let’s go on a date.” I speak nervously. The words are foreign coming from my mouth. I’ve never been asked out before, and never asked anyone else out either. He adjusts to sit up straighter, and I slide off of his lap, sitting in front of him, though his hands never break from mine. “I’d love that.” He shakes his hair out from behind his ears, his bangs covering his eyes; but I catch the sudden color in his face. He’s still so nervous around me, as I am with him. I laugh; a real laugh that makes me feel so light.

He smiles, a wide and open smile. “What?” He asks and I shake my head, still laughing. “I just..I don’t think I’ve liked anyone the way I like you before.” I squeeze his hands, warm in mine. He flushes and giggles. “I could say the same to you, lover.” Lover. The pet name leaves me feeling so fuzzy. My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. I close the small gap between us, pressing my lips against his in a way I haven’t with anyone before him. I can feel him smile through the kiss, and I smile too.

August 21. 1:24 am.

“Wait, you’re telling me with all of those bands you like, you’ve never been to a concert before?” Gage asks as he sips his tea, sitting in a booth opposite from mine. I shake my head. “Nope. I mean- I wish I had of course, but…” I gaze at the floor of the dimly lit 24-hour cafè. “I’ve just never had the money for it when they do come here.” A lie. I hate to lie, especially to people I actually give a shit about- but really, there’s no way around it with the way I have to live. I don’t want to drop my shitty situation onto him, so it’s so much easier- nicer- to lie.

He nods. “I get that. Where’d you say you work again?” He wonders aloud, tilting his head. I take a bite of the semi-warm chocolate chip cookie in my hand. “Library. I’m the assistant,” I place the cookie down. “Y’know, putting books back where they belong and shit.” He smiles sweetly, and I can’t help but to smile too. “Awh, do you like that? I know you read a lot.” I sigh, leaning against the cushiony booth behind me. I love the way he just knows stuff about me.

“I do, actually. It's good pay and when there’s nothing else to do and no people that need help, I can read.” I pick up my glass of coke and take a few sips of it. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve been wanting to get into reading lately,” his fingers tap lightly on the mug in his hands. “I just don’t really know where to start.” I perk up at that, placing my glass down. “I have a lot of books you could read!” I smile sheepishly. “The first and only piece of furniture I bought was my own bookcase. I started getting too many books, they all couldn't fit on my desk anymore,” I could feel my face heat up.

He giggles, making my face feel even warmer. “That’s..really cute actually.” I huff. “Hey, you’re supposed to be the cute one,” I argue teasingly, finishing the last bit of my cookie. He shakes his head, giggling some more before taking another sip of his tea. “You can be cute sometimes too.” I shake my head too, giving up.

We continued talking for a bit in that shabby little diner. I’m still surprised his mom let us go out so late. John doesn’t even like me going out past sundown. Even though it’s been only a week of talking to him, I think I’m starting to really like him. I can’t let myself rush into this like I usually do, though. If Gage is good for me, the last thing I want to do is mess that up. The walk back to Gage’s house is silent- a comfortable silence. His hand is warm in mine, contrast to the chill of the late summer breeze. I can’t stop smiling until we reach the door.

He takes out his keys and unlocks it, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. He smiles at me and takes my hand again as he leads me inside. I don’t smile back, my cheeks are sore from all the smiling I’ve already done. I shut and lock the door behind me. He takes me upstairs and into his room. I take off my shoes and place them neatly by his door, watching as he does the same.

I sigh as I lie down on his comfy bed. It’s much nicer than mine, soft but firm. Mine is missing springs, dents in the mattress where they should be. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I look over at Gage and he’s pulling his sweater over his head. I can’t help but smile at the sight, my cheeks screaming in protest. I’ve never seen him without it. His t-shirt hangs loosely on his thin frame, making him look smaller than he already is. “I didn’t think you could look any cuter.” I move to lay on my side, resting my head on my hand. He smiles at me, though I can see the light blush at his ears. “Shush. Do you want one after me?” I think for a bit. I probably should. “Yeah, sure. As long as I get to listen to music.” He giggles. “If you want. I won’t take long.” He takes out some clothes from his drawer, then goes to the bathroom in his room. He shuts the door and I pick up my phone. I turned it off a while ago, so I could enjoy my time with Gage.

I turn it on, chewing on my lip as I wait for the android screen to change. As soon as it does, practically a million notifications pop up. I groan, already knowing where most of them came from. I scroll through and swipe away all the missed calls and messages from John. There’s no point in responding now. I’ll send him a message in the morning. I get rid of all the youtube notifications. I don’t really feel like watching any of them. I stop when I see Xander’s name.

August 21. 12:34am.

Xander: Hey Y/N. We need to talk. Meet tmmr at 2?

I can’t help but stare wide-eyed at the message. He hasn’t texted me since…June 7th- when he asked me to come meet him at the mall with his now ex girlfriend. What is it he wants to talk about? We’ve needed to talk for the past 5 goddamn months. I swear to god, if he wants to talk about some dumb shit again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from blowing up on him this time.

I roll my eyes and text him back. Despite being really annoyed, I really do want to talk with him. Even if he wants to talk about dumb shit, I’ll make him listen to me.

August 21. 2:13am.

okay. where?

As I’m placing my phone down, the screen lights up again. My eyebrows furrow. Xander messaged me back already? Bitch must be desperate.

Xander: How about that bookstore you always wont shut up about?

Okay, consider me confused. He’s never wanted to go to the bookstore, let alone go somewhere that I like. I sit up, texting him back again.

works with me, but why there?

Xander: Idk. Thought youd like that ig. Could get lunch after. I’ll pay

i cant say no to free food

Xander: K. C u then

C u

I hear the sound of the door swinging open and I look over. All thoughts of Xander escape my mind as I gape at the boy by the door. “Told you I wouldn’t take long,” Gage mumbles as he dries his hair with a towel. I can feel the bite of the blush rising up my cheeks. “I didn’t doubt you.” I look back down at my phone for just a minute, clicking out of the messages app and opening my music app. I look back at him and he’s shaking his head. Adorable. I stand up, sliding my phone in my pocket. I walk over to him and he flushes as I get closer. “You look so pretty,” I smile before placing a small kiss on his lips. His face goes pink and the bathroom light illuminating his face doesn’t hide it at all. He shakes his head, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Take your shower, dummy.” He goes to the edge of his bed, kneeling down to open my backpack. I chuckle as I watch him take out my clothes. I wonder how he’d look in them.

After my shower, I look in the mirror as I dry my hair. I sigh, leaning closer to look at the deep purple lines under my eyes. They’ve been getting worse even though I’ve been getting…okay sleep. Could be stress, I guess. Or maybe it’s the nightmares finally catching up to me. I turn my gaze away, tossing the towel into the hamper by the door. I turn off the light and open the door. Gage is already in bed, his phone placed on the bedside table. He moves his arm over the blanket, lifting it up. “I’m tired. Come sleep?” I smile sheepishly and place my phone on the table next to his before sliding into bed with him.

August 21. 10:16am.

Sleeping in a bed next to Gage made the nightmare go away. I didn’t dream or anything, but that’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while. I look down at the boy beside me. The light peeking through his curtains bathes him in a light that makes his skin look like it’s glowing. The sight takes my breath away. I move my hand up to brush his bangs out of his face slowly, pressing my fingertips against his face. I don’t dare move anything else. I don’t want to wake him up. I let out a silent breath. I try not to think of the messages I must have from John. I need to stop letting him ruin these moments for me, especially when he’s not even fucking here.

“You like watching me sleep? Creep,” Gage murmurs, his eyes opening slowly. My face heats up. “How could I not when you look this enchanting?” I smile. He closes his eyes again, a smile of his own touching his lips. “Shut uppp,” he whines, scooching closer to me. He pushes his face into my chest, and I laugh. “Going back to sleep?” I ask as I pet his hair. He hums and it vibrates my chest, making me feel so nervous. He mumbles something against my shirt. “What was that?” I chuckle. He pulls back, groaning. “I said I guess I probably shouldn’t. You need to go home sometime today.” He stretches, and I watch him. “Doesn’t that just mean we have to spend as much time together as we can until I leave?” I smile. He huffs and looks up at me. “I guess.” He tries but fails, a smile pulling at his lips.

After we share a few more kisses, we decide to get up and get something to eat. We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk for a while. He’s taking me to his favorite breakfast place that’s just outside his neighborhood.

My gaze is on the houses as we pass them. His neighborhood is the nicest I’ve ever been in, which doesn’t say much. All my previous friends have had run-down looking houses, and the others in their neighborhoods weren’t any better. The best was always Xander’s, until he moved out of his parents’ to live in a shitty garage-turned-apartment on his own. Xander. I miss Xander. My face droops a bit at the thought of him, and the thought of seeing him later today. I think Gage notices, but if he does he doesn’t say anything. I chew on my lip. I don’t need to think about him when I’m with Gage.

He leads me up to the door of the restaurant and opens it for me. I smile. “Already opening doors for me,” I smirk smugly. “Shhhh,” He shushes, walking in after me. The restaurant is small, about five tables inside with two outside. The smell of butter, syrup, and eggs fills the air with an oddly comforting scent. I walk him over to a table with two chairs in the corner, right by the window. He sits in the chair opposite of mine, and I look out the window. From here, I can really see how nice his area is. The sidewalks on either side are free from overgrown grass and cracks in the cement; no potholes in the pavement nor broken beer cans or burnt and stomped out cigarettes. Though he doesn’t live far away from me, we’re still miles apart.

“Hi, welcome to Granny’s kitchen. What can I get you?” I turn my gaze to see a short, dark skinned girl. She looks around our age, no lines of age gracing her clear skin. Her hair is braided and tied back into a low ponytail. There’s menus already laid on the table. How was I so focused on just the outside? I pick up the menu, my eyes scanning the laminated paper quickly to find something. I feel Gage’s fingers on my hands, sliding up and down so gently I almost didn’t catch it. “We’re gonna need a bit more time. Could I get a cup of herbal tea?” I look back up at him, and though he’s speaking to her, his eyes are on me- and he’s smiling. My face flushes and I resist the all too familiar urge to pull away. The waitress nods at him then turns to me.

“And for you?” She asks. “I’ll just have water.” She offers me a small smile. “Gotcha. I’ll be back with those drinks in a bit.” She turns away and heads to the kitchen door. I look at Gage, and his fingers are tracing mine as my hands still grip the menu. I bite my lip and look down. On the menu are a selection of breakfast, lunch, and dinner options. Though I prefer dinner or even lunch over any breakfast stuff, the chocolate chip pancakes catch my eye.

Under the breakfast options are breakfast sides to choose from. I can’t eat much, so I’m going to have to hope they let me get the kids. “Do you know what you’re getting?” Gage’s voice brings me out of my thinking. I look up at him. “Oh. Yeah, I think so. Um, do you know if they have an age limit for the kids portions?” I ask nervously. It feels so embarrassing to ask a question like that. What kind of 17 year old boy orders off the kids menu?

“No, they don’t.” And there’s that sweet smile. “I usually order off of it. I don’t have a big appetite most of the time,” his hand is still resting on mine and, instinctively, I pull my arm away. Something keeps me from letting him touch me this much, in this way; I don’t know what, but right now, I don’t really care to think about it. “Good. Me neither.” I respond, my gaze dropping back to the menu, though I’m done reading it. He doesn’t speak up again until the waitress comes up to the table, which makes me wonder if I did something wrong.

“Here’s your tea, and your coke,” She speaks as she places our drinks down in front of us. She smiles, and I can see she’s got those cool fang piercings. “Need more time?” She asks, glancing from me to Gage and back. “I think we’re good.” I look over at Gage and he nods. “I’ll have the kid’s chocolate chip pancakes with bacon.” I don’t usually eat out like this, so the words sound shaky and not right coming out of my mouth. Luckily, the waitress doesn’t seem to mind, or care. “Alright, and for you?”

Gage tells her his order, and she walks back off after telling us it won’t take long. The rest of the breakfast goes by quickly, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I like spending time with Gage, especially when it could be considered as a date, but I can’t help but feel this weird sinking feeling. As if something’s going to go wrong at any moment. That, plus I’ve been so anxious the whole time about seeing Xander in just a few hours. It doesn’t feel right. None of this feels right.

When I went to take the bill, Gage swoops it up. “I was gonna-” “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You paid at the diner last night,” He smiled at me before taking out his card. I bit my lip. I wanted to say he doesn’t have to. I wanted to say he shouldn’t pay for me because I don’t deserve that kind of treatment. But, as always, I said nothing.

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta x you #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x male reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #male reader #x male reader #slenderman

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miistymemorii · 2 years

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One Day Off

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

summary: you are worried about how hard josh has been working, so you convince him to stay in bed all day.

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

warnings: a little angst, snuggly/domestic fluff, p in v smut, oral (m/f recieving), slight fdom, dirty talk, face sitting, cowgirl

a/n: I finished this at 4 am dear fucking lord

You had always known that Josh Kiszka was a stubborn man. Even when you were just friends, you had been keen to the signs that he was overexerting himself, always trying to do for others like it was his life mission. When you had gotten a cold, he insisted he come over and nurse you back to health, even though you knew he’d most likely get sick himself, which he did. He called you from the road, and you could tell when he sounded exhausted or scratchy in the voice. You would coax him into talking about his problems, which led to him ranting about how he felt like his voice was going, or how he had to perform with migraines, all because he just wanted to make people happy with his gift of music. Countless times it had taken everything in you to get him to open up about his own stresses, and every time you had been more than happy to help in any way possible. He was a giver, a lover, someone willing to give his entire being for the joy of others. You loved him for it, but sometimes you wondered whether or not it would cause him to burn out.

You had picked him up from the airport at 5 am, but he had insisted on going to the studio at 7 with the band to work. You, of course, had insisted that he needed to rest, having just come home from a strong of oversea shows. He had given you a gentle forehead kiss and promised he would be home for dinner. When it turned 7 o’clock, you started dinner, making Josh’s favorite pasta and even baking brownies for after. You waited after the food was all done, but time kept passing. When you glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 10 pm, you heart sunk. You quickly put the food away and got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and even re-showering despite having showered before going to pick Josh up, anything to pass the time and bring the man you love back to you. When you came out of the steamed bathroom, there was no sign of Josh. It was nearing 11 and you knew he’d be upset with himself if you waited up for him, so you tucked yourself into bed, clinging to the edge of his pillow and hoping sleep would come soon enough for you to wake up with Josh in your arms.

Thankfully, sleep did come quickly, and you woke up the next morning to Josh clinging to your side, his face buried against your neck. You smiled and reached over, turning to face him. He was sound asleep, his mouth slightly agape. You sighed happily and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. His nose twitched and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he started to wake up. His eyes opened barely, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“G’morning mama.” He rasped. His arms reached out to envelope you, pulling you even closer to him, your legs slotting against his.

You leaned your face in a little, snuggling your nose against his. “Hi honey. Sleep good?”

He nodded slowly and took a deep breath, his eyes closing again. He started rubbing gentle circles into your back, which almost made you want to fall back asleep.

Almost.

“What time did you come home baby?” you whispered.

His eyes opened again, this time more so. “I... uh, like around 3, I think.”

You sighed and took his face into your hands. You locked eyes with him and said in a gentle, but firm tone, “I want you to rest today.”

You expected him to put up a fight. He always did, albeit a gentle one, one that made you cave in every time. Instead, he gulped, and he closed his eyes again, shifting his body downward to slow himself where his face was secured snugly into your chest. You giggled lightly, wrapping your arms a little tighter against him. After a while, you could feel him fall back asleep. You let one of your arms slowly fall away from him, reaching behind you to grab your phone, checking the time. It was only 8 am, so you decided to fall back asleep.

When you woke up again, your arms were empty again. Your eyes shot open, and you sighed loudly, a little disappointed. That feeling went away when you heard the bathroom sink turn on. You sat up a little in bed, a smile forming on your face as you called out for Josh.

The bathroom door opened, and Josh peeked his head out. He had a smear of partially dissolved toothpaste across his bottom lip, which made your chest bloom with adoration. He gave you a goofy smile before nodding his head back towards the bathroom before disappearing into it again. You reached for the tv remote and put on an episode of a show you had started while Josh had been overseas. He emerged a few minutes later, and you were more relieved to see he was still in his pajama pants. He yawned and quickly snuggled himself back under the covers. You lifted your arm up and he secured a spot against your side, humming contently to himself as he inhaled your scent. Your hand mindlessly stroked Josh’s arm for a few more episodes, before he tugged your hand upward in an attempt to get your fingers against his scalp. Your arm wasn’t quite long enough, the awkward angle making you gently shake your wrist out of Josh’s grasp.

You pat your lap and coo to Josh, “Come over here.”

He obliges, rolling over onto his front and nestling against your abdomen. His arms crept under your oversized night shirt, clinging to your back as you gently wrapped your own legs around his middle. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and as you began to soothingly run your fingers against his scalp, Josh let a soft sigh of relief. Your hands wandered, rubbing at his head, his shoulders, the parts of his upper back you could reach. Your heart sunk a little as you came across knots and tension in his muscles, the painful reminder of just how hard he worked.

After an hour, you figured Josh had fallen asleep, but suddenly he popped his head up from your stomach. You grinned as you looked down into those baby-cow brown eyes of his, still hooded with exhaustion.

Your smile turned into a smirk when his hands traveled out from your shirt, tugging at the hem slightly. “Need something?”

“Can you take your top off?” Josh said quietly.

Your hands cradled his face. “Can you ask nicely, hmm?”

Josh gulped, and you caught the slightest movement of his hips grinding down into the bed. “Please can you take your top off?” He said sweetly.

You gently helped him sit back and you removed your top. You expected him to instantly dive against your chest, but he sat back patiently. You noticed a slight slump in his shoulders, and that pang of pity struck you again. Josh’s eyes flickered from your face to your breasts then down to your legs. He began to move to the hem of your panties, but you grabbed his wrists and stopped him. You shook your head at the confused look on his face. Instead, you reached over and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him gently towards the pillows, signaling him to lie down.

Josh, ever the pleaser, followed your guidance and laid on his back, his curls laying softly against the pillow. You straddled him then leaned forward, your nose grazing his. “Let me take care of you today, hmm?”

His breath was quick and heavy against yours, but he nodded, and you gave him a small kiss before moving lower down the bed. Your hands glided over the skin of his chest, down to his tummy, where you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the area right below his belly button. he groaned softly, his hands gripping the bedsheets. You hooked your fingers past the hem of his sweatpants to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down all together. He lifted his hips to help you remove his pants, and you pressed soft kisses against his hips bone, which caused him to release more soft sounds from those beautifully sinful lips you loved so much. You took a moment to pull away from his skin to admire his cock, resting half hard against his thigh.

You noticed a twitch in his thigh. You looked up and saw Josh staring at you with pleading eyes. “Please... touch me, kiss me, let me touch you... anything.” Josh begged.

You shook your head, shutting him up by wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. “Joshy... listen to me. You work so, so hard, and I am always going to be proud of you. But today, just this once, I need you to let go. Let me work for you, hmm? Let me help you relax, even if it’s just for a few hours.”

Josh chuckled, a laugh cut off by your movements around his cock quickening ever-so-slightly, your thumb swiping against the tip. Still, he weakly joked, “A few hours? Hardly sounds like relaxing to me. Not that I mind-”

“Josh, darling?”

“Yes, honey?” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” You said with a smirk before immediately diving down and wrapping your lips around his cock. He groaned loudly at the contact, his hands gripping the bedsheets even tighter. You suckled at his tip for a few moments, your hand still keeping a steady pace stroking at him. You and Josh knew each other’s bodies well, and you knew each other’s sexual cues. When you were ready to cum, when you needed more, when you needed less, everything. It made every sexual interaction between the two of you absolute bliss, which was another one of the countless reasons why the two of you knew you were made for each other. It was something you had never had with another partner and something the both of you knew you would never find again. You worked your mouth down his cock, though the both of you knew you could go deeper. You increased the movement of your hand, which caused Josh’s breathy moans to increase into louder groans and whines. Your name tumbled softly past his lips in contrast to the way he groaned when you finally fully took him down your throat, your hand stopping at the base of his cock and squeezing. He let out a strangled shout, his hands flying to the back of your head before quickly pulling back, unsure of his own movements. As your tongue flatted against his cock, your head bobbing up and down, you took your free hand and grabbed his, returning it to the back of your head as a sign that he could hold you there. His fingers tightened in your hair, the slight pull providing a pleasurable sting that only egged you on. You could feel the way his cock was twitching, his body thrashing restlessly from under you as you sped up your movements, your hand abandoning his cock all together to grip his thighs, digging your fingernails in just enough to return the pleasurable pain he was giving you. That’s another thing you loved about sex with Josh: the giving and receiving. It was all the same, you did for him what he did to you and vice versa.

“Oh my... god...” He breathed out, his voice airy from his heavy breathing. He tugged on your hair once more as the tip of your tongue managed to reach his base. “Please...” He pulled his hand up slightly in an attempt to pull you off his cock, confirming further that he was nearing his orgasm. You hummed against his cock, the vibrations causing his body to thrash upwards, which forced his cock impossibly deeper down your throat. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs, wordlessly letting you know where he was and that you weren’t going to stop. “Fuck... fuckfuckfuck-” His cries increased in volume before he cut himself off as he came. You took all of it, of course, gripping his legs to keep them from accidentally knocking you off, Josh’s body thrashing wildly at his own climax.

When you finally pulled off of him, the both of you sighed in content. You sat back on your knees, watching as he came down from his high. His chest having, his face flushed his desire, his cock softening but still throbbing. His eyes had been closed, but he finally opened them and looked at you, a smile forming on his face. He extended his hand out to you, and you restraddled him, but not for any sexual reasons. You laid on top of him and he cradled your face, tucking a loose strand of hair out behind your ear. The two of you shared a tender kiss, albeit a short one as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I want to return the favor, my love.” He whispered against your lips. You shook your head and began to protest, but he shushed you. “No... please. I want it. I need it. You... you can come up here, sit on my face all pretty like you always do, hmm? You can completely be in control, move that pretty pussy against my tongue until you make yourself cum. Please...” He kissed your lips once more before hammering the final nail in the coffin that was your horny brain, “Use me. Use me to get off... please.”

And how could you say no to that, especially with the ache between your legs becoming too hard to ignore? You gave him one last kiss before fulfilling his request, shimmying out of your shorts and panties before straddling your knees on the sides of his legs. His tongue was out, anxiously awaiting to make contact with your heat. You gave him the prospect of one last out, telling him he could still say no, that the rest of the day could be spent with the two of you cuddling and eating junk food. But he insisted, not with words, but by the way his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you down against him. You gasped at the contact before your body kicked into autopilot, grinding down against him. His tongue lapped at you slowly, his grip on your thighs loosening as he remembered how little exertion you wanted him to give. Your own hands found solace in the headboard, using it to stabilize yourself as you ground down against his tongue.

“Fuck...” You whispered, your knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping at the headboard. You let out a string of pathetic whimpers as Josh’s tongue suckled at your cunt. He didn’t force your movements, instead guided you by catching onto your clit, your hips squirming but holding firm as he viciously sucked on your clit. “Josh... fuck, baby...”

It was his turn to hum against the most sensitive part of you, causing your body to jolt forward. He used his hands to pull you back down against him, completely burying himself against your cunt as your body’s movements became more erratic. Josh loved when you rode his face, and he usually brought you to an orgasm by putting in the most effort, babying you with both his tongue and as many fingers he could stuff inside you from underneath. You felt yourself quickly beginning to unravel, one of your hands threading in his hair as your orgasm washed over you, Josh’s tongue prodding inside your cunt as he lapped at your juices. Your legs shook as you quite literally rode out your orgasm, your chest heaving when you finally began to come down from it. You moved back slightly, hovering over his chest so that you could catch his eye again. He smiled up at you, his tongue dipping across his lower lip to clean up the mess you had left.

“You’re... amazing, you know that?” You said breathily, finally moving off of him.

You had figured that would be the end of it, but as you moved off the bed to fetch a small towel to clean up with, Josh’s hand grabbed at you once again. He yanked you back on top of him, causing you to giggle. His hands roamed your sides as he hummed in content, his eyes raking your body. “I don’t want to be done yet.”

Your eyebrow quirked, a small grin forming on your face. “Is that so? Did you forget the part where I said I didn’t want you to over-exert yourself?”

Josh rolled his eyes playfully then shot back, “I think we both know I’m a bad listener. Besides...” He sucked at his teeth before continuing carefully, “I think... there are ways, we can do it without me over-exerting myself. If... that’s really what you want-”

You kissed him again, “Baby, don’t worry. It’s okay, silly.” You ground down against his cock, which had already begun to recover. “Are you sure you don’t me to just suck you-”

“No, no... please. I want to be inside you. God, you know how abd I fucking want it. How much I love it. I can get what I want and I won’t have to work that hard for it... just like you want.” He flashed one of famous goofy smiles, then added, “Win-win for everyone.”

You shook your head with a chuckle, taking his cock in your hand and pumping him a few times before lifting your hips and sliding down onto him. You both groaned at the contact, your sounds melting together as you both took a moment to relish in the feeling. It hit you had long it had been since the two of you had been able to be like this, and it made you appreciate it even more. You were sure he felt the same, but he was the first to make a move, his thumb rubbing a gentle pattern into your hip as a soft signal to move. You obliged, obviously, and slowly began to ride him. His eyes were squeezed shut; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as you moved. Your own eyes drifted closed as you focused on the slow, steady rhythm you had set, but they quickly flew open when you felt Josh’s hand make contact with your ass cheek, the smack cutting through the soft sounds the both of you had been making.

You looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow, stopping your movements which caused him to whine. He gave you an apologetic smile, his cheeks reddening as he considered his action. “Mama, please... I don’t want soft and slow. Exhaust me, wear me out... you know I won’t break. This is what I want... please give it to me.”

Fuck.

The begging always got you, and you fulfilled his wishes, moving your hips quicker against him. He hissed but smiled, His head thrown back. You planted your hands down on his chest as you rode him, the feeling of his cock hitting the most sensitive parts of you quickly overwhelming you. He called out to you with every groan, moan, whine, and cry, which you returned with your own sounds. The symphony of proof of your shared pleasure was also met with the lewd sounds of your sexes moving against each other. It was beautiful, and for a brief moment you allowed your mind to wander, thinking back to all those times Josh had cuddled you, playing with your hair as he went on and on about the beauty of the sexual pleasure the two of you had shared. He was always going on and on with his poetic ramblings about every aspect of the love you had grown together, and you had always appreciated it, but in this moment, you understood what he meant.

“Oh, fuck, baby... I’m almost there...” Josh groaned. His hands clung to your hips, assisting in your movements. He was restless, though, and he moved his hands to your shoulders, pulling your torso down against him to where your bare chests were touching.

Your lips sought out his, whining against his mouth as your climaxes neared. Josh was rambling now, a slew of obscenities leaving his lips as he licked at your mouth, desperate for the most affection you could give him. He mumbled something against your lips, to which you gently prompted him to say what he was thinking. He finally managed to slur out, clearly too far pussy-drunk to form full sentences, “Inside.... please?”

You nodded and hummed, diving in for another kiss as the two of you reached your climaxes together. When you started to slow to a stop, a whine left Josh’s mouth, getting caught up against your lips, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he drained himself inside you. You let him stay inside, even after you had stopped moving and the two of you had caught your breaths.

Josh’s hands went to cradle your face. “My sweet, special girl...” He whispered, making your heart ache a little. He still sounded exhausted, and for a moment your mind went back to why you had insisted on resting today in the first place. He caught onto your worry, of course, and was quick to comfort you. “Thank you, baby, so, so much. You are so fucking amazing, that was so fucking amazing.”

You smiled down at him, tilting your face to kiss the inside of his palm. “Thank you, Joshy, you were too.”

“Pssht, I barely did anything-”

“Untrue, you dork. I just... wanted you to relax. And yeah, the sex was amazing, but I want today just to be a day of peace. You deserve a day of rest, a day free from stress-”

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing slightly in worry. “Oh, honey... my sweet girl. Always looking out for me. I promise I won’t leave this bed today. And neither will you. I know...” He let out a deep sigh, “I know I’ve been working a lot. And you know I hate being away from you, and I’m not trying to guilt you...” His eyes searched your face as his mind searched for the right words.

You didn’t let him answer, because you understood that he understood. You hadn’t exactly had the intentions of getting him to say that he was overworking himself, you had just wanted a day off to rest. It was what he deserved and the both of you knew it, even if his hard-working spirit had made him push any feelings of self-soothing down. After a while you moved off of him, returning to your earlier position where he cuddled up to your side. You spent the day listening to music, watching Josh’s favorite movies, and, of course, making love to each other with as little effort as possible. At the end of the night the two of you laid tangled in each other’s arms, noses touching.

“Thank you for today, darling.” Josh whispered to you. “I promise I’ll try and take it easier, okay? I could definitely use more days like these.

You nodded, rubbing your nose against his. You gave him one last kiss before whispering back, “Anytime, Josh.”

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michelle-is-writing · 7 months

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Forgotten Dinner, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 1.7k~

Warning: Little bit of angst, forgotten anniversary, sexual themes mentioned

The food in front of me made me sick to my stomach, seeing all of it just sit there without having been touched. A couple hours of putting it all together and setting it up seemed like a waste now as I haven’t even taken a bite of it since I put it on the table. I wanted to wait for Johnny to get home, but even though he had told me he’d be sure to be at home by 6, I still find myself alone as the clock on the stove turns from 10 to 11 pm. Today isn’t our marriage anniversary, but it is the anniversary of the day we met, so I wanted to surprise Johnny with dinner and a new lingerie set I got. It doesn’t help that he’s not answering the phone either, and I’m starting to feel like it all of this was a waste now.

Choosing to head to bed instead of wait up any longer, I put all of the food away in the fridge and lazily toss the dirty dishes in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Just as I reach the hallway, the sound of keys in the door stop me, leaving me to turn toward the front door and watch Johnny walk in. He wears a laughing grin on his face until he sees me by the hallway, still dressed in the velvet dress I picked out for tonight. At the same time, my eyes catch the butterfly bandages stripped across his eyebrow and the several bandages wrapped around his forearm.

“Hi, baby,” he says, an almost awestruck look currently on his face as he takes in my appearance. He certainly looks pleasantly surprised. “You look… fucking fantastic, what are you all dressed up for?” Hearing his words make me smile, but I still feel a small bit of heart ache at the reminder of the food I made and how much planning I put into tonight.

“Um, nothing anymore,” I almost mutter, reaching hand up to mess with the clip in my hair as I look to the carpeted floors. “You told me you were going to be home at 6, what happened?” I can’t help but ask him, crossing my arms in front of me as I swallow down the nauseous feeling in my throat.

“Jeff asked me if I could help film another skit with the guys, so I stayed to help them and kind of hurt myself,” he tells me, still lingering by the front door as he continues looking me up and down with that same facial expression. However this changes in a few moments as an almost scared look takes over him. “I… I think I forgot something important, what did I forget? What is today?” He asks, now closing the door as he begins racking his brain. Before he gets too far, I stop him and simply inform him by reminding him of today’s date.

“It’s the day we met,” I bitterly remind him, watching the color drain from him. My stomach somehow churns even more seeing the guilt take over his face. “You told me you’d be home at six, but it’s eleven now. I made dinner, it’s in the fridge. I think I’m just going to… go take a shower and go to bed,” I say, shaking my head lightly.

Just as I begin to turn to head up to our room, Johnny stops me. “What? I just got home, don’t you want to stay up for a little?” He asks, stepping into the middle of the living room. “Baby I’m so sorry I completely forgot today, please, I’d love to spend time with you.”

In any other moment, I would’ve smiled at the sweet words leaving his lips, but knowing he forgot that today was the day we met and that we had plans makes the smile stay away. “I think I’ve stayed up long enough,” I say to him, turning my face down to the floor again. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

Before he says anymore, I head up the stairs and into our room where I close our door and let my tears fall. He stayed back for the guys on the one night we discussed him being home on time. If only he could’ve done this any other night, then the issue wouldn't be as severe. There have been many nights in the past where Johnny has stayed late on set, but even then, he texted me on those nights to tell me - unlike tonight when he wouldn’t respond to any of my texts or calls.

After locking our bedroom door, I walk into our bathroom and stand in front of the counter. Staring into the mirror, I watch as my mascara slowly rolls down my face, causing me to wipe it away with a tissue. I really liked my makeup and outfit tonight, and I was really looking forward to Johnny seeing me dressed up tonight and how he might react. Although, I was anticipating how he would react to what I have on underneath my dress more.

With a small sigh, I throw the tissue in my hand away before sliding the straps of my dress down with the rest of the material following it. Looking back into the mirror, I run my hands down my lace clad hips and up to the straps of the matching lacy bra. As I adjust the straps to better hold it’s contents, I step back to look at myself in our mirror and smile. At least I like the way I look tonight. The set came with a waist band that connects to the underwear and it only helps to accentuate my waist and hips even more. I was hoping Johnny would enjoy it too.

A loud crash beside me scares me away from the sink and over to the bathroom window that is now open as Johnny clambers through it, putting his upper body through before almost throwing his legs in behind him. At the same time he does this, his head hits the corner of our bathtub, causing a groan to leave his lips as he crumbles on the floor and I rush toward him. Despite my questions over his head, Johnny barely pays attention to his own pain as his focus shifts to my lingerie clad body. “You were wearing that? For me?” He asks, still lying in the floor unmoving as if he were awestruck. “Baby, holy shit, when did you get this set?”

“Johnny, that’s not important!” I exclaim as I get on my knees beside him to observe his head. He didn’t crack it open, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t give himself yet another concussion. “You hit your head!”

“It’s not the first time, don’t worry please,” he reminds me, moving to sit up with a small smile. “I deserve it after making you wait for me all night dressed like this,” Johnny adds, looking me up and down with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, babe, after I got hurt, we sat around and iced all of our injuries. Not to mention, I broke my phone during the fall too,” he further explains, “I’m so, so sorry I forgot about tonight.”

After a few seconds, I sigh and brush the hair away from Johnny’s forehead where a goose egg is already forming. “I wouldn’t say you deserved to hit your head, specifically,” I tell him, “You’re not good at remembering dates, I know that; mostly because of the many times you have hit your head in the past,” My comment earns a guilty smile from Johnny as he turns to look away, knowing he can’t deny it. “But I do wish you would’ve been home earlier.”

“I should’ve been, and I am so sorry, baby,” he apologizes once more, closing his eyes before turning his head back to me. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I hate that I made you wait up, I hate that I’ve made you cry,” he adds, his eyes now open as he moves a hand up to brush against my previously tear stained face. “I’ll start being home by 6 every night, I’ll bring you flowers every week, I’ll let you tase me, whatever you want - please forgive me.”

His offers make me want to giggle, but I want to try and stay as serious as I can for right now. “I have a few ideas,” I tell him, taking his hands in mine before helping him stand up. He doesn’t wobble or anything, which is good; at least he doesn’t seem to have yet another brain injury to add to the long list of previous ones. For a few moments, Johnny looks me up and down like he did when he was on the floor, albeit this time, he doesn’t look so dopey. “Why don’t you start by helping me out of this?”

At my suggestion, he grins. “Of course, but babe,” Johnny starts, letting go of my hands to wrap one arm around my waist while he grabs my leg with his other hand. All the while, I brace myself on Johnny by holding onto his shoulders as he pulls me flush against him, my leg now curled around his hip with his arm keeping it secure there. “Tonight’s all about you, and I know it’s our anniversary but you deserve so much tonight,” he further tells me, sincerity deep in his voice. “I promise, I’ll try my hardest to make it up to you.”

After a few moments, I smile at Johnny. “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him, earning a smile back from him. “I love you, Johnny, even when your bad memory gets the best of you,” I add, causing him to laugh before connecting our lips. At the same time, he takes his arm away from my waist to pick my other leg up and hold me, causing me to cling to him even more as he begins carrying me to our shared bed. Lying me down on it, Johnny breaks our kiss and pulls away to smile down at me.

“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, staring at me with a hazed look in his eyes. That is, until a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now, just relax,” Johnny tells me, his hands sliding underneath the lace of my bra as he perches himself between my legs. “And I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”

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quigonswife8 · 11 months

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Johnny Cage x reader: depression

You may deal with depression but at least you have John to help you get through it

[gif creds: @mortal-kombat-1]

Warnings: depression.

Here for you if you ever need to talk, you're not alone❤️

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John Carlton, better known as Johnny Cage, is your partner of four years. The two of you wed in your hometown, and have been going strong just as long. He may be famous, adored by many, but he's still the same man you married. The same man that took your heart, and has kept it ever since.

The two of you trust one-another with your lives, would do anything for one-another. The day you told him about your depression he became more protective, more loving than he already was. He had sat down with you taken your hand in his and gave you a loving speech about never leaving you; even if the thoughts would convince you otherwise.

People would be confused, however; you're married to the Johnny Cage, you have unlimited money at your expense, a lavish house and plenty of food to last a life time. Gifts and limo rides, all the best places you've visited, and everything you've ever needed, so why would there even be depression.

Well even with all of this and more that's how depression works. As hard as you try and get that same happiness from what you used to love on some, if not most days, those same things don't bring that same meaningfulness, same happiness.

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The sun slithers in through your half-opened blinds; with a soft groan you rub your eyes. They move overt to the alarm clock crooked on your side-table, and in large easy to read the numbers 10:00 am.

John, currently at work, had left a cute handwritten note on the side-table:

Hey sweets I had to get going and continue filming the movie and all that, but I left you some money for you to order in. I'll see you at home later on.

-lots of love, your movie-star❤️

Your favourite perfume sprayed on the note brings a smile, even if it's small, to your face. You hold the note to your chest and sigh softly; he's always so considerate, so sympathetic and caring. He may have a big ego, even John admits to that, but that doesn't cloud the rest of his personality.

A quick glance at the clock 10:10. it feels so early despite it already being 10 in the morning. Though this isn't a rare occurrence and if there's anyone that knows that best, it's John; maybe that's why he left you money to order in, he had probably picked up your depressive mood recently. No words had to be exchanged, as John can read body language pretty well i.e. comes with being a movie star.

"I love you John..." the note still held to your chest.

For the rest of the day you lounge around; John sends the occasional message checking up on you. He leaves pictures of himself at work too.

11:01: thinking of you sweets, I love you heaps❤️

12:05: I just remembered this nice little italian joint when you're up for it i'd love to take you honey. Imagining you all dressed up is making me flustered ;) but you could wear a trashbag and still make me flustered anyway❤️

2:05: Sorry for the late reply sweets had to re-take this scene more times than I could count, but I’ll be home soon. I know that you’re not really doing well so I’m gonna finish wrapping up and I’ll be home.

All these messages and more bring a purpose to your life, that he always brings. No matter how down you feel Johnny always knows how to make you a little better, be it with compliments, cuddles, kisses, etc; he's your light in the dark, truly.

You run a hand over your face, the depression seeming to kick in bad. It's almost as if your mood did a full 180 when you already woke up feeling bad.

You doze off a few times before John returns to you, your love returns.

[3:05 pm]

A familiar door opening followed by the sweet sound of your husbands voice brings you out of the book you're ready. Placing it down on the bed your feet carry you downstairs to John, and John lights up seeing his beloved.

"Come here honey..."- his arms outstretched to hug you. You close the gap and wrap your arms around him in a kind of needy way, to which John happily obliges by tightening his arms around you.

"I'm so happy to be home..."

"And i'm happy you're home baby."

John rubs your back, and then pulls out of the hug. His right hand moving underneath your chin to tilt it up towards him; his eyes have softened, they only focus on you and nothing else. He missed giving you attention and you missed receiving it even if he was only gone for the day.

"You're so perfect, I swear I fall more in love with everytime I see you."- a soft chuckle following, though that smile he wears doesn't falter. "...look at you making this movie-star melt."

You giggle and look down, and John laughs softly.

"God you're adorable..."- and he leans down and kisses your cheek. "...now time to go lay down sweets.” without a second thought John scoops you up in his arms and carries you up to the room: he still has some movie makeup left on his face yet regardless he still looks perfect.

The thoughts make you wonder how he could even be with you, but your heart wins and you only melt more knowing he chose you.

John lays you down on the bed, adjusting the pillows and blanket. Then he crawls under the blanket and with one swift movement has wrapped you up in his arms once more, your head pressed against his chest.

He presses a soft kiss to your head and creates more room to be more comfortable while keeping you close; so close you can hear his heartbeat. It's calming.

"So...how have you been sweets? Im so sorry that you’re going through this…it’s bad, huh.” you love how well he can read you. You sigh and start:

"Yeah I haven't been great John. My...depression has been bad, i've been trying to manage it but it only gets worse. I barely left the bed today I know I should have but I...I just couldn't..."

John's heart breaks even more, and he tightens his hold but not uncomfortably. "Oh honey I'm so sorry." and he presses another kiss to your head, it's so...sweet and so calming. "...I may not be going through what you're going through but that doesn't mean you're not, and I'm so sorry you have to deal with this shitty thing."

John sighs softly and closes his eyes. "...but like I always say i'm here for you no matter what and you know what? I'm gonna take a week off work to be here with you-"

"But John-"

"No buts." he hushes you softly. "...the movie can wait, your health and wellbeing is more important. That’s why I wrapped up early to be here for you. So how about we spend the week just lounging around watching cheesy movies in our pajamas.”

Oh you love this man.

"Really?"

He squeezes your hand and smiles, those pearly whites on display.

"Really sweetheart. God if the movie has to be stopped altogether I could care less, because you're my world sweets, and you mean more than some fake movie. So I'm gonna pamper you and show you all the love and attention sweetheart." and he pulls you closer and presses yet another kiss to your head. "...because you deserve it all, and more. My angel."

Shifting your body, you smile. You smile and press a kiss to his cheek which makes him blush a little, and then you put a hand on his cheek, and keep it there. The love in both of your eyes are so evident.

"I love you, so much."

You settle back into his arms and John keeps you close to his chest, to his heart. Your breathing evens out and you find yourself drifting off in his loving embrace; before that happens he whispers an I love you, then, you're out.

John looks down at you so lovingly, and he pulls the blankets up, resting his head on the pillow being careful not to wake you.

He takes another look at you, another "I love you." falling from his lips, then like you John is out. The two of you asleep in one-another's arms, almost like you're the only two people left in this world and nothing else matters.

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#johnny #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #john carlton #mk1 #comfort fic #depression fic

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 5 months

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Just a bet Chapter 11

6:13 pm

The car's engine turns off, you look through the window encountering Chan's apartment.

you look at him and he smiles softly, his smile telling you that you will be ok

"Come on, let's go inside before it starts raining" his soft smile never leaving his lips, making you feel calm and safe

you get out of the car, making sure not to slam the door of his car as you help him get your bags out of the car

he takes his keys out and locks the car before putting them back in his pocket and taking out his keys to his home, he opens his door and lets us in

"Welcome to my house" he smiles as he puts both keys on the little table near the door, he takes off his shoes as I do as well

"thank you," I tell him almost in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear me

"let me get you to your room" he carries your bag with two hands and leads the way to the room you will be staying in for now.

as you walk through his home you can see the living room a black, soft couch with a white blanket that lays unfolded in the left corner of the sofa, but to the left of the living room there stands the kitchen with all its light out, as well the hallway that has 4 rooms in it, Its a small apartment, but it's s great size just for him o live in it.

at the end of the hallway, there are 2 rooms in front of each other; thin paper walls cover the whole house.

He opens the left door of the 2 rooms at the end of the hallway "Here is your room, I hope you feel comfortable in it, and if you need something my room is just in front of yours" he lets a laugh through he smiles nervously

"no, don't worry Chan thank you for everything actually" You look at the floor feeling embarrassed of his kindness in letting you live with him for now

"ok then I will let you get comfortable, the bathroom is in the room next to you, and please tell me if you need something I will be in the living room" he smiles at you and closes your door

you can feel his pity towards you and you hate it, but you also thank him for getting you out of that hell as you look around the room you see a single bed with white bedsheets the wall behind it is also white which makes it look clean with a single table next to the bed with small cabinets

It also had a small wooden closet in the corner of the room you rool your bag next to the bed and sit on the edge of the bed

you hug your knees thinking about your next step, you can't live here for free you will need to pay him, help him with rent, food, water, and electricity, and your job is only a part-time at a 24/7 cafe that pays me $7 per day and I only work 4 days a week and per month that is $112

It would not be sufficient to help him out, that's why I couldn't live on my own.

Let's hope he doesn't tell me to pay right away so I have time to look for another job to work as well. As your mind is making numbers of how much you will need to pay Chris per month it adds up to $240 per month

That is impossible you nearly make $100 per month how the fuck will you be able to pay him!

your thoughts get interrupted by a knock at your door and then it opens

"Hey, you still up for some tacos? we can order it online and watch a movie if you want?"

You sit back in the right position not hugging your knees anymore

"Sure, takeout sounds nice" You try to put a smile on your face, but he could read the stress in the way your body was tense and the way you were sitting before.

"ok I will order and will it in the living room so I can play a movie" he smiles and closes the door

you look back to your suitcase open it and change your clothes into some sweatpants and a loose shirt that displays AC DC in it.

you go out of the room to go towards the living room You look at Chan who is on the doorstep picking up the takeout from the man "Thank you" you hear him say to the man and he closes the door

"Hey, you ready?" he asks you and sits on the couch "Yeah"

he changed his clothes from jeans to a black shirt to shorts with the same black shirt

"Love the shirt by the way," he tells me looking at the AC DC logo " I love their music" he comments "Me too they have amazing songs," you tell him

"Come sit here" he pats the spot next to him as he saw you awkwardly standing there

I bought chicken and need tacos and there is some consome in the bag" he signals to the food in front of you on the coffee table

"thank you" You smile and grab a plate that was lying next to the tacos and grab a chicken one

he bites into the beef taco and looks at you pointing to the TV "What would you like to watch?" he sits back putting his feet up on the couch

"whatever you want is fine" You bite into your food

"what genre do you like?" he asks you, not choosing a movie himself

"anything but horror" he nods and opens up the Netflix app

"how about comedy" he gives you the option to choose

"Sure" You cover your mouth that had the food you were chewing

"how about grown-ups?" you nod and swallow your food

"great movie" Your comments get him to choose the movie as it starts playing

8:56 pm

the movie finished, nothing weird happened you both had a good distance between each other and actually laughed together forgetting about the reality of the world for a moment.

"I bought strawberry ice cream," he says as your eyes widen at the sound of your favorite ice cream

"would you like some?" he offers as you agree

"let me help you" you offer your help as he nods and you both make your way to the kitchen

you open the freezer to take out the ice cream and he takes out the bowls and spoons

"do you want to serve or do you want me to serve?" he asked

"I can serve, it's fine," I say as he nods and goes over to the couch to pick up the dirty plates and wash them

as you both finish you guys eat your ice cream in quietness sitting on the couch

"Are you ok?" he asks you as eat your ice cream slowly

"yeah I'm ok" You look down at your lap

" hey you know you can talk to me right?" he puts his hand on your knee and you look at him

you hold your breath so you keep yourself from crying "Umm" you find difficulty trying to form sentences from all the emotions that want to come out of you.

but you break when you feel him put his cup on the table and hug you, tears immediately leaving your sad eyes

he doesn't say anything but just holds you while you sob in his arms, feeling guilty that his helping you, feeling embarrassed by the words your father said about you and he had to hear it, also feeling guilty about crying when you should be discussing ways to help him while you find a place to stay.

"I just feel horrible for everything, and now I feel bad for dragging you onto this" Your sobs get harder

"no don't say that and don't worry about it ok?"

he holds u rubbing your back until you calm down

until you feel your eyes get heavier

and heavier so you let them shut down

Hey guys here is chapter 11 hope you guys enjoy

I have quite a surprise for Chapter 12 (it gets spicy)

and Chapter 13 to the end will have longer Chapters (no longer 1k but 2-3k words)

I also am going to post a one-shot for Wednesday

remember requests are open

Taglist: @stayceebs97 @foivestarrsketchez @salfetkablog @strayywayy @oddracha

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crazyrav3n · 3 months

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The devil's mark - Peter Steele x reader Chapter 2

beginning conflict :3

"I'm mostly sober- let me drive you home sweet thing," Peter muttered, and you couldn't help but giggle at his words. "Mostly sober." It would be fine- he had only had a little bit to drink. Your vision was- really blurry and it felt amazing. You felt amazing. You felt warm- you felt a little tingle on your cheeks, growing warm. Peter grabbed his keys and paid his tab- also paying your tab. it didn't bother you- you were too shitfaced to really care about most right now. Standing up, it felt like your legs had betrayed you. you wobbled around- creating a laugh from Peter as he wrapped an arm around the back of your waist, stabilizing you.

He put you in the passenger seat of his car, buckling your seat belt with a small giggle as he stared at you. There was very obviously- romantic tension between you two.

He clicked the keys in, and as you heard the car start and felt it begin to move you felt more slumped and tired by the second. Ugh. You would have a hangover in the morning, at least you didn't have much to do tomorrow anyway.

Closing your eyes before you felt a callused palm reach for your thigh, softly rubbing his thumb over the skin of your thigh. It tickled a little, or maybe you were just drunk. It felt comfortable- he was quite warm.

Before you knew it, you were asleep. your eyelids.. slowly blinking and fading out of vision and you... were...

gone.

(honk mimimimimimimi)

Ugh... What the fuck?

My head…

Your head horribly throbbed from the alcohol from last night, not remembering much from the night previous. Besides- a phone number written down on a note on your table. Fuck. Did I hook up with someone last night?

No.. It was- that strange guy from last night.

Peter.

Later- after a little sleep Y/N finally got to work with cleaning a little bit. They ate some food, nothing too bad.

“Should I text?“ The question pondered in my head. It would be nice to know if we hooked up last night- but there weren't any really signs that we did.

“Hey, this is Y/N from the bar.”

You typed the message slowly after entering the phone number into your phone, producing a sigh from you.

Was this a good idea? Meeting a random guy from the bar?

Fuck it. It had been a while since you had dick, why not try it?

Peter: Hi there sweet thing.

Peter: You were shitfaced last night.

Y/N: I was? I don't remember anyway.

Y/N: Did we hook up? Anything? Just for safety?

Peter: Lmao. No, I just took you back to your place. I wish.

“I wish.”

Fuck.

Peter: you interested in going to a party? I'm supposed to invite everyone I can.

And out of the impulse and head over heels you were for this man-

Y/N: Where is it at?

Peter: XXX Notarealaddress Ave. Starts at 12 Tonight

Y/N: I'll be there.

I mean, college is about partying, isn't it?

And drinking more for sure gets rid of a hangover.

It had been a while since you were even involved with a guy-

It was so hard to even keep up with your classes, it was insane to think about having a relationship. Maybe it would be better as hookup buddies.

It was hard to think- your brain filled up with so much fog from the pain of a headache.

Ugh.

Fuck me.

11:42

This was pretty late for a party- normally they started more around 8 or 9 PM.

I guess it all depends.

11:53

Loading yourself into your car, you put the keys in and gave it a start.

11:59

Your heart sinks as you scan the crowded party, out in the forest.

A great place for a party.

searching for Peter. When you finally spot him across the room, the sight makes you freeze. There he is - the famous Peter Steele - locked in a passionate kiss with a stunning woman you don't recognize. He's on top of her, tongues in each other's mouth and it almost makes you sick to your stomach to see it.

Time seems to stand still as you process the scene before you. The pulsing music and chatter of the party fade into the background. You feel a confusing mix of emotions wash over you - disappointment, jealousy, embarrassment at your own naivety. How could I think he would like me?

We- we were just friends. Nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, you try to compose yourself. You debate whether to quietly slip away unnoticed or to put on a brave face and mingle as if nothing's wrong. Just then, Peter's eyes flick open and lock with yours across the room. His expression shifts to one of surprise as he pulls away from the woman with a smile on his face- to see you.

Why are you this jealous? You guys- aren't even anything. God damn it.

Fuck him- fuck everything.

Tears well up in your eyes as the reality of the situation hits you. You shouldn't feel this way - after all, you and Peter are just friends. But the ache in your chest is undeniable. Blinking rapidly to hold back the tears, you turn and make your way through the crowd towards the exit.

People give rude glances to you as you wander off.

As you push past people, you hear a familiar voice calling your name. Footsteps approach from behind, and suddenly Peter is there, his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong? Where are you going?" he asks, concern evident in his deep voice. It's that same stupid silky voice from before. You know you shouldn't be mad, but you can't fucking help it.

You freeze, torn between the desire to run and the need to face him. Slowly, you turn around, struggling to keep your composure.

"I... I'm fine," you manage to say, your voice wavering. "I just.. Feel sick. I'm going home.“

Peters's brow furrows.

“Did something happen- did I do something Y/N?”

The worry in his voice only makes the situation worse- more tears fall from your face.

You cant do anything besides shake your head- look away and run off back to your truck.

A sigh of relief comes over you as you get inside, starting the car before Peter can reach it and quickly drive off.

Turning the radio on, pumping up the music loudly to distract yourself… But it doesn't help. Nothing helps.

You shouldn't feel this way.

He just saw you as a friend.

#type o negative #peter steele x reader #peter steele #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #wattpad

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issdisgrace · 8 months

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MJF WITH A SINGLE DAD

WARNINGS: None

Max doesn’t care that you're a single dad. Why would he?

Just because your a dad doesn’t change how he feels about you. And it doesn’t change who you are. You are still you. And you having a kid doesn’t change any of those things.

But he will ask a couple of questions. Like what’s their name? How old are they? Is there mother in the picture?

You tell him what your son's name is, and that he is 10 going on 11. But it’s that last question that flips everything thing on its head. That’s when you tell Max that you are trans, so you are technically the mother. And that no the other father isn’t in the picture. Due to you getting pregnant when you where 16 and them wanting nothing to do with the kid.

Max is honestly very confused. Like he had no clue you were trans. But there wasn’t really anyway for him to know either way because you have been on testosterone for a long time, you've had all the surgeries, and your name had been legally changed for years.

But despite all these revelations, Max is still absolutely and utterly in love with you. These things don’t change that and he makes that clear.

However, he is worried that your son wouldn't like him or the fact that he is seeing you. You reassure him that your son has no problem with the fact that you guys are seeing each other and that your sure he will like him.

Your words put him at easy a little but doesn't squash all the what ifs that are running through his head. Then eventually you ask him if he wants to meet your son. And despite all his anxiety surronding meeting your son, he says yes that he does want to meet him.

You guys discuss a place and time. Letting Max choose where and when the meeting will take place, sensing his anxiety wanting things to happen in his own ballpark.

Max decides on a little family owned resturant that serves some of the best food in New York. He also decides that he wants to meet up around 1 pm for lunch next Saturday.

Leading up to the meeting, Max is extremely anxious. His worries that your son won't like him consumes him and he almost calls it off multiple time.

But the day comes and then the time. And he meets your son and they click. They get along great and all the worries fade from Max's mind.

It also helps that your son is a carbon copy of you. In looks, personalitly, and intrests.

Meaning he also has things in common with your son so that defintly helps the situation.

Things go fantastic so after lunch you guys go to the mall just to walk around. Your son wants to go into the Lego store. So you guys go in and it ends with Max dropping a couple hundred on different lego sets.

Max doesn’t really care about the amount he spent as he thinks it was worth it as it warmed his heart seeing how excited your son got over the lego sets. Max is also definitely coming over to help your son put the sets together. It’s also a good way to bond with him so that is a plus.

Anyway when the night comes to an end and Max goes home for the night he is thinking about how he wants to marry you and adopt your son and become his second dad.

So it is safe to say that Max will be around for a long time to come.

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thewulf · 2 years

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Hi! Not sure if you accept requests for celebrities but figured I’d send it anyway!!! Would you be able to do a miles tellers reader where they meet in San Diego while he’s filming but she doesn’t recognize him at all and doesn’t know he’s in a relationship and is having issues. But they somehow end up together??

Thank You Kind Stranger || Miles Teller

A/N: This was a fun one! Def made me step out of my comfort zone. Sorry it took so long. I have a class that just started up, so I’ll be posting a bit slower. Hopefully you enjoy 😊

Pairing: Miles Teller x Y/N

Word Count: 5,500+

Stepping out of your apartment you took a deep breathe in, enjoying the salty air you had come to love. You weren’t originally from San Diego, but a job offer and a few years of living in the city you had officially called it home. You had always dreamed of living near the beach. Growing up, your family would take a beach vacation to somewhere new every year. You grew to love these vacations and associated the beach with some of the happiest times in your life. Always seeing yourself on the coast you never dreamed of ending up in San Diego, nonetheless you loved it.

You found yourself an incredible group of friends. It took a while, but you weaseled your way into their group. They took you in like the stray you were.

Your only issue with the city was how crowded it always was. You thought you knew what you were getting into moving to a tourist destination, but you were sorely mistaken. Places that should be five minutes away take at least twenty to get there. It was an adjustment. One you were still trying to figure out.

Your solution to this problem was to do your weekly errands at the weirdest times. That’s how you ended up in a grocery store at 11 PM on a Saturday night shopping for your weekly essentials. Headphones in you started browsing up and down the aisles only grabbing what you needed.

Everything was going smoothly up until you made it to the flour. Frowning, you realized the only flour left was on the top shelf all the way in the back. One of the drawbacks of shopping at this time? The shelves were never fully stocked. It was a give and take but for your sanity it was worth it. You needed that damn flour too. It was in almost all of your recipes for the week.

Looking up and down the aisle you made sure the coast was clear. Your first attempt was to jump and reach which ended in abysmal failure. Huffing you took a step back trying to reevaluate the situation and come up with a better solution. You realized your only two options were to either climb the shelves or to find an employee. You certainly weren’t going to go find an employee to ask, that defeated the whole purpose of shopping this late.

So, you opted to scale the shelves. Carefully you stepped on the bottom shelf making sure not to crush any of the food in your way. Still, you were too short to reach. Just before you were about to take the next step up you heard somebody clearing their throat from behind. Shit. You’ve been caught.

Realizing you probably looked like an idiot standing frozen on the grocery store shelf you slowly peeled yourself away. Gaining courage, you finally turned around seeing a strikingly handsome man standing there looking at you with an amused expression.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Smiling sheepishly at the man you rubbed the back of your neck out of sheer embarrassment.

“No?” He questioned before continuing, “It looks like you were trying to reach the flour?”

You continued smiling at him, this time your eyes going wide, “Well, it’s exactly what it looks like then.”

“Need some help?” He asked walking closer to you. He towered over your shorter frame. Damn, he smelled good too.

“Actually, I prefer to climb the shelves.” You wanted to continue the conversation, something very unlike yourself. That was why you were here at 11:30 at night, avoiding people.

He snickered, “You sure about that? Didn’t look like you were going to make it.”

“I’ll have you know…” You paused seeing how far back the flour was, you’d have to climb to the fourth shelf to get it. You needed his help. He had almost a foot on you, “I was definitely not going to be able to get it. I would love some help.” You grinned trying to play it off as cool as possible.

You finally got a good look at him when you turned back to admit defeat. He really was quite handsome. With dark curly hair topped with a pair of aviators he nodded, still chuckling at you, before going to get the flour for you. Curious, a pair of sunglasses this late at night. You wondered about the mustache, wasn’t too often a guy your age had one. It worked for him though.

It took all of your willpower not to ogle him as he stretched to reach it. You swallowed hard seeing how fit the man was. His arm muscles contracted as he brought the sack of flower down from the shelf, you tried looking away but were sure you had gotten caught staring. It wasn’t every day you came across a kind and handsome stranger man, your stupid brain just had to stare though.

He handed the flour to you with a smirk dancing on his lips, oh he definitely caught you staring, “Thank you kind stranger!” You gleefully took the flour from him ignoring the obvious tension, “You saved me from starving this week.”

He looked at you curiously when he handed it to you, not responding to your casual conversation.

“Well, thanks.” You tossed it into your cart getting ready to walk away, you never knew how to keep these conversations going.

“I’m Miles.” He stuck his hand out to you looking almost hopeful. Like he too wanted the conversation to continue.

Nodding you took his hand gently, “Y/N. Nice to meet you Miles. What brings you to the grocery store this late?” You asked, attempting to keep the conversation light. You were never very good at flirting with guys. Feeling stupid when they never flirted back with you, you often just simply opted for regular conversation.

Growing up with a house full of boys didn’t set you up for the success you thought it was. With two brothers and all of your cousins being boys, you didn’t have the girls needed to balance everything else. So, you grew up a true tom boy. It was the only way you knew hope to cope growing up around all boys. You constantly got shit for liking girly things, instead of dolls you opted for Legos. You just wanted to fit in with them.

You loved your childhood though. You were truly carefree, having the best of times running through neighborhoods like the hooligans you were. It was a blessing and a curse though. You were comfortable around men you just didn’t know how to flirt with them. Something you thought you’d pick up throughout the years, yet it never seemed to come naturally to you.

“Y/N.” He repeated under his breathe continuing to observe you. It wasn’t intense but you noticed, he was watching you for something, “What do you do?”

“I’m a zookeeper. Work at the San Diego Zoo.” You answered him without skipping a beat.

“Really?” He perked up, fully peaking his curiosity now.

You nodded excitedly, “I work with the big cats. Mostly the lions, sometimes the jaguars and cheetahs.” People often found your work interesting, but Miles looked fascinated.

The two of you began walking down the next aisle, immersed in the conversation that had just begun, “Super casual.” He spoke admiring how calm you sounded about it all.

You shrugged picking up a box of cereal, “They’re gentle giants. I think my kitty at home is more of an asshole than the cats at the zoo.” You grinned thinking about your kitties. You loved them, more than people most of the time. They really were gentle giants, big sweeties.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

You laughed this time, “House cats are rude. But so funny. I wouldn’t ever dare live without one.” You stopped grabbing some oatmeal realizing he wasn’t exactly shopping like you were, “I’m sorry Miles, you don’t have to shop with me. You don’t look like you were prepared.” You pointed to his basket instead of a cart.

“Don’t sweat it. This is the first interesting conversation I’ve had in a while.”

Smiling you continued, not letting your self-consciousness stop you now, “Alright, what do you do?”

He paused for a brief second looking a little panicked, “I work in the film industry.”

“What?” You stopped looking him up and down, “Now that’s cool! Not that cats aren’t cool. They’re really actually quite neat animals. But that’s… cool.” You wanted to facepalm yourself for your inability to flirt.

“Shoot, I’d argue taking care of a lion is far cooler than what I do.”

“They don’t talk back which is nice.” You answered nonchalantly wanting to know more but he clearly wasn’t willing to share. You were thrilled he thought you were interesting enough to talk to though. You did not want to push him, so you decided not to dig.

He gave you a genuine smile, a beautiful one at that, “But they could eat you.” He countered.

“You’re not wrong about that one. My cats are far too lazy to even try it though.” You stifled a laugh thinking how Izu, your male lion, made you bring him his dinner the other day instead of going to go get it. They’re pampered, spoiled rotten babies but you love them with your whole heart.

“Your cats?” He questioned. He was digging for more, maybe you’d try a little harder later when he wanted to share.

You hummed in agreement with him, “Izu and Mallie. Brother and sister. We got them a few years back as cubs. I got to bottle feed them and all. Their mom was killed in an accident, and they needed a home. I’m just closer with those two than I am the others. I got to bond with them when they could sit in my lap.”

Miles was an attentive listener letting you ramble on about your job. To be fair, he had asked you a million and a half questions about the job. And you sure did love talking about it, so he let you. He found you extraordinarily fascinating. Even more fascinating to him was that you seemed to not have a damn clue who he was. He found that refreshing, so damn refreshing. You were talking to him like he was just another guy off the street.

You were pulling him in, and you hadn’t even realized it. By simply treating him like a normal human you had broken down a long standing wall he often never let crack. Miles couldn’t believe how normal a conversation with a pretty girl could be.

Truth be told. His ‘relationship’, if that’s what you could even call it, was in utter shambles. He started hooking up with a coworker on set from a previous film with no intentions of actually dating her. His publicist caught wind of his plans and essentially tied his hands and made him maintain a relationship with the woman. She wasn’t terrible she just wasn’t what he was looking for. He wanted to be himself though and that wasn’t happening with any woman in Hollywood.

He wasn’t ever sure he would even be able to settle down now that his name had grown tenfold over the last few years. He was once in a long time relationship, but it blew up after never being able to see the poor girl. She broke up with him after the fiftieth time he had to cancel. He dated around here and there but was never able to find the one. People just used him for his fame and money. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to form a genuine connection with anybody again, people always wanted something from him.

So, chatting with you? It was absolute euphoria to him. He wasn’t lying when he said talking with you was the most interesting conversation he’s had in a while. Sure, being on set he was able to goof off and have fun with his coworkers turned friends every now and then. He knew there was no ill intent with the crew. He just craved an ounce of normalcy every now and then, which never seemed to come.

“Wait, you got to bottle feed lion cubs?” He asked. He thought you might just be the neatest girl he’s met in a long time. The way you described what you did for a living and the way you seemed to love it made him want to know so much more about you. He needed to know more.

“Mhmm! Let me show you a picture. They’re so precious.” You cooed scrolling through your photos to find them. Sure enough you found about a thousand or so pictures of the cubs, “That’s Izu and the pipsqueak beside him is his sister Mallie. She has stayed pretty small for a lion.” You pointed to the cubs grinning from ear to ear.

Miles could feel himself being sucked right into you. He knew he needed to make a move before you finished your shopping. He was sure he hasn’t smiled like this in a while, shooting was grueling.

“Why are you here so late?” He asked you the same thing as you had earlier.

Laughing you continued, “There’s a reason I’m a zookeeper. I try and avoid people. Most people don’t go grocery shopping at 11 o’clock on a Saturday night.

He laughed with you now, “You’re smart. I get to argue with people all day, every day.”

Shaking your head, you picked up a few apples, making sure to find the best ones, “God bless you for it. I’d lose my mind.”

“Sometimes I do.”

“You’re allowed to. That’s human.” Your eyes continued scanning the produce looking for the bananas, “Do you like what you do?” You questioned him this time, it was his turn. You were hoping he’d be more open to sharing now that you divulged half your life to him.

“I do. I really do. Love it actually. Most days are great. Just been a shit week.” He sighed, shoulders deflating a bit. He looked tired, exhausted even.

Forming a tight lipped smile you nodded, “I get it. Want to talk about it?” You questioned cocking your head to the side.

Shrugging he looked at you, “Do you really want to hear about it?”

“I do. You had me yapping this whole time, I’d like to know a little bit more about you Mr. Miles.” You responded while looking for the best bananas, finding it easier to converse when you weren’t staring right into each other’s eyes.

He liked you. He also knew he could grow to like you even more. You were beautiful, seemingly kind, and easy to hold a conversation with. You were kind of exactly what he was looking for. So, he let it go, letting you know just a little bit more about himself, “You know that saying, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong?”

Nodding your head, you turned to look at him, “Murphy’s Law!”

“Yes! That one.” He half smiled at you, admiring your excitement even though it was so late, “Every stunt went wrong this week, a guy almost fucking died. We lost an entire plane, poof up in flames. One of the actors got violently ill. I couldn’t perform…” He stopped his rant suddenly eyes wide realizing he would be giving away what he did, and he didn’t want to do that, not yet anyway, “I couldn’t perform my job because of all the mess ups. Filming is delayed already so that leaves us here in San Diego for who knows how long. Just a week from hell.” He groaned feeling a little relief offloading everything to the pretty girl he’s been talking to for the last forty five minutes.

You gave him the most bewildered look, “What the hell are you filming?” You paused realizing how insensitive that question was after he dropped all of that on you, “Sorry, that sounds like… a lot. That sucks Miles.” You were never great at giving advice. Especially when you had absolutely no idea just how massive it all was compared to your everyday simple life, “But on the bright side. More time in San Diego isn’t the worst. It’s a great little city!” You gave him your biggest and brightest smile hoping it’d cheer him up a bit.

“You’re right.” He admitted, “It’s not the worst. It’s actually pretty great. The women here are really pretty too.” He winked at you sending a fiery flushness to your face.

You tried coming up with anything to say. Something. But your mind went blank. It was like you had forgotten the entire English language in a millisecond. Your lips opened and closed making you look like a fish out of water.

“Thank you though,” He smiled sensing you inability to form a sentence, “Believe it or not, it’s nice to hear that sometimes.”

“Anytime. Glad I can help. Even just a little.” Words finally came back to you.

Miles was sent into a mild panic realizing you had finished up your task at hand, you were walking towards the registers. The two of you had barely chatted for an hour but he didn’t want you to disappear off into the night. He wasn’t dumb, there was something there.

“Do you want to grab a drink or something?” He broke the silence between you.

“Right now?”

He shrugged, “Why not?”

You bit your lip contemplating his offer. Why not? You didn’t have anything to lose. You weren’t tied down to anybody and it wasn’t often a beautiful man asked you out.

“There’s a bar right by my place. Let me drop all this crap off at home and I can meet you there?” You felt exactly what he was thinking. He was so handsome, and he wanted to get to know you. There was certainly something there, why not give it a chance.

You exchanged numbers. He waited with you while you checked out not even grabbing what he came in here for, deciding he’d just do it tomorrow.

He walked with you to your car. You knew you shouldn’t put this much trust into a stranger but you decided to throw caution to the wind, fuck it.

“Rosa’s at 12:30, got it?” You asked slamming your trunk shut after loading up the groceries.

“Got it ma’am. I’ll see you soon. You really are beautiful.” He cracked a smile as he sauntered off towards his car.

You were thankful the cover of night hid the blush that encapsulated your entire face.

“Now this is a dive bar.” Miles chuckled taking in his surroundings.

“I didn’t say it was a nice bar.” Grinning you looked around at the hole in the wall. Having so many incredible memories with friends you couldn’t help but to adore the place, “I love it here.” You clapped your hands in excitement, definitely not planning for your night to end up like this but enjoying where it was heading. You were fully expecting to go sit on your couch and watch a movie or something when you got home. This was a nice change, a welcomed one. Your life had gotten so boring and monotonous, he was something different and exciting.

“Is it the beer all over the floor or the mold growing over in the corner that does it for you?”

Almost choking on the beer you were sipping on, you shot him a look, “Hey!” Laughing you composed yourself, “Film boy too good for Rosa’s?”

Shaking his head, he leaned closer to you in the booth you were chatting at, “Never too good.”

“That’s what I thought.” You shot him a wink feeling more and more comfortable the longer you spent around him. You too leaned into the table feeling exactly what he was, that pull, “So, what’s your story Miles?” Leaving the question open for ambiguity you hoped he would divulge even just a little to you.

He thought about telling you exactly what he did. Knowing full well he was playing with fire by not telling you. Luckily, the cover of night and your strategic choice of dive bar was keeping him well hidden from any recognition. He fully knew he’d have to tell you sooner rather than later because he certainly planned on seeing you again.

“What would you like to know?” Raising an eyebrow, he flipped the question back to you.

You eyed him as subtly as you could, so curious about this mysterious man, “Well, how’d you get into film?” Starting off with an easy one you took a long, slow sip of beer hoping he’d just give you something.

Clearly reminiscing he smiled thinking just how he got into it, “Honestly?”

You nodded waiting for him to go on.

“The drama teacher at my high school was fine as fuck.”

For the second time in a span of ten minutes you almost choked, not expecting that answer, “You know, that’s the best answer I could’ve gotten.” You didn’t stifle the laugh that came out. He was just getting better and better every time he said something.

He joined in on your laughter feeling elated. There was something about the way you presented yourself that eased him, he felt like he could be his full honest self with you. He didn’t feel like he needed to be prepped when it came to conversing with you.

He had a big problem though, the coworker turned fake girlfriend would be rather hard to explain to you. He was fully aware of just how unfair that would be to both you and her. He didn’t hate her at all, quite the opposite actually. They had grown close as friends, deciding they would rather suffer through it together. Each time they had to go out as a couple though it got harder to fake the lovesick eyes.

Knowing you were rather frazzled he thought it best not to bring it up tonight. Maybe on the next date. Definitely on the next date.

He smiled at you, quickly getting addicted to your laugh, “She was a fox,” He shrugged continuing, deciding to give you the vague details, “And she was good at her job. I got accepted into NYU and graduated with a BFA. I got lucky though and broke into the industry right after school.”

Nodding your head, you took everything he said in. He seemed like he was still not telling you everything which was fine, you couldn’t expect everyone to be as open as you were, “I think that’s amazing. I don’t know many artsy people. Everything is so technical when it comes to animals surprisingly. And all my friends here are either zookeepers or engineers. The conversations can get really thrilling.” Sarcasm was dripping off your voice as you spoke.

“And smart people intimidate me, touché.” He held his glass up waiting for you to cheers with him. You obliged laughing softly at the man who was absolutely riddled with one liners. He was so subtly funny you knew you would be laughing constantly if this were to go further.

“I didn’t say I was smart!” Feeling all too joyful your cheeks were starting to hurt from the smile you’d been holding for a while, “I just have a bunch of smart friends.”

“I don’t think you can do what you do without being a little smart.”

Shrugging you responded, “I just like big cats. Would I know anything you’ve worked on?” You changed the subject back to him. It’s not like you didn’t like receiving compliments it’s that you didn’t know how to receive them. You clammed up getting all awkward. The best way to avoid it was to change the subject.

He bit his cheek suppressing the smirk that so desperately wanted to come out. No, of course not or you’d recognize him instantly. He knew his time was running up, it was a good few hours of normalcy. You were just too curious to let it go, “Don’t think so. I’ve worked on more obscure films.” Lie, a little white lie.

“I’ll be honest with you Miles, I’m not the biggest movie or tv person. I don’t think I’ve been to a movie since I lived at home with my parents like 10 years ago.” You admitted. Of course, you watched a few movies every now and then, but you never got into it like others did. Only going to see the blockbusters you certainly weren’t going to see obscure movies. You liked the big blockbusters, but you could never get into them like the Harry Potter or Marvel fans could.

He nodded understanding you a little more now, “Nothing wrong with that, lots of great films out there though.”

“I’m more of a book person but I believe you. What’s the biggest movie you’ve worked on?” Again, changing the subject back to him.

“Are you going to go watch it?” He leaned even further into the table, your hands nearly touching.

“Of course, I am.” You answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He pondered for a moment. Knowing that if he continued his lie you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. His time was up. Which one did he want you to watch though? Divergent was a little cringy, meant for teenagers. Whiplash was intense but one of his favorites. The Spectacular Now was easy but again, meant to teenagers. He was surprised you hadn’t seen any of them.

“Have you heard of Whiplash?” He finally answered you.

Shaking your head back and forth, “Nope. What’s it about?”

“A drummer.”

“That’s all?”

“I don’t want to give away too much.” He looked sure of himself.

“Okay,” You paused taking another long drink of beer, “I’ll watch it tomorrow. And what was your part in it?”

There it was. He could no longer dance around the subject. He had to tell you. Whatever this was, was likely over. He enjoyed every second of it though, the pure normalcy of it all though, “That’s a great question Y/N.” He delayed the inevitable for a few seconds.

“Chock full of them.” You grinned hoping he’d answer you.

Sighing he set his beer down taking a good long look at you, “Full disclosure. I’m one of the leads.”

You weren’t sure what your face looked like. If there was one thing that you would change about yourself it’s how expressive your facial expressions are. You were your emotions right on your face. The bug eyed look you were giving him surely wasn’t the cutest, “Like as in lead actor?”

The slightest nod and the smallest smile confirmed your question, “Yes.”

“But you said film. I thought you meant like an operator or something.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. How embarrassing. You were less concerned that you spent the night with one but more so that you had no idea who he was.

He noticed your reaction. How you leaned back into your seat, pulling away from him. How you tensed up so slightly. How you wouldn’t look at him, staring at the bartender instead.

“I left a few details out.”

“A few?” You finally looked back to him not really believing you had managed to find yourself in this situation. It suddenly clicked as to why he was acting to weird and vague. He must’ve been a lot more famous than you initially thought. Fuck, why you? Why couldn’t he have just been an insanely hot man that found you interesting?

“Small details.” Cracking a small smile, he thought you were handling this remarkably well. Way better than he would’ve if he was in your shoes.

Realizing how insane the whole situation was you spat out the first thing that came to mind, “What are you filming here then?” It was still hard to meet his gaze. As comfortable as you felt with him earlier, it’d all vanished. Feeling insecure and slightly embarrassed you played with the water rings your glass was leaving instead of looking to him.

“It’s an action movie.”

“A secret?”

“Afraid so.” He didn’t take his eyes off you. Desperately wanting you to look back at him, even just for a second.

“Cool,” You took a deep breathe finally working the courage up to look at him, “I’m sorry… I.” You paused again tripping over yours words.

Cocking his head to the side he studied you. He wasn’t expecting you to apologize, “What for?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you…” You were in your own head. Completely frazzled. Why would he take his time and spend it with you, a random girl in a grocery store?

He rapidly shook his head, “No, no don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize.” He reached for your hand confusing you some more, but you let him. Your brain wasn’t processing anything at normal speed, “Y/N. This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in… forever. Since I’ve started doing this.” He admitted to you not wanting you feeling guilty in the slightest.

His hands were soft you noticed as he played with your own. You didn’t think your heart could keep up with what was going on. A combination of nerves and realization was sending you into a frenzy. Weren’t you just complaining about having a boring life? This certainly spiced things up.

“Okay,” You gulped looking back to him once more, “I take back what I said earlier. Your job is definitely the coolest then.”

The breath he was holding in finally released in the fit of laughter you had sent him in. He felt the relief wash over him. Maybe you wouldn’t run away just yet.

He squeezed your hand in his sending a slight shiver down your arm, “It has its perks. And its drawbacks. But I don’t want to talk about that.”

“No?” It finally clicked as to why he didn’t want to talk about it. You realized he probably liked not being recognized, not being treated like a god walking on water. You bullshited around with him like he was a random man in a grocery store. He wanted to spend time with you because you treated him like a normal person.

“Nah, let’s talk about something else.” He left it up to you. Maybe he shouldn’t have though, you were back in your head. What the hell were you supposed to talk to a famous actor about?

“What’s your favorite animal? You know mine, I never asked yours.” You too timidly spoke to him. Nervous you were going to do something wrong.

His smile told you otherwise though, “A monkey.”

“Interesting. Favorite sport?” You continued feeling like he had finally given up the mysterious act. Everything was in the open now.

“Football, is this twenty questions?”

“You left it up to me! So yes Miles, it is twenty questions.” Scrunching your nose, you were starting to relax again, feeling oddly normal around him even after he dropped that mini bomb on you.

He chucked, “Fair play. What’s yours?”

“To play, volleyball. To watch, football.”

He eyed you again curiously, “You like football?”

“Mhmm, can’t grow up in the Midwest and not love it.” You smiled thinking of the good old days. Your dad would cook up a feast on college football Saturdays and on NFL Sunday’s you’d all eat the leftovers. You cared far too much about games you couldn’t impact but you loved it. You loved the shit talking it inevitably led to between your family. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Favorite team?”

“Unfortunately, the Bengals.”

He gave you a look of pity, “That is unfortunate.”

“Rude.”

The two of you continued your bickering conversation throughout the rest of the night, never seeming to miss a beat. You forgot who he was in the midst of it all, falling back into the most casual of conversations between the pair.

Feeling terribly disappointed when the bartender called for last round he could sense your hesitation. You weren’t sure what the next steps were. Did he want to see you again? Did you want to see him again?

He walked you to your apartment in a comfortable silence, bonus of only being five minutes away from the bar. You unlocked your door turning to him, “I had a good night Miles, really.”

He took your hand for the second time that night, giving it another squeeze, “I did too, really.” He repeated you sending your heart rate up a bit, “Busy tomorrow?”

You were excitedly surprised he wanted to do this again so soon, “I do have a movie to watch.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Eight it is.”

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Summary: accompanying Hyunjin at a dance practice turns heated.

TW: 18+, mature content (just a warning, but it doesn’t really go that far) (I left some to the imagination)

Hwang Hyunjin, the man of the hour. Everyone knew him as the sex symbol of the industry. It was without a doubt that he took that title very well. Hyunjin kept on amazing people with his hardcore stage presence and his gracious body. His fans wondered about his dating life. Most of them concluded that it wasn’t possible for him with his extremely busy schedule. But what they didn’t know, is that he’d secretly take you, everywhere and anywhere, anytime he got the chance. It was the only way to do it when he has a high sex drive but a very tight schedule.

…

22:47 PM

"Why isn’t he home yet?" You asked yourself looking at the time.

Your boyfriend had told you earlier that he would be done with work at about 9PM.. It was now almost 11 and there was no sign from him.

You texted him a couple times, without a respond. So you assumed he was probably still practicing.

You put on your shoes, hat, and mask, and headed out to see what he was up to.

You stopped at a teokkbokie stand on your way there, to bring him something to eat, as you knew he probably hadn’t eaten.

23: 00PM

You try to hide yourself as you walked up to the JYP building. When you got to Hyunjin’s usual dance room, you sighed, seeing that he was, indeed, still here practicing.

You slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet.

When the door slightly slammed behind you, Hyunjin jumped in surprise.

You laughed at his reaction. "Hey babe." You said.

"Omg y/n you scared me." He said with his hand on his chest.

"Oh sorry. I brought you some food." You smile, taking off your mask and hat.

"Thanks babe but I’m not hungry. "

"Hyunjin.." you say disappointed.

He approached you to reassure you. " baby, I’ll eat okay, I just want to finish practicing this before." "Okay?" He asks, hands on either side of your arms.

"Alright." "Why are you still here tho?" You ask.

"I felt like I needed more practice after we finished with the others." He explained.

" and the thought of texting me about it didn’t cross your mind?" You say bluntly.

"Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn’t notice the time." " baby I’m so sorry I didn’t text you because this was only supposed to be half an hour…" he says worried.

"Hmm. It’s okay I understand. But please text me next time." You say.

"I will, I’m sorry." He kisses you softly.

23:15 PM

You put down your things and make your way to the couch in the corner of the room.

"You sure you don’t want to leave now?" Hyunjin asks.

"You said you still had to practice so, I’ll just stay here until you’re done." "Besides, I like watching my sexy boyfriend dance." You wink.

Hyunjin laughs and goes back to the computer to start practicing.

The loud music caught you off guard. Especially when you realized that "taste" was playing. You had already heard the song before, when Hyunjin was working on it, but you’d never seen the choreography as it had been made today.

You tried not to stare at the beautiful man in front of you, not wanting to distract him or make him feel uncomfortable. Although when his body started moving along to the rhythm… you couldn’t help but stare.

Your heart sank as the beat dropped. His perfect proportions making his moves sexy yet graceful. His face… the concentration showing upon it made him look so sexy. Brows furrowed, eyes sharp, lips parted, sweat dripping down his forehead. It was a whole show.. just for you.

…

Hyunjin finished dancing to the whole song and came running back to the computer laughing. You felt like you had just got out of a transe.

"How was it?" He asks playfully.

"Huh.. it was good.. it was really good." You try to respond without giving him too much of the validation he wanted.

"Was it sexy enough?" He smirks.

"Sexy? Umm… yeah.. maybe it was a little too sexy.." you manage to respond while he bends down to be at your level and make eye contact.

"What? You don’t like it?" He asks concerned.

"No no no, I just.. you know? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you being this provocative on stage.." you admit.

Hyunjin chuckles. " so you are jealous!"

"Jealous?! No I’m not jealous!" You quickly add.

"Baby.. do you even know what this song is about?" He asks.

"Umm actually I’m not so sure. " you knew it was sexual, but you hadn’t payed much attention to the lyrics, and when you heard it for the first time, it wasn’t finished.

"It’s about love, doubt and passion." " it’s about wanting to drown into someone so bad it drives you crazy." "Seeing the danger, but realizing it’s too late because you become addicted as soon as you get a taste. " "wanting that person to play with me to ruin me." "To have me" "feel me"

Your eyes were drowning in Hyunjin’s as he seductively said these words. Lust in both of your eyes piercing through. You shyly look down when he finishes.

Hyunjin places his thumb on your chin to bring your head up, making you look at him.

"Do you understand now?" He looks so dominant in this moment.

"That’s exactly what you do to me." He leans in.

His soft and plump lips connect with yours in a breath. Attraction felt between your bodies. You pull away.

"And choreography?" You ask.

"What about it?" He asks catching his breath.

"Was it also inspired by me?" You smirk.

Hyunjin just looks at you for a moment, passion in his eyes.

"When I made the choreography, I thought of all those times, I fucked you good when we weren’t supposed to. " " all those times I risked everything, my job, my feelings, just for you." "And that moment I realized I couldn’t stop. I was addicted." He said inching closer to your face as he spoke.

You smirk before speaking. " the addiction is mutual.."

Hyunjin’s reaction caught you off guard.

He aggressively grabbed onto the sides of your face to bring you to his lips. Kissing you with such sensuality. His tongue intertwining with yours, you moaned against him.

Both stopping for breath, Hyunjin layed you back on the couch. He gently unbuttoned your shirt, placing kissing down your neck and collarbone. The feeling of his gentle touch made you shiver. It wasn’t the first time, yet the foreplay still felt so exciting.

Hyunjin continues kissing you down to your belly. When he stops, he sits up, and quickly takes off his sweaty shirt, revealing his toned abs and boxy form. That view made you melt. He goes back down to your lips. You always loved foreplay with him. It was always so sexy and fun. You both knew how much you wanted each other. Although the did tend to get a bit impatient after a few minutes. And as foretold, Hyunjin did get impatient, and made you sit back up with him to take off your shirt completely. He never left your lips while doing that, he was a pro. You could tell he was getting needy, by the way he tugged at the hem of your pants and started to be a bit sloppy with his kissing. He wanted more. To fur fill his needs, you started unbuckling his belt.. The look he had in his eyes as he watched you do that was.. fiery. He had never wanted you more. He stopped kissing you to ask one last question.

"You want to taste?"

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Waking Up- Ch 16

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chapter word count 11 402 GIANT THANK YOU TO @ABRADYSTRIX for always being an amazing beta. Author's notes and 'Previously in Waking Up' at the end Chapter warnings: depression symptoms, cursing

CHAPTER 16: WAITING

Hermione sat, staring at the schedule she’d placed on her knees.

Monday June 15th, 7 PM C.R.E. 3 - Battle Instinct Training Room 2

Hard as she tried, it was impossible to sleep. It was one in the morning, but neither Ron nor Harry had returned from their third exam. Speculations bounced round about in her head, each more harrowing and fatalistic than the last.

Was it likely that they would be in the exam all night? The other exams hadn’t been this long. Could the Ministry be under siege? Could Ron be injured again? Or Harry attacked by some Death Eater wanting revenge?

She clenched her hands and the schedule crumpled.

How would she be able to manage this if they became Aurors? Always on the outside, never able to know if they were well, not able to be by their side defending them.

She needed to be there! She couldn’t sit on the sidelines waiting to hear news! It was maddening. It was torture!

It was so rare she was stuck on the outside. Every time she was, she had either Ron or Harry next to her, every bit as worried, just as ready as she was to jump in and save their friend. That, or she was neck deep in trouble with them.

Being nothing but a bystander made her feel utterly adrift.

“Hermione?” she heard a feminine voice murmur. Ginny had crept into Ron’s room, and looked just as lost as Hermione felt.

“I can’t sleep,” Hermione told her.

“I know… I doubt I will either,” said Ginny, sitting beside her and looking at the strangled and twisted schedule.

A realisation dawned on her, and she found herself looking at Ginny with a new understanding.

“How did you do it?” Hermione asked. “When we were hunting horcruxes… How did you manage to not go mad with worry?”

“Who says I didn’t?” Ginny asked, giving a small humourless laugh. “I suppose it helped that I expected it. I knew the night Dumbledore died that Harry was going to go. And that you and Ron would follow.”

“But… not knowing what was happening? Didn’t it—?”

“The toughest part of being kept in the dark is the fury at everyone who puts you there,” said Ginny, chin jutting forth. “If it wasn’t mummy tombs in Egypt, or secrets about Sirius, it was Order meetings and Horcruxes.”

Hermione had helped put Ginny in the dark many a time.

Unlike Ginny, she didn’t feel fury at Ron and Harry. Perhaps it was because she was confident they’d tell her everything later. Ginny, she realised, did not have that luxury.

Hermione began her words cautiously, not sure how to say what she meant without it sounding like an excuse. “I can’t promise there will never be secrets I need to keep.”

Ginny was still as stone, staring out the window with a flat look on her face.

“But,” Hermione continued, “I promise, I will make sure you’re brought into the fold whenever I can.”

The nod Ginny gave was almost imperceptible. The air around them felt wired with tension until Ginny finally relaxed her still position.

“Okay,” she said, giving Hermione’s arm a squeeze. “Don’t look so afraid of me. I’m not all that mad at you. Or anyone in particular. I’m just… I’m just so angry at everything, really. I can feel it itching inside me each day. It’s like every single thing is wrong.”

Hermione understood that feeling. Clothes didn’t fit right. Sleeping was impossible. Food tasted like cardboard. Relating to people felt like a children’s game of telephone; by the time her brain had processed what was said and done around her, it felt meaningless and garbled.

“ — don’t you think?” asked Ginny.

“I’m sorry, what?” Hermione dimly asked, realising Ginny must have been talking a while.

“I said ‘they’ll be okay, don’t you think?’”

“Oh yes,” she quietly said, though she didn’t believe that was true in the least. She wasn’t sure how, but she could just feel wrongness in the air. She knew Ron was going to come to her hurt. She knew she’d see the signs of it all over both of her boys.

“You need to go to bed,” said Ginny with a shake of her head. “Here, I brought a sleeping potion.”

“I don’t need that,” Hermione quickly answered.

“Hermione, you’re not well right now. You need sleep.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” she said firmly.

Ginny narrowed her brown eyes, then put the potion in Hermione’s hand. She didn’t let go until Hermione’s fingers tentatively began to hold it.

“We both know that’s a pile of dragon dung,” she said with a snort. “We both need sleep. C’mon. The boys are going to be exhausted. We can't do them much good if we’re asleep on our feet.”

As much as Hermione wanted to argue, she found herself too tired to attempt it. She twisted the cap off the bottle and looked at how the moonlight flickered across the little bottle. It twinkled and shone like a tiny star, the liquid inside a calming blue. She drank it down in a small gulp. At first it tasted sweet like berries, but she blanched as the medicinal aftertaste set in.

“Are you going to—” Hermione slurred a bit, holding the bottle up.

“Not until I’m in bed,” said Ginny with a small laugh. “Night, Hermione.”

“Nigh’, Ginny,” she sighed, laying down in Ron’s bed.

It smelled like him. The pillow was downy and soft, and his blanket was broken in and worn in the best of ways. It was so cosy. There was no better bed than Ron’s bed. The only thing that could make it better would be Ron curled beside her, his rumbling snores muffled as he slept on his stomach.

She missed him. He was the one person who could make her feel as relaxed as that bottle had. It was blue like his eyes. That was nice… Yes… Cosy blue eyes, so warm and twinkling and shining like a star and she was floaty when she thought about him.

He’d be okay… Everything was fine and light and fuzzy and…

She woke up several hours later with the early morning sun streaming through the South-facing window. Little see-through Cannons stickers lit up and dappled the room in tiny orange dots, like stained glass would light the corridors of Hogwarts.

She felt truly well-rested and normal for the first time in ages. She saw why Harry liked these potions…

As well as she had slept, she didn’t think she could ever bring herself to rely on it. It was too intoxicating, too clever, too warming.

The balm of discomfort was what she needed.

She began packing for Australia. She wasn’t sure when they would leave, but Ron had said after his C.R.Es, so she might as well be prepared. Would they need a tent just in case? Food provisions would be needed too, then. She’d never again let them be starved, cold and worn to the bone…

She looked in the mirror, and saw she still looked all of those things. She was so thin, and her hair such a mess, she couldn’t see how Ron still wanted to kiss and hold her. It must be like going to bed with a rake full of leaves. She couldn’t do anything about her thinness, but she could wash her hair. It felt daunting to do so, and would take all her energy, but it was becoming quite necessary, given how her hair was now resembling a snarl of Devil’s Snare.

It took ages to comb it out, and even longer for her to finally emerge from the water once she’d entered the warm cocoon of the shower. By the time her hair was dry she looked some semblance of herself.

Late morning she finally worked up the nerve to go downstairs and face the world, but brought a few books with her. The comforting smell of fresh bread perfumed the air, and the clinks of baking came from the kitchen as Mrs Weasley puttered about, but Ron and Harry were nowhere to be seen.

“Hermione, dear, there’s some porridge set aside for you on the counter,” said Mrs Weasley, indicating a gingham towel at the end of the worn wood.

“Thank you,” said Hermione, removing the cloth and finding a bowl of magically steaming hot porridge awaiting her, along with an assortment of toppings. “Have… Have Ron or Harry—?”

“Not yet,” Mrs Weasley replied, folding, then refolding a tea towel. She looked careworn, her hair just a bit less gathered than usual. “Ginny’s been off flying, if you’d like to join her.”

“I think I will,” said Hermione, holding her books to her chest. She had no interest in precariously balancing on a broom, but she could watch Ginny and wait for the boys to come back.

The clouds seemed perfectly placed to keep the sun from glaring down as she took a seat at the bottom of an apple tree. She opened the Auror training manuals and began taking notes on spells that might assist with her parents.

She immediately noted the Auditory Enhancement Spell Ron had found the previous evening. She practised it on the Burrow and could hear Mrs Weasley drop a pan and curse as thoroughly as Ron. She had wondered where he'd picked up some of the more elaborate curses.

Yes, that spell would be quite useful to make sure she was alone with her parents before she did magic.

She tried it again on a distant dragonfly and could hear its little wings buzzing, and even a small ‘pat’ as it landed on a nearby flower. Then she heard footsteps.

There in the distance was a figure, walking slowly and heavily, but his unmistakable shock of red hair and height made it clear Ron had come back to her.

She cancelled the spell, and sped across the field, as sure-footed as she could while avoiding gnome burrow holes, and threw herself into his arms.

He melted into her, and she pushed her head into his solid form. He smelled of soap and grass, but under that a hint of stress sweat worked its way through.

After a moment he held her back from himself.

“You need to ask a security question,” he said, voice rough and so hoarse it barely resembled Ron’s usual light baritone.

“Oh, erm…” Hermione racked her brain, not feeling prepared. “Who were you paired up with when we got Harry from his house last summer?”

“Tonks,” he rasped, nodding at her. “What does S.P.E.W. stand for?”

“Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare,” she said.

He fell back into her arms, this time heavily letting himself droop around her. She could feel him almost imperceptibly shaking, and his breath hitched in her ear.

He held her a bit too tightly, his forehead pressing a touch painfully against her temple. His hair was damp, and his unshaven face rasped ever so lightly against her skin.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled near her ear. She hugged him back just as tightly as he held her.

“Me? Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied, slowly letting go. His hands went to her face and he had a worn relieved smile on his face, and a large bruise forming on his temple. “Are you alright?”

“Getting by,” he said with a smile, though it was not very convincing.

“Oy!” came a cry from the air.

A streak of red hair flew past them, and Ginny landed in front of Ron. She looked her brother over up and down, no doubt taking in the bruise forming on his temple.

“Don’t they have any bruise ointment at the Aurors?” she asked, fingers wrapped so tightly around her broom they turned white.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Bruise ointment is for the weak. I’ll heal like a true wizard—slowly and with excessive complaining.”

Ginny laughed and gave him a light punch in the arm and he grimaced in pain, letting out a moan.

“Ron?” asked Ginny, as Hermione pulled at his sleeve to see his arm.

“Had some splinters in there. Might’ve missed a few,” he said, squinting at his arm. “Where’s Harry at?”

“He’s not come home yet,” said Ginny.

Ron’s eyes sharpened and his brows furrowed.

Worry took hold of Hermione immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Maybe nothing,” he said, face shuttering.

“But maybe something,” she answered.

“He finished his final interview with the Aurors before me, so I thought he would have come straight back.”

“You don’t suppose something happened to him?” asked Hermione.

“I don’t think so,” said Ron with a shake of his head. “We were really put through it with our third exam. It wasn’t good. He was in a right state by the end of it… He might be hiding from us somewhere.”

“What happened?” asked Hermione.

He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped himself, making a face somewhere between worry and distaste. “I’m not sure I should tell with Ginny here.”

“Really?” Ginny asked, hands going to her hips.

“Ron, we can’t keep excluding her,” reproached Hermione.

“I’m not trying to—”

“I don’t see why you’re insisting—” she began as Ginny added, “It’s ridiculous that you’re still trying to shut me out!”

“Drop it,” he growled, voice hard and cutting enough to make both girls stop arguing. “You weren’t there, and you don’t know what happened.”

“Then tell us!” Ginny demanded.

Ron shook his head, looking away.

He looked completely wrung out, and the usual hint of ruddiness in his cheeks was nowhere to be found. The shadows under his eyes cut deep.

A cocktail of sympathy, worry, and frustration stirred within Hermione, refusing to settle into one clear emotional state. She wanted to shake him until every last secret fell from his lips. She wanted to hide him away and cradle him until he was better.

She didn’t have time for any of that, though. Now was one of those times she had to be practical. She could still do that, at least.

Hermione schooled her features and quietly asked, “what happened?”

“We got tangled with a Boggart,” he told her, just as quietly.

“You both know how to handle one of those,” she said, trying to keep a cynical lilt from her voice.

Of the three of them, she was the only one to wilt in front of a Boggart, and that was back in third year. They had both easily conquered their Boggarts. Why would this be any different? The thought of them being taken out by something as minor as a Boggart was laughable… But clearly something was different, as Ron had a weary edginess about him.

“It wasn’t… It wasn’t like anything we’ve seen in the past,” he said, unable to meet their eyes. “I don’t know if you should hear this, Gin…”

“I’m not made of glass.” Ginny was frowning, but her voice had lost its hard edge.

"It turned into a... version of you,” he said, directing his gaze to Ginny, an apologetic twist in his brow. “You— It… It was covered in blood, and it blamed Harry for everything that's happened—every death, every attack. It was brutal, but we did a Riddikulus, so it was okay until we fell into this stuff called Boggart dust.”

Ginny asked, “Boggart dust?” but Hermione gasped, mind twisting in worry.

“It’s produced in a Boggart breeding den. It makes a person hallucinate their worst fears. Sort of like a waking night terror,” explained Hermione, waiting for Ron to laugh it off and tell her it wasn’t that bad.

“I only got a little bit on me and it was fucking terrifying…" he rasped out. "I was thrashing on the ground and completely out of it until Neville and the others got me and washed it out of me. Felt like they were scrubbing my brain with a scouring pad, but I didn’t have it half as bad as Harry.”

“What did you see?” Hermione couldn’t help but ask, curiously piqued.

“Nothing good,” he said with a shudder. “But Harry was covered in it. He was on the ground crying and I couldn’t snap him out of it. It was like his Voldemort nightmares, but a thousand times worse… I’ve never seen him so— it was seriously bad.”

She put a hand on his and gave it a minor squeeze.

“We should find him,” said Ginny.

“I don’t know if he’ll want to see anyone right now,” Ron said with a hopeless shrug.

“Then he can tell that to our face,” replied Ginny, a determined glint in her eye as she crossed her arms. "The real question is where has he chosen to hide?"

They discussed the possibility of Hogwarts, but quickly dismissed it. There would be far too many people around. That also precluded Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and Bill and Fleur's, leaving only Grimmauld Place as a possibility. Not wanting to disturb their mother with the news of Harry's absence, the siblings quickly thought of a somewhat believable lie, and decided to not mention that Ron had finished his exam to avoid any questions or delays.

Hermione and Ginny found Mrs Weasley knitting in the living room.

"Mum, Harry's wanting to redecorate Grimmauld place eventually, and I want to surprise him with some ideas," Ginny smoothly lied. "Is it ok if I go there for a bit to take some notes? Hermione would take me."

"Don't you want to wait for the boys?" asked Mrs Weasley, a somewhat suspicious look on her face.

"We could be waiting for hours. I'd rather stay busy, if that's alright."

It was a good argument. Mrs Weasley was the sort to stay busy any time she was out of sorts— at least before the war she was.

"Well, as long as Hermione is with you the entire time…" replied Mrs Weasley, hands slightly wringing the knitting in her lap. "Bill already cleared it a few weeks ago, and it should be safe."

"If Bill says it's safe, it's safe, Mum," said Ginny, hand rubbing her mother's shoulder.

"Yes… Yes, it will be safe," she whispered. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"No, Mum. You should wait here for the boys," she said with a kind smile. “You know I’ll be fine with Hermione.”

Mrs Weasley patted her daughter's hand as the two Weasley women talked through the logistics of their travels and dinner plans, Hermione had to look away.

Mrs Weasley felt Hermione was someone who could keep others safe, which almost made a bitter laugh bubble up.

The plan to journey to Grimmauld Place left her feeling ill. They would have to Apparate to keep Mrs Weasley from fretting over Harry missing at the Floo. The last time she had side-along Apparated to Grimmauld she’d nearly killed Ron. She could feel the sticky hot blood seeping through everything, how cold and lifeless he became in arms. The ripping gash of panic at the thought of him dead. She’d killed her Ron!

Ginny’s arm brushed hers and Hermione nearly jumped away.

She mutely followed, casting a glance back at Molly Weasley, who gave a tight but trusting smile.

She shouldn’t trust Hermione with anything.

She’d never really thought about how Ron being in danger added to the care-worn look Molly Weasley sported these days. When Ron was in danger, Hermione’s only thoughts were him and herself.

How often had she helped Ron be a little more in danger? He’d pushed her out of the way and sacrificed himself for her so many times. His mother had no idea how often he’d nearly died because he was near Hermione.

"You ok?" asked Ron. He was casually leaning against the largest backyard tree, hands in his pockets.

Unable to articulate the web of emotions entangling her, Hermione simply nodded in response, her lips pressed into a thin line.

He moved to her side and gave her a small poke.

"It's just… I'm just worried…" she said, unable to bring herself to even a little bit explain.

"Harry'll be fine," he replied, standing a bit taller as Ginny came up. “Let’s side-along.”

Her hands shook.

“I’ll take Ginny?” asked Ron.

“Yes,” she said, feeling a semblance of relief, even through the numbness taking hold of her. She wouldn’t be able to hurt him.

Ron apparated them away and Hermione quickly joined them on the step of Grimmauld Place. She braced herself as she followed them in.

Whenever she thought of Grimmauld Place, Hermione's mind flashed with penetrating sadness and darkness, but the reality of it clashed with her associations.

The house was brightly lit and cosy, much like Kreacher had kept it those weeks in August. A fire leapt and crackled in the freshly swept fireplace, and a delightful smell much like one she'd find in Mrs Weasley's kitchen wafted through the air.

Ron gave a moan. "Merlin, I'm hungry."

Within a few moments the elf appeared before them and gave a bow so low his fleshy nose scraped the floor.

“Mister Weasley and Miss Granger, welcome back. Kreacher is pleased you did not die a most gruesome of deaths.”

“You too,” said Ron, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you, Kreacher,” Hermione managed to say, never quite sure how to respond to the elf's darker comments, beyond keeping her words formal. “We’re glad you’re well too.”

“And you, Miss Weasley,” he said with another deep bow.

Ginny, who had not seen Kreacher since his days of being encrusted and muttering epithets under his breath, had a bemused expression.

“That’s new,” she muttered to Hermione.

“Kreacher, is Harry here?” asked Ron.

“Poor Master Harry is here, sir. He has not slept or allowed Kreacher to feed him or heal him,” said Kreacher, his eyes watering before he blew his nose on a lace handkerchief with the Black family crest. “So like Master Regulus… Troubled, so troubled. Kreacher came home from rebuilding Hogwarts the moment he arrived, but Master Harry wants nothing. Not even a charcuterie board.”

“Where did he hole himself up in?” asked Ginny.

“In Master Sirius’s bedroom. Should Kreacher let Master Harry know you’re here?”

“We can let ourselves in,” said Ginny. Hermione was glad of it, because the last thing she wanted was Harry ordering them away with Kreacher about. The old elf could keep them out with a snap of his old snarled fingers.

“We could use some food, though,” added Ron, which quickly grounded Hermione back in her own body. She quickly smacked his arm.

“Ron, really?!”

“What? He likes feeding us! Don’t you, Kreacher?”

“Of course Kreacher likes feeding his Master’s friends. Kreacher will have a four course feast as soon as—”

“Just something simple will do,” Hermione intervened.

Kreacher gave a look of distaste at that, and Hermione felt the familiar discomfort of the elf's judgement prickle, but he gave a low bow to them before Disapparating.

They quickly ascended the stairs to Harry’s room in silence, then entered.

Harry was sitting on the bed in a slumped dejected fashion, some papers crumpled in his hand and glasses set aside.

“Hey Harry,” said Ron.

“Hi!” he replied in an oddly hearty voice. Harry swiped at his face before turning to them, hastily pushing the papers aside. He had the telltale signs of crying, red eyes and nose, and gave a deep sniff. It took everything in Hermione not to immediately fold her friend in an empathetic hug. He patted around for his glasses before hastily shoving them onto his face. “Erm, what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t come home,” said Ginny, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Harry’s eyes settled on the door, like a scared deer about to wildly flail and bolt.

“You all right?" asked Ron.

Harry's gaze flicked towards them, a mix of weariness and defensiveness in his eyes. "I'm fine."

Ginny put her hand on his. "Ron told us about the Boggart dust…”

Harry’s guard seemed to drop just a fraction even as he winced and looked away.

“What… What part?”

“Only what I saw,” said Ron, shifting nervously as he always did when he was worried he’d broken a trust with Harry.

“Right,” said Harry, voice dull.

“I didn’t know what you saw after the dust, so I couldn't… I didn't tell that, of course," continued Ron.

"What did you see?" asked Hermione.

“Nothing that wasn’t true,” said Harry with a weary shake of his head.

“You know I don’t blame you for any of my family getting hurt, right?” said Ginny, voice gentle and patient.

A shuddering sigh left him and he leaned forward, glasses askew as his hands pressed over his face.

“You might not…” Harry muttered into his hands.

“None of us do, mate,” Ron added.

“What if I do?” said Harry, a growl in his voice. “I kept fucking up time and time again, and every time someone was hurt or dead…”

“You never directly caused—” Hermione began.

"Tell that to Sirius, or Dobby, or—"

"That was Bellatrix, not you!"

“Good thing I managed to tee people up for her," Harry grumbled.

"Harry—" Hermione attempted again.

"How about when I broke the taboo and we were taken to Malfoy Manor?” Harry bit back. “You almost died because of me.”

Ron’s face blanched and Hermione felt her feet take a path of their own, straight in front of Harry.

“No! You don’t get to do that!” Her voice went embarrassingly shrill as it always did when she was upset, but he still seemed to shirk away from her. “Yes you made a mistake, but I was tortured because of what I am. If I wasn’t your friend on a Horcrux hunt, who knows what could have happened to me last year. A Mudblood like me? I could have cluelessly gone to Hogwarts and been rounded up and killed.”

“Don’t,” moaned Ron. “Don’t say that.”

“Well, it’s true!” she said, her passion overriding any compassion for Ron’s nerves. “I am alive because of our friendship, and Ron saving me, and Ron’s family harbouring us. Those connections kept me alive. They didn’t put me in more danger than I already was in just by existing!”

She felt Ron’s warm presence beside her, and Ginny’s gaze, but kept her eyes set on Harry’s still distraught face.

“Still—” Harry began.

“We all knew what this war could do— what it meant if we didn’t fight,” Hermione continued, unable to keep her finger from wagging in his face. “And if a person fights, they can get hurt, or die, or those near them can…”

Hermione felt tears pricking at her eyes thinking of everyone.

“We chose to fight, because it was the right thing to do. And not because of you, you absolutely self-centred arse,” she finished with a sniff.

Harry’s mouth gave a small twitch and she heard Ron snort.

“You heard her, Harry. We couldn’t give less of a shit about you,” Ron laughed before he playfully nudged Hermione. "We were in it for the fame and glory. You were just an annoying additional feature.”

“Ron!” Hermione chastised, slapping his arm.

He chuckled at her and put an arm around her shoulder. Warmth and comfort spread through her.

Harry was fondly smiling at them too.

How did Ron do that? How could he make everyone feel like a warm blanket had been nestled about them? That would probably be the most magical thing about Ron, even if he never picked up a wand again,

Ginny moved beside Harry and folded into his side. To Hermione’s relief he let Ginny hold him and seemed to relax.

"Let's go home, mate," said Ron.

Harry gave a rending sigh and looked between the three of them. “Look, I appreciate you all coming after me… I do… But I don’t know if I’m ready to go back to the Burrow yet.”

Hermione was already forming a dozen different arguments in her head when Ginny said, "Then how about we go visit someone?"

“I’m… I'm really tired…”

“Well, I doubt he’d notice since he’s just a few months old and mostly seems to enjoy chewing on his fists,” she said with a small laugh.

It took a moment before Harry let out a stricken, “Oh, Teddy…"

"I went and saw him and Andromeda yesterday," she said, a small smile on her face. "He's so adorable. When he hiccups his hair changes colours. Just like… Just like his mum. I know he's too young to smile, they say, but he does. I swear he does."

Harry watched her describe it with a hungry look on his face.

"I figure we can have a bit of a reset with an adorable baby,” continued Ginny. “Then, if you still want to avoid home a bit, we can come back here and Kreacher can spoil you as much as he likes… But you stewing alone isn't going to happen."

The small smile on Harry's face shifted. “I'm not sure Andromeda will want me around… Even if she doesn’t blame me for what happened to her family, what kind of godfather am I? I’d completely forgotten to check on Teddy and—”

“Then it’s a good thing you have me to remind you,” Ginny kindly interrupted, standing up. “Why don’t you take a moment to tidy up here and we’ll meet you downstairs.”

She didn't wait for an answer, and shuffled Ron and Hermione down to the living room. With the fireplace lit it was quite cosy.

"Kreacher has made food for Master Harry and his friends," said Kreacher, a broad smile on his weathered face.

"Thank you, Kreacher," said Ginny, continuing to take charge. "Kreacher, could you wrap up the food for travel, and if there is something easily reheated like stew or soup we could use some of that for Mrs Tonks."

"You want Kreacher to feed the blood-traitor niece Andromeda, who my mistress so despises?" the elf sniffed disdainfully.

"Mrs Black is your former mistress," Ron reminded. "Your current master is godfather to Andromeda Tonks's grandson, and I doubt your Master would like to hear you calling Mrs Tonks a blood traitor."

"Ron," Hermione warned, hating when he bandied around the word 'Master' like that.

"Master Harry has said nothing to Kreacher about this," Kreacher croaked.

"Do you really want to offend your Mas—“ Ron shot a quick look at Hermione. “Harry. To offend Harry?”

Kreacher didn’t reply but gave a small huff.

“So you’ll prepare the food?” asked Ginny.

“You’re not Kreacher's Master…” he said, giving a speculative stare at her.

"Given that Harry thinks the world of her, I don't think it's a good idea to vex her," added Hermione, hoping to help in some way.

The gnarled elf made a full act of thinking it over, rubbing at his wrinkled old chin in feigned speculation. He had to know the precarious position he was in, for he finally bowed and gave a grunt before disappearing into the kitchen, shoulders up to ears in obvious disatisfaction.

"Hopefully he won't put cockroaches in the crisps…" said Ron, with a shake of his head.

"How about you watch him for a bit? I need to do some girl talk with Hermione, anyways."

He looked with suspicion between Ginny and Hermione, but went along with his sister's prompting, following the cantankerous Kreacher with much the same unhappy set of his shoulders as the elf.

"How's Andromeda?" Hermione asked, feeling almost as wretched as Harry that she'd not done a thing about the Tonkses besides attend the funerals.

"She lost almost her entire family, so not well," said Ginny matter-of-factly. "I wanted to find something for Harry to concentrate on besides all this Auror nonsense."

Hermione nodded. "It sounds like what he went through with the Boggart dust was genuinely terrifying."

"Ron went through it too," said Ginny, tone careful.

"Of course he did, but it sounds like Harry had the worst of it," said Hermione, wringing her hands. "Boggart dust, from my limited readings, can have lingering effects for days, but I don't know if it's a chemical or magical effect, or just the mental effect from the trauma of what they saw, so I'll need to research it a bit. I don't know if sleeping draughts or dreamless sleep potions can be taken near to that either… Ted Tonks was a Healer, so maybe he'll have a book on it. Hopefully that won't upset Andromeda for us to research a bit when there. We'll have to figure out how that mixes with potions since Harry's been rather dependent on potions to sleep well."

"I'll bring back a book or two for you, if she seems open to it," said Ginny, voice just as careful and restrained.

"I can look through the books when I'm there," said Hermione, mentally compiling the topics that might be a good starting point for research.

"You won't be there, though," said Ginny.

"What?"

"Harry and I will go to Andromeda's, and you and Ron will go somewhere else."

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, mind stumbling at the news. "You said it yourself, Harry shouldn't be alone to brood over—"

"And he won't," said Ginny, looking at the floor. "I'm grateful to both of you for everything you did to set Harry straight upstairs, and how good you are at being his friend, but he needs some space to get over what happened to him, and you and Ron do too."

Hermione was flabbergasted. "Where is this coming from?"

"We talked about this the other day. Old habits die hard when it comes to putting Harry first."

Hermione thought over what had transpired the moment Ron told her Harry was missing. She and Ron had immediately placed him as top priority, of course. He needed help.

But once they found him, it continued.

Ron became a combination of guilt, heart and jokes, while Hermione was setting Harry straight and about to research to help him and only him… It had quickly become all about Harry.

She could picture it now, how it would go. They'd go to Andromeda's and carefully watch after Harry, making sure he was feeling supported, guiltless and happy. Hermione would research what potions Harry should take, and Ron would suppress his worries and tiredness to bolster spirits… They’d keep vigil over Harry all night, sorting strategies to keep him engaged and healthy… They’d throw everything into caring for him, as they always did. it was a pattern they'd fallen into time and time again.

"Harry needs seeing to, obviously. He's not doing well at all," said Ginny. "But Ron went through Boggart dust too, and if Harry's in the room, I'm worried Ron won't get any help."

She was right… Something that was happening more and more often. Ginny had been affected by the war, but she seemed to have her feet on more steady ground than Hermione and the boys. Distance gave her a much clearer view of the patterns their little trio had become accustomed to.

Hermione let out a sigh. "Thank you for keeping things in perspective for me."

Ginny looked on with kind eyes and nodded.

Hermione and Ron had been Harry's only support system for so long, it felt odd handing over the reins to Ginny, even for a moment. She imagined it was something like what a mother felt when her child graduated and went off to uni.

"I'm not fully running you two off, of course," Ginny hastily added.

"I didn't feel like you were," said Hermione, trying not to let her emotions overwhelm her.

Things weren't going to be the same as they were. They couldn't be. Even if it was healthier to have more boundaries in their friendships, there was a sense of mourning. As wrong as it felt, she liked getting to help Harry and work with Ron to do it. Much of the time it was a way to bond with Ron and felt like she was tending to her friendship with Harry too.

If she wasn’t useful to Harry, what was she to him? She wasn’t funny, or particularly comforting most of the time, or interested in Quidditch, and frankly they didn’t have much fun. They were practical, dedicated and had a bond nothing could shake, at least on her end… Sometimes, emergency tending felt like the main way she connected with Harry, be it a looming deadline for an essay or solving the newest mystery. She always felt Harry was one bad conversation away from shaking her off and leaving her in the dust. Would they continue to be as close when life inevitably calmed down?

And so much of her relationship with Ron was based around taking care of Harry. They could talk for hours on how to best help him, play out conversations on how to approach him, then debate methods for hours. Soon the two boys would be Aurors, and she'd be at Hogwarts. They'd be their fun duo, and Ron would be Harry's main minder in crises, and Hermione would be, what, an after the fact pen pal? With her nearness and usefulness gone, how long would it take before they realised she was unpleasant to put up without any benefits… Before Ron realised he was tied to a fussbudget with little to offer but nagging and help on paperwork…

"Well, the food is looking really nice, but you might need Harry to give a direct order that the food needs to not be fucked with or something…I can't stay in there," said Ron, twiddling a finger in his ear, the light of the fireplace striking sparks in his hair. "He began singing, if you can believe it!"

"Singing?" Hermione found herself able to laugh, despite her recent dip into dour thoughts.

“Oh this I need to hear!” said Ginny with a laugh, before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm curious what his singing would be about, but I'm not sure I actually want to hear it,” laughed Hermione.

"At one point he sang about how much he loved his old mistress’s snores, and enjoyed combing his former master's ear hair," he said with a smile that immediately put her at ease. When he was making fun he'd give an expectant almost shy smile as he waited for her to laugh along with him. The way his grin would curl into pure joy when she joined him was utterly infectious. "And beyond the creepy lyrics, he sounds like a rusty lock started gargling sandpaper! It's absolute torture."

Gosh, she loved him so much. She could be in the coldest and most desolate of moods, and then he was a warm mug of tea put in cold hands, or chocolate after a Dementor.

"Hope Harry's ready to go soon… I'm exhausted," said Ron, giving a mighty stretch. Despite his smiles and jokes, she could see the exhaustion etched under his eyes, and there was a stiffness to his movements she rarely saw in him. "Plus I still think I have splinters to remove."

"When's the last time you slept or ate?" she asked, fingers tracing over his arm. It was the same one he'd injured in the second C.R.E., and the same one she'd splinched all those months ago. She'd need better light to properly check him over for splinters and heal the minor cuts and scrapes he had.

“You sound like my Mum.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Hermione primly replied, before giving his side a prod. "Now answer the question."

"Er what day is it?" he asked, giving a yawn. “I ate… dinner last night, and slept… night before last?”

“Hmm,” she said, indexing each sleepy blink, each bruise, each stubbly patch of hair glistening on his unshaved jaw. “We’re going home now.”

“But Harry—”

“Can come home when he wants. Ginny will be there and he’ll want some time to himself to bond with Teddy without a large audience.”

“Since when are we an 'audience?'” Ron asked, even as he let her guide him to the fireplace.

"And I want you to myself," she added, ignoring his question. She took a handful of Floo powder and stated 'The Burrow' before gently pushing him towards it.

"You know, you're right bossy," said Ron, a small smile twitching as he stepped into the green flames.

"What's new about that?" she asked with a tut as he disappeared.

"We're off!" she called back, before grabbing some dust to follow him.

As they arrived Hermione regretted taking the Floo a bit, as they were trapped having to explain to Mrs Weasley that Harry and Ginny were with Teddy, and then had to sit through a good deal of fussing over Ron. Then again, Ron deserved more fussing over. She wasn’t very good at it, but his mother surely was.

When Mrs Weasley had finished her fretting and feeding of Ron, she went to take a well deserved nap.

The rest of the afternoon they spent alone, removing splinters from Ron's arm, and cuddling up in the Quidditch field as Ron told her about all the misadventures with the Aurors.

"I can't believe they dosed you with truth serum," Hermione said, crossing her arms. "And you want to work for these people? After everything they've done?"

He squinted across the yard, and tore a small hunk of grass from the ground.

"I don't particularly want to work for them, no," he said. "But… But maybe Harry and I can help make it better?"

She repositioned herself until she was even with his face and could look at every one of his features better. He had freckles across every bit of him, but they were most densely congregated across his nose and cheeks. His brow, once rarely lined, had a crease forming between his gingery brows. He had a few tiny scars dotted here and there, most of which she remembered seeing him receive. He was so striking to look at, and funny and charmingly disarming, but there was a serious and earnest goodness to Ron Weasley that made her know she'd never be able to look at another man with even half as much admiration, no matter how long she lived.

As she watched him his eyes shifted to hers and seemed to stare right back, tracing over her face before a tiny smile twitched at his mouth.

"You're thinking I'm being stupid, aren't you?" he said with a small laugh.

"Not in the least," she firmly replied, before leaning in to kiss him right on the freckled, and almost imperceptibly crooked, bridge of his nose. "I know you can change things… I just don't like thinking about the price you might pay to do that."

His smile fell and a world-weary expression hung on him, but no place as heavy as his eyes. She waited for him to say more, but he didn't speak— just stared ahead, fingers tugging at the grass.

There was a time she would have filled the silence, but she found it was almost comforting to just be quiet next to one another in their contemplative moods. She traced the silvery scars up his arms, noting the change in texture between his smooth freckled skin, and the little grooves and valleys of silvery scars.

Eventually his eyes shifted back to her and he warmly stared at her.

The intimacy of touching and staring without reservation was a comfort after years of fleeting contact. Ron Weasley was hers… She’d always felt possessive about him, but it was built on a fear that she’d never fully have him… Now she could have moments like this with Ron whenever she wanted. It was exciting, yet calming. She supposed that was how it was to be with Ron even before their relationship. He was invigorating, always able to spark laughter or debate, but he was soothing and able to bring peace to her like no one ever had before.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d laid there, when a crack of Apparition echoed across the yard.

Hermione could see the glint of glasses across the yard. She and Ron both hopefully craned their necks to see Harry returning, but instead of a shock of black hair, there was Weasley red.

Ron leaned in and kissed her temple, before standing and offering her his hand. "Thanks for worrying about me."

"I always worry about you!" she retorted, poking his shin. She took his hand and stood to see Percy Weasley walking across the field, face flushed and a large mass of paperwork in hand.

She brushed the grass off of her jeans and looked ahead at Percy. "Do you know why he's here?"

"Travel plans for getting your parents, I'd wager."

The meagre contents of her stomach roiled. Ron seemed to realise her discomfort and slid his hand into hers.

Percy approached, walking in his usual tight and proper way. Empirically, he and Ron looked very much alike, both had the Weasley hair and freckles, both were tall and lean, and both blue eyed. But expression and carriage made them look so utterly different one could never pass for the other. While Percy's resting face always seemed to have a mild frown on it, Ron had to distort his face to have a true frown on his, as he always had the smallest of smiles on his pleasant face when he wasn't moved by other emotions.

While Percy marched and walked with uncomfortably perfect posture, Ron loped in an easy grace that exuded his laid-back nature. Percy always had every hair combed into place and his outfit polished and professional, while Ron had a devil-may-care way of styling himself. True, much of Ron's style was just a natural consequence of inheriting his clothing, but Hermione quite enjoyed how he'd wear ties loose, or have his jumpers slung about him. It kept him approachable and a sight of easy comfort.

“Ron, Hermione,” said Percy, giving a nod as he struggled with a handful of scrolls, and his glasses slid down his nose.

“Hey Percy,” Ron greeted for them as he and Hermione helped unload the papers.

“How did your exam go? They were still in congress to talk about the candidates, so I didn’t hear much,” said Percy, as they led him to the dining room.

“Er, alright? I guess I’ll find out,” said Ron with a shrug.

Percy quickly set about making it a home office, including transfiguring the chairs into wheeled office chairs.

“I’m sure you’re being modest. Please have a seat,” he said with the formality of an undertaker. Ron gave a small laugh, but complied, and Hermione quickly followed. “Hermione, I’m not sure what all Ron told you I’ve been working on, so perhaps we can take this opportunity for you to share with me what you know.”

Hermione usually knew how to answer questions quickly and thoroughly, but found herself a bit tongue tied. She’d been crying so hard when Ron told her things that she wasn’t sure how to translate it into anything that made sense. Her mind uselessly repeated ‘parents’ ‘Australia’ ‘found!’ at her.

“I told her how you’ve helped with the paperwork for the discretionary fund to help pay for everything to retrieve her parents, like portkeys and hotels, and that you’d found them, but that’s about it,” provided Ron.

“That’s about the way of it. Shall we proceed?” asked Percy, looking to Hermione for confirmation. She numbly nodded.

“As you can imagine, international travel right now is quite difficult since we’re still trying to keep war criminals from fleeing, but also are working to unite families and bring people back. There is more security and paperwork to get permissions and access to international portkeys than ever before, so there is a mountain of paperwork required for anywhere within Europe, let alone far reaches like Australia.”

“And you helped us with that part, yeah?” said Ron, obviously trying to speed him along.

Not so many years ago, she imagined Percy would have glared at Ron. Instead his mouth gave a small twitch.

“Yes,” he said, organising the forms into some particular order only he knew. “Hermione, all the plans and paperwork needed to retrieve your parents are essentially complete. We just need to finalise the last details and sign a few forms.”

“Thank you,” she said, her hands tightening together in her lap.

“You’re very welcome,” he said, pushing forth a pile of papers. “Your parents settled in a suburb of Perth called Applecross. They are practising their dentistry in Booragoon.”

“Is that anywhere near Thundelarra or Wollongong?” asked Ron, sitting up.

“No, it’s not near any of the famous Quidditch teams. We have more important things to worry about than games,” said Percy, more than a hint of condescension in his voice.

“I’m just trying to orient myself! Those are the only places I know much about there,” frowned Ron, before looking at Hermione. “It’s not about Quidditch, I swear.”

Hermione gave his knee a squeeze, and Ron did his best to stow away the powerful glower of a younger brother.

Percy quickly let her know her parents were happy and healthy, then moved on to the logistics of their travel. Because her parents were no longer aware of magic, they needed to use extra levels of caution when around them until their memories were restored.

“Technically, memory tampering when not a licensed Obliviator is a misdemeanour, but given the circumstances of the war, the Ministry is looking the other way about it. That said, it’s best we not have your need of memory services on paper, so we’ll need to procure some in Australia off the books.”

“I think I can manage it myself,” said Hermione, running her index finger along a small hangnail forming at her thumb. “I did the original memory spells, so undoing them should go the same.”

“Yes, I imagine you’ll be able to manage,” said Percy, a kindly look on his face. “Well, in that case we won’t get those. I suppose we can move on to your travel arrangements, accommodations and finances.”

The Ministry, or rather, Percy, had arranged for a secure pair of rooms at a local Muggle hotel so their base of operations would be a place her parents could easily visit. He also created a credit card to hold the majority of their funds, as well as some Muggle pounds . Should they need magical funds, it would be available via exchange at the Perth International Bank, but the majority of their visit should stick to Muggle means.

Portkey and other arrangements all conveyed, and a multitude of forms signed that she and Ron did not take the time to read, the trip was ostensibly planned.

“All we need now is your travel date,” said Percy, putting forth a final form, a black line of ink waiting for a date to be written on top of it.

Part of her wanted to say ‘tomorrow,’ and another part yearned for ‘never.’ So much could go wrong the moment her parents knew what she’d done.

“I’m… I’m not quite sure…” she glanced over to Ron, who was avidly watching her. “I don’t want to disrupt anything you’re doing with the Aurors…”

“You can disrupt away, they don’t matter,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“And your family… Maybe we should wait until—”

“Until things are better?” Ron gave a painfully sardonic smile. The look on his face plainly said ‘that might be years in the making.’ “Though, I don’t like the idea of us having to wait a week for any notes by owl if something goes wrong.”

“Oh! We have a solution for that,” said Percy, keeping his face squarely fixed on the form in front of him, and not looking up. “Since you will be in Muggle accommodation, you can send messages for communication via telephone. An owl will be dispatched from the Ministry alerting the family to any message. You two can use any Muggle phone in Australia just following the codes on this form, receive messages back, and even arrange phone calls.”

Out of excuses to delay collecting her parents, she and Ron decided to leave in four days time.

“Good luck with your travels,” said Percy, gathering the forms. He stood before them still looking at the forms. “And Ron… Best of luck with the Aurors. I still think they’d be very lucky to have you.”

“Sure sure,” said Ron, standing and undoing the magic on his and Percy’s chairs so they returned to their normal state, a small frown pulling at his mouth.

“Thank you for all your help, Percy,” said Hermione. “I can’t imagine how difficult this would have been to navigate without your help.”

“It’s my job, Hermione,” replied Percy, before hastily adding, “but I’m glad to do it all the same.”

“Are you going to stay for dinner?” asked Ron.

“No… A, er, camp was uncovered the other day. We’ve been identifying bodies and lots of families need—”

Percy stopped speaking a moment, before giving a grimace.

“No, I have some more work matters to take care of,” he quietly said before, in a forced tone of heartiness, he added, “and that includes this paperwork. I want to make sure all the forms are properly filed and arrangements finalised via the proper channels in time for your travel.”

With a last thanks from her, Percy left the house at a brisk pace.

Ron continued to wear a contemplative face.

“I think it was rather nice of Percy to come himself to help us with all the paperwork,” Hermione ventured, watching him with a nervous pit in her stomach. He gave a nod, but didn’t answer.

Whenever she found Ron in a foul mood she found it very hard to get him out of it. He felt every emotion so keenly and deeply, he became quite entrenched at times. She was never very good at handling her own emotions, much less those of others. She could immediately tell when someone was displeased, but sorting out where the displeasure came from and how to solve it before she felt the wrath of someone…She was better at making emotions boil over, truth be told. Forthrightness was the one useful attribute she could bring in situations like this.

“Are you… quite well?” she asked.

Ron blinked and looked towards her. “Of course I am.”

She tilted her head at him waiting for him to continue.

“It’s just… Percy’s up to his eyeballs identifying bodies… Who knows what’s happened to those people… Add in Auror stuff, Harry stuff, family stuff all being absolutely sideways,” said Ron, running a hand up his neck. “Every bit of our world is a bit fucked…”

She wished she had an argument for him. She wished she could staunchly defend the world they lived in and say things weren’t all that bad. She couldn’t think of any consolation.

“I know… I know it’s not always going to be like this,” he said, turning his blue eyes on her. He said it with such conviction, she could almost believe it. “But things are so fucked, it’s not going to shake out for who knows how long… And I’m just fucking tired of everything, to be honest.”

That, she could understand perfectly. She wished she could fervently believe things would get better, but she never had a knack for optimism. Since the war, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever feel optimistic again. At least with Ron, it seemed more possible. ______________________________________________________________________

Harry came to the Burrow later that evening, along with Ginny and many vivid descriptions of the adorable antics of a chubby baby who, from his descriptions, mainly chewed his fist and had hiccups that changed his hair colour. Harry had not looked so joyful in at least a year, and they perfectly ‘awwed’ as he showed a few pictures he’d been gifted by Andromeda. Any research Hermione could have done on Boggart dust and its effects would have been useless compared to the power of a joyfully spent afternoon.

Ron smiled at Hermione as Mr and Mrs Weasley indulgently agreed with Harry that Teddy was “definitely smart, don’t you think? He makes eye contact and everything.”

“I mean, he’s a cute little mite,” Ron whispered in Hermione’s ear, “but I think for a baby that can’t even roll over yet, Harry’s going a bit hard, thinking Teddy’s a genius.”

“Oh, let him!” Hermione chided, feeling herself smile as Harry described the way Teddy “He’s happy.”

“I know, that’s why I’m whispering in your ear and telling Harry—” Ron turned and raised his voice, “Harry?”

“Yeah?” asked Harry.

“Pass another picture of that smart godson of yours, eh?” beckoned Ron, putting out his long fingered hand. Harry happily obliged, handing over a photo of Teddy. The baby had a small smile as he cuddled and mouthed at a stuffed bear, hair turning a cheerful marigold.

The distraction of Harry in a merry mood for once let Hermione eat her meagre amount without much prodding from Ron to eat more.

The meal was pleasant, and the mood fair, until an owl came knocking on the window.

Mr Weasley rose and received the envelope— crisp and sealed with a red wax seal of Aurors.

Harry and Ron both stared at the envelope as if it might explode as it was brought to the table.

“Ron,” said Mr Weasley, handing his son the envelope.

Ron took the envelope and his fingers trembled slightly as he held it. Hermione watched him intently, unsure what she wanted the outcome to be.

Ron’s eyes flickering between the envelope and Harry, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Taking a deep breath, Ron broke the seal and unfolded the letter. His eyes scanned the parchment silently, his face a mask of concentration.

Ron's brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he looked up, his gaze meeting Hermione's before shifting to Harry.

"I got in," he said quietly, holding up the letter as if it were a fragile artefact.

Mrs. Weasley let out a delighted gasp and rushed to hug her son, while Mr. Weasley beamed with pride.

"Oh, Ron, that's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion.

Hermione couldn't help but notice the lack of joy in Ron's eyes. He kept glancing at Harry, who had not yet received his own letter.

"Congratulations, Ron," Harry said, managing a smile. It was genuine but tinged with a hint of sadness. "You deserve it."

Ron nodded, his expression softening. "Thanks, mate. I'm sure your letter's on its way."

Hermione reached out and squeezed Ron's hand. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered, hoping to convey how much she meant it. Ron gave her a grateful smile, but the underlying tension remained.

After some more hearty congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley turned in for the night, leaving the younger ones to their own devices. Harry and Ginny settled closely on the couch in the living room, their heads bent together as they spoke in hushed tones.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance, and with a silent agreement, they slipped away and headed towards Ron's room. Once inside, they closed the door softly and climbed onto Ron's bed, settling into a comfortable cuddle. She watched him bite his lip, lit by the dual lights of the side table lamp, and moonlight.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, leaning her head up to watch his profile.

Ron sighed, running a hand through his red hair. “Like a pile of dragonshite… Me getting in before Harry just feels completely off. He was always the one who was supposed to become an Auror, not me. Ever since we were kids, I could tell he wanted it. And now here I am, getting in before him. It doesn't feel right.”

Hermione lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Ron, you deserve this just as much as Harry."

“I honestly didn’t think they’d let me in after my last interview. I mean, I basically told them to go fuck themselves and left!”

“Diplomacy has never been your strongest suit,” she replied with a fond laugh.

“I can be diplomatic!”

“Compared to Harry, maybe…”

“I just don’t let people walk all over my friends, is all! I’m perfectly diplomatic if they are,” he said, putting his nose in the air.

Hermione smiled fondly at him. “One of the many traits I admire about you.”

He gave a slightly stunned look, but a smile lit his face. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” she said, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt. “You've worked hard, and you're an incredible wizard. Harry knows that too. He would never want you to feel guilty about your own achievements.”

Ron sighed again, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "I know, but I can't help feeling like I'm stepping on his dreams. What if his letter doesn’t come?"

Hermione gently cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin, rasping at the bit of unshaven stubble. "They’re most likely going to make him jump through some more hoops, after today, but that letter will come eventually. And when it does, we'll all celebrate together. Until then, you deserve to be happy about this… If you still want to be an Auror, of course."

Ron nodded, staring up at the ceiling. "I do… At least for now…”

He leaned over her to grab the letter he’d been given. “I've got to go to the Auror office tomorrow. Sign the paperwork and see my mind healer, Aarti."

"How's that been going, with Aarti?" she asked gently.

Ron stiffened slightly, his jaw tightening. "Alright, I guess”

“What’s it like? I’ve never been to therapy.”

“I get asked a lot of questions… Give a lot of answers,” he began slowly. “Have to describe a bunch of things that happened and what I think about them…”

His throat bobbed with an uncomfortable looking swallow. “It can be rough. And requires a lot more writing than I thought it would! But I can see how it might be helpful. You know, eventually…”

“What kind of writing do you do?” she asked, curious to hear that. She pictured therapy as the cliched patient on a leather couch being asked about their childhood, and mixed remnants from films she’s watched where people are asked impossibly perfect questions that gave convenient to the plot ‘aha!’ moments. She’d never pictured there being writing involved.

“Aarti gave me worksheets. They ask questions like, 'What happened? Why do I think that happened? What were you thinking at the time?' Things like that… "

“Do you find it helps, writing it all down?"

"Mostly it feels like I’m opening old wounds, right now.” Ron said with a shrug, his eyes avoiding hers. “But Aarti says I have to complete a full course of therapy before I’m allowed to go into active service as an Auror, so… I’m going to do it."

Hermione reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "That sounds incredibly difficult. But if it helps you heal and gets you where you want to be, it’s worth it, right?"

Ron gave a small smile. “Maybe... I hope it helps… If it does, maybe you should think about it too. Seeing someone, I mean.”

Hermione felt her body stiffen as she considered his words. "Maybe," she said quietly, then quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, I've been thinking more about Australia and getting my parents back and finalising plans."

Ron seemed relieved by the change in topic and asked, "Yeah? What do you need to do?"

“I’ve been researching spells that might help us, and your Auror books have been quite helpful in that regard.”

“Glad I can help you with research,” he said, a fond, almost teasing smile on his face.

Hermione smiled back, feeling a warmth in her chest. “And I didn’t even need you to grab volumes from a high shelf.”

Ron chuckled, pulling her closer. "So, what spells have you found?"

"There's one that might help with memory restoration even more than the ones I already researched, but it's quite complex. I'll need to practise it a few times before we go. And an Auditory Enhancement Spell will be handy for making sure we’re alone with them and can safely administer the spells."

“I call that one the eavesdropping spell.”

“Yes, that’s a bit nicer to say,” she noted, tapping a finger on her chin. “We can go to their office to see what their usual schedule is, then find a time where they are alone at their office… Maybe even do a spell to get them to linger past the other workers.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to do it at their home?” he asked.

“I know it sounds silly, but I don’t want to do this to them in their home. I already used spells on them before at home, and it felt like enough of a violation… And afterwards, they might be angry and I’d rather be kicked out of their office than their home…”

“I don’t think they’d kick you out,” he said, putting a hand around her middle.

“Not forever, perhaps, but for a bit?” she roughly swallowed. “I can’t imagine they’ll be pleased with what I’ve done. It… It might be some time before they want to see me again… If they ever want to see me again.”

“They’ll want to see you,” he assured her. “They’ve always been proud of you because you’re bloody brilliant, and good and gorgeous.”

She shifted under his praise.

“I’m… I’m not all those things…”

“Yeah you are,” he said with certainty. “But even if you weren’t, they love you. They wrote you loads over the years and had your picture everywhere. You’re their only daughter. They’ll come around eventually, even if they’re ticked.”

She bit her lip and fretted over the infinite possibilities at what her parents would say and do. She’d never once disappointed her parents. Even just imagining the looks on their faces was enough to make her want to flee the room. Instead she gripped the sheet in her hands and wrung it. "I just want to be sure everything goes smoothly. They've been through so much already because of me. I need to make it right."

"You will," Ron assured her, slowly disentangling her hands from the sheet to hold them. His hands were large and warm as they massaged blood back into them. "I know this will go okay.”

She leaned into his shoulder, wishing the comfort of his presence could make her stomach stop roiling.

“Ron… I love you so much,” she felt herself mumbling against his soft orange t-shirt.

His hands stopped moving before she felt them squeeze.

“Yeah?” he asked, tone hopeful and breathless.

Oh no. Hermione realised she’d said it out loud to him. She’d never said it to his face before! She was almost afraid to look at him, but his hands left hers to tilt her face up to his.

"You love me?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, a small, nervous smile playing on her lips.

"Yes," she said softly, feeling her heart race in her chest. "I love you."

Ron’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and joy. He didn’t hesitate for a moment before leaning in and capturing her lips in a fervent kiss that left no room for doubt of his feelings. When they finally pulled apart, breathless and with their foreheads resting against each other, Hermione felt a sense of peace settle over her.

“You know I love you too, right?” he whispered against her.

She nodded, feeling her eyes begin to prickle. She wasn’t sure how she’d managed to make her favourite person actually love her back, but it had happened, and some tension she’d been holding in some unknown part of her body seemed to release.

A few hot tears slid down her face. As she tightened her eyes shut she felt his thumbs wiping at her cheeks.

"We’ll get through this," Ron whispered. "Together."

Hermione nodded, feeling a renewed strength. "Together," she echoed, knowing that even through all the uncertainty, she at least had Ron. -----------------------------------------------------

Previously in Waking Up: Ron and Harry continues their Combat Readiness Exam. They went into the tunnels to hunt down the ‘Squid’- a moving ‘room’ containing senior Aurors. They encounter a Boggart- one is Harry’s- Ginny covered in blood and blaming him. It changes to Otho Crowthers- a Snatcher who attacked Ron. Their team confronts the Squid, and Harry and Ron and Ramona all fall into a Boggart Nest filled with Boggart dust. Intense hallucinations of fear overtake them all- but Harry is most dosed and goes feral attacking a fellow recruit before being pulled from the exam. Ron comes up with a plan to defeat the Squid and they finally are successful in drawing out the Aurors. Ron has a one-on-one with Mussad and comes out victorious. After the exam Ron has his final interview, which includes a rather intense conversation with senior Aurors and him realizing they dosed him with a truth serum. He basically leaves and tells them to stuff it, certain he can't become an Auror after that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So! it's been a long time between updates,I know. I have been inordinately busy this year taking on a lot of responsibilities at work. I also had some big stuff happening in my personal life, including losing a very wanted pregnancy which was really difficult.

BUT GOOD NEWS! I'm now almost six months along with second pregnancy and all has been going well! I feel like crap a lot of the time, so that's been cutting down on my ability to write and do hobbies in general :P

Given that I'll have a newborn in about three months, I don't know where my energy and time will be at for a while. So it might be a while between updates, or not- I really can't predict :P

Thank you so much to all of you who review my writing and letting me know what you think about it- that sort of interaction really helps inspire me to keep writing. So, please let me know what you think! :D

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