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#for she's already perfect in this shot without any makeup
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Ingrid Bergman in a sound test for Intermezzo (1939)
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hiii a request of a jude bellingham blurb where him and the reader she's like famous idk actress or smnth idm? and they're both doing a sexy Calvin Klein photoshoot/commerical together. you can decide if they're already a couple doing it together or like they meet there and there's tension or smith? thanks xx
calvin klein (one-shot)
jude x reader
summary : read the request!
(thx for the request, hope u enjoyyy)
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opening your emails, your eyes widened at the name of the popular company, calvin klein. the email was proposing you to do a photoshoot with the company as a way to promote your new movie and their new underwear line. you chuckled seeing the name of the one you'll be doing the photoshoot with, jude bellingham. no matter how private you two's relationship was, you always managed to be linked to each other. you took a screenshot and sent it to jude, asking him if he was down too. he was quick to answer saying that it would be a nice opportunity and that he was excited to see you posing.
three weeks later, the two of you arrived to the shoot together, saying that you preferred to carpool instead of wasting gas. you parted ways as you were both pulled to separate dressing rooms, a ton of makeup artists and assistants waiting for your arrivals. an hour after, you felt all pampered up in your fresh makeup and soft lingerie. the set was quite simple, matching grey panties and bra with the calvin klein logo on the bands. the assistant had given you a oversized white shirt to wear for the first few pictures. you got up to go see jude and grinned as you saw him dressed in black ck boxers and sweatpants so low-waisted that the band was visible. he looked like a whole meal.
he approached you and pretended to make small talk until he saw that the workers were far away enough for him to talk freely.
"you look stunning baby" he said flirtatiously, making eye contact with you
"could say the same thing about you, walking around looking so damn fine"
he was about to respond, with a dirty answer you presumed, but was interrupted by the photographer telling you two to get ready. the shoot was nothing too complicated, just a white background with a chair set in the middle. the photographer instructed jude to sit on it while you stood behind him, both hands on chest. you could feel the man's heart beating slightly faster as you lightly touched his muscles, making you lean down to whisper in his ear.
"nervous?"
"a little bit yeah" he answered truthfully
you knew that the boy rarely did these types of photoshoots so you squeezed his shoulders in hope to comfort him a bit. you posed for the camera with your hands still lingering on his chest. the next pose was less innocent, with again jude sitting on the chair but this time you sat on his lap, your body only clad in the grey underwears. his hand naturally came in contact with your ass and he was about to remove it, realizing his mistake when the photographer yelled that the pose was perfect and not to move. facing away from the camera, you could stare at jude without any problem now, and that allowed you to observe his focused face, eyes slightly squinted and lips parted. god, he was so beautiful, you told yourself. even a year after, you could still not believe he was yours.
there was a couple more shots with jude on the chair and you in various position around him until the team decided it was time for a break. you went into the personal dressing room at your disposal and jude discretly followed you. the door had barely been closed when the boy pulled on your arm to turn you around and kissed you intensively. you smiled against his lip and kissed him back. the two of you couldnt resist eachother especially after those thirty minutes of subtle touches. you made out, your back against the dressing room's door and him towering over you, for the whole fifteen minutes of break until you got called for the rest of the shoot.
already excited from your previous activites with your boyfriend, you groaned when you saw that the poses were now even more bold. the team had told jude to remove the sweatpants and you had removed the white shirt before, meaning that the two of you had to resist eachother only dressed in underwear. your eyes mets jude's and you saw that he was just as troubled as you were. following the photographer's instructions he laid on the ground as you stood on your knees between his parted legs, leaning like you were about to kiss his abs. the position made your mind slightly dizzy, flashbacks of heated nights with your boyfriend coming to mind. when you got up from this shot, you slighty nudged your foot in between jude's legs making him repress a groan.
''dont get too excited now'' you whispered, smirking down at him
''shut up, youre loving this more than i am''
the next pose though, he loved way more than you. you leaning down supported by your elbows while he laid on top you, his head nestled in your chest. he was just a man after all, having his face in his girlfriend's boobs simply felt like paradise on earth. you smile while looking at the camera, amused at the thought of your man enjoying this way too much. when this shot was over, jude almost physically sighed at the lack of contact with your chest.
the team yelled instructions wanting to get the perfect last shot, but you were still kind of shy to act out their ideas. they wanted you to remove your bra for this last take which wouldn't really expose you seeing that they also wanted jude's hand to cover your boobs. it was still quite a scandalous picture to take, making you kind of apprehensive. seeing your hesitation, jude directly went to comfort you.
''it's fine baby, its nothing too explicit really'' he whispered in your ear
''its scandalous stills, what are people gonna think?''
''we dont care, a photoshoot is a photoshoot. its like acting''
his words managed to calm you down and you proceeded to pose for this last one. jude's hands around you made you way more comfortable, and before you knew it the two of you were back in the car, finished with the long photoshoot. looking at the pictures the director sent, you showed them to jude who was amazed.
''we look really good you know, i'm gonna post it''
''jude you can't do that! you're a footballer you dont post shit like this''
''baby, like i said, a photoshoot is a photoshoot. who cares?''
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judebellingham it look like we in love, but only on camera 🎶
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⋆ Inevitable ⋆
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It was bound to happen, your friends made you aware and so did Minho, but you convinced yourself that you were nothing more than Han's makeup artist. You thought you were delusional in thinking he looked at you differently, but acquaintances don't stare at each other like that.
Pairing - Idol!Han x Makeup Artist Fem!Reader
Word Count - 5.1k
Tags/Warnings - idol!au, slight dry humping for like two minutes, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk if you look really hard, friends to lovers if you want it to be, unprotected sex (we're adults please do the right thing), kinda fast and sweaty sex but it's nice.
A/N - Although this fic includes Han being an idol this is in no way meant to represent him as a person. This is just how I picture him to be - sub/dom dynamics thrown out of the window for the sake of my brainrot. Part two is likely to occur, enjoy this one for now!
© smuttystraykidsthoughts - do not repost, copy or translate without consent.
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Being in the cosmetics field was hard enough already, getting known was harder, and being recommended was nearly impossible. But when you know the right people, and grab opportunities when they get presented, it’s easier.
You were lucky enough to have the most supportive mentor you ever could’ve asked for - she’d not only thoroughly shown you the ropes ever since you started studying, but she also threw your name into a conversation with big-shot managers when they were discussing the change of makeup artists at the end of the month at a party she was well enough known for to be invited.
One particular manager, belonging to a member of Stray Kids, was interested in employing you. You, by some miracle, matched his opinionated description regarding the age and appearance of the right replacement. You leaped out of your skin when you received the phone call, you were ecstatic but paralyzed with fear at the same time. You had some big shoes to fill, and you weren't exactly all that just yet.
You had no idea which member you were being assigned to, you were under the impression it would be to whoever needed assistance, possibly even an assistant to an already skilled makeup artist. The last person you expected to see seated in the chair next to the manager that had called you for an interview, was Han.
Yes, being in Seoul came with the privilege of being in the same building or street as an idol, yes you'd been following Stray Kids since their debut and yes you'd always hoped to share the same air as any member, but working with them just felt too far fetched, all up until the moment you walked into that building, from there on the members felt more than just idols.
You thought you were absurd for thinking Han's eyes lingered on you a little bit longer than necessary during the interview. After a question was asked and answered, Han's eyes would stay on you, observing every fidget of your fingers visible through the transparent glass table top, the bouncing of your knee, he probably even noticed that you were biting the inside of your cheek too, that's how trained his eyes were on you.
Your nerves didn't ease up as quickly as you had hoped once you received the news about getting the job, even when you began spending more time with Han. There was just something so endearingly memorable about the moments he spread his legs out like a starfish to be able to reach your height, the way he'd look into your eyes before fluttering them shut in submission to your brushes and strokes over his seemingly perfect face.
You're glad he didn't ever see your stupid smile each and every time he looked at you like that, like he had to steal a glance before shutting his eyes.
To you, no matter how hard you tried to deny it, it felt like there was always something different about the way Han treated you. He didn't spend his private time with other staff like he did with you, he also didn't get as close to the other staff as he did to you either.
You could feel it, buried deep in your core that something thick, heavy, and hot always rose to the surface between you two when Han got a little too close.
Sometimes, Han would playfully nudge your shoulder after throwing a flirty hint about your outfit or something you did that he found cute, which usually resulted in a couple of mocking ooh’s around the room, but you always tried to take it as nothing but him being friendly, even if your gut said otherwise.
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Tonight was like every other show, with staff, members, and backup dancers swarming like bees throughout most rooms, backstage was always a mess and the air was so thick with adrenaline and nerves that you found yourself to be slightly shaky.
“You excited for the show?” Han asks as he walks into the empty dressing room, dropping his duffle bag on the couch in the middle of the room as he slides his jacket off of his shoulders.
"Kinda," You reply, shakily packing out your makeup cases much sooner than the other artists do, as always - it just made you feel more prepared.
Han strolls over to the chair pulled out beside you and begins to scroll through his phone, which you can tell in your peripheral is his notepad - his lyrics.
You scoff, "Where's everyone else?" Usually, the room would be flooded with members and their own makeup artists and hair stylists.
"They're buying some snacks, I wanted to come sit with y– uhm, read through my lyrics so long, you know I tend to forget them so often," He chuckles, but it's more a clearing of his throat than a laugh.
"Should I get started so long then?" You ask, and contemplation flashes over Han's eyes as if he were deciding over something much more than whether or not you should begin with his makeup.
He hums in confirmation, clicking his phone off and sitting back to let you get to work.
Han's always been friendly to you, sometimes he went out of his way to bring you something to eat, sometimes he messaged you after a show to see if you were home safe, and sometimes he looked at you as if he were going to say something, but he never did.
His eyes would flicker between yours just as they do now, and then he'd close them and sigh deeply, defeatedly.
"Why do you always do that?" You chuckle softly, stepping closer with the palette in one hand and a brush in the other, tilting his head up with your pinky and unknowingly smiling when he follows.
"Do what?" He mumbles with his eyes closed, making sure not to move his mouth too much. "You look like you're about to say something but you always stop," You whisper, hearing your heart begin to beat in your ears as you draw closer to his face.
"It's just hard sometimes," He whispers after taking a breath, "Being an idol and well-known still leaves you in the dark in so many ways."
You frown, stepping back to reach for the eyeliner but when you face Han again, you feel the palms of his soft hands on the exposed skin of your waist where your shirt hitched up, probably while you were bending over to pack your things out, and you try your best not to smudge the eyeliner shaking in your hand, his eyes batter open just to make contact with yours and quickly shut again, deliberately ignoring the subject of his hands on your waist.
You choose to ignore the way his hands' warmth feels welcome on your skin, "Han, I know I work for you, but you can always talk to me… About whatever it is that bothers you. You know that, right?"
There's truth in your words, your relationship with Han has grown into something you can't quite yet decipher - you’ve shared more for it to be just friends - it's not less than friends, but it's also not confined to only friendship, because… well, friends wouldn’t hold each other's waists like this, would they?
"We're still guys, still men. We have desires and needs that have to be fulfilled but you just don't get to in this industry. You're always only an idol, not a normal guy with a normal guy’s needs," Han's tone isn't demanding or manipulative, he isn't trying complaining either, merely stating a fact he's come to term with.
Han’s eyes flutter open slowly as he blinks up at you, he swallows, his gaze moving to your lips for a split second, “Can I admit something?”
You hum back with the warmest smile you can manage at this point, his twitching thumbs doing an unfairly good job of riling you up more than they should.
“You’re pretty.”
“What?” You almost laugh, you must seriously be going insane for thinking you just heard Han Jisung saying you’re pretty, “You’re Han from Stray Kids and you think I’m pretty? Wow, the nerves must really be getting to me,” You scoff.
Han’s fingers tighten so slightly in their grip on your waist that it urges you to stop with your motions to look at him, his eyes no longer boba and doe but serious and concerned, “Yes, my name’s Han, but I’m still just a guy who appreciates a good view when there is one.”
Your cheeks heat up at Han’s attempt at flirting with you, as he always does, “Han, I-”
“And if it were up to me, I’d kiss you right now too.”
You blink stupidly at him, disbelief, and curiosity creating this false confidence that flows through your veins, if Han just told you he’d like to kiss you, in an empty room absent of cameras, why would you ever object?
“So kiss me then.”
Han looks up at you, his blinking batting his pretty eyelashes repeatedly as he swallows, "I- I can't," He breathes, "I'm gonna want more."
You lean forward to close the space between you two, your heartbeat and the slow rhythm of your breathing taking over the drumming of the faint music on the stage, all becoming a white noise you've grown used to, "So take more."
Han's eyes fall from your eyes to your lips as he leans up, the tip of his nose brushing the side of yours, then nudging it as he leans closer, releasing a shuddering exhale before pressing his lips to yours.
Sparks ignite in your belly the instant his lips make contact with yours, and the subtle movement of them drawing back just to open slightly again and connect back to yours has your stomach doing irregular flips.
His hand rises from your waist to the back of your neck, a sharp inhale through his nose as he presses you deeper into his kiss. This time when he draws back, his tongue gently eases in between your parted lips, a shaky breath escaping from the both of you at the sweet, long-awaited taste of the other.
You hear the makeup palette and eyeliner pencil hitting the floor before you feel them slipping from your fingers, your hands instinctively reaching for the nape of his neck.
Han’s hand on your hip pulls down, his knees brushing yours as he adjusts on the stool and you follow his tugging on your body to rest yourself on his lap.
The thinness of your tights, the grazing of your panties on your clit, and the bulge in Han’s crotch formed from his jeans all connect the instant you lower yourself on him, and when you break the kiss to check if he’s okay with it, the prettiest, neediest whimper falls from his glossy lips.
“Ah fuck, that’s hot,” He breathes, “I’m way too damn sensitive for this, shit.”
You kiss him again, the reality of your location forgotten the moment Han’s hands curl around your hips, squeezing so pleadingly when you begin to involuntarily move back and forth on him.
“Oh my god, Han,” You whimper into his mouth, shamelessly relieving yourself against him with nothing but the hopes that it feels good for him too.
“F-fuck oh my god, stop I’m gonna cum in my pants,” He chuckles breathlessly, “Please I can’t embarrass myself like that.”
“I think it would be kinda hot,” You chuckle just as breathlessly as him, your and his hips slowing down from a paced rutting to a harder grind.
“Shit, you’re so sexy,” He breathes, resting his forehead against yours as he drags his hands over your back under your shirt., “I knew there was something between us.”
You sit back, your fingers still playing with the shorter strands of hair on the nape of his neck, you tilt your head, “You felt it too?”
He laughs, shyly looking away, "Thought I was seeing things. Guess I knew from day one I wanted you, had to figure out how to stop this childish twitching of my dick in my pants every time I see you.”
You laugh at his shameless confession, to be wanted by Han in any way is enough, you’d be silly for questioning it, “So, does this me-”
"Hannie!" Minho's voice breaks the comforting silence you and Han got so swallowed in that you lost track of time and place. You jump to your feet, throwing the first scatter cushion you can find over Han’s lap as he scurries to sit upright again, and you duck to pick up your makeup lying rejected on the floor.
“Han, have you seen y/- What are you doing?” Minho questions as he enters the room. “Chan’s looking for you,” He says without giving Han a chance to reply, “In the snack room.”
“Uh, sure okay, yeah,” Han mumbles as he stands up, subtly adjusting his pants by disguising it as placing his phone into his pocket. He walks to the door, turning back to smile at you before leaving.
Minho takes a seat on the same stool Han just got up from, the reminder of what just happened causing your cheeks to heat up. “You like him, don’t you?” Minho asks, a smirk on his lips as he tilts his head to eye you.
“What are you talking about?” You retaliate, turning your back to him as you fidget with the supplies on the dressing table.
“I know him better than he knows himself. I know he likes you, and you feel the same.”
Your hands stop fidgeting, finally turning to face the neutral expression on Minho’s face. “He likes me?”
“Don’t play dumb, you never noticed? That boy is so obvious it’s embarrassing to watch,” Minho chuckles, his eyes dancing over your body as if he were inspecting you, “Knew it would happen. You’re a pretty girl, you keep him calm, you distract him when he’s on stage and he gets nervous. I see him looking for you. When he finds you, he remembers his lyrics again. He even dances better when you’re watching.”
You stay frozen, blinking at Minho in disbelief.
“You didn’t know this would happen?” He questions, true confusion flashing over his face before he scoffs, “We knew the moment you walked in the door, it was just a matter of time.”
Minho gets up, pushing in his chair as he looks down at you, carefully choosing his words, “It’s tough. This isn't a fair industry, once you’re known you’ll never be unknown again. But you won’t ever find anyone like him again, that’s a promise. So whatever your intentions are, make sure they’re right because he’s certain. I hope you are too.”
Minho leaves after that, and you’re given only ten minutes to gather your thoughts before the members and other staff begin to fill the room as the rush begins.
As always, the short time before a show starts is a blur, a storm of rushing and getting things done, and even though you see Han before the show, you don’t actually get to talk to him again.
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During the first half of the show, you didn’t watch as you usually do. You called your best friend, which was just a long, “I told you that would happen” session.
It was true - she predicted exactly that and although you left out the intimate moment you had with Han, you mentioned the words he had said and everything Minho had confirmed too.
You expected her to tell you to get out of there as soon as possible, to make it clear to Han that you’re not here for a hookup, let alone a relationship - as she did with all your hookups or situationships.
But the hopes of her saying that flew out of the window the moment she ended the call with a “Go get him! It’s Han Jisung for fuck’s sake!”
When the show hit the halfway mark, Han was last to enter the dressing room. If you thought he looked good before with the way his hair was styled to match the choreography, his makeup lighting up his face, and his shirt so tight it could’ve been a second skin, you’re unsure how to describe him now.
Sweat collected at the tips of his messy platinum hair, his makeup somewhat smudged yet beautifully so, the muscles and veins in his neck and arms popping with the adrenaline rush and heat of dancing, his eyes hooded and tired, he could be a masterpiece if he were to be painted right now.
The moment he sees you staring at him, a lazy smile curls his lip up. You watch him get a bottle of water, the designated staff dabbing his forehead and neck while his eyes never leave yours, even as he gulps the contents of his drink.
But then, you see him twitching his head once to the direction of the door, a mischievous sparkle in his hazy eyes.
You stay frozen, wondering if maybe you were wrong, but he does it again, this time actually beginning to successfully leave the room while the other members pay him no attention.
Contemplation, willingness, doubt, lust, confusion, want, need.
It all makes your body take one step after the other in the same direction Han went, you walk down the passage of the backstage premises, anticipation bubbling uncomfortably in your throat, looking through the river of people but not finding him specifically.
You walk until the music fades out, and the river of people lessens into a stream. As you look back to see if you can find him, a hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you into the small alleyway between backstage and the exit - a small, forgotten, and dark dead end.
“What the fu-” Warm hands on your hips pressing you against the cool bricks of the wall, even warmer, softer lips pressed against yours. Cold sweat drops onto your chest, and Han’s body presses you harder against the wall.
You know it's him, you can smell its Han even through the faint hint of synthetic smoke, so you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his damp hair as his slide down to grab your ass.
“I’m sorry, I had to kiss you again," He pants once he breaks from you, your breathing a hot and messy combination exchanging in the tight space between you two.
“It’s okay, I missed you too,” You mumble back, looking up at him even though you can barely see him in the dim lighting, he's always felt close to you, but for some reason just the small moment of vulnerability you experienced earlier makes you feel like you've known him for longer, trust him more than ever.
His head dips, wet lips attaching to your throat as you tip your head back to give him more access, your body falling into his as his arms reach to pull you closer.
Your breathing shudders when his teeth graze over your skin, his body pressing into yours so hard you can feel the button of his jeans on your belly, the bulge in his crotch growing each time he draws back and makes contact again.
"H-Han?" You whimper, your eyes shutting as he moves his body against yours.
"Mhm?"
"I want you," The words slip out before you even comprehend that that's what you want.
There’s a pause in Han’s movements, a halt of his hands traveling our body as he pulls back, "We-we've only got twenty minutes?"
It surprises you that he doesn't question anything else but the amount of time you have.
You blink up at him, not knowing exactly what to say, your own words still ringing in your head, you do want him, all of him.
Your hands slide down his torso, watching his chest rise and fall under the palms of your hands, you grab fistfuls of his shirt, creasing it in your tight grasp, "Please Hannie," You mewl softly.
He stills, chest just heaving as he thinks, "Fuck this," He breathes, grabbing your wrists and leading you further down the alleyway to what you only realize once it clicks open is a doorway to a spare room. It's dimly lit by a yellow light, nothing but a table against the wall next to the door.
"What is this?" You ask, noticing how your hand has interlaced with Han's during the walk to wherever this is, the sight of your locked hands igniting the swarming in your belly.
"Does it matter?" He chuckles, clicking the door shut before facing you, "You sure this is what you want?"
The way he looks at you makes your knees feel like they're going to give in, the way he slowly inches forward till he makes contact with your body, droplets of his sweat still dripping onto your face, his hands guiding you to sit on the table, the time limit, all making your insides churn with anticipation.
"We could wait, we could take our time," He breathes, his lips grazing against yours as he speaks, "Or we could rip our clothes off and do it right here."
"Second one," You mumble almost instantly, hoisting yourself onto the table as Han's fingers fumble with your shirt, yours reaching for the buttons of his long sleeve, but by the time you reach the last three, your shirt's already on the floor.
"Fuck the shirt, they can give me another," He groans, his hands clasping over yours and pulling, ripping the rest of the buttons off as his shirt flares open.
A small gasp rips through your throat at the sight of him in front of you, his waist so much slimmer than you've ever imagined, his hip bones carving dents into his skin, abs rising and falling like valleys. They tense under your touch, flexing when you drag your nails over his chest to the button of his jeans.
Your fingers finally undo the button and the zipper of his jeans, the sound of the ripping echoing guiltily in the empty atmosphere. Han reaches his hands up, taking hold of your face as you reach inside his briefs.
You're glad he kisses you the moment your hand wraps around him - he's solid, thick, and far from small, and the whimper that escapes from your chest would almost be embarrassing if he didn't swallow it.
He ruts into your hand, a few thrusts into your fist while he groans into your mouth, his hands flying down to hook over the waistband of your tights, pulling down as you lift yourself off to grant him access.
"Fuck, you turn me on so much," He whispers, kissing you again, tongue messy and wet against yours. This time, when Han's hips meet yours, the tip of his cock brushes over your clit, a strangled gasp sounding from your chest.
"You okay?" He pants, shoving his pants down to pool at his ankles.
"Y-You're big," You stutter, watching his cock leak in the dim light of the room, it's so, so solid.
"Are you gonna be okay?" He questions, his hands cupping your face, the act sweet contradicting his cock dripping precum onto your tummy.
"Yes, yes please I'll be fine," You whine, your hands grabbing him closer by his hips, "Just please, I need you."
"Shit you're hot when you beg," He chuckles, taking hold of his cock in his hand, but halting just as he wraps a hand around it. He releases his cock, taking hold of one of your hands and bringing it down to replace where his hand was before, curling your fingers around himself before dragging your hand up.
He inhales sharply, "Feel me first, feel what you do to me."
Your mouth falls open at the act and his words, your belly swooping with the realization that you've excited him this much, that you’re about to feel him inside of you. He releases your hand but it keeps stroking him, his fingers hooking under one of your knees and lifting it to wrap around his waist. His fingers glide down your inner thigh, one hand holding your hip as the other inches closer, his eyes stay focused on his hand as it finally reaches its destination.
His mouth falls open, “You’re so warm holy fuck,” His finger slips inside of you, your insides instantly clenching around him, the palm of his hand resting against your clit.
His hand moves slowly before he adds another, resting his forehead against yours while he opens you up even more. You’re unable to say anything, to do anything but feel the sweet pleasure only his fingers provide, which just makes you clench tighter at the thought of his cock.
His fingers slip out of you gently, and he kisses you again while he adjusts closer to the table. Each of his movements is gentle, slow, and thought-out, not once does he neglect any part of the process due to the time limit floating in the air.
“Ready?” He whispers, a smile tugging at his lips that you can hear when he speaks, and you nod in confirmation, biting your lip in excitement.
Your legs wrap around his waist, one of his arms hooked underneath one of yours to hold himself up, the other guiding himself closer to you, you choose to watch his face in the dim light provided. His eyebrows scrunch up, his shiny lips parted as a whimpered curse falls from them, and then he inches into you.
The stretch is intense, your legs twitching in an effort to take him, your own curse filling your ears as you try to relax. “You okay?” He asks, voice strangled by his own struggle.
“Fucking perfect,” You mewl, your head throwing itself back as you feel his abdomen connect to your clit, finally all the way in, “Please Han,” You whimper, your fingers tugging at his hair harshly.
“Please what?” He chuckles, stilling inside of you and you writhe in desperation.
“Fuck me.”
“God, I’ve always wanted to hear those words,” He groans, drawing out before thrusting back into you at a much faster pace.
The drag of his solid shaft pulling out and thrusting back into you has your eyes fluttering shut, the angle allowing him to reach so deep inside that you’re sure you can feel him in your tummy.
His hands grip your hips harder, pulling you in to meet his thrusts, the sound of skin making contact causing you to place a hand on his tummy, “Slowly, we’re being too loud,” you chuckle.
He chuckles in between pants, “Sorry, got a bit too deep.”
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him down to kiss you as his thrusts slow down, settling for what’s supposed to be a lighter feel, but instead, the short, deep thrusts he gives while his abs graze over your throbbing clit repeatedly has you moaning so loud that someone walking past would immediately know what’s going on.
“Feel good like this?” Han pants, his arms tightening around your body to prevent the table from banging against the wall as it has been.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like this,” You mewl, “Holy fuck."
You feel one of Han's arms lifting, and then his hand being placed firmly to cover your mouth, “Shh baby, they’re gonna know.”
Your eyes flutter shut as your body falls numb to his strokes, caving into the sweet pleasure his body fucks into you, you feel your vision going blurry.
“How can you feel this good?” He groans, “Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock again, ahh-”
Your own hand reaches up to cover his mouth, both of you keeping the other one quiet from your moans escaping between fingers, the subtle banging of the table against the wall your only giveaway.
Han’s hips stutter when you cover his mouth, his eyes screwed shut, his louder moans vibrating against your hand.
You feel your belly burning with your approaching release, it's uncontrollable and you’re unable to speed it up or slow it down, it just feels so good that you can't help but let it happen. You feel your thighs shaking, your body about to tumble over.
Your hands reach for whatever they can find, his hair, his neck, your nails scratching his skin eliciting a whine from Han as the throbbing sweetness begins to pulsate through your veins.
“Oh my fucking god you're cumming,” Han whimpers, his own grip on your hips growing harsher as he begins to fall, “ ‘m cumming with you.”
In the slithers that your eyes manage to stay open, you see Han losing all composure as his head falls to the side, his jaw hanging slack and his eyes fluttering shut as a long, high-pitched moan drips from his lips, his hips stuttering before drawing back as he spills himself over your stomach.
Long, thick, warm ribbons of his orgasm litter your body as he pants, stumbling forward to rest his head on your collarbone.
Your arms reach up to hold him, pressing him as close to your body as you can without making him fall over, his chest heaves, arms trembling around you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, despite being a trembling, heaving, uneasy mess himself. It makes your heart flutter, “Perfect,” You mumble.
The kiss he places on your neck feels endearing, caring almost.
“Shit, I’ve got five minutes before we go on again,” He says after checking his watch behind your back, gently unhooking from your grasp and handing you your shirt and tights before pulling his own jeans back up and buttoning the remains of his shirt.
Despite the lazy feeling drifting in the air along with your breathing, both of you are silent as you get dressed and you hop off of the table to reach for the door, a hand clasping over yours to prevent you.
You look at him, his eyes gentle and less hazy than before, “Do you wanna come home with me?”
“Wh-what do you mean? I- I can’t do that, people will know.”
“No, they won’t. They don’t see us leaving, and the managers won’t ask questions either, they’re not allowed to ask personal questions. Please?”
The way Han looks at you at that moment has your heart beating irregularly, “Y-You want me to go home with you?”
Han nods slowly, looking away as something flashes over his features, “Only if you want to. We could stick to this just being once off if that’s what you wanted, but I know I’d like to hear you without a hand covering your mouth at least once more.”
A smile creeps up your face, both of you chuckling at Han’s shamelessness.
“Better perform your best Hannie, in case I change my mind.”
“Be in the first row and I’ll dance just for you then.”
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"Age Doesn't Matter" 24
Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader
23
You wake up on the day of your much-awaited date, feeling excited yet anxious. As you step out of bed, you realize that you haven't decided on what to wear yet. You immediately rummage through your closet, trying on different outfits, but nothing seems to make you feel confident.
One of the things that was stressing you out the most was the fact that Katsuki had not given you any details about where the date would take place, leaving you unsure of what to wear.
As you sat on your bed, you glanced at the clock on your bedside table and noticed that you still had plenty of time before you were supposed to meet Katsuki. You pulled out your phone and began searching for outfit ideas for a first date, hoping to find something that would make you feel confident and comfortable.
You found a decent outfit that doesn't look too casual and still appears presentable. So, you decided to go with this idea.
Clothes? Done.
Should you wear any makeup? — Katsuki was feeling extremely anxious, just like Y/n. He had already reached out to Eijiro for help in taking care of Kazui, but unfortunately, he was unable to shake off the unwanted company of a guy who seemed to be closely observing and commenting on his every move.
“Is that really what you're gonna wear?”
“Bro. Are you serious?”
“You're not going in an interview.”
Katsuki is becoming increasingly irritated by Eijiro's persistent comments, and his tolerance is wearing thin.
“Will you shut up?!” Katsuki shouted.
“Geez. Calm down, bro.” Eijiro sweatdropped.
“Calm down, papa.” Kazui meddled.
“Keep working on your homework. Let the adults talk.” Katsuki shot a dirty look at Kazui, who quickly returned to his writing.
“Why are you so nervous, anyway? Man, you're losing your cool.” Eijiro said as he relaxed on the sofa, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Fuck off.” Said Katsuki and made his way to his bedroom.
"There's a child in here, ya know!!" Katsuki's reaction left Eijiro and Kazui confused. They exchanged a look before Kirishima shrugged, trying to ease the tension. "He's probably just nervous," Kirishima said with a smile.
Kazui frowned, trying to make sense of the situation. "About what?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"You'll see," Kirishima replied, his grin widening. "Now finish your homework or else your papa will kick me," he added, winking at Kazui.
Hours had gone by and Katsuki was finished preparing for his date. He took his time getting ready, making sure he looked good without coming off too formal or casual. He wanted to impress Y/n but also stay true to himself.
As he walked down the stairs, he witnessed how Kirishima tried to help Kazui with homework. "I'm off," he said to them, grabbing his coat from the rack. "Give me a call if anything comes up or if you need anything," Katsuki added.
"Alright, good luck, bro! I'll see you later," Kirishima said, waving goodbye. Kazui smiled at his father, wishing him luck as well.
Katsuki just smirked. He closed the door behind him and walked towards his car, feeling the cold breeze of the night. He checked his car for any flat tires before getting in and starting the engine, letting the car warm up for a few minutes before slowly driving off his veranda, and making his way to Y/n's apartment.
As he drove, he felt his nerves kicking in. He played some music to distract himself, but it only made him more anxious. He wanted everything to be perfect, and the thought of making a mistake made him feel even more nervous.
Meanwhile, Y/n was a bundle of nerves, too. She had picked out an outfit she found online, but she wasn't sure if it looked good on her. She put on a little makeup to enhance her features but tried to keep it natural. She debated whether to curl her hair or leave it straight, eventually settling on brushing it.
As the time went by, Y/n kept looking at the clock, wondering when Katsuki would arrive. She couldn't wait to see him but also felt anxious about the evening since it's been a while since she last dated someone.
A few minutes passed and a knock was heard in Y/n’s front door. She instantly stood up, patting her dress to avoid any wrinkles, and took a deep breath, before slowly exhaling and walking toward her front door, opening it and revealing a handsome Katsuki waiting for her.
They looked into each other's eyes causing them to both turn red. Katsuki then finally spoke up.
“Ready to go?” He asked, to which she nodded in response.
She quickly took her purse, along with her jacket, as well as her scarf due to the cold breeze of the upcoming winter.
“I am ready,” Y/n said as she smiled up to Katsuki causing him to smile in return.
As she neared the car, Katsuki caught her off guard when he opened his car for her, waiting for her to get in. Once Y/n settled in, Katsuki gently closed the door, he then proceeded to the driver’s seat and settled himself in as well.
It took him a while before he could start the engine since he was distracted now that Y/n was sitting behind him. He wanted to hold her hand desperately but he held himself back. He doesn't want to rush things.
“Um. I didn't know where we were going to eat so I’m not sure if what I wore is appropriate.” Y/n said as she looked outside the car nervously, rubbing her arm.
“You look really beautiful,” Katsuki said his face turning slightly reddish finally starting the engine and driving off to their destination.
His compliment made her face turn red. Instead of replying, Y/n stared out the car window trying to pat down the redness on her face.
Katsuki, on the other hand, was overthinking when you didn't respond to him. Was the compliment too much for you? Was he being too fast? He didn’t know what to think.
“Thank you, Katsuki.” When Y/n spoke his name, Katsuki glanced at her to see her face. Y/n didn't notice it, but listening to her say his first name made his heart race.
Meanwhile, Y/n was surprised when she realized she called him by his first name causing her to panic. Y/n covered her lips with both hands and she looked at Katsuki nervously. “I'm sorry! I-i’m so sorry! I didn't know what came over me. I should have said Bakugou,-” but she was cut short when Katsuki held up his hand.
"I like hearing you call me that way. Bakugo is way too formal anyway,” He spoke, eyes still focused on the road. He was trying so hard to keep his face from turning red.
This took Y/n by surprise. She was about to retort when Katsuki suddenly told her that the restaurant he booked was finally near. ‘He booked a restaurant?!’ this made Y/n look at where his eyes were looking. It was a four-star restaurant, which took her by surprise; her eyes were a little widened. The front looks luxurious. She can see a few people exiting their canto head inside. Boy was she glad she wore a dress.
Y/n’s eyes scanned the area as she looked around the restaurant that Katsuki had booked for their date. She was not too keen on the idea of booking an entire restaurant for a date and preferred a simple fast-food restaurant instead.
"Hell no. You deserve this kind of place. And if you want me to book this whole restaurant, you should've told me." Katsuki said exiting his car. "Stay in there."
"I-i didn't say anything you should!" Y/n said as she watched Katsuki go to her side and open the car door for her. This simple gesture warmed her heart. "Thank you, K-katsuki.." As she spoke, her face turned even redder, which Katsuki found amusing.
"Don't mention it," Katsuki said, flashing a small smile before offering his arm to Y/n, which she accepted shyly.
The moment they stepped inside, Y/n was immediately struck by the luxurious atmosphere. Her eyes widened in amazement as she took in the brilliance of the ballroom. Everything was in golden color, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging in the middle, casting a warm glow across the room. A live orchestra was playing smooth jazz music on the stage, and everyone was dressed in their finest attire. Y/n felt a bit out of place, having never been to such a fancy place before.
"Mr. Dynamight," the head waiter said, bowing slightly as they approached.
"That's right," Katsuki replied, his tone confident and assertive.
The waiter led them to their table, which was located on the second-floor balcony, overlooking the ballroom. The table was adorned with delicate white tablecloths, flickering candles, and scattered rose petals. 'Katsuki really went all out for this date,' Y/n thought to herself, feeling a bit nervous. Katsuki pulled out a chair for her and helped her to sit down before taking his seat across from her.
As they sat at their table, the waiter approached them once again, holding a menu in his hands. He offered her the other menu with a slight smile, and Y/n thanked him.
"Give us just a moment to decide," he said, glancing over the menu's pages.
The restaurant was dimly lit, and the murmur of voices around them created a calm atmosphere around them. As they perused the menu, Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the prices.
"T-this place looks…um…" Y/n stammered, her voice trailing off.
Katsuki looked up from the menu, sensing her hesitation. "Don't worry about it, Y/n. Just choose whatever you want," he said reassuringly.
Y/n smiled gratefully still a little hesitant though, feeling her anxiety slightly melt away. As they chatted about the menu, Y/n couldn't help but notice earlier that the waiter seemed to know Katsuki quite well.
"Oh, the waiter seems to know you," Y/n remarked, giggling softly.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Yeah. It's cause those idiots keep bringing me here all the time," he grumbled.
Y/n couldn't help but smile at his annoyance. "Is that so?" she teased playfully.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You don't believe me?" he asked, his tone joking.
Y/n laughed and shook her head. "No, no, I believe you," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Those words. Katsuki didn't know what they made him feel, but he knew that he was having a great time with Y/n.
After deciding what to order, Katsuki called for the waiter to list their orders.
As the night went through, Y/n and Katsuki chatted as they waited for their meal to arrive. The atmosphere was comfortable. They laughed, chuckled, and had a little bit of teasing on the side. Once their meal finally arrived, both adults started eating.
Katsuki couldn't help but notice Y/n's appearance. He can see her put on a little bit of makeup and even wear pieces of jewelry. He was taking in Y/n's look today. The fact that she put on this extra effort for him, for their date. It made him feel special. Just thinking about this made him smirk.
"Katsuki?" Y/n called out. She was getting embarrassed when she caught him staring at her. What made her face turn red was the fact that he didn't look away when she caught him. "I-is there something wrong w-with my look?" She asked, worried about her makeup smudging.
"You know you don't need makeup, right?" Katsuki said stirring his food. "Just noticed how you made extra effort today." Saying this, a smirk made its way to his lips. "S'that for me?"
Y/n felt her heart rate increase with every second she spent in the presence of Katsuki. His smirk was enough to make her flustered, and she couldn't help but look away while covering her face. "S-stop teasing me," she stuttered out, hoping to regain her composure.
But Katsuki didn't let up. He pushed for an answer, his smirk never leaving his lips. "You didn't answer me," he said, resting his cheek against his palm as he watched her squirm. "Well? I'm waiting."
Y/n bit her lower lip, still refusing to look at him. She knew that she had put in extra effort to impress him, but she didn't want to admit it. "You d-don't need to know that," she mumbled, her cheeks turning even redder.
But Katsuki was relentless. "I didn't hear a no," he said, finding amusement in her discomfort.
"I-i did," Y/n whispered, feeling completely embarrassed.
Her answer made him grin before going back to his meal. "Fuckin' knew it."
The night sailed by smoothly without any problem. Y/n found herself chuckling at Katsuki's stories, mainly about Kirishima and the other members of their circle. She had no idea that they were such close friends, especially Katsuki's bond with Deku. She was also fascinated by Katsuki's competitive spirit, which was evident in his stories. He was undoubtedly determined to ascend to the top rank and achieve his childhood dream. She was equally impressed by how Katsuki never let fatherhood restrain him from pursuing his dreams.
As she pondered over Katsuki's life, Y/n noticed the striking resemblance between him and his son Kazui. They could almost be twins.
"You're an amazing father, Katsuki," Y/n complimented him out of nowhere.
Katsuki was taken aback by her words. No one had ever expressed such admiration for him, and certainly not from Y/n. It was at that moment that he understood that his feelings for Y/n were more deep than he had initially thought. He had never felt this way before, not even towards his ex-wife. Y/n was different. She never judged him and always seemed to understand him like an open book. Her e/c eyes gazed at him softly, and he felt like he was someone fragile under her gaze.
"Y/n.." He whispered as he gazed at her fondly.
"Hmm?" Y/n blinked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"I.." Katsuki trailed off. He was bad at this but he'll try his best. He doesn't want to screw this up. "Fuck." He cussed pushing his hair back. "I'm fucking bad in this kind of stuff, but screw it. I don't know what to fucking tell you. But one thing I know is that I.."
Y/n was feeling nervous as she waited for him to finish.
"I love you."
Finale
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Age doesn't matter is finally at its final part. I'll try and make it longer as much as I can. For now, enjoy this part! <3 Inspired by: If you believe by Rachael Lampa
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I Crybaby I part three
Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin × Naive Femme Reader
18+ MDNI
Warnings: demeaning comments, crude behavior, aggression toward reader, hurt/comfort
Info: Anakin is an ass, like no joke he's really mean. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90's), he might be mean now but I promise he is changing
Smut is coming soon! Be on the look out for the next chapter.
NOT PROOFREAD
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You woke up in a panic, sulked on your drive to work, suffered through the day at the diner, and drove home with an anxiously churning stomach.
You paced the floors of your living room and kitchen, you’d already called Marie three times and had stopped yourself from sprinting to the wall phone once again. She offered to come help, but you’d refused, saying she’d already done so much for you. Besides this was something you felt like you had to do on your own, Anakin was nosy, he’d definitely take notice of a stranger visiting your house.
He had already tried to rip your shopping bag of makeup from your hands, insisting he needed to see inside. Stating that he was better at it than you anyway, you could benefit from a lesson or two. At this point you would’ve considered taking him up on the offer if you knew it wouldn’t ruin your plan.
You’d never so much as owned black eyeshadow, and Anakin did wear it often. You closed your eyes and tried to picture the way it looked in your head, then thought better of it. That would be creepy right? Copying his look?
So instead you settled on clumsily going through the motions of your transformation with the company of girls from Marie’s magazines. You’d ripped them out and hastily stuck them to your bathroom mirror with gum.
You braided your hair and looped some silver hoops in it just like one of the girls who was modeling a very painful looking choker necklace. The girls were all wearing heavy makeup, and your attempts had all turned out miserably, so you went back to the magazines and flipped through until you found the perfect reference.
A skinny boy in a fishnet shirt had on subtle and simple looking makeup, you could handle that, it should be easy… right? Digging through your grocery bag of new eyeshadows you selected a black eyeshadow palette that had a gorgeous little square of greyish sparkles.
You tried over and over again until your eyelids felt raw, with a frustrated cry you slammed the palette down onto the counter, effectively cracking the clear plastic lid.
“Great!” You huffed, “just great.” You began scraping up the fallen black powder with your bare hands, being interrupted by the phone ringing.
You screeched in surprise, the abrasive and shrill noise always startled you. The floor was slick under your fuzzy pink socks as you rushed to the kitchen wall phone. You sniffled, tears of frustration forming as you slipped and almost fell, swiping at them without thinking.
“Hello?” You croaked.
“What’re you doing?” The voice on the other line laughed.
“Anakin?” You questioned in surprise.
“Obviously.” He huffed, you could visualize his eyes rolling in annoyance. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Why do you want to know?” You shot back.
“Your bathroom window is wide open and you’ve been banging around in there for the last hour.” He grumbled.
“I’ll close it.” You huffed.
“What’re you doing?” He asked again.
“Nothing!” You said loudly, “it’s not your business.”
“Well sorry for trying to make sure you weren’t being murdered.” He retorted, starting to speak again.
“Listen. I’m busy. I’ll close the window.” You started to hang up, but stopped when you heard him shouting.
“Hey! Wait a second! God, you’re impatient.” He grumbled, “I won’t be home tonight, so if you’re going on some shitty date don’t count on me to rescue you alright?”
“Got it.” You said through gritted teeth.
With that you hung up, bringing the heels of your palms to dig into your tired eyes. Was this worth it? What was that phone call? Was he looking through your window or did he somehow hear you another way? Were you just that loud?
You groaned, dragging your hands down your face before sucking in a sharp breath. The phone was covered in black power and as you looked down you realized your hands were too.
“Shit!” You spit out, stomping to the bathroom sink and staring at yourself in the mirror.
You looked a mess, your whole face streaked with eyeshadow. Angrily your wet a towel and scrubbed off the makeup from your cheeks and nose, washing you hands and then grabbing your makeup remover for a more gentle approach on your already irritated eyes.
But when you looked back at yourself, you realized it wasn’t all that bad. It actually looked kind of good? Maybe the trick was using your fingers instead of a brush, maybe just cleaning it up around the edges would fix it. You could salvage this as long as you stayed calm… probably.
First things first though you went and shut the window, closing the curtains before returning to your task.
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Thirty minutes later you had penciled eyeliner and tinted lip gloss to go along with your surprisingly nice eyeshadow. You were proud, you looked good, you - felt - good.
You headed back to the kitchen, pulling out the scissors from the knife block, it was time to cut off shirt. You slipped it on over your bralette, pinching the fabric at the spot you wanted to cut along the midriff. Snipping a tiny hole there before moving to your shoulders and repeating the process.
Once the snips were put in place you lifted the shirt up and over your head again, cutting off the places you’d marked. The sleeves were gone, along with a good portion of the fabric that would normally hug your sides, the bralette peaking out from under the shirt. The new hem hit just above your belly button, the breeze from the fan tickling your skin.
You slipped on the ripped baggy jeans complete with your homemade rips and tears before allowing yourself to slump to the floor. You had about a hour to kill, you didn’t want to be extremely late and you didn’t want to be early so you planned to arrive about fifteen minutes after start time. You wanted to be able to sneak in and find a spot among the crowd until you were comfortable enough to make your way to the front.
You heard the pop and crack of Anakin’s car starting and the tell-tale sign of him leaving could be heard as he screeched out of his driveway. Another glance at the clock showed only 5 minutes had passed. You couldn’t just idly sit there, it was excruciating to wait for something you were so anxious for.
You stood up, deciding to stop at the gas station up the road and grabbed a bottle of Pepsi before heading off to your destination. That would kill some time, the old man behind the register always talked to much, you needed gas anyway. Smiling at your new plan you rushed to grab your keys and small wallet.
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You pulled in at the warehouse and saw it was absolutely packed with cars, people milling about, smoking, music playing through speakers from a CD you didn’t recognize. You jogged inside, taking in the scene. It was incredible. The people were all so different, it was interesting to see so many kinds of people all mixed together in one place, interacting as if they all knew each other.
You weaved your way in a dense spot at the tail end of crowd just as Anakin and his band walked on the makeshift stage.
You could feel your heart race as you caught sight of Anakin, his usually gelled hair was shaggy and moving with attitude as he stepped onto the stage with his bandmates. The crowd erupted with cheers, as the front man introduced them all, the excitement and anticipation from the crowd palpable in the air.
He took his seat at his drum kit, his tongue poking out in concentration while twirling his drum sticks. It shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, it wasn’t your fault that he exuded a magnetism that was hard to ignore.
The band began to play, a heavy wave of guitar and pounding drums filling the warehouse. The low growl of the lead singer was much more intense in person than what you had heard on CD’s.
You found yourself struck with awe, your eyes locked on Anakin. The way he thrashed about, fully immersed in the music, was both powerful and mesmerizing. It was as if he had tapped into something primal, expressing his raw emotions through each beat of the drum. It was something you’d never seen from him before, he was so focused, so in his element.
In your stupor you failed to see a younger man stumble your way after shoulder checking another person. He fell into you and immediately apologized, laughing at himself. He quickly realized you weren’t laughing along with him, in fact you looked quite miffed.
"Hey! First time?" He asked and you nodded quickly with eyes wide, he laughed and pulled you into a nearby group of people. They showed you what to do, shared the unspoken rules of events such as this and it was exhilarating.
You’d never have imagined yourself enjoying something as chaotic as this, but here you were, soaking it all in with enthusiasm. Laughter and excitement filled the space as they showed you the ropes, guiding you through the chaos of the wall to wall mosh pit. It was an exhilarating experience, completely freeing and liberating. You laughed and let go, surrendering to the atmosphere that surrounded you.
As the music reverberated through the warehouse, the room alive with pulsating energy. Each beat of Anakin's drumsticks echoed in perfect synchrony with the crowd's wild enthusiasm. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he effortlessly commanded the drums, his body moving wildly with the rhythm.
After bidding farewell to your newfound friends, you found yourself gradually making your way to the front, eager to witness Anakin's performance up close. The sight of him sent bolts of anticipation shooting through your veins. You smiled widely, unable to contain the surging energy bubbling within your chest.
The song reached its crescendo, the crowd roared their approval, their cheers crashing against the walls. Anakin's drumming intensified, his body drenched in sweat, his passion tangible in every stroke. It was a breathtaking sight, even more so when you realized he was playing some parts with his eyes closed. Facial muscles twitching occasionally with the effort of keeping himself on track.
They wasted no time in jumping into another song, and another, and another. It was bewildering to see how much effort it took to play with such intensity up close. How could they all keep up? How could Anakin not be exhausted already? He was throwing his entire being into beating those drums and making it look completely effortless despite the sweat dripping from his forehead.
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The show had ended but the people hadn’t dispersed as much as you would’ve liked. You maneuvered through the crowd, heart sinking at the sight of Anakin surrounded by a group of girls vying for his attention. His eyes met yours, and you felt hopeful for just a moment, before reality crashed down on you as he turned away. Jealousy twisted in your gut, and you found yourself hesitating, unsure of what to do next. Should you wait and try to speak to him, or should you walk away, heart heavy with disappointment?
Feeling a mix of frustration and defeat, you took a step back, hiding in the shadows of taller people, observing from a safe distance. Anakin seemed disinterested in the attention, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for something--or someone.
But the sight of those girls clinging to him, vying for a moment of his time, stirred a sense of unease within you.
As you weighed your options, a new wave of frustration washed over you. You couldn't bear to watch any longer, feeling the sting of jealousy and insecurity gnawing at your confidence. With a pout, you turned on your heel and walked away, deciding that it was probably better to leave and nurse your wounded pride in solitude.
The journey back to the car felt heavy, each step punctuated by the weight of disappointment that pressed against your chest. It was only when you felt the cool metal of the car door beneath your clammy fingertips that you finally allowed the emotions to consume you.
Tears welled up in your eyes, their droplets tracing a path down your reddened cheeks as you crumpled into an emotional wreck. Sobs wracked your body, unleashing pent-up frustrations mingling with the raw ache of rejection. It was an agonizing release, the culmination of disappointment and longing that had been building within you. In that moment of vulnerability, you allowed yourself to grieve the connection you so desperately wanted but felt slipping through your fingers.
As time ticked by, the tears slowly subsided, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion and resignation. You wiped your cheeks, the dampness lingering as a reminder of your emotional unraveling. With a heavy sigh, you started the engine and prepared to drive away. Wanting nothing more than to escape the ache that lingered in the air.
By the time you shifted into drive there were even more people leaving the venue, the parking lot getting empty. You sighed, pulling out of the parking lot and speeding home.
"Great." You rolled your eyes and sniffled, Anakin had beat you home, he was standing on his front porch smoking a cigarette, shirtless.
His shirtless form glistened under the porch light, his sweaty t-shirt hanging haphazardly over the railing. You couldn't help but feel vulnerable in his presence. You sniffled, still fighting back the remnants of tears, as you stepped out of the car and closed the door with a soft thud.
"Bad date?" Anakin shouted, snickering.
"Guess you could say that." Under the cover of darkness he couldn't see your clothes and for that you were thankful.
You knew you would have to walk quickly so you could get into the house before he saw your clothes under the porch light. So you ran up your driveway and jogged up your steps.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He barked out laughing.
He couldn't see the full outfit from this angle, just the tattered t-shirt.
"Stop it." You shouted, trying not to cry again as you fumbled with the keys.
His laugh filled the air as he witnessed you clumsily struggling in your disheveled state, the pain in his eyes masked by his laughter tinged with a touch of cruelty. Your heart sank further, emotions teetering on the edge of overwhelming you once more.
"Does baby need a hug?" He asked teasingly, hopping down from the second to last step of his porch and making his way to you.
"Stop it Anakin," You pleaded, desperation lacing your words as you dropped the keys.
You groaned, scooping them up hurriedly, desperate to get inside. But it was too late. Anakin was walking up the steps, taking in every detail of your very out of character clothes.
"What the fuck is this?” He asked pointing at the clothes with a confused expression.
"Stop. You're just gonna be mean." You said back.
Anakin's features softened, an uncharacteristic flicker of concern crossing his face. His fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to reach out and offer comfort.
You took a step back, heart pounding in your chest. You’d had seen the glimpses of his softer side, his capacity for care buried beneath layers of cynicism. But in that moment, you couldn't allow yourself to hope. His previous toxic behaviors and hurtful words echoed in your mind, urging you to protect yourself.
"Where were you?" Anakin's gaze remained fixed on you, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Where were you?" You shot back hoping that the venom in your voice would convey your disappointment.
He didn't recognize you at his gig. After you tried so hard to impress him, now he was here making fun of you for dressing this way.
You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him. But when his silence stretched on, your frustration grew.
"Where were you?" You asked again sharply.
You wanted him to feel the sting of disappointment, to understand the effort you had put into the night, only to be met with ridicule. You had hoped to impress him at his gig, to have him notice you, and now he stood before you mocking the very choices you had made to catch his eye.
Anakin's brows furrowed even deeper, a hint of remorse flickering across his features. He was adept at hiding his emotions, but in that moment, you saw a glimpse of regret in his eyes.
"You were at the gig, weren't you?" His tone had lost its earlier teasing edge, replaced instead by a heavy mix of confusion and realization.
A wave of emotions washed over you-disappointment, hurt, and even a tinge of anger. You had gone out of your way to support him, to be present in a world that wasn't yours, just for him. And in return, he didn’t even recognize you.
"It's doesn't matter if I was does it?" You asked, wiping your eyes.
He leaned in closer, the subtle scent of his Marlboro cigarettes mingling with the hint of his cologne and sweat. His voice, now gentle and sincere, reached your ears like a soothing melody.
"No, it does matter," he replied, his voice laced with regret.
"It's okay. I get it, I know what you're gonna say. I look dumb, I look like I'm trying to hard, I shouldn’t have even come to your show.” You sniffled, tugging at your shirt that now felt so uncomfortable.
Anakin's face fell as he listened to your words, sensing the insecurity and self-doubt that had clouded your thoughts.
"You don't look dumb. I didn't mean to make you feel that way." He ran his hands through hair, his tongue playing with his lip piercings.
“You don’t even look like yourself babydoll.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded upset.
"But-" You had finally stopped crying and then your voice broke once again. "I thought you'd like it if I dressed like I belonged there."
He let out a low sigh, his fingers absently playing with the chain on his pants as he searched for the right words.
"I get why you did it, darlin'," he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with self-reproach. "You wanted to fit in. But listen, you don't have to change who you are for anyone, especially not me."
He stepped towards you, still not looking up.
"Its not that you don't look good, you do, you always do. But I know it's not you. You only wore that because of me. I don't want that, YOU don’t want that.” He sighed and finally looked into your eyes.
"I was looking for my pretty princess in a pink dress." He whispered, his hand coming up to your cheek.
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Curtains Closed - Part 3
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Warnings: I dont thinkkk there's anything, just hella fluff
Author's Note: Your wish is my command... I hope this doesn't disappoint <3 Thank you for all of the love on curtains closed, it has been so fun to write !!
A year today. A whole year had passed. You'd shot and released a film, won an Oscar, got a new apartment in New York, released your own makeup brand, and were now in the audition process for a new film you were hoping to get. An entire year of your life, the highs lows and the inbetweens - all of it without Drew.
Since the Vanity Fair party, the two of you hadn't spoken. It was a relief to realise he wasn't dating Emily, but it didn't change anything else. You weren't ready to date him again without feeling that same jealousy and distrust that had driven you apart in the first place. You needed to know that if you got together again, it would stick.
"I don't know what to wear," You groan to Madelyn over facetime, holding up two outfit options, "They haven't told me anything."
"Just wear something comfortable," She encourages, "They're going to be more concerned about having Academy Award Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in their film than about what you're wearing."
"I don't know why I'm so nervous, I just have a terrible feeling about this," You groan, pulling the black pair of leggings over your thighs.
Today you had a chemistry read with the person who would be possibly playing your love interest in the film, meaning the casting directors had to make sure that you would be a convincing fit for the roles. The last time you'd had a love interest of any kind on screen, it was Drew.
"Alright, I think this is okay," You take a deep breath, fixing the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt over your waist, "I need to down a coffee and then I need to go."
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You arrive at the audition with a minute to spare, hurrying through the door with a glimmer of sweat breaking through your light makeup.
"God, I'm not late am I?" You wince at the girl on reception.
She smiles and shakes her head, "Don't worry, you're all good. And I'm pretty sure they would wait for you anyway."
You take a deep breath, "Is the guy already here?"
She looks at you with a frown between her brows, "They haven't told you who you're reading with?"
You stare at her for a second, a little taken aback, "Why? Should I be concerned?"
As if on cue, the two of you reach the door to the audition room and she opens it for you to go through.
This is the feeling, isn't it? That feeling of your words dropping from your throat, your heart dropping out of your chest, colliding with the butterflies that are now on a rampage inside your stomach.
"Drew."
He is still every part of him. Tall, shoulders broad, bright eyes, the defined structure of his face, hair growing out longer than the last time you'd seen him, messy and perfect around his face.
"I didn't know you'd-"
"Be here," He finishes your sentence for you, "Yeah, me neither."
You can tell by the slight breathlessness in his voice; he'd lost all of his words too.
"Is everything okay guys?" The casting director frowns and both of you whip your heads around to look at her and the rest of the panel, like you'd both just been caught in the act.
Drew's eyes turn back to you almost as quickly as they'd left. You blink a couple of times at the table of people waiting for you, trying to draw yourself back to some level of professional reality, "Yeah, everything's fine."
"Alright, are you two ready to start with the scene?"
No. Not a single part of you was ready.
"Of course," You force a smile, one that you had gotten used to faking.
"Yeah, of course," Drew must be good at faking too.
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"I don't know who you think you are, but this isn't you, this isn't us," You read the line aloud, trying with everything you could to draw yourself away from your own body and into the character.
"And what is us anymore?" Drew responds, his eyes hunting for yours.
You look up at him and see the emotion behind him, the vision of him and the character seemingly blurring into one in front of you, "Maybe there isn't an us, maybe that's the problem."
He swallows the lump in his throat, dropping his arm from where it had been gripping onto the script, letting it rest aimlessly in his hand - now that his eyes have latched onto yours, he's sure that is all he needs;
"I'm not ready to give this up. Not now. I don't care how long that takes, I don't care if I'm waiting up every night for the next time you're next to me in bed, I don't care how far I have to go, I'm not losing you. This, whatever you want to call it, it's not ever going to be worth losing," There's a quiver in his voice, "I regret it all, I do. Every single bit of it that made me lose you. And I'll work every day to change that, but I need you there with me, for it all."
Your character is meant to speak, but there are tears in your eyes and an unknown certainty that he was speaking to you and not to the words you were supposed to return with.
"I don't care how long it takes for me to convince you to believe me again," Drew shakes his head, "I love you, (Y/N)."
You watch his cheeks flush red at that almost instantly, his mouth opening and shutting to try and find the words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" He scratches at the back of his neck, looking at the script again as he fumbles over the paper in his hands, "Nessa, I meant Nessa."
The main casting director clasps her hands together, "Don't worry about it Drew, that's what multiple takes are for anyway," She laughs.
Your eyes haven't left him yet, as he turns his head to look at the crew all with their attention on the pair of you.
"I think we've seen all we need to see from the two of you today, thank you for coming in," She continues, "(Y/N), is everything okay?"
Your eyes are still brimming with tears, and it takes you longer than it should to turn to her and try to respond through the bubbling emotion in your throat, "Yes."
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It feels like an air of reality hits you as soon as you step outside of the building, onto the harsh normality of the New York streets.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you'd be here," Drew comments, dragging a hand through his hair, "I would've at least warned you if I knew."
"Did you mean it?" You cut in through his words, your voice still shaky like the tremble in your hands.
"Did I-"
"Did you mean it? Were you talking to me or the character?"
His eyes find you and yours are on him, and it feels like you're seeing each other for the first time in twelve months. You see it all in that moment. The way he'd kissed you, the way his hands always found perfect position on your curves, the way he knew your words before you spoke, knew your memories before you'd made them. The way he'd held your heart and promised to keep it. And, in that moment, you realised he'd never broken that promise - you'd taken it from him.
"(Y/N) I-" He breaks the silence, letting out a quivering breath, "It's you, it's always you."
You're sure your heart swells in that moment, the moment where fireworks explode around the soulmates in the film, the moment you know it's forever.
"What are you doing right now? Do you have plans?" You ask quickly, fighting to not stumble over your words.
"No, um, nothing," He clears his throat, "Nothing."
"How does coffee sound?"
You're taken back to two years ago, the two of you young and foolish on set together, playing two characters that were stumbling over themselves to fall in love. The way you'd felt exactly the same for Drew as you had for his character then. But those characters weren't going to last - they were naïve and it was all passion and misplaced love. These two characters were different. They'd aged and broken their own hearts, learnt more about themselves than they'd ever let someone see before. And that, this, was the thing that lasted.
"Coffee sounds great," Drew nods, "Something tells me we've got a lot to catch up on."
You shrug your shoulders and let the inevitable smile break its way onto your features, "Oh, you know, just the usual."
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cloudofbutterflies92 · 4 months
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Black lipstick and bourbon (Call Of Duty One Shot)
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(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC)
TW: torture, blood
A/N: finally managed to finish this one shot, thank you @chloekistune and @graveyard-party666 for their support(I would have gone crazy). Before you start reading I ask for mercy if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language. With this last warning I retire to my cave🫣 (hope you enjoy it)
St. Petersburg, Russia, Jan. 7, 7:30 p.m.
The soft 50s jazz music and dim light in that room gave the room an almost cozy atmosphere, a good thing since it was literally freezing cold outside. Poor Eden who had chosen that skimpy outfit was already feeling the biting Russian cold.
But if she had to seduce a known terrorist it was a small sacrifice to make.
Already she heard the voice of her best friend Chloe knowing that the outfit she had lent her would be smeared with blood, poor Chloe.
Her job, on the one hand she hated it, having to delude people and then extort information, that was her job as an MI6 agent.
Spectra, that was her codename, a name that was a whole program. She would extort her information and then like a specter she would disappear without a trace. That codename she had earned with effort, so much effort and without even the help of her grandmother Helen, one of the great heads of the famous British spy agency.
"Reggie let's not waste any time, tell me the target" Eden in the process was putting makeup on her own lips of that pitch black, definitely a 'good choice to use for one of the most well-known clubs in the city.
The man on the other end of the receiver snorted almost indignantly at the spy's hasty manner, but Reggie always had an excuse to complain. The unsweetened macchiato, the fact that they did not pay him properly but he was often the one who saved Eden's ass in difficult situations with his hacking skills.
“You should address me as mr Reggie, however the target's name is Vasya Kulikov, former Spetsnaz. He could very well be tried by the tribunal for the united nations for war crimes committed for fuck's sake" the hacker burst out laughing, more at the fact that he was ironically still at large than anything else.
"Rest assured, our friend will make a trip of no return" the vibration of the other cell phone caught her attention, she was still in her lingerie and had yet to finish her makeup but her curiosity was too strong so she looked at the message: a mysterious number that judging by the first digits looked British.
"Are you Spectra? How long will you be? I don't have all night."
The Raven haired girl raised an eyebrow, then her grandmother's voice echoed in her skull box like a tic.Still she was indignant that the mission would be in collaboration with the SAS, she had never liked their methods plus the fact that most of them did not take seriously the fact that a woman could be superior to them. But her grandmother had told her over and over again that she was doing a favor for one of her protégés, a certain Captain John Price.
As calmly as she could, the girl typed an answer that might seem appropriate, lest she sound haughty.
"Don't you know we ladies keep us waiting?"
The answer did not come.
"And do you know that we gentlemen don't like to wait?"
A giggle escaped from Eden at that moment, the kind that screamed "but who told me to take a job like that?”
"And does this gentleman have a name?”
She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with the result. A perfect disguise of a real e-girl with that blue wig.
"Eden, are you alive? Have you fallen into the toilet?" Reggie's ringing voice brought her back to herself, that sassy SAS soldier had aroused her indignation but also some curiosity. From the nightstand next to the bed was a pack of cigarettes, the words "Apollo Soyuz commemorative brand" and she hated those Russian cigarettes. She would have preferred her faithful Sterling menthol ones.
"I'm alive kid"She lit her cigarette, inhaling the smoke with a disgusted grimace.
"Your grandmother gave me more details, apparently plans have changed.The target must come out unscathed, orders from above."
"Don't worry, I know a perfect place to leave our friend" holding the cigarette between her lips Eden put on the leather coat that would protect her from the cold.
Another message made the screen light up, leaving Eden with a grin full of satisfaction.
"Ghost”
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10 p.m.
The lights of the club could be seen from afar, among clochards begging and people already before time drunk Eden managed to reach the area in which she had her appointment, a small alley on Dumskaya ulitsa.
"I hope it's worth it Ghost" the brunette looked at the time on her cell phone, and then she was the one late.Stupid man.
Puffing she began to tap her heel on the asphalt until turning around she almost fainted.
"Jesus Christ but are you crazy?" Eden with her hand on her chest tried to catch her breath exhaling and inspiring oxygen as if she had just emerged from the ocean. She looked up curiously: the tall, muscular figure of a man was watching her with equal curiosity holding his arms folded, a balaclava covered his face but the gaze was of a unique intensity.
"Are you Spectra? Are you?"
"Do you see other people?" Eden looked over her shoulder, almost mocking him, not seeming pleased with the irony with which she had presented herself by sensing his breath becoming labored and threatening.
"Okay take it easy big boy, it's me by the way" with that confirmation the man shrugged at her.
"We don't have much time, in fact I don't have much time."
Puffing Eden followed the mysterious masked man in stride, it amused her that despite him wearing that balaclava he went unnoticed in the crowd. Whether it was because of the alcohol circulating like nothing or the fact that that street was full of eccentrically dressed people, but the two easily managed to arrive in front of the "Snakehead", the club run by Kulikov.
"Pretend well" quickly Eden clutched at Ghost's arm, who rolled his eyes. She didn't like this act of being a sappy couple either, but at least she looked believable.
"Удостоверение личности" the man in front of the club addressed the couple, Ghost didn't understand anything and it was thanks to Eden that the two were able to save their skins for the moment by pulling out their ID cards: Katia Zakharova and Luka Zaytsev, Reggie could choose two more strange fake names. Luckily, the bodyguard had believed these antics; they were safe.
"If you don't even know a little Russian, we're not off to a good start" Eden whispered, the techno music destroying both of their eardrums.
"Well, if you care so much, do the talking" he ranted, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor, preferring the quiet of the bar counter.God, now she had to babysit too?
"Strawberry mojito" she ordered, then waited for him.
"My treat big boy, tell me what you want?" Eden tried to calm the waters, like it or not, they had to cooperate.
"Bourbon, with little ice" he preferred to turn to the bartender and take his order personally, the bartender nodded and began preparing drinks for the two customers, within minutes they were there in front of them.
"At the moment it seems our man is not here" Eden looked cautiously, though her gaze was more on her mission partner, as if he was in a world of his own.
"I can tell you're from Manchester, only someone from Manchester could be wearing that jacket."
"London girl?" Ghost delivered his sentence gruffly, sipping his alcoholic beverage contentedly.
"Birmingham, but I live in Bexley now."
The Mancunian's laughter made even the other two customers next to them, mere unwitting observers of the discussion between the two.
"A Brummie ah, it's all explained now. Price is paying me this time bloody hell" he brushed the corner of his own mouth with the tip of his tongue to remove the remaining alcohol and lower the balaclava.
"At least I made you smile big boy, and that makes me important "Eden winked at him playfully. Or maybe not.
A snort as an answer was more than enough for her to sing victory, the tension was high in the air especially considering the idiot hadn't shown up yet.
"Reggie I need camera monitoring, can you hack into their system?" Eden trusted in the young hacker's skills, 19 years old was indeed a prodigy of nature for that age.
"I need to infiltrate their surveillance system but I can do it missus."
An exchange of complicit glances between Eden toward Ghost hinted that the situation was under control, it almost seemed as if they had come there for nothing.
Then lightning struck, their target was sitting in one of the small sofas, surrounded by bodyguards and "taken care of" by two girls, who making him feel like a king.Usual man with delusions of grandeur.
"Did you notice that too?" Eden nodded at Ghost's comment, then getting up from her own stool.They had to attract attention if they wanted to succeed in catching him, and Eden knew exactly how.
"Get up, it's just to get the boiled fish to bite" she put her hand forward, with a reluctant Ghost agreeing. In the end it was for a 'common goal no?What could go wrong?
"Don't be a log move!" she incited Ghost to let go, Prodigy's "Firestarter" playing in the background in that parade of moving bodies. The Mancunian took the agent by the hip, making her lean back against his own muscular body.
"Just this once Park" he pronounced boredly, causing her to rub against his broader figure. The way Eden moved against Ghost, sensuously was apparently enough to attract Kulikov's attention.And to Ghost apparently to make him almost docile.
"A bodyguard is coming, maybe this is it" the MI6 agent whispered in the SAS soldier's ear, who as expected were joined by the man in a suit and tie.With his head he indicated for her to follow him and Ghost behind her was about to follow but the bodyguard stopped him by hinting that only Eden had been invited, it was quite a problem now.
"I can handle it" Eden reassured him, following the bodyguard into the small area reserved for VIPs, now she was finally face to face with their target. The same man made the two girls stand up next to him, tapping on the couch to ask Eden to sit down. The man began to brag to the girl about his possessions, about the fact that anyway girls like her he saw every day in his bed, and Eden like a good actress played the part of the scatterbrained fool, trying to tell him that she was studying to be an archaeologist and that she needed the money.But something from time to time worried her, going for Ghost's gaze, who remained at the counter observing the scene, moving his glass of bourbon so that the ice melted quickly, almost compulsively.
"I would like to talk to you privately" the enemy's Russian accent made Eden awaken from the sort of catalepsy with which she had been watching Ghost; she was surprised that now Kulikov was not speaking to her in Russian but in English. She should have marked in her mind that she had to learn to make it more pronounced.
"Do you accept? Don't worry your boyfriend won't know anything Katya right?" it almost seemed as if the man was testing her.
"Yes Katya sir" she then saw him stand up and whisper something to his bodyguards before grabbing Eden by the hip in an almost violent manner. In another situation he would have gotten a slap, in that case, however, she was acting, making her personality subdued. One last look at Ghost to make sure he was ready and that she was all right, and the young woman followed the man to the upper floors until she arrived in front of a door.
"Ladies first" the Russian invited the girl inside, her eyes somehow seeking Ghost, seeing how from his seat he was observing the scene in a disgruntled way? Almost as if he was annoyed.
She entered the prive without asking herself too many questions, neon lights on purple and blue made the 'lounge atmosphere, like some sort of Blade Runner-esque sci-fi movie.Eden took a seat with some circumspection, analyzing every object present, with the former Spetsnaz filling two glasses with champagne.
"I got this in France some time ago, I always get my supplies right" he handed the goblet to Eden on the coffee table and then wrapped his arm around the spy's side, a shiver of disgust came over her face but which she tried to mask with a fake laugh.
"You still haven't told me how in short you managed to get all this, you know it's not nice to hide things anyway" she tried to come across as adorable by pouting, not unaware that behind them Ghost was in the shadows, observing them, just as soon as he had finished asphyxiating one of Vulikov's henchmen.
"Whatever you want Vasya, only if I can afford can I put some music? You know I can't do what you want with a little atmosphere...hot" she wrinkled her nose, receiving the man's approval. From the stereo played lounge music very much in keeping with the atmosphere.
"You seem very nervous to me" sinuously she moved her body over him, removing the jacket she was wearing, she looked like a siren enchantress who had trapped the poor unfortunate on duty in an endless loop.The Russian sighed, drops of sweat were brushing his forehead with Ghost who seemed to be watching the scene impassively.
But his hands, his hands clenched in those fists hinted to Eden otherwise.
"A beautiful woman like you deserves a man who will fully satisfy her" Vasya brought his hands to both of Eden's hips, who was taunting him to herself. It was amusing to see how little it took for a man to fall into the web, and Eden could excel at that.
"And would you be capable of that? What would you do for me?"
"Everything, you want the latest fashionable dress? I'll buy it for you. A trip to a Caribbean island? We leave tonight "he was looking at her already smitten with her, they had him in their hands.
"You know what I want instead?" Eden came dangerously close to his lips, with him already anticipating his lucky night of fire.
"What you want honey."
"She wants to know exactly where the shipment of that gas you are carrying is" Ghost, knife in hand pointed at the enemy's throat.Vasya was absolutely shocked, he later realized that the two henchmen outside the door had been sent to the heaven by the masked man.
"You did a very good job Ghostie" Eden clothed herself and began pacing back and forth, the nickname affixed seemed not to go down well with the Mancunian but he did not speak, rather he preferred to keep the blond Russian under observation.
"Стерва!" Vasya shouted at Eden, who released a giggle, he was not the first nor the last to call her a "whore", it did not affect her.
"Now the three of us are going to take a little walk" she looked out the office window, there were too many people to go out the main entrance.
"Move up you idiot" Ghost ordered, handcuffing the man.
"I won't ask where you got those handcuffs from, but we're not taking our asses home. Not going out the front door" her gaze was fixed on Vasya, he was their pass to run away.
"Talk" was Ghost's warning, and he seemed not to be kidding. Vasya pointed to the bookcase behind Eden.
"There is a button behind the plant."
Not waiting any more precious minutes she pressed the button, letting a mechanism unlock a door behind the 'enormous furniture, a whistle of approval escaped Eden's lips, overtaken, however, by a hurried Ghost.
"We don't have time, my car is parked in the area. Let's get it and take it to this fuckin��� place."
"Can you drive? I don't think so from the face, anyway it's Kharkiv" such a sentence made the masked man turn around, who couldn't believe his ears.Seventeen hours of driving was a long time.
"Look I know big boy it's a lot but Alexei and his sister Olga are the only people I trust" the outside hubbub of Kulikov's henchmen alerted Ghost, hurriedly the three of them entered inside the secret exit, walking down a small corridor that then led them to internal stairs. Crossing smoothly they came out to the outside, it seemed that the situation was under control but the scream of one of the men of the former Spetsnaz set the alarm bells ringing, leading Eden and Ghost to run with the enemy through the alleys of the neighborhood.
"Get in there!" the girl pointed to a doorway to Ghost and Vasya; it could be a momentary point of salvation for the three.
"Next time I will never wear..." Eden did not even have time to catch her breath, one of Kulikov's men grabbed her from behind forcing her to push him backwards onto the table.Two others were on Ghost, trying one to stop him and the other to knock the British man out with their fists.
"EDEN!" Ghost was attempting to free himself from the two, getting pummeled.Eden was trapped at the table, with the man she was fighting trying to choke her. A kick to his private parts and a headbutt led to him staggering as Eden, with a shattered nose staggered like a zombie. In a moment of lucidity the girl grabbed the lamp a few feet away from her, smashing it on her opponent's skull. Ghost on his side was still struggling, the man who was punching him threw himself at Eden, who tried to dodge and hit him with a steel pipe before falling knee-deep to the ground, it was a good moment for Ghost that, freeing himself from his enemy's grasp and hitting him repeatedly with his faithful knife. The three seemed to stop moving, but from a distance the voices of other enemies could be heard coming.
"Are you all right?" The masked man reached out to the brunette, receiving confirmation from her. Limping and groaning in pain she stood up.
"I've been on the verge of death too many times" looking around she saw Vasya in a crouching corner, strangely he had not taken the opportunity to run away.
Ghost immediately caught up with him, pushing him forward and reaching the other side of the hallway.Both he and Eden were battered, stealth tactics were a must this time.
"I can hear them, they're upstairs" whispered Eden, walking silently.In her heart she hoped the heels of her boots could not attract attention.
"My men are more loyal than your whole group of invaders" Kulikov teased them, neither Eden nor Ghost responded but surely both wanted to break his neck. Only they had to get out of there before they did.
"These bastards have tough hides, we'll never get to my fuckin car" Ghost exited the building and looked around until he saw Eden pointing a gun at a poor bystander about to get into his own car.Desperate times call for desperate measures, using even inconvenient means.
"I'll drive, you don't seem lucid at the moment. Stay in the back with our friend "Ghost put the car in gear, starting the engine amid the screams in Russian of the man whose car was being stolen.
"Yeah? You don't seem so reliable" she narrowed her eyes, her vision blurring, literally seeing the typical dots of when one is on the verge of fainting. And almost like a seer she predicted correctly: Ghost literally drove into the car behind him.
"We'll never get there alive," Kulikov burst out laughing, chilling from Ghost's killer stare.
"He's right, at the border between St. Petersburg and Kharkiv is the military patrol" Eden got out of the car, forcing the passerby to take the wheel.
"Двигай, нам нужно в Харьков" the MI6 agent pointed her gun at 'the address of the poor man who had found himself at the wrong time.It was going to be a very long journey.
Kharkiv, a few hours later
It had not been easy for Eden and Ghost to cross Ukrainian soil; it was only thanks to the cooperation of the man they had "taken hostage" that the two managed to escort Vasya Kulikov to Kharkiv. It was almost a miracle, most likely due to the fact that the policemen were a bit tipsy from alcohol.
"Are these friends of yours reliable?Did you tell about the situation?" Ghost peppered Eden with questions as together with her and the Russian they walked through the ground floor of the building where Alexei and his sister Olga lived.
Eden had met them on a mission some time ago, Alexei was a 'Ukrainian intelligence agent with whom he had collaborated to scour a cell of Al Qatala terrorists, a notorious group of terrorists led by the "Wolf" who were preparing an attack on Plóshcha Svobódy(Freedom Square).
In those days she had also met his sister Olga, a lawyer and well-known women's rights activist.
"I'm reliably quiet, I've explained more or less the thing" Eden was trying throughout to light a cigarette, damn lighter that wouldn't light.
"You shouldn't smoke in the elevator" Ghost leaned his full weight against the metal wall, the pain from the scuffle with those bastards was already being felt.
"It's a tiny, harmless cigarette" Eden turned to Kulikov, on the one hand she felt more relaxed now that they had him in their grasp, but she did not let her guard down.It would not be easy to get him to talk given the muteness into which he had fallen.
"Come on, shush move" Eden invited the Russian to move, Ghost beside her who from behind the Russian's back had the knife pointed, ready for anything. Apartment 217, the Koval family 's apartment. Memories of evenings playing cards and eating typical Ukrainian dishes made Eden smile slightly, and she groaned as she knocked three times, only to pause two seconds and give one last knock.
"Eden?" A tall, burly boy opened the door, who then looked in shock at Ghost and Vasya.
"No Eden don't..." the boy paused hearing his sister call him in his native language and ask what was going on.
"Oh God Eden are you..." the young woman's gaze then fell on the two behind the MI6 agent, it took a hangdog look from the latter to convince Alexei to let them in. Their parents were on vacation, and if the neighbors would see or hear things they would call the police.
"Is he tied up good?" Eden looked from the vinyl shelf to see if she could find anything to muffle the sound of Kulikov's screams as Ghost was tying the Russian to the chair.
"A fuckin’ perfect knot, you sure are good at making plans" the Mancunian's wry tone made the raven-haired girl roll her eyes.
"Well my plan saved your ass" then she looked at Kulikov, who smiled sneeringly at her.
"Do you really think I will talk? You can also cut off my dick and feed it to that Persian cat who is watching that I won't say anything."
"Hey what did my cat do to you?" Olga picked up her own cat, Alexei ordered her to leave taking a vinyl of Edith Piaf's La vie en rose and giving it to Eden.
"I'll alert intelligence in the meantime, make quick, work of it" the two nodded to the Ukrainian. Humming Eden reached for the record player, placing the 'circular object on top of it.
"You better talk if you want a chance to be able to live, even if in prison" Eden, with both hands resting on Vasya's knees leaned forward toward him.
"It's a shame that pretty face you have is marred by your own blood. You should care instead of wasting time" he grimaced almost smugly at seeing her in that condition.
"That..." Ghost's hand rested on her shoulder, the young woman felt strange sensations at that very moment.Concern?
"That's the only thing I give him credit for, you're battered."
"It's not that you look good. I'm not a child" she turned to Ghost, causing him to shake his head and sigh.
"Talk Kulikov, I don't have all day" then she returned her focus to her target, who burst into an annoyed laugh.
"You don't know what you are up against, something involving the whole world is being discussed here."
Now they knew a modicum of what they were targeting, all that remained was to find out where the cargo was headed.
"She asked you a question, answer it. Where is the cargo?" Ghost with the blade of his knife grazed the former Spetsnaz's fingers, openly challenging him.
"Do you think maybe you scare me mh? You have no idea what these eyes saw..."
He did not even let himself say it, sticking the blade on the knee of the man who endured the pain by chewing his lips.
"Now it's the knee, next could be a finger. An ear, or...your dick.The big guy here doesn't go easy" Eden slammed her hands on the shoulders of the Russian terrorist who cursed in his native tongue, pointing with her head at Ghost who was sharpening the next blade he would use.
"In St Petersburg, the cargo is in a factory is owned by Gazprom in the vicinity of St. Petersburg, it serves as a cover" the Russian decided to speak.They had the information on where the cargo was, it seemed to have been all too easy as a thing.Eden with what they had found out immediately called Reggie.
"Gosh Eden I thought you were dead "Reggie was relieved to hear his friend's voice.
"I'm hard to die, anyway we'll get him to talk and give us exact directions to the location. Rog" closed the call she looked straight at Ghost, handing her a pen and paper to jot down the coordinates. Kulikov like a robot dictated the exact numbers where the cargo area was located.
After a few hours the two tasked Alexei with taking Kulikov to Ukrainian intelligence, given the history he had including terrorist attack planning it was much better for him to rot in Ukraine.
"This mission was like you walked me through a field full of pins, heels that high rest assured I will never wear them again" with more lightness on her shoulders for the success of the mission Eden gladly got Olga to give her a more comfortable pair of shoes, noticing how Ghost was touching his nose making noises of pain.
"Olga get me a medical kit and some ice."
"No" he insisted but the ginger-haired girl had already run to get the necessities. Looking like that didn't make him tough but just a stupid donkey.
"You have to take off the balaclava" he seemed to look at her with an expression that screamed he wouldn't even think about removing that piece of cloth from his face.
"You're not going anywhere if you whine Batman."
"Ya never give up do ya?" his hoarse, indignant voice hinted that maybe just this once he would agree:but on one condition.
"Oh okay, then I'll go get ready. I have to bring a case, domestic violence" With that sentence Ghost's gaze seemed lost almost in the void.As if he had unlocked something.Left alone Eden opened the case, brushing the edge of the balaclava.
"I can do it myself" he removed balaclava, showing his sculpted features, with the marks of the scuffle he had had with Kulikov's men turned purplish.
"And you didn't want to get help, what an ass" she applied some ointment to his cheek area, seeing him relax at her imprints on his skin.
"You're good as a nurse, you should think about a career change" he joked, holding the bag of ice to his forehead.
"That ice pack is hibernating your brain," she feigned indignation but with a hint of a smile. Underneath it all this Ghost didn't look bad as a person, a bit of a sourpuss but it was appearance.Olga looked at them as if before her stood an old couple, the kind that came out in a 1950s movie
"My, aren't you two cute, you should go out together."
"No!" The two immediately at attention pointed out, crossing their gazes and laughing. It had been since she had been cheated on by her ex David that she had never thought of dating another man, throwing herself heart and soul into her work.
"If she weren't such a know-it-all I'd go out with her" Ghost came up with that statement that made the woman frown, tossing her wig in the trash.
"I'm going to take a shower, stay with that thought" Eden left the kitchen and Ghost.That on her face had was a smug grin.
London, March 20, 2019
Two months had passed since those days in Russia and Ukraine, Eden was on one of many relaxing days after returning a few days ago from a mission at Costa in the company of her best friend Chloe to visit the city.Brownies and muffins were placed on the table ready to be eaten by the two girls, who could finally spend some time together.
"By the way, I wonder where that guy you told me about ended up, he seems like an obnoxious one" Chloe after a small bite of her brownies said offhandedly.
"I don't know, after we got back to St. Petersburg he disappeared" Eden's mind began to ramble about the night she and Ghost had last seen each other.
"It really hurts you to smoke, you are young and a beautiful girl."
"Have you fallen in love with me?I'm not someone to fall in love with."
"Well why deny that you are a pretty girl?I would be an idiot and a blind man"
"You're not bad at all either"
Such melancholy memories moved to them near the Nevá River, with light snow falling. To how in her heart if only she hadn't let her past affect her she would have given himself a chance to be known.Seeing him turn and walk away after smiling at her like that...god she had been a fool to let him slip away.
"What are you thinking? "At some point Chloe brought her back to the reality of that little bar, she felt disoriented.
"I don't know Chloe but my mind is on him, and that's not good" to recover herself she sipped some hot chocolate, an effect that did not wear off.
Damn why now she couldn't get him out of her mind.It had been going on for days.
"You should try calling him even though actually-" the ringtone of Eden's phone vibrated inside her mini bag.
"It will be my grandmother, surely it's her."
She turned on her phone, a message from an anonymous number.
"Do you remember when you said I would be a blind is an idiot? You know I'd like to see you again before I leave, if you'd like we can make it tomorrow at 8 p.m. I know just the place that would suit us."
"Jesus Christ, how did he get my private number?" She shook her head amused.
"I warn you, I'm very picky with food" she typed, receiving as a response something that made her heart flutter.
"I love a challenge, and I am sure I will be able to win you Eden.”
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swtnrcmnt · 11 months
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୨୧ -- busy; s.r
spencer reid x singer!reader
warnings: cursing, angst -> fluff,
four weeks.
that's how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend. he said time and time again that he would be able to make it home in time for whatever important event you had going on that you wanted him there for, but work always came up.
you didn't know what to think anymore. if it had really been work why had you been hearing from his friends more than him? they all work with him, wouldn't they be working too?
after a while the "sorry i can't make it anymore tonight" texts stopped coming, all the calls went straight to voicemail, and he would just not show up without any explanation at all.
your friends were asking you where he was, your parents wondering if you two were still together, even your makeup and hair crew were starting to ask about him.
it started to get humiliating. everyone wondering where your "perfect sweet boyfriend" was and you never had a straight answer.
of course you were worried about him, and over time you started to think nothing of it considering nobody on his team ever asked if you had seen him.
you were getting tired of it. the weeks on end of not hearing from him, having to attend events that he knew were important to you alone, coming home to an empty house every day.
enough was enough. you decided to finally confront him about all his excuses, and made your way to the bau headquarters in virginia unannounced.
once the elevator doors opened, you immediately saw penelope staring at you with wide eyes that had a hint of panic, clearly not expecting you to show up. but instead of greeting you like she normally would, she muttered a quick "hi" and made her way back into her office.
as soon as your eyes landed on spencer's desk, you noticed he was sitting there with a pile of case files surrounding him.
deciding you weren't going to make a scene in his workplace, you calmly approached him.
"spencer." you said sternly but calmly, quickly grabbing his attention as his head shot up in your direction the second he heard your voice.
his eyes looked exhausted, with dark circles and heavy bags. you could tell he hadn't been sleeping as much as he should be.
quickly gathering his files to make them neat and organizing himself he said "y/n, hi. i, uh. i wasn't expecting you"
giving him an unimpressed look as walking towards the elevators, he already got the notion that you wanted him to follow you. so, he grabbed his satchel and asked jj if she could finish some case files for him as he followed behind you.
"there's a lot to talk about" was the first thing you said once the elevator doors closed, not even facing spencer as you spoke.
out of the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you with some sort of sadness. he knows he fucked up big time. and he knows that you deserve an explanation.
once you got to the car, he insisted on driving like he usually does when you travel together, but this time you ignored his offers and headed straight for the driver's seat.
the drive home was unusually quiet. nothing but white noise from the soundproofing of the car and some music playing faintly in the background. "y/n.." spencer said breaking the silence once you pulled into your home, turning his head to look at you.
"i'm so sorry i was gone. you didn't to be left alone for so long." he said.
"i don't want an apology, spencer. i want an explanation. you can't just disappear on me for almost a whole month, not return any of my texts, calls, and even goddamn emails and then say you're sorry." you said, speaking while exiting the car and making your way to the door, spencer following closely behind you.
dropping his satchel on the floor next to the door, he said "i know i shouldn't have been gone and if you want an explanation i need you to listen to me."
sitting on the couch and finally turning to look at him, you gave him the chance to properly communicate to you why he had basically abandoned you.
"fine." you said, "tell me the reason why you were gone for four weeks with no explanation."
"there was this case at work-"
"oh bullshit, spencer." you interrupted, "if there was this case at work, how come the rest of your team were answering my messages, and returning my calls. so don't tell me a case came up because i know damn well it would not have taken four weeks."
"y/n if you could just listen to me for one second." he said, slightly raising his voice to get his annoyance across but enough enough for it to be a yell or shout.
you didn't give him a response, but instead rolled your eyes and slouched back into the couch.
"there was a case. it's just that i had to be undercover which would've taken more time than a usual one where i'm only gone two or three days." he said, keeping a calm tone to not trigger any more anger out of you. "the reason why you heard more from the team members than me is because their job was to work on the case from the bureau, not in the field."
"spencer.." you said, not a hundred percent convinced with his reasoning but somewhat believing him, "why wouldn't you tell me you had to go undercover or at least give me some sort of heads up before you went into the field. you know how worried i was about you? when you suddenly stopped replying to me, suddenly stopped coming home?"
he sat down next to you and sighed. "i know. i should have. and you have to believe me, i tried convincing emily but she said i couldn't if we wanted the plan to work. i can't begin to imagine how stressful and anxious the time must have been for you and i'm so sorry about that. i should've told you regardless of protocol, and i wish i did."
looking at him, you reach over to play with the strands of hair sitting on his forehead. "as much as i hate what you did, and i'm still angry at you.. i guess i forgive you." he smiled as you said that.
"but just know that if you ever do that again i'm dumping you." you said, completely serious about your threat.
he smiled, happy at the outcome of the situation "noted. by the way, i'll be asking emily for some time off. to make up for the time i spent away from you. and we can catch up on all the things i missed, and spend every second with each other." he said, pulling you in by your waist and planting a kiss on your forehead.
smiling up at him, you said "i'd like that. oh, and. i thought you should know that you'll be coming with me to all my fittings and rehearsals this week. big event within the next month that you need to get a new suit for."
"that's alright with me"
idk how to feel about this.. it kinda lost track of the main plot i guess? but i hope u enjoyed reading
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goodemethyd · 7 months
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Mastery - anarcia fight club au - ch 5
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Summary:
As the reigning champion of the underground fight club she competes in, Anetra is used to getting everything she wants. She has great renown, more money than she knows what to do with, and countless beautiful women constantly throwing themselves at her.
Marcia has never even heard of the fight club before Luxx drags them there one night. When Marcia meets Anetra, they are determined not to fall into her allure, no matter how hard Anetra works at it.
In the process, everything Anetra and Marcia think they know gets flipped upside down and turned inside out.
A/N: it's the anarcia fight club au! finally! since it is a fight club au there's obviously gonna be mentions of violence and injuries and blood, but nothing will be super graphic
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Marcia is glad when Halloween comes around. It’s their favorite holiday, and it means their second favorite holiday–their birthday–is just a few weeks away. Marcia loves everything about Halloween. They love the pumpkin patches and hayrack rides, the haunted houses and scary movies, the crisp fall weather, the parties and all the decorations. But most of all, Marcia loves the costumes.
Every year Marcia goes all out: designing the perfect costume, gathering all the materials, and sewing until their fingers hurt to put it all together. The best part, though, is the finishing touches. Styling their hair perfectly, making sure their makeup is flawless, and getting into character.
This year, Marcia dresses as Cher Horowitz–complete with her iconic yellow plaid outfit–and Luxx and Amethyst are coordinating as Dionne and Tai.
And this year, it’s an even more welcome distraction. Working on their costume helps keep Marcia from thinking about Anetra and whatever Marcia is or isn’t feeling about her. Marcia figured that Anetra would get bored eventually after they gave in and actually started hanging out with her. But she hasn’t, and it’s all starting to get so frustrating and confusing.
Anetra is still relentlessly pursuing Marcia. She shows up to their townhouse to take Marcia out for breakfast every Sunday. She meets them for lunch every day and walks them to most of their classes. Anetra texts Marcia almost nonstop. Marcia should be annoyed by all of this, but they find themself looking forward to Sunday breakfasts, waiting for Anetra outside of the cafeteria, and texting Anetra just as much.
Marcia doesn’t tell Anetra about the annual Kappa Halloween party that they’re going to, and they don’t think Anetra will show up there on her own. They need a break from all of her attention, so Marcia is intentionally vague about their plans. They want to enjoy the party without worrying about Anetra hitting on them the whole time.
Amethyst meets Luxx and Marcia at their place, and they all take a few shots before walking together across campus. Marcia is already a little tipsy when they make it to the party, and a red solo cup is almost immediately shoved into their hand when they walk through the front door.
The night starts out perfectly. Marcia and their friends are plied with drinks and compliments on their costumes. The music selection is flawless, and Marcia takes full advantage of it on the dance floor. Marcia’s cheeks are warm and flushed, and they’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol, the attention, or all the dancing. They’re having an amazing time, especially because–for one peaceful night–Marcia doesn't have to worry about Anetra.
If Anetra were there, Marcia just knows that she would be flirting with them incessantly. Anetra would smile her stupid cocky smile and wink her stupid brown eye at Marcia like she expects them to just fall over themself to get with her because she’s so hot–because Anetra thinks she’s so hot. Marcia is so glad they don’t have to deal with any of that tonight.
When Marcia finishes the drink in their hand, they let Luxx and Amethyst know they’re getting another one. On the way to the kitchen, Marcia almost thinks they see Anetra, but there’s no way it can be her. It’s probably just because Marcia was thinking about her. They shake their head and laugh at how absurd it would be if Anetra were actually there.
On their way back to the dance floor with a full drink in hand, Marcia swears they see Anetra again. They do a double take, hoping it’s just some kind of drunken hallucination, but no matter how much Marcia squints their eyes, they still see Anetra standing next to Robin near the entryway. Before their brain catches up, Marcia’s legs are leading them across the floor and they’re marching straight toward Anetra.
“What are you doing here?” Marcia asks, voice loud and accusatory as they confront her, poking her in the middle of her chest.
“Princess!” Anetra exclaims after her red, bloodshot eyes trail from Marcia’s finger up to their face. She pulls them into a tight hug before Marcia can react. “It’s so great to see you!”
“What are you doing here?” Marcia repeats after Anetra lets go, briefly wondering if she is legitimately stalking them at this point. “How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t know you were going to be here, Princess. But it is a pleasant surprise.” She smiles her stupid cocky smile and winks her stupid brown eye at Marcia, just like they knew she would. “Sugar and Spice invited me.” Anetra smiles and waves to someone behind Marcia. When they turn around and look in that direction, Marcia recognizes the twins from the pizzeria, even in their Monster High costumes.
When Marcia turns back toward Anetra, they realize that she’s not dressed up in a costume. She’s wearing jeans and a white t-shirt with a black and olive green flannel that Marcia’s seen her wear before on top. Her sleeves are rolled up, displaying the tattoos that curl around her forearms. Marcia also realizes that Anetra is not wearing a bra, and they quickly look away from her chest.
“Who are you supposed to be? Where’s your costume?” Marcia asks, changing the subject in an effort to stop staring.
“I told you!” Robin chimes in from next to her. She’s dressed as Catwoman, and she looks fantastic. “I told her to dress up,” Robin informs Marcia. Her eyes are just as red as Anetra’s. “I tried to tell her earlier that dressing as a lesbian stoner doesn’t count as a costume since that’s what she actually is, but she wouldn’t listen. She never listens!” She turns back to Anetra. “You never listen to anyone.”
Marcia knows that’s true. Anetra definitely doesn’t listen to Marcia when they tell her to stop flirting with them.
“I listen when I want to, Robin,” Anetra protests. “And I told you that I don’t need a costume to get drunk, which is literally the entire purpose of this party.” She does have a point. “However!” Anetra says, holding up one finger. “This is a costume.”
“No, it’s not,” Marcia objects.
“Yes, it is.” Anetra grins slyly, and Marcia is already dreading whatever she’s going to say next. “I’m dressed as your next girlfriend, Princess.”
“Ugh, as if!” Marcia says, channeling their inner Cher Horowitz.
“No, no, wait!” Anetra’s still giggling as she grabs onto Marcia’s arm before they can walk away and go back to pretending that Anetra doesn’t exist. “Now that I see who you’re dressed as…” Marcia feels their cheeks flush even warmer as Anetra’s eyes slowly scan up and down their body. “You can call me Josh.”
“Oh my god,” Marcia groans, rolling their eyes. It’s quite possibly the cheesiest thing they’ve ever heard.
“You can keep fighting it for now, Princess. But sooner or later, you’ll finally see that I’m right here in front of you, and that we’re perfect for each other.”
“Whatever.” This time Marcia doesn’t quote the movie on purpose, but it fits. They slip their arm from Anetra’s grasp and head back to their friends before she can say anything else. With the music pumping loudly through the speakers and sorority girls dancing all around them, Marcia goes back to pretending that Anetra doesn’t exist.
It mostly works.
Two weeks later, Marcia is on the way to The Sapphic Sphinx for their birthday celebration in the backseat of the Lyft that Luxx is paying for, and this time there’s no possible way Anetra can be there. Marcia purposely chooses The Sapphic Sphinx because it’s in the city, far from campus; they don’t say a word about it to Anetra; and they make Luxx promise not to tell Robin anything, just in case. Marcia just wants to spend time with their best friend and dance without being interrupted.
Once they arrive, Marcia heads straight to the dance floor while Luxx grabs them some drinks. An Ariana Grande song comes on through the speakers, and it seems like it’s playing specifically for Marcia. Luxx joins them soon, hands them a drink, and they get lost in the music. Drink after drink, song after song, Marcia moves their body to the beat on the dance floor with a content smile spread across their face.
Marcia is having an absolute blast, and there’s nothing that can ruin their night.
Until Anetra shows up.
“Oh, there’s no fucking way!” Marcia yells when they see her. They’re so engrossed in their own happy little bubble that it takes them a couple songs to fully recognize her. Once they do, Marcia stops dancing suddenly. Luxx looks at them, confusion written all over her face, but Marcia doesn’t have time to explain. “I’ll be right back,” is all they say before storming off across the club.
“Oh my god! Princess!” Anetra calls out when she spots them approaching her, a huge smile splitting across her face.
“What the fuck, Anetra!?” Marcia spits out when they reach her. “Did you follow me here? Are you, like, tracking me or something?”
“What?” Anetra laughs, and now Marcia is fuming. Anetra seems to realize it, and her voice turns serious. “Marcia, what are you talking about?”
“This is not cute! It’s not charming! It’s getting fucking creepy, and you just need to leave me alone!”
“Whoa, Marcia, calm down.” Anetra reaches out and places a hand on Marcia’s shoulder, but they shrug it off instantly.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” That only pisses them off more.
“Okay.” Anetra’s tone shifts, and she holds her hands up placatingly. “I’m sorry. I just genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t follow you and I wouldn’t even know how to track you if I wanted to–which I don’t. I’m here meeting my friend, Kahanna.” She points to the woman standing next to her who looks like a showgirl.
“Hi,” says the woman Anetra points to, holding her hand up and giving Marcia a small wave. “I’m Kahanna.”
“Hi,” Marcia says to Kahanna, voice flat, before turning back to look at Anetra, studying her face for any signs that she’s lying. It all seems too convenient to Marcia. But Anetra doesn’t do or say anything as Marcia looks her over except stare straight back into their eyes.
“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Kahanna says, interrupting their long and awkward silence and walking toward the bar. Marcia is snapped out of it and averts Anetra’s gaze, looking down at the empty drink in their hand.
“I–”
“You–”
They start speaking at the same time, and their mutual laughter helps break some of the tension.
“You first,” Anetra insists, giving Marcia the floor.
“Do you honestly expect me to believe that you had no idea I was coming here for my birthday? That you just happened to randomly show up at the same club?”
“Yes, I do expect you to believe that, Marcia. Because first of all, it’s true. Second…” Her voice grows softer. “Happy birthday. But you didn’t even tell me it was your birthday. And lastly, I don’t think it should be too surprising to see me at a lesbian bar.”
When she puts it like that, Anetra has a point. But Marcia is still annoyed. They think they have the right to be annoyed when Anetra just happens to show up everywhere Marcia is, even when it’s supposedly not on purpose.
“This is too fucking much,” Marcia mumbles to themself. “Just… Stay away from me tonight.”
Marcia doesn’t wait for Anetra to reply before walking away to meet Luxx back on the dance floor.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Marcia says before Luxx can even ask. They gratefully accept the drink that their best friend offers without question and immediately chug it down. Using all of their willpower, Marcia pushes all thoughts of Anetra out of their mind, and goes back to enjoying their birthday.
Unfortunately, they don’t get to enjoy it for as long as they’d like. Because now someone else is trying to ruin it for them.
The first time the arms wrap around Marcia’s waist, they’re sure it’s Anetra, but they’re pleasantly surprised to see a gorgeous blonde woman instead when they turn around to yell at her to go away. At first, Marcia kind of enjoys it. But then the woman starts taking it too far, getting too handsy, and making Marcia uncomfortable.
Marcia takes the woman’s arms and moves them from their waist, walking away and finding a new space on the dance floor. The woman follows them, and when Marcia tries to wiggle out of her arms again, she only holds on tighter.
“Okay, time to let go,” Marcia says, growing slightly panicked now that they’re alone with her, Luxx having gone off for more drinks.
“Come on, baby. It’s just dancing. Loosen up.” But her hands are in danger of wandering places that will make it more than ‘just dancing’.
“Let go!” Marcia repeats more firmly, going into fight-or-flight mode and wondering what their best option would be. Before they have to make a decision, Marcia hears another–familiar–voice behind them.
“They said let go,” Anetra tells the blonde woman, voice even but intimidating as she stares her down. She’s not looking at Marcia directly, but a terrified shiver still runs down their spine at the sight. They’re glad they’ve never been on the receiving end of that glare.
“Who the fuck are you?” the blonde woman asks, not seeming nearly as intimidated as she should be.
“I’m the person that’s going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t do what my friend here told you to do.”
“Mind your own business, bitch,” she slurs. “I found her first.”
“Princess,” Anetra says, softening their gaze as they direct it toward Marcia for a moment. “I’m gonna need you to get out of the way, okay?”
Marcia takes advantage of the woman’s attention being focused on Anetra, and they remove her arms from around their waist, finally. Once they’ve slipped free, Marcia steps away from where Anetra and the blonde woman are having some kind of standoff in the middle of the dance floor.
“I’m going to give you one chance to end this the easy way and get out of here right now,” Anetra offers, moving in front of Marcia and blocking them from the woman’s view. “I’d take it if I were you.”
But the woman–very stupidly–doesn’t take it, and she starts walking toward Anetra. “Fuck you!”
Anetra doesn’t reply. At least not with words. Instead her fist flies through the air and connects with the blonde’s face. She goes down quickly, and gasps and screams ring throughout the dance floor once people realize what just happened.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” the blonde snarls, wiping blood from her lip, but Anetra starts pulling Marcia away before she can even start to get up.
“Come on,” Anetra says, and Marcia goes with her willingly.
“Where are we going?” Marcia asks as they run out of the door into the crisp, fall air. It feels good on their cheeks, soothing the skin that’s burning hot with adrenaline.
“Do you trust me?” Anetra asks, stopping abruptly and turning to stare into Marcia’s eyes.
No is on the tip of their tongue, because while Marcia can at least admit they’re becoming friends, they’re still not sure if they completely trust Anetra. But the way Anetra’s eyes are searching Marcia’s, so earnest and shining with hope, gives Marcia pause. Especially after she’s just saved them from that woman. So Marcia finds themself saying, “Yes.”
“Good.” Anetra smiles, takes Marcia’s hand again, and leads them a few blocks down the street. “Get on,” she says once they come to a stop in front of her motorcycle. She holds out the extra helmet for Marcia, and Marcia hesitates. They’re still not sure this is safe.
“Do I have to?” Marcia asks.
Anetra shrugs. “You don’t have to, but your other options are to go back into the club where that bitch is probably looking for us, or stay out here in the dark by yourself.”
Neither of those options sound too good to Marcia. “Should you even be driving?” Marcia’s had more drinks than they can count tonight–although the confrontation has sobered them up quite a bit. They don’t know how much Anetra has had.
“I don’t drink and drive, Princess. I’ve only had water tonight.”
Marcia can’t think of any other excuses, and they don’t want to wait too much longer and give the woman a chance to catch up and find them. She has to be fuming now after getting punched in the face, and Marcia doesn’t want things to escalate further.
“Fine,” Marcia finally relents. “Let me just text Luxx and let her know that I’m okay.” They take the helmet from Anetra after they send the text, and she helps them get it situated on their head.
“It looks great on you,” Anetra says–apparently unable to stop flirting even at a moment like this–and when Marcia rolls their eyes this time, they do it fondly. “Here, put this on too.” She shrugs out of her leather jacket and helps Marcia into it. It’s just as soft and warm as they remember, and it feels like Anetra’s hands that are resting on top of it are burning straight into Marcia’s shoulders.
“Thanks,” Marcia whispers. “Should we go?” they ask when Anetra doesn’t make any indication of moving.
“Yeah.” Anetra nods and starts moving quickly again. She climbs gracefully onto her bike before helping Marcia get on behind her.
“I’ll get you back in one piece, Princess,” Anetra says once they’re settled. “I promise I’ll take care of you. All you have to do is wrap your arms around me, and I’ll do the rest.”
Marcia wonders if Anetra makes it sound so dirty on purpose, or if it only seems that way in their mind. They don’t know what exactly it is about this night, this moment, but something shifts for Marcia.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the familiar scent they’ve come to associate with Anetra blanketing them in the form of her jacket. Or maybe it’s the way Marcia is pressed all the way up against Anetra with their arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
Whatever it is, it makes Marcia feel not only safe, but also kind of excited. Even when Anetra starts her motorcycle and speeds off down the street. Even when they hit some traffic and Anetra weaves in and out gracefully. Even when they’re going so fast it feels like Marcia is flying.
By the time they make it back to campus and Anetra pulls up outside of Marcia’s apartment, they’ve admitted to themself that it wasn’t scary at all. Instead, it was fun and exhilarating. It was the perfect ending to a night that could have been a total disaster.
“Thanks for the ride,” Marcia says as they come to a stop.
“Anytime,” Anetra replies, and Marcia can hear the smile in her voice. She helps Marcia off the bike after cutting the engine, and when she pulls her helmet off to set it on her bike, Marcia does the same. “I hope I didn’t ruin your birthday,” Anetra adds, voice a little sheepish but sincere.
“You didn’t!” Marcia says quickly. “You saved me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there. So thank you. Again. And… I’m sorry I sort of accused you of stalking me,” they blurt out and a disbelieving laugh bubbles from Anetra’s lips before she schools her face into her signature grin.
“I forgive you, Princess,” she whispers.
“And that ride…” Marcia adds, unable to stop themself from talking, still feeling the ghost of the engine rumbling beneath them. “I was so scared at first, but… It was incredible!”
Anetra’s casual grin morphs into a bright smile. “I’m glad.”
Marcia stands there, staring at Anetra as she leans casually against her motorcycle, looking so effortlessly cool. Anetra stares back, and they don’t break eye contact until a car alarm starts going off in the distance and snaps them out of it.
“Well, good night, Anetra,” Marcia says, breaking the silence first. She slides Anetra’s jacket off her arms and hands it back over. Before they step away, Marcia impulsively brushes their lips against Anetra’s cheek in a soft kiss, wordlessly thanking her one last time.
“Good night, Princess,” Anetra replies, positively beaming.
“Bye,” Marcia says, Anetra’s contagious grin reflecting on their own face. They turn around quickly and practically sprint to their door, desperate to put some distance between themself and Anetra before they do something really fucking stupid that they know they’ll regret.
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forever, winter
can we stay this way forever?
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genre : fluff, first snow with winter; gn!reader x idol!winter
tw : none :)
status : one-shot; pt. 1/2; part 2
a/n : would recommend to play ‘forever’ by aespa while reading, it gives off winter season vibes :3 enjoy !!
"minjeong!"
seeing the first snow was always heart fluttering. especially with the person you love the most. as she rushed downstairs hearing the yelp, her concerned expression formed into relief and joy.
"isn't it beautiful?"
"you say that every time we see the first snow."
"well because it is, don't you think so?"
"I do, I just think it's more stunning with you sat at this very spot every year."
"oh, cut the cheesiness. I'm getting goosebumps."
two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and her favorite pochacco blanket were undeniably the best combo you could ever think of. the girl slept in slumber, letting out a few tiny snores.
she had been working on her group's newest ballad; which she was clearly over stressing herself with. it was too good for it to not be released along with their upcoming full album. you just knew people were gonna like it, no scrap that, people were gonna love it.
sometimes you just wished minjeong wouldn't be so hard on herself. to be honest, you weren't one to say anything about it as you tend to want things to be 'perfect' too. but because you knew how it felt, you didn't want her to feel the guilt and disappointment when the desired results aren't achieved.
you were thankful that she had four days off, so that she could rest and enjoy the rest of the christmassy feels of december before the year ended. but knowing her, she would never want to stay indoors for the whole holiday. little did she know, you had a small surprise for her when new year comes.
as an hour or so went by, you saw her eyes fluttering open, showing that she was still drowned in the sleepiness.
"how long was I gone for?"
"hmm, an hour? I didn't wake you cause you looked so cute with your snores."
"argh! that's so embarrassing!..."
"honey, we've lived together for years."
"but still! I want to always show you the best of me..."
"kim minjeong, we've went through this before. don't tell me you want me to narrate that time you rushed out without much makeup and I was literally blown away with your beauty."
"no! that's because my dance lesson ended late, plus I probably looked disheveled after practice."
raising a brow at her words, she returned it, making you break character and laughed your asses off.
the night went by with you showering her with endless compliments although you lack vocabulary and her turning red every now and then.
the time she was performing on stage, the time she was recording in the studio, the time she had a photoshoot.
the time she squealed seeing the puppies at the cafe, the time her eyes sparkled as she had her favourite lasagna in ages, the time she learnt how to ride the bicycle.
just her. every moment you remember were all infused with her in it and you can't be more grateful. to have her in your life and love her.
the snow had melted a little overnight as the sun seeped through the cracks of the curtain, waking you up. you looked to your side to see minjeong missing. that was when you noticed your sensory cells working, taking in the smell of freshly cooked bacon.
"we could've gotten McDonald's."
"oh, you're awake. nah, it's better to cook, we still had those ham and sausages we bought last week."
you nodded in reply, taking the seat with your back facing the garden. although you've loved the scenery of your garden, you had to let her take the one facing it when she gave you the puppy eyes. as if you weren't already a softie for her.
"let's dig in!"
"..."
"..."
"why do you like me?"
the dining table had always been quiet when you eat as you both knew that you two almost never talk while eating no matter how much any of you want to talk about something. you knew minjeong had something on in her mind.
"I don't like you. I love you more than you can imagine."
"it's morning, please spare my ears."
"alright, alright. it's because it's you."
"that's all? like anything about my appearance?"
from that, you knew it was about her looks again. she must've gone through the comments on media platforms about her again. and you knew that not everyone has the nicest things to say about others on the internet.
"you look beautiful, both inside and outside. minjeong, please don't put too much attention on those comments."
"I can't help! I just..."
she had all the reasons in her head yet they don't exist. every time she tries to find for a good solid reason to prove that the comments matter, she can't. silence engulfed the air as the staring competition went on.
"just?'
"just... fine, I give up. but it doesn't mean the comments don't matter!"
"I never said that comments don't matter. just the rotten ones. you have every right to read the comments but store the nice ones you come across and recycle the bad ones into motivation."
minjeong looks at you like you had grown a second head. not wanting to sound weird, you went with the cliché question.
"is there something on my face?"
"no no, I just found your smart side really sexy."
you were taken aback, not expecting her to be that straightforward with her choice of words. you could feel your ears burning a little, but played it cool before offering to wash the dishes.
as you grabbed for the washing gloves, you could feel arms wrapped around your torso. you recognized the vanilla scent, easing your nerves as you smiled at her snuggling into your back.
"thank you, baby. you're the best."
"to be honest, it's nothing compared to what you've done for me."
"don't say that! we both each other's safe haven. you were right, if I put too much of my mind onto the negativity, it would've just made me feel worse about myself."
"i'm glad I can make your feel better."
"as you always do."
you turned around to face her, her arms loosen a little but still holding onto you. you didn't mind whether the bubbles and soap were dripping onto the floor. what mattered was this angel in front of you.
so many years together, one glance into her orbs and you knew what she was thinking and vice versa of course. but she totally missed that playful smirk on you as you booped her nose with your gloved-hand.
she gasped, surprised but still smiley at your childishness. she got herself some soap from your gloves before doing the same as it grew into a bubble fight. but saw the end of it when you guys almost broke a plate.
"i'll finish up, get changed and wait for me?"
"where are we going?"
"somewhere."
demanding for an answer, she glared at you, failing miserably as you just chuckled at her cuteness. she still kept the glaring, making you give in as you didn't need a cardiac arrest on a very wonderful Sunday morning.
"I planned a course for our date today so our first stop would be the city park that opened last month."
"really?! oh my god, you should've told me!"
"it was supposed to be a surprise but my dear maltese was impatient."
"it still is! I'll go up now, I need to find the best fit for us. we're gonna take so many pictures today!"
she rushed to your shared room excitedly, swearing you saw a tail wagging intensely with excitement and anticipation for the day. you just couldn't contain that smile of yours whenever it came to her. her antics always made you smile. she always made you smile.
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Final part! Thanks for coming along for the ride. More of the mafia au will likely be posted today, I really want to write some death scenes in between some irl craft projects.
Meanwhile, aboard the Nemesis, Megatron was scheming. Due to the war, they were running into a bit of a gene pool problem. Namely, throwing an entire city state's worth of genetic diversity into a blender and creating a mass produced army out of whatever gene sequence it spits out had worked to preserve diversity and allow the lower ranks to continue adding to the population without ruining evolution for the future, but it also meant that the genetic makeup of any offspring born was a crapshoot. Unfortunately, being a grounder was a very, very dominant trait.
But, the human converts were special in that they had a completely new set of genetic traits. Sure, Dani would likely be a helicopter, but compared to archived gene sequences, she would be comparable to a bot that came from a long lost and isolated colony, perfect for putting some variety back into the gene pool. But first, the obvious problem was that she hadn't been converted yet.
The discoveries were made on Miko and Raf's genetic testing results, not hers.
And, of course, she was far too small to be a good carrier or even a Sire, not without heavy medical intervention, and Megatron already knew that even encouraging her and Blades to bond would be an arduous task.
Luckily, Shockwave had done plenty of growth tank experiments in his time during the war, and had the science down to an easily repeatable procedure, one, when tested, that can be bundled with the conversion process, as long as there is enough access to the subjects bloodstream at time of submersion, particularly in the extremities.
In other words, Megatron has to cut Dani's arms and legs to get the liquid cyber metal to her feet and hands.
This is going to be fun.
Megatron had never before been able to use a blade on a human before, preferring to either shoot or squish them on the battlefield.
Megatron walked into the two autobot turncoats' berth room, Dani glaring at him from her little pile of blankets, shivering in her oversized garment that had replaced her flight suit. He had read from Knockout's report that during a run to get supplies to treat her monthly… affliction, she had been spotted and tracked down by a store associate who had seen her missing poster, and tried to get her away from Breakdown. In the confusion, Breakdown had run him over, splattering her with blood. The damage done has been fully healed, and now they could move on to the next stage of the process.
Megatron took out the clear box of stickers that Shockwave had loaded up with nanotechnology in. To Dani's horror, they were skimpy and gold, getting the reference immediately.
Blades, bless his sweet spark, did not.
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(My beta told me no to making Dani naked twice in one one-shot, so we compromised by making her censor bars a Rocky Horror reference. Yes, Dani and Blades are supposed to be Janet and Brad coded. Unfortunately, there is no Rocky, because, well, there's child characters here. Tarn is already pushing a lot here. So, instead of learning all about kink and throwing away the last of their innocence, Dani and Blades are learning about the war and throwing away their black and white view of it.)
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"Have Dani apply these to the skin. Shockwave tells me that there is a diagram of where they need to go included. If you don't get them all applied before Knockout comes to retrieve you, Shockwave will do them himself. Blades, after Dani leaves, you will be moved to a new room." Megatron left, leaving them alone. Blades took out the stickers, realizing that this would have to be a two person job. He found the ones meant to go on her chest.
"How about you start with these? I mean, we did swap bodies, so nothing I haven't seen before, but…"
Dani nodded, a whirlwind of embarrassment and horror going through her head as she took off her dress and bra, Blades setting a mirror in front of her and looking away respectfully as she put the two circles over her breasts, trying not to think about the huge, hulking, one eyed monster of a bot that would soon be touching her for some likely sick purpose.
She looked through the other sheets and found another set meant for her crotch, resembling those adhesive edged fabric thongs some actors used in movie shoots. Luckily, it was large enough that the razor included could stay sealed in its flowery pink packaging.
She added a few to her sunken belly and skeletal ribcage. Her time at the Nemesis had her losing every scrap of fat on her body, leaving her feeling freezing and hollow all the time. She quickly put the stickers meant for her legs and feet on, not feeling safe until she slipped her pants on. It was weird. Being topless made her feel less exposed than having her legs out.
"Blades? A little help here?" Dani said, picking up the stickers meant for her neck and back. Blades oh so delicately placed the last two stickers, ruffling her hair after he was done.
"This might be a bit inappropriate due to circumstances outside of our control, but you will always be the prettiest human I have ever gotten the pleasure of knowing, no matter what happens. Charlie, your brothers, Chase, and Boulder would all be so proud of us for making it this far together. I am so proud of you for making it this far. I promise, if the worst comes to worst, I will bury you the way we couldn't bury your family. I love you, Dani."
Dani wiped away a tear. "Aw, I love you too Blades."
The door to the room opened, and Knockout stepped in. Dani took off her pants and climbed onto his outstretched hand without a word.
"Primus, fleshy, it is far too cold on the ship to be walking around without a blanket." Knockout picked up a thin, stained one that usually ended up between her and the rest of her blankets when she was on her period. He threw it over her shoulders and walked down to Shockwave's lab, leaving Blades to quickly clean up the trash and store anything of use in his subspace.
Shockwave took her from Knockout and laid her on her belly, setting the blanket aside. Dani didn't dare breathe as he took a pair of tweezers and readjusted the sticker on her back. "Everything is satisfactory. Knockout, administer the priming injection."
"Dani, sit up, cross your legs, put your elbows on your knees, and face away from me." Knockout said while he uncapped the syringe and Shockwave scooped out a glob of the cleaning gel that Dani had been subjected to more then once after she had begun to stink due to not being able to shower regularly.
Dani scrambled to follow directions, hissing as her shoulders were wiped with the freezing cold gel. She willed herself to stay still as Knockout plunged the needle into her shoulder and emptied the syringe into the muscle there. They had given her vaccinations in that shoulder, too, but drew blood from her head.
Knockout removed the syringe and moved in front of Dani. "Lie back, and relax your face as much as possible. I need a blood sample." Knockout took plenty of blood from her before looking at Shockwave.
Shockwave picked her up and set her on a new tray. He pressed a button on the side of it, and Dani yelped as the sticker on her spine magnetized to the tray, keeping it straight. "Testing successful. Begin energon injections to the thighs, along with shallow lacerations to improve cyber metal distribution and speed up the process."
"This is my specialty." Megatron said, stepping away from the wall where he had been watching the proceedings. He took a scalpel from Knockout and carefully cut symmetrical lines into Dani's thighs and forearms. Knockout injected energon inside each cut, Dani shivering as he wiped the blood from them onto her belly.
Dani cried out and scratched at Knockout's hands as he lowered her into the growth vat.
Her red blood turned the clear yellow liquid a light pink, and once the tank was full, Shockwave introduced the cyber metal, the stuff settling in the tank in bubbles and streaks. Shockwave pressed another button, and Dani felt nauseous, her eyes closing for the last time.
"Oh, she's beautiful." Knockout said as the tank emptied and the top swung open. He had a towel open to wrap around her as soon as Megatron and Shockwave pulled her out of the tube.
She was truly a stunning femme, even in just the new protoform silver and gray. Once she chose a paint job, she would likely have half the seeker armada tripping over themselves for a shot with her. She was going to be a helicopter, at least. The bump on her back where new rotors would sprout and unfurl once she scanned an alt mode stuck out like a sore thumb. Her plating had an organic curve to it, with virtually no harsh edges at all.
Shockwave had to stop her from getting out of the tube on her own, taking her arms and helping to lift her out of the tank. Knockout wrapped her in the towel, and they bundled her into a wheelchair. Her eyes were still offline, the growth cycle finishing earlier than expected. They wheeled her to Blades' new room, him being informed of the true intentions of the experiment only minutes ago. Still, he had a shift to finish, and Knockout assured him that she would be in stasis until he could help her.
The minute he could finish up his training to be a nurse with Breakdown for the day, he raced back to his suite. As promised, a stasis machine was hooked up to her, and he carefully unhooked her from it and held her hand until she woke up.
He happily helped Dani, who passed almost all the memory recall checks, out of the wheelchair and into their seated shower, where Blades assisted her in cleaning off the clear yellow goo that clung to her plating. The temporarily blind bot kept feeling his face over and over again, as if she expected him to be gone the next time she checked.
That morning, she woke up to him squeezing one of her hands while they slept in their bed, Blades having to plug her into the recharge dock with little awkward touches against her head.
This was her new reality now.
A menial job on this dark, oppressive ship, with this orange mech sleeping alongside her, all without her consent or a measure of control.
At least she won't starve.
At least she doesn't have to be alone.
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There was just one last test to be done.
Cody walked through the ground bridge, his confident posture and wicked grin strange on his young face.
In the panic of the omega lock pointed at earth, no one was paying attention to the drugged up, half mad Rescue Bot.
Cody walked into the cell block and walked right through the bars. The man he believed to have led his family to their deaths, tripping over himself to pick him up.
"Heatwave, I have a secret for you. Do you want to know?"
The grief addled bot nodded like an over excited little kid, and Cody smiled.
All Cody had to do to prove himself was whisper a single word.
"Die."
The bot's spark imploded with a soft pop, not a single drop of energon split. He reached into his ear and tapped his com link. "Nickel, I'm done here."
A ground bridge opened, and he ran back through to his Sire, failing to wipe the excited grin off his face. Tarn kneeled down and picked up the tiny minicon, his holoform flickering off as he hugged his Sire's finger. The Peaceful Tyranny was hiding behind the Nemesis, being secretly space bridged in to help Megatron hunt down any loose ends, the perfect initiation test for the newest member of the DJD.
"Good work, Darkmount." Tarn said, placing him back into his chest cavity.
Before long, the theme song to some human cartoon Raf downloaded off the internet and passed to him on one of their informal play dates while Tarn talked to high command played obnoxiously from the vid screen, Tarn long since abandoning the hopes of hearing anything but squeaky voices and bubbly background music after a hunt.
Tarn could feel Darkmount stretch inside him. He sent a feeling of pride into their still new parental spark bond.
Darkmount sent it back, a feeling of sleepiness accidentally slipping alongside it.
Darkmount was getting better at that, but still made silly little mistakes with the bond at times. However, he was flawless in the field, burrowing into the plating of much bigger mechs and killing them from the inside, removing any witnesses while Tarn and the rest of the DJD took care of the main victim.
And, of course, he was a glutton for attention at times. If he wanted it, that is. If he got it into his head that he didn't want to be picked up or held, Tarn would walk away with bite marks and a very grumpy microcon cuddled into the crook of his elbow or clinging to his tank treads. He did, in fact, scan an alt mode.
He had fought a small swarm of a savage pointer, a smaller subspecies of the common bulbous scraplet, and with some help from Vos, scanned a live one for his alt mode.
If he focused, he could hover in the air. The Pet was terrified of him, and he could now wander the ship as he pleased.
A few months later, Darkmount woke up to a message from Raf saying that he now had two nephews. Apparently, Dani and Blades got busy fast after Dani recovered from the conversion. There was also a warning to Nickel that Dani experienced phantom contractions after the twins were born, and the only things that worked was a very high dose of pain meds and plenty of heat packs and cuddles from the helicopter that she chose to be with. He was a skittish thing, not a single bark and completely devoid of bite. It was fine, though. Dani had enough for the two of them.
Darkmount winced as he imagined his sister in excruciating pain for no other reason besides a coding error leftover from being human.
He wouldn't lift a hand to help her if it was inconvenient for him, but he still didn't want to see her dead.
He cuddled into Tarn's spark chamber and drifted off to sleep.
Another day, and a new hunt will begin.
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Hi Mary i think you have very exceptional taste in movies, music art in general. I wanted to ask you whether you could share what are your few favourite movies and series that you could recommend (besides bones and all, that I know you love and I am already obsessed with) hope your having good calm time and enjoying the summer
hi! thank you very much! and i love that it’s a Thing that i love bones and all. i’m very happy to be branded by that movie lmao.
here are all my favorite movies and shows (separated), and the reasons why i love them because i cannot help myself from sharing my opinions <3
my favorite movies:
hellboy (2004, dir guillermo del toro) — i watched this movie with my dad often as a kid. guillermo del toro blends so many genres into this movie without it feeling inconsistent, and the production, costuming, and hair and makeup is just gorgeous. i feel this is a criminally underrated comic book adaptation.
waves (2019, dir trey edward shultz) — this movie is something else in a great way. i don’t think i’ve ever seen a movie structured, edited, and shot like this. the use of screen resolutions and the camera work make it very visually interesting the entire way through. the acting is also phenomenal (and it’s the movie that made me fall in love with taylor russell)
juno (2007, dir jason reitman) — another one from my childhood. there’s something so cozy about this movie to me. the actors are great, the dialogue can be both hilarious and heartbreaking, and it’s generally cute a little story.
20th century women (2016, dir mike mills) — i feel like this movie’s selling point is it’s plot. it’s set in the 70s about a single mother in her late-50s trying to raise her son, so she enlists two other women to help influence her son to be a good man. it’s just… so good. i want more people to see this movie. it shouldn’t be forgotten.
rhymes or young ghouls (2013, dir jeff barnaby) — it’s been a while since i’ve last seen it, but i first watched because it has one of my favorite actors it (devery jacobs— you will see her again here) but it quickly became a movie i’ll never forget. there are few movies about indigenous people, and even fewer that handle their trauma in a respectful and caring way. this movie is about indigenous people, by indigenous people, for indigenous people, and it’s great and it’s beautiful and it’s sad and it’s horrific and it certainly doesn’t fall into the “racist redemption” bullshit. not at all. this movie sheds light on a history that i was never taught about, and that i’m sure many people still don’t know about. this movie is an important watch, in my opinion. TW for residential schools, racism, rape, and abuse, so definitely be mindful of those topics.
moonlight (2016, dir barry jenkins) — one of the best coming of age movies ever made. all three acts are perfect. i don’t think there’s a single thing i don’t like about this movie. i genuinely can’t think of any flaws. it’s visually beautiful, the acting is beautiful, the dialogue is beautiful— everything is beautiful. deserved the oscar and more. a review of letterboxd sums my feelings about it up perfectly: visual poetry with the emotional depth of the fucking ocean itself.
aftersun (2022, charlotte wells) — this movie really feels like observing real people. it’s like watching home videos of a parent and kid on vacation. you can tell this story is so personal and so real, and the actors are incredible. it’s slow and melancholic, but it’s not boring and it keeps your attention. i was expecting to relate to the preteen girl, and i did, but i wasn’t expecting to relate to a single father turning 31. great movie. glad to see it get some light at the oscars this past season.
spider-man: across the spider-verse (2023, dirs joaquim dos santos, justin k thompson, kemp powers) — i don’t wanna spoil anything, but oh wow. oh wow.
everything everywhere all at once (2022, dirs the daniels) — instant classic. i’ve never been one for action/comedy/kung-fu movies, but this one’s blend of those genres and its imagination and humor and big heart make it something unique. it’s high energy, always interesting to look at, the costuming and hair and makeup are cool as fuck, and the acting is phenomenal. deserved to sweep at the oscars, and anyone that tells you differently is a loser trying so desperately hard to be different. don’t be different. love everytbing everywhere all at once. it deserves all the love.
and now…
my favorite shows:
mr robot (2015-2019, created by sam esmail) — my absolute favorite show ever made. it’s so hard to describe this show to other people, but you just need to watch it. it’s so precise in its decisions and so thoughtful with every single scene. the quadrant framing of the cinematography shows you the tone of the show and makes you feel what the characters feel in such simple ways. it’s truly stunning and the unraveling story is so intricate and infinitely layered. i feel this show’s message only resonates more as time passes. it’s scarily realistic.
game of thrones (2011-2019, created by david benioff, db weiss, george rr martin) — i’ll address the obvious: the ending sucks. the cracks in the show start to show in season 5, begin to crumble throughout 6-7, and complete breaks in season 8. BUT! seasons 1-4 is some of the best television ever made. the characters are multidimensional, the story is carefully crafted (thank you, george rr martin), and actions have consequences. even though the ending sucks, the beginning is well worth it.
house of the dragon (2022-current, created by miguel sapochnik, ryan condal, george rr martin) — yes, it’s a spin-off of game of thrones, but you don’t need to have seen game of thrones to watch house of the dragon. so if you don’t want to suffer through game of thrones season 8, just watch this prequel! it has everything i loved from season 1-4 of games of thrones but with a bigger budget. it’s great. i have hope that it will get even better.
the last of us (2023-current, created by craig mazin and neil druckmann) — my favorite video game ever made turned into one of my favorite shows ever made. the last of us was in good hands. as a fan of the games, i was beyond satisfied with what hbo did. It captures the heart of the story while also expanding on things us gamers never got to explore much. it’s everything i could’ve asked for in an adaptation. patiently looking forward season 2– you can’t rush greatness. and i already waited half a decade between the first game and the second. i can wait a year or two for the second season.
deadly class (2019, created by rick remender and miles orion fieldscott) — it’s a high school for assisins. what else do you need to know? seriously though, i love this show. it unfortunately got cancelled, but i think it’s great just in its one season. the music is good, the acting is good, it balances wit and existential drama. it is pessimism wrapped in a creative bow, and i love it and am forever wishing i got to see a season 2. i’m holding out hope rick remender can get another shot at adapting it in some way in the future. also check out the comics! they’re great too.
the walking dead (2010-2022, created by robert kirkman, tony moore, charlie adlard, and (formerly) frank darabont) — this one might be biased. i grew up watching this show, i still love this show. i have walking dead posters and played all the games and even have twd socks. i just love the walking dead. of course it has zombies (that look great, by the way; makeup killed it), but it’s also a very good inter-personal drama. it loses its footing around season 6 and stumbles a bit through 7-8, but season 9 finds its balance again and brings back everything i loved about the show. whether or not you like zombies or hate them, give the walking dead a chance. i really think it would surprise a lot of people.
reservation dogs (2021-current, created by sterlin harjo and taika waititi) — here is that devery jacobs i promised. this is a coming of age comedy about teenagers on a oklahoma reservation who steal, rob, and save money with the hopes of moving to california. it’s hilarious, but it also touches on many issues the indigenous communities face— namely suicide. you can tell the people on camera and behind the camera love this project, and again it’s a show made by indigenous people, about indigenous people, for indigenous people.
ok. i think that’s it! there all the film that i love. i hope y’all check some of them out because they’re all pretty good :)
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miekasa · 3 years
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sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you think the aot character's love languages would be? we know levi's is acts of service, but anybody else?
No worries! I don’t think I’ve answered for everyone before, so I’ll take a shot at it now bc I love thinking about people's love languages 😌
LEVI Gives: acts of service
This is one is talked about a lot, but Levi shows his love most often through doing things for you, even if you haven’t asked anything of him.
He’ll go out of his way to make your life easier and/or more comfortable in any way that he sees fit, and he doesn’t expect the same in return; it truly just makes him happy to know that he could have done something for you.
It includes bigger things like assembling furniture for you, building you something completely from scratch, or cleaning your car for; and also small things like making you a cup of coffee or tea, or even just holding your bag for you after a long day.
Needs: physical touch
Classic touch-starved man who doesn’t outwardly ask for physical touch, but doesn’t back away from it when you initiate it.
After some time, he’d begin to initiate himself, he just needs to get comfortable with the idea of it first; but after he is, it’s really cute to see. Catch him on a lazy morning, and he’s especially touchy; or find him after a long day of work, and he’ll cuddle himself right into your shoulder.
It makes him happy to know that you seek him out for physical comfort, and that he can begin to do the same. Also, he loves the feeling of you playing with his hair, it’s a surefire way to get him to fall asleep.
HANGE Gives: quality time, physical touch
Hange likes spending time with you, and loves roping you into their favorite hobbies, activities, and antics. Even something as simple as a 3 minute FaceTime call to ask them a quick question is enough to put a smile on their face.
They really just like to share their interests with you, and would love it if you did the same! Hange is willing to give everything a try at least twice for you.
Also loves physical touch, maybe not even necessarily in traditionally “romantic” ways either—having their hand around your shoulder to show you something on their phone, knocking into your body while they’re laughing, clapping your hands together out of boredom—all simple touches that make Hange happy.
Needs: gifts
Hange looooves presents, and you can’t prove me wrong. To them, it’s really touching to know that you would take the time to pick out or make something that you think they would like.
They cherish any and every gift you get them, even if it’s something as tiny and routine as bringing them a coffee during a busy a day at work, Hange never takes it for granted.
(And they also go on and brag about it to anyone who will listen, “Ah did you see my baby brought me coffee for lunch? Just how I like it too, they know me so well!”)
EREN Gives: quality time, words of affirmation
Quality time for Eren can also be mistaken as him spending all of his free time annoying the hell out of you, but it’s really just him being Loving.
When he’s not annoying you, he really does just like to be in the same space as you, even if you’re doing your own things. He likes having you around because you comfort him even if you’re not directly speaking to or interacting with him.
Words of affirmation come out of him in a very matter-of-fact tone. It’s almost as if he’s not consciously trying to affirm you or flatter you.
To him, he’s just saying what he believes is an objective truth: of course he thinks you’re smart and talented and pretty and fun to be around. If those things make you feel good, then it’s a bonus, but really, he just means it like it’s a fact of the universe.
Needs: gifts, physical touch
He’s not the best at giving gifts, but he does love to receive them, and honestly, he’s very humbled and flattered whenever you give him something that you clearly put a lot of time and/or effort into.
He almost feels undeserving of it, but he loves it all the same, and he really does cherish it. Even if it’s something as generic as a pair of shoes he was talking about, it still means a lot to him that you would remember and buy them for him.
Once he gets a taste of physical touch, he doesn’t know how to let go. All sense of personal space is out of the window, and this goes hand in hand with quality time once he discovers it.
Loves it when you touch him: play with his hair, play with or hold his hands, hug him out of the blue. Also loves to touch you, though he seems to not understand the size of his body when he’s draping himself over your shoulders, or has his leg over your thigh while you’re sitting on the bus.
ARMIN Gives: gifts
To him, it’s the simplest way to express himself without embarrassing himself by potentially tripping over his words. Also, gifts can be given remotely, so he doesn’t have to sit around worrying if you’ll love it or hate it while you open it.
Though, he certainly gains a lot of confidence over time, he still likes to leave you little presents to find when he’s not around. Something as small as buying your favorite candy and putting it in your coat pocket, or leaving flowers at your place.
He’s also very thoughtful, and when he does get you a bigger gift, or something to celebrate an occasion, he always makes sure it’s perfect.
He does it to make you happy, and when you’re happy, it makes him happy.
Needs: words of affirmation
He won’t ask for it, but it’s really reassuring to hear, and it makes him feel really good, and relieved to know that the person he loves thinks highly of him.
If you told him you’re proud of him, he might… he really might malfunction a bit, but your words would stick with him. The next time he was going through something hard or even just doubting himself, he’d remember what you said to him and it would give him a little push to get through it (and maybe be nicer to himself as a consequence).
Not necessarily an affirmation, but it also flatters him to hear that you think he’s attractive. Though, be careful when and how you say this, because he’s very… easy to excite.
MIKASA Gives: words of affirmation, acts of service
Mikasa lets you know how much you mean to her, and how much you mean to everyone in your life all the time. She doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than you are.
She loves hearing about your progress or achievements in work/school and is quick to tell you that she’s happy for you and proud of you.
She’ll also do anything she can to help you out, so acts of service a big thing for her. She doesn’t want you to have to go out of your way to do something she could handle for you.
That isn’t to say that she thinks you’re incapable of fending for yourself; rather, that she would like to ease your pain whenever and wherever she can.
Needs: quality time
She doesn’t realize how much she likes/needs this until you guys start spending more time together; and it’s in your absence that she finds herself missing you more than she’d anticipated.
She doesn’t even mind sitting idly by while you’re busy or doing work, so long as she gets to be by your side. It also brings her a sense of comfort to be able to take care of you during this time; having snack breaks with you, occasional tangent conversations, and reminding you to rest when necessary.
She finds that one of the simplest means of quality time is sleeping next to each other; whether it be for a nap, or going to bed, it’s a kind of intimacy she never thought she’d crave, but comes to really, really enjoy.
JEAN Gives: quality time, gifts
Just. Just let Jean tag along to whatever you’re doing like a little golden retriever and he’ll be so damn happy. It doesn’t matter what—buying makeup, going on a walk, heading to the grocery store—he just likes spending time with you.
Though he—and anyone who expresses themselves in quality time—completely understands there are moments where you need to be by yourself. But if you don’t mind him being there, then he’ll take the opportunity to be with you.
He looooves to give presents, and even though he can get kind of embarrassed by it and try to play it off as nonchalant, he’s quite thoughtful and romantic with his gifts.
Needs: quality time, physical touch
He loves doing what you’re doing, but he would also love to have you around when he’s chilling or running errands or doing whatever, too. He doesn’t care, Jean just likes talking to you, and will take any opportunity to hear you speak to him and be around him.
He shows a normal amount of physical touch and/or PDA throughout your relationship, but really casual and gentle touches by you mean the world to him. When he feels you stroking his face when you think he’s asleep, wrapping your arms around one of his habitually when you’re sleepy after a night out, putting your hands on his face when you kiss him—all those things mean the world to him.
I don’t know if this would fall into words of affirmation, but he also likes it when you tell him that you find him attractive. Call him handsome once and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the month. Tell him he’s pretty and you might even get him to blush.
CONNIE Gives: quality time
Similar to Eren, his quality time is most commonly expressed through a little game he likes to call “how many times can I annoy my girlfriend in the span of twenty minutes.”
You could be chilling like normal, having a casual night in and Connie will just come bursting in your room like the loudest mf on the planet, with Monopoly in his left hand, and a six pack of beers in his right.
He lives for doing stupid (borderline illegal) shit with you, and to his credit, you’ve never gotten caught. He really just likes to hang with you and make you laugh and make memories the both of you won’t ever forget.
Needs: acts of service
Help this man. No, really, literally, help him, even if he says he doesn’t need help, he’ll appreciate it in the end.
From stuff like tutoring him for a class, to packing him lunches (beyond Lunchables, but inclusive of a strawberry-kiwi CapriSun, nonetheless); it’s a love language Connie didn’t even think he would like.
He fucking loves it though and never shuts up about anything you might do for him; always thanks you a million times and puts you in a loving chokehold and pinches your cheeks in appreciation.
SASHA Gives: words of affirmation
She’s really good at comforting you, or even just making you feel good about yourself. Sasha might not even realize how much her positive outlook on you might mean, but she sure does love to tell you how much you mean to her.
Adores singing your praises and rewarding you with compliments all the time. She’s so sweet and she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Best girl.
Needs: gifts
Sasha loves presents in all shapes in forms: birthday presents, anniversary presents, planned presents, surprise presents. Doesn’t matter, she’s happy to receive any and all of them.
She looks at the gifts you get her with sparkles in her eyes and the widest grin on her face. It means the world to her that you would get her something she loves and she appreciates it so much.
Takes extra special care of your gifts too. If you got her one of something she collects, the ones you give her have their own little special place in her collection and she loves to show them off whenever people ask about them.
PIECK Gives: acts of service, physical touch
Pieck will do just about anything for you, and if she can’t, she’ll commission someone else to get it done for the both of you. (Someone being Porco and Reiner if this act involves lifting or carrying anything heavy).
She adores the smile on your face after she tells you she’s taken care of something you were putting off or having trouble doing; it makes her whole day to see you happy and relieved to have one less task on your to-do list.
She definitely does things because it makes her happy to see you happy, but there’s a small part of her that’s not above admitting she likes to be rewarded for it, too. Even something as small as a hug will do 😌
That’s also where the physical touch comes in: Pieck is kind of handsy, an almost unexpectedly protective kind of way. It’s equal parts of her liking to show you off and have her hands on you, and making sure nobody else thinks about doing the same.
Needs: quality time
Once she discovers the joy of having someone else to laze around with, take naps with, and do… questionable antics with, Pieck feels like she’s discovered the true meaning of life.
Adores when you ask to come along with her to run errands, or when you show interest in any of her many hobbies. She comes to find that she loves sharing them with you.
Napping together is a must, and if you think she’ll let you out of her hold just because your leg cramped or you have to use the bathroom, then think again. There’s a minimum of three one-hour naps per week with her.
PORCO Gives: acts of service, gifts
Gifts might come as a surprise for him, but he’s got a good memory, so when he sees something you’ve been talking about, he’ll just pick it up/buy it for you.
Could be anything from a new pair of house slippers, to a pair of earrings you showed him once. If he sees it and remembers you wanted it, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll just get it. You can’t say he never did anything for you.
He approaches acts of service the same way, and usually does things he knows he can handle doing for you, like cleaning your car, cooking you dinner, or giving you a massage.
He can get kinda smug about it tho, going off about how you’re his little baby and that you need him to take care of you, as if he didn’t go out of his way to do these things, unprompted 🙄
Needs: physical touch
He’s not going out of his way to do extreme PDA, but he’s not hiding it either; if he feels like touching you, he will. But the first time you initiate it, or the first time you touch him in a gentle way, he’s such a goner.
He doesn’t even know how to process it at a first, and when he does he feels stupid and embarrassed for even liking it, but he certainly likes it that for damn sure.
He gets kinda cranky if you don’t cuddle up to him or hold his hand or poke his cheek (even though he claims it’s oh so annoying, you know he likesssss it).
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reuinx · 3 years
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Jealousy (Yelena Belova x Reader)
Summary: Yelena has wanted to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Natasha. A party is a perfect opportunity for you to taunt her using Wanda Maximoff.
Word Count: ​2,468
Translations:  Printsessa (Princess), Krasivaya (Beautiful)
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Yelena has kept you a secret for a while now, and she prefers it that way. As she suspected Natasha was becoming suspicious of your relationship, she instructed you both to cool it. Well, if you could even call it that. With her, you never knew where you stood. Many things with Yelena weren't clear to you. There was no way of knowing how she felt about you, what she was thinking, or what she would do next. You knew, however, that you were hopelessly in love with her.
Yelena had asked you to keep your distance from her, but that did not mean you couldn't have some fun, right? If she wasn't willing to commit, then why should you? You found yourself at an outdoor party during the summer heat. It was the usual thing for people to show off their cars. The speakers in the truck of an expensive vehicle blared music. You were beckoned by Natasha, who was sitting on the bonnet of her blue BMW X3 SUV as the cars were parked in a circle. You approached her without much caution. If you become nervous, it would be more evident that something was going on between you and Yelena if you avoided her.
"Mommy and Daddy let you bring the car, huh?" You called out playfully as Natasha shot you a look of disapproval, patting the bonnet beside her. As you climbed up beside her, you stared out at the familiar faces drinking, chatting, and dancing.
"Very funny. I see you didn't bring my sister" Natasha reached for a Budweiser, biting the cap with her teeth as she twisted it open while looking straight ahead. 
"Why would I bring Yelena?" Your voice was laced with nervousness as you asked. You and Yelena have always been friends before all of that happened!
"Why wouldn’t you?" Natasha responded. During your attempts to assemble your thoughts, everything always went back to Yelena. What did she mean by that?
"A peace offering," Natasha offered as she handed you the Budweiser. Yelena wasn't going to like you drinking, she established how you were a lightweight, but there are no rules anymore; you might as well break them all. Fuck it. Without hesitation, you raised the beer bottle to your lips and took a sip of the crisp as she smiled at you, interrupting your chance to speak.
"For what?" What was she talking about?
"Fucking my sister," She said nonchalantly as you choked on your beer as you were in the middle of drinking. She gently slapped your back while leaning across to help you breathe again.
"I..I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't?"
"No."
"Huh, that's funny."
"What is?"
"The walls are paper thin. I can hear everything, and I mean everything. Especially your name being moaned-"
"I get it, I get it!"
"I'm guessing El didn't want me to know?"
"She doesn't want anyone to know."
"I've known. I see how she looks at you. She always looks at you like you're the only one in the room. It's cute but she is my little sister so I will be teasing her about it in the near future."
"That obvious?"
"Very"
"She's just keeping me as a little secret for now, I guess."
"You'll have to change that now, won't you?" As the familiar engine rumbled in the distance, Natasha teased you. When Yelena's car was brought to your attention, you and Natasha both drank simultaneously.
"Speaking of the devil," Natasha commented against her drink. As Yelena's arm hung out the window, the yellow Mustang made its grand entrance. Her car stood out like a sore thumb, attracting everyone's attention. Especially yours.
"The one and only" As you shook your head, you climbed off the bonnet slowly, feeling eyes on you already, but they weren't just Yelena's. The eyes of a stranger caught your attention - a girl with auburn hair and green eyes.
"Oh hey! The beer trick with the teeth? Don't try that. You'll probably smash your teeth considering you can barely walk and chew gum at the same time." Natasha grins widely as she calls after you.
"Noted!" Your voice filled with laughter as you acknowledged your clumsiness. As you lifted the beer to your lips, you took a sip. As you watched from the corner of your eye, Yelena had climbed out of the Mustang. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened between her shoulder blades. Her makeup was applied perfectly. She had a red dress that looked like it belonged in a Lana Del Rey music video. It clung firmly to every curve of her body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was sexy. Dressed up for your attention and your attention only. Without hesitation, Yelena made her way to you and yearned for your gaze, but you declined her. 
That didn't sit well with her at all. To get a reaction from her, you would do anything you could to get her to want you. While you walked past her, you tipped your head back and continued to drink. While walking, she looked over her shoulder to see where you were going. To sulk beside Natasha, of course. When you approached the auburn-haired girl, she gave you a look of surprise. As she slowly tilted her head at you, she adjusted her red leather jacket.
"Maximoff.. Wanda Maximoff" She introduced herself to you, her eyes fluttering as she did so. Her smile was soft but loving, and her eyes were friendly but held a wicked streak behind them.
"I'm-"
"I know who you are, beautiful. I've been paying attention, especially to your little blonde girlfriend. The Belova girl, Yelena right?" Wanda commented as her eyes flickered towards Yelena, who was sitting beside Natasha on the bonnet, observing every move you made. You glanced over your shoulder at Yelena, who was mouthing something to Natasha: "What's she looking at?" referring to Wanda.
"That would be her."
"It seems she doesn't like me that much now?" The corner of Wanda's lips curled into a smirk; she didn't seem to mind.
"She'll get over it."
"Me and Natasha go way back. She's already given me the run down on Belova. She's just hung up on you that she realizes I'm not a threat… unless I want to be," Wanda teased you as you raised your eyebrow at her.
"Is that so?"
"Mhm. Want me to put on a show for you?"
"Tempted"
"Come on then" Wanda extended her hand for you to take, and you put your hand into hers. It did not feel right when it wasn't Yelena's hand, but it was worth it to see her reaction. To be closer to the music, you followed her into the clearing. As you giggled, she spun you on the spot, holding the bottle to your lips as you finished it. They seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest, with Wanda in on it with Natasha. 
Playfully, you wrapped your arm around Wanda's neck as your eyes fluttered to Yelena. Uncomfortably, she had now shifted on the bonnet. While watching the scene play out before her, she tightened her lips. She began to bite the inside of her mouth impatiently. She hated the idea of anyone touching you. Anyone that wasn't her. Yelena's face showed an expression you had never seen before, she was openly jealous of what was happening in front of her eyes.
"I'll give her three seconds before she comes over….one…two…." As Wanda leaned in slowly, she whispered to you, pulling you closer to her. Her breath was close to your lips, too close. From behind, you felt arms wrap around your stomach, tugging you back from the girl with the Auburn hair. You knew who it was by her gentle touch. Yelena. Your Yelena.
"I've got it from here, Maximoff" In response, Yelena snapped at Wanda, who clapped in surrender, bursting out in laughter.
"I was only teasing, Belova. Play nice now," Wanda playfully spoke as she made her way over to Natasha. They high-fived one another as Wanda climbed up on the bonnet beside her.
"You can look but you can't touch, Maximoff." 
"Who said I was only going to look, Belova?" Playfully sticking her tongue out, Wanda added fuel to the fire. 
"I did." Yelena explained each word laced with her accent before turning her attention to you. Now you're in for it.
"Drinking and chatting up Maximoff now? Haven't I taught you any better?" Yelena's question was directed at you now.
"Seems you haven't."
"Have you forgotten who you belong to, Printsessa?"
"I don't belong to anyone."
"Is that so?"
"According to you, "I don't belong to anyone," You replied bubbly; Your eyes peered up at the green-eyed girl whose lips parted. Observing her tense face, you could tell she was not happy with what you did. Your body was equipped with enough alcohol to make you brave.
"What are you going to do about it, Yelena Belova?" As she scowled at your sudden words, taken aback by your approach, you taunted her. Yelena didn't respond; she remained silent.
"Nothing, you'll do nothing" You rolled your eyes at her, turning on the heels of your shoes as you walked away from her once again.
"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." Yelena finally spoke, snapping out at you as she quickly caught up to you. Now she was high on adrenaline. When she grabbed your arm, she spun you around so that you faced her. Alcohol could not save you from the intimidation you felt. She leaned in quickly, shoving her lips against yours, grasping your cheek with her hand. 
As your body pressed up against hers in need, you swooned at her sudden movement. Lips moving in perfect sync. You craved her; you craved this. It caught you by surprise when Wanda and Natasha started cheering. Your face turned red as you pulled away from Yelena's lips. She whispered in your ear quietly with her lipstick now smudged.
"Lets go somewhere else. I want you to myself tonight. All mine." Her voice was alluring as you nodded at her. She grabbed your hand, tugging you over to her car. As you looked at Natasha, who gave you a thumbs up, you smiled widely. Once you reached the Mustang, Yelena put you in the passenger side, ensuring you secure your seatbelt. Before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat, she made sure you were safe.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see" While starting the car, she spoke in a calm and collected manner. The rumbling of the engine begins to soothe you. As you both left the party, you rested your head against the window and gazed out.
"Natasha knows by the way," You muttered.
"I know. I told her before the party but she already had an idea because she could hear us through-"
"The thin walls, she said." Laughing, you finished her sentence as your face turned red with embarrassment. As the world around you began to fade into darkness, you both sat in comfortable silence.
"El?"
"Hm?"
"I forgot to tell you… well.. not that I forgot to tell you but you're beautiful."
"I'm glad you noticed."
"Of course, I noticed. I always notice."
"I was too busy looking at you, Krasivaya." She explained to you as you suddenly turned to face her, your eyes studying her face as she smiled at you. The sight of her filled your heart with joy. As you quickly glanced out the window, you frowned at the sight of where she had taken you. She took the keys out, climbed out, and opened the door as she made her way to you. Suddenly, you felt breathless and scrambled out. You were both alone, just you and her. Her parking spot was elevated so that you could see the night sky from a greater height. You joined her on the bonnet of her car, leaning back as you stared up at the stars in delight.
"Jealous of Wanda then?" You called out to Yelena, who was getting comfortable on the bonnet; she suddenly darted her eyes at you with the sudden mention.
"Me? Jealous? Please."
"So you won't mind if I go back and just happen to dance with her again then?"
"Don't." The tone of her voice was stern and direct, but you took it as a challenge.
"Why not?"
"Jealous doesn't even describe what I felt. You got lucky."
"I got lucky?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"If you continued your little act you were going to be put in the backseat of my car and I was going to show you who you belong to infront of everyone."
"Maybe that's exactly what I wanted"
"Maybe I should have made that a reality then but you would've enjoyed it too much," She explained as she broke out in a chuckle; the way she laughed made you fall in love with her all over again. She slowly climbed off the bonnet as you gulped, your eyes studying her every movement. She made her way to the front of the car, pressing her knees against the registration plate. 
She grabbed your legs, pulling you forward as she stood between them. Her green eyes were wild as they gazed at you; you leaned back ever so slightly so she could tower over you. She liked being in control, and you gave it up so quickly for her. She studied your face; what was she thinking about? You could tell she was lost in thought. Maybe this was your time to ask her? 
"Yelena?"
"Huh?" You caught her by surprise as she rapidly blinked; she carefully rested her hands on your thighs as she waited for you question. How you approached it made her nervous, you could tell. The lines on her face had become apart as she frowned at you. For once, she didn't know what you were going to say.
"Why did you keep "us" a secret?" Her entire face changed the moment you asked. As if relief had suddenly overtaken her. As she had difficulty managing her words, she shut her eyes and tried to manage her frown.
"I don't know..I guess.."
"You guess?"
"I guess I was afraid."
"Yelena Belova afraid? I doubt that."
"I'm being serious." Her voice wasn't as bubbly as usual, but it had a sincere tone to it.
“Afraid of what?"
"To fall in love with you." Her hands were adjusted off your thighs so that she could play with the rings. When she played with her rings, you knew she was nervous. She twirled her rings around her fingers.  Since making things official made them real to her, she was afraid that the end result of all this would be hurting you.
"And now?" While you traced your eyes across the beautiful blonde nearby, you questioned nervously. As you watched her slowly turn toward you, you suddenly gulped. She was nervous; it was nice that it was the other way around.
"It's too late I've already fallen." 
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cruelfvkingsummer · 3 years
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Steve x Reader: clandestine meetings and stolen stares (One Shot)
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Plot: Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?
or, the one where you were Peggy’s young, promising assistant until you became Steve Roger’s doll.
Tags: dark!steve, cheating steve, asshole steve, smoking, politician!steve, senator!steve, AGE GAP, drinking, SMUT, NASTY SMUT, INFIDELITY, spit play-ish (mentioned kinda?), cum play, yn is a mistress, poor peggy, cockwarming, no feminism here, daddy kink, dom!steve, reluctant to consensual
(A/N: This is my entry for #sugary4kchallenge of @donutloverxo​!! Congrats on 4k bby <3 )
Rest of the sugardaddies here!
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He was golden.
God’s greatest creation and his gift to this once crumbling country.
Up on the screen he was flawless, with his chiselled jaw, perfect smile, and bright, bright, azure eyes. The ultimate being that every man aimed to become and every woman longed to possess. Unfortunately for them, however, the woman on his arm is already as equally perfect. With her short but perfect wavy locks that was pinned to perfection and her painted red lips that split into such an eased smile, even to the way she stood by his side and managed to be his equal was something was not to scoff at.
If there was one woman who deserved the great Steve Rogers it would be his perfect sweetheart and your boss, Peggy.
“Darling,” you smiled at her, instinctively giving her the mirror she always brought with her to check on her makeup, nothing would be more embarrassing than to get caught having red-stained teeth on a screen broadcasted to millions all over America. As Peggy Carter-Rogers assistant you always had to prepare for menial but salient details that supported their faultless relationship and careers. “I’ll be visiting my mother for the next two weeks so I won’t be in the city.”
“Oh,” you couldn’t help but silently celebrate.It wasn’t all the time you get a break with her tumultuous schedule and you didn’t want to complain and leave a bad impression when you were only about three months in your job and she had been the best boat you had in the storm that was your life. “Is there something --”
“Yes, tomorrow a new delivery of clothes will be sent to the house. I trust you enough to trust your taste and it’s not like I can just ask Stevie to do it for me so can you please,” she took your hands, smiling kindly at you as if she was not just asking you to do your job. It was one of her many charms.“Just give it a brief run through, please?”
You nodded, heart warm at her trust, “Of course, should I tell Mr. Rogers then that I will be --”
“Oh no, don’t bother,” she shooed off your worry of formalities. “Our room is on the other side of the house, you’ll probably never even cross paths.”
That was fine with you. He always does manage to intimidate you despite how friendly he was with you. It was the way his eyes ran all over your body, as if nitpicking every crease in your dress and flaw in your skin despite how friendly his words were.
You guess, it was that always-there smile that unnerved you the most.
Seeing it fram afar was one thing, having it sent your way was another.
“Alright,” you answered. “I can do that.”
“You’re such a doll.”
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You grunted, cursing yourself for underestimating just how heavy winter coats were these days. You’d think they were like feathers considering she glided with them like they weighed nothing.
Plus, all the heavy lifting had made you break out a sweat, and you can’t have that considering you had plans after this with some friends in some fancy cafe they had found to take cute photos in.
You refuse to be the only one who looked busted.
With a peek into the mini living room that leads straight into the walk in closet you decided there should be no harm in taking off a few of your clothing to keep it pretty and safe.Nobody else was in the house anyways.
You didn’t even hear any presence of Mr. Rogers on your way in, he must’ve left for the country club he frequented.
You took off your cardigan first, letting it lay neatly on the lounge chair along with your cute top, leaving you in your short white skirt and bra. The lack of garments on your body made you feel the slight cold from the open windows better, opening up your movements and making your work easier.
Once you got over being so exposed outside your own home, your work became faster, finally making impressive progress -- smiling at the carefully arranged clothing on the rack ordered from the one you think she’ll like the most to the least.
With your job done for the day, you prepared to leave, walking towards your clothes when a black box, hidden on the bottom of a coffee table caught your eye -- it was after all the same box your favorite designer brand comes in.
You hesitated, looked around like a petty thief looking for a camera, and maybe you were. But a little peek shouldn’t hurt, right? It’s not like you were going to bring it home.
And she would’ve never worn these more than once anyways. God forbid, rich people get caught in the same piece of garment twice.
After all, if your hunch is right then it would be -- you gasped, it was the latest pumps that had just been released a few days ago. You couldn’t even try to hesitate to buy it as it sold out immediately on the first 4 hours of its release.
Despite yourself you couldn’t help but pluck the blank sandal from its resting place, carefully putting it on your foot, making sure not to crease it before you wobbly stood up on your legs.
From the large mirror you could see why they cost the way they did, they made your ass look impeccable and your legs like they ran for miles, even though they were uncomfortable as hell.
You couldn’t help but feel good about yourself, feeling sexy for the first time in a while in only your tiny skirt and underwear. Like a really, really, slutty schoolgirl seen only in playboy magazines and men’s filthiest dreams.
You were having fun.
That was until the door suddenly opened and you screamed at the face of your boss’ husband, landing on your ass on the floor in your panic.
“Jesus, doll!”
You could feel your face burn in embarrassment at the state the politician saw you in, barely remembering to cover your exposed chest.
“Are you alright?”
You yelped, heart beating out of your chest when he suddenly carried you bridal style with ease, setting the both of you on the expensive sofa on one coroner of the room. It did not leave your notice that you were currently being very unprofessional and sitting on his freaking lap.
“M-Mr. Senator, I am so sorry --”
“Hush, be quiet, darling. Let me have a look at your foot,” he berated softly, cooing when you yelped as he took hold of your leg. It was only then you felt the pounding pain on your soles, breath catching at the slight sharp pain as he massaged and turned it. “It doesn’t seem to be strained.”
You sighed in relief, letting him manipulate and gently turn your leg just to make sure you didn't break anything. “I didn’t mean to scare you, doll.”
From where you were seated (on his freaking lap!) his blue eyes were unbelievable darker, the lights and flashes from the camera always made them look lighter but now, with minimal lighting, you could see dark specks along the ocean blue. It was uncanny, not seeing the familiar and perfectly practiced smile on his face.
“Doll?”
“Oh, I --” your head shot down back to your lap where you were fidgeting with your fingers, but he put a stop to it immediately and took hold of your hand so you have no choice but to look at him. “I promise i wasn’t going to steal anything. I just wanted … I saw the shoes and … i’m really sorry, Mr. Rogers.”
“No, none of that, doll,” his hands were warm at your back, rubbing it back and forth and making you lower your guard. Completely forgetting that you were currently half-naked and on his lap. “It’s alright. Pretty girls like you deserve to play with pretty things. It’s alright, I won’t tell, okay? No more crying.”
You nodded to answer him, sniffing hard and trying not to let your tear drip on his white shirt. “I really am sorry.”
“Oh, baby,” he smiled, pulling you closer as he leaned on the back of the sofa. “It’s alright, you’re alright.”
He let his eyes run on the room, he could count with one finger the amount of times he has been inside this part of the house. It wasn’t until he saw a little bunny like you on the extensive security cameras on his screen that he decided to do a little sightseeing.
“Were you about to go out, doll?” he asked, cocking his head to where your cardigan was. All you could do was nod again, overwhelmed by his presence and strength, not letting you move an inch despite your subtle efforts. You became even more fidgety when you finally became aware again of the state of undress you were in.
“Well, you can’t leave with a busted feet, can you?”
“N-No,” you pouted at your pounding foot.
“Now, none of that, missy,” he chuckled, softly cupping your face and pulling on your pouty bottom lip with his thumb. “You can hang out with me if you like. This house gets really boring when i’m all alone.”
“Oh no, Mr. Rogers! I wouldn’t -- I couldn’t take up your time like that!”
His time was, quite literally, gold. You knew about a hundred journalists begging you on the daily for a simple five minute interview with the couple.
“Nonsense. Just until your feet become well enough for transport,” he shot your worries even though you were being polite. Any protests however died with another yelp when he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you out of the room without the rest of your clothes. “I feel like it’s high time we too get to know each other.”
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You should be sick of yourself.
Should feel disgusted at your skewed moral compass.
But with Steve’s face lapping on your cunt, guilt was the last thing on your mind.
in fact, you doubt you had anything on your mind except how good his rough tongue felt as he lapped at your dripping core.
You didn’t know how the situation had escalated to this point.
It was a simple budding friendship growing between the two of you as you found yourself coming to the Roger’s household the past few days, taking care of the loose ends Peggy had left or assisting Mr. Roger’s in his free time. Then the two of you started more and more time together, from the house tour to the gardens, or a short ride on his personal helicopter he drove himself towards his secluded country club.
And then the movies. The freaking movies.
“What do you mean you haven’t seen ‘The Godfather’? Doll, that’s a classic,” he playfully gasped, already walking around his table to reach for you.
It should’ve bothered you how easily he took your hands in his and how you just let him but your mind was drunk off the new friendship you have made with the quiet man and the many sides of himself he had shown you that was not for the cameras that you barely noticed. “We will fix that immediately.”
“Do the cinemas even show old --”
“Classic!”
You giggled, “Classic movies, like that?”
“No, not the one down the street,” he answered, but the glint in his eyes told you he had a plan. “But the one on our basement does.”
It was innocent.
You were sure it was.
At first, the two of you were just sitting by the sofa and watching some old-timey film he loved. Then the centralized air conditioning unit had made you shiver, which led to him pulling you close,rubbing his hand up and down your arm..
‘Bodyheat’ he claimed. Next thing led to another and you looked up to laugh at a silly joke the main character made just as he looked down, your eyes meeting at a silent but mutual understanding and the two of you moved to kiss.
The kiss was innocent enough at first, mild enough to write off as a mistake, but through his coaxing and grabby hands you were suddenly on his lap, rubbing your thinly veiled crotch with his rough jeans, moaning into his mouth.
It was a whirlwind, passionate, romance. One that had your underwear hanging off different pieces of furniture, and ended with your back on the fancy coffee table with only your short skirt on you.
“Da …” you bit your tongue, your brain trying to wrestle it down lest the cursed word came out of your mouth and disintegrated the remaining bits of your dignity with it. Steve however, seemed to have gotten an idea of your troubles and pulled his face away between your thighs, grinning down at you but continuing to slowly rub his rough thumb on your sensitive nub.
“What was that doll?” he growled, eyes raking at your body that was lewdly laid out like a feast on the wide and expansive dining table. He could almost imagine his wife sitting on the same chair on the left, as she always does, innocently eating her popcorn.
The taboo thought made him even harder.
“Come on, baby. I know you wanna say something.”
Despite your incessant need to moan, his skilled finger knew just when to stop to prevent you from getting that release you desperately need.
This time, you couldn’t help the yelp to come out of your mouth when he suddenly grabbed the meat of your thigh to drag your ass closer to the edge, folding your body in half until your core was right in front of his face.
Your cunt apparently more interesting than his favorite movie on the big screen.
“Say it, baby. You know you want to,” he coaxed, using his free hand to pull on your bottom lip till a drool dripped down on the side of your face. “Say it!”
“Daddy!” you screamed, nearly choking on your own saliva when he suddenly pinched your clit to forcibly rip the words and your orgasm out of you.
“What a naughty doll I have.”
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You didn’t come out of your room for a whole day.
Too embarrassed to look at yourself much less anybody else. The guilt was crushing your heart but every time you slip into a nap, the pleasure he had given you comes again and again in your dreams slipping even through your mindless daydreams.
So you had tried to distract yourself by making notes and arranging Peggy’s schedule despite wanting to burst out crying every time you saw her name.
You could barely remember how you got out of that house. Thankfully, you still had enough conscience not to actually fuck the man in his own home, but you were in deep enough that you still had a lot of fun throughout the night. Even rutting on his bare cock in the parking lot of your apartment, gasping and groaning, letting it rub on your hole just barely pushing into your wet and sopping --
*Bzzt*
The ringer on your door broke through your reverie, making you jump enough to nearly make you crash into the floor.
“W-Who is it?!”
There was a lack of answer but in your panic and the guilt that was still running in your veins you accidentally opened the door to the one person you did not want to see.
“There’s my doll.”
With the same box you were sure you had returned back to the sender 12 hours ago.
“M-Mr. Rogers!”
You quickly looked out of the hallway, grateful that there was no one out, lest they saw the freaking Senator at your doorstep. “C-Come in.”
He marched into your small living room like he owned the place, looking around, like he was judging every dust and cobweb his eyes saw making you feel smaller.
“Quite homey,” he chuckled, dropping the box on your coffee table with a bang, making you jump.
He slumped on your couch. You never saw your couch as tiny until his imposing body made it look like a loveseat. Nearly occupying every inch.
“Have a seat, doll,” he patted his thighs, cocking his head to let you know there would be no space for protests. “We need to talk.”
“M-Mr. Rogers,” he flinched, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching as he blew a hot breath through his nose. Too afraid of making him impatient, you hesitantly walked towards him, flinching when his hands guided you through the back of your knees till you were straddling him.
“I liked you better in a skirt.”
“I-I’m sorry,” you gasped, not knowing why you were apologizing but feeling like you had to. The guilt drives you to ignore his hands groping the globes of your ass and despositing you right on top of his core. “I …”
“Why did you return my gift, doll, hmm? I thought you wanted one for yourself so I got you three.”
The gift in question was the same brand of shoes he had caught you wearing in his wife’s makeup room in three different colors with a note that said, ‘pretty things for a pretty girl.’. But it seemed more like a materialization of your sin and guilt, making you return it back to him the same hour you had received it.
“I … Mr. Rogers --”
“Ah, ah,” he tsked, the heat of his palms ran up and down your legs making you unconsciously pant, his lips nipping on your throat as you swallowed harshly when his hands squeezed the globes of your ass. “That’s not my name with you, isn’t it doll?”
“B-But, we really shouldn’t aah--!”
His right palm slapped on your thigh making you scream at the sting. “Come on, use that pretty head. You’re a smart girl.”
“I …” his glare cut off your hesitance, making you look down, defeated. “Daddy.”
“Good girl, my good girl,” he hummed, pleased enough to give you a wet bite on the crease of your neck. “Now make sure all your windows are locked and all plugs are pulled out. You’re staying in my place for a few days cause daddy wants a show. After all, you'd been so ungrateful weren’t you?”
“W-What …” you gawked at him, surprised at his proclamation. “But my -- I …”
“And don’t bother packing, you won’t be needing uch clothes where we’re going.”
He used one hand to pinch your chin and pull your lips into his, slipping his tongue and sucking on your tongue. “Understand?”
All you could do was whimper, playing with the button of his shirt just to ease your guilt, “yes daddy.”
With gentler taps on your thighs he gently coaxes you to stand up, eyeing the three layered box that carried your gift for letting a married man eat your cunt.
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“Give me a twirl, doll,” it was vulgar how he wasn’t even trying to hide it, fixing himself in front of you while you stood naked with only the same white skirt and no underwear, the barbie pink pumps on your legs exposing your overheated core at every movement. He was quite comfortable in the ottoman at the end of his marital bed, one whiskey on hand as his eyes raked all over your exposed body. “And put your hands down.”
You swallowed audibly, looking up at him hesitantly. He gave you the same charming smile that convinced you to wear this obscene outfit in the first place. With a sharp exhale you slowly made a turn, goosebump littering your skin at the strong gust of wind around your body, breathing harder as your nipples tightened, and the cold air made your wetness more apparent.
“Come here, baby,” he leered, eyes never leaving you but never staying in one place either. “God, you look perfect.”
“No,” you froze at your first step, eyes quickly jumping to his face, thinking you made a mistake.“Crawl.”
You don’t know why you were letting him do this to you -- betraying the person who had been nothing but good to you and treat you like a little thing he can play with. However your burning and pounding pussy that was nearly dripping for his cock won over your conscience, too turned on to even think things through as you went down on your hands and knees, salaciously crawling towards the imposing man, looking colossal from your view on the ground.
“An ass like that would make any man want to marry you, baby,” he grinned, cupping your face when you were at an arm’s length, and pulling you for a kiss, sneakily guiding your hand to his belt, a silent command for you to unbuckle it.
“I … I don’t think i’ll be a good w-wife to you, sir,” you gulped, unable to step yourself from licking his saliva in your lips. God, the whiskey tasted divine in your lips.
“You’d be a perfect mistress though.”
You blinked, panting at his proposition.
“You like that, baby?” he whispered, licking your lips to make you open it. “I’d take care of you. Give you all the shoes and dresses your eyes would ever lay on. I’d get you out of that shitty apartment too.”
Whatever protests your moral compass was about to say was cut short when he plucked your nipples, your hips rutting the air on instinct, like a panting bitch on his masters leg.
“Wha’d you say?” his dark blownout eyes showed he was as desperate for you as you were for him. Any consequence of being the most well-known senators whore flew out of your head when he slipped his tongue in yours, like the same serpent that had doomed Eve to exile. “You’re gonna be my doll?”
Doll. His plaything. His dirty little secret who he will keep to his grave.
You shouldn’t, any sane brain cell you had were screaming for you to leave. To write everything off as a mistake and never show yourself to the couple ever again.
However, his foul words, lecharious eyes, and tempting touches won you over. Sealing your fate with the devil as you nodded.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
You whined, kneeling up on your knees to initiate a kiss by nipping on his lips till he opened it up for you, making you moan like a wanton whore. “Yes daddy.”
“Hmm,” he moaned in your wet mouth, letting you nip and suck on his mouth and tongue until all you could taste was the spice from the whiskey he had been sipping on. “Then you better start being a good doll for me.”
He pulled away, looking down at you. You too it as you cue and pulled out his magnificent cock out of his pants.
“Make it worth my while.”
Just like that, you had spent the next week and a half proving your worth to the devil. Opening your legs for him as he used you like a doll, making sure your cunt was molded to the shape of his cock by the time he was done with you.
You had defiled every inch of his home, even the same marital bed he whispered his devotions to. Making sure you were filled to the brim at all hours of the day, even going as far as forbidding you from wearing any clothing for easy access. 
“Be a good girl and remind me next week to buy you plugs. Can’t have this pussy wasting my cum.”
You would’ve felt like a cheap whore if he didn’t shower you with gifts on the daily.
By the time Peggy Rogers arrived back home, your cunt was well-used by her husband and you were moving in on your new penthouse in a building on the other side of the city.
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“God, I can’t believe she quit on me,” Peggy whined, massaging her head as she looked up at her husband who was busy typing away his new speech on his laptop. “I really liked her, y’know.”
“Honey, I know you did,” he grunted, loosening his tie, like he was hot in his freezing office. “But she was still too young.”
Peggy groaned, she really thought she had found a diamond in the rough. However, three days ago her two weeks notice came along with potential secretaries to replace her was placed on her desk completely ruining her plans.
But she should’’ve seen it coming.
Young things like her never really stick to one place for a long time.
“I …” Steve was clearly busy and getting slowly frustrated with her so she just relented. “I’m sorry for whining to you, honey. I’m just … really frustrated.”
Steve smiled at her, “How about I take you out in that restaurant you like to cheer you up huh?”
Peggy beamed, it had been a long time since they had a date together. Steve had been slumped with work as the election neared, even going as far as staying at a nearby hotel instead of going home to save some time. A dinner sounded so nice. “Yes please. I’ll get out of your hair then,” she leaned over the table, pressing a kiss to her husbands lips as a goodbye. “See you later, senator.”
Steve watched as his wife left, closing the door behind her and disappearing into the corner before he let himself relax and lean on the back of his chair, grinning maliciously at the young thing warming his cock, spit and tears dripping down her face.
“You hear that, doll?” he mocked, wrapping his hand on her ponytail to use her mouth like a warm cocksleeve. He would feel bad if she wasn’t so religiously sucking and moaning like a Grade A whore. “Would’ve broken her heart to know her precious assistant was now assisting her husband, hmm?”
You moaned on his cock, large droplets of tears dropping in your pretty eyes making him harder.
“What was that, baby?” The act of having a girl suck him off while his wife was right in front of him should’ve made him feel guilty but her mouth was too damn irresistable to stop using.
He pulled her off his cock, smirking at her whine, like a child having her favorite toy stolen. “I … I wanna cum, daddy.”
God, she really is his perfect doll.
“Hmm,” he pretended to look at his Rolex watch despite knowing he didn’t have any meeting today, ignoring your soft cries of desperation as you kissed and licked on his mast and rubbed your face on his pants. “Hop on then, you have three minutes.”
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He looked golden on the screen, the same flawless being with the same perfect woman on his side. But from your position you were able to see the cracks in their smile, and the boredom and irritation in their eyes that hid the strain in their relationship.
After all, the cock of the man who was lovingly kissing his wife’s cheek on the large TV screen of your penthouse was harshly pistoning inside you while you were bent down on the kitchen island.
“You like that, huh? Like watching her ignorant face?”
You moaned at his words, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt that ran from your core to every limb of your body. It was electrifying, the heat on your body makes you want to explode into pieces.
Your eyes widened in horror when the camera zoomed out and you saw she was wearing the black colored version of the heels you were also currently wearing while he fucked you like an animal. The pink pumps the first gift of his husband to you after the first night the two of you spent together desecrating his marriage.
“I got an idea. Why don't you apologize to her, doll,” he grunted, pulling on your hair to make you look straight into her face. “Apologize for having such a tight and delicious cunt. For stealing her husband away from her.”
“I -- daddy, please! I’m cumming!” you cried, mouth hanging open, his ministrations on your cunt not stopping.
“Not yet, apologize to her!”
“I’m sorry!” you moaned , eyes rolling at the back of your head and sobbing from overstimulation. You could almost taste your orgasm, receiving such a sick pleasure on his nasty words. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Rogers! I’m sorry for stealing your husband! F-For having a tight cunt!”
He grunted in approval, doubling his efforts in torturing your poor cunt until it was raw and molded to the shape of his meaty girth.
“I’m sorry for letting him fuck me behind your back!” The words were like vomit coming out of your mouth, unstoppable babbles that listed your dreadful sins and making them even more real.
Your mind playing flashbacks of all the sordid acts you had done with the married man. Letting him fuck you in their shared home every-time she left town, sucking on his cock on their anniversary party, even letting him play with your soaking cunt while the three of you had one last dinner together before you terminated your contract with Peggy.
“I’m sorry … I’m sorry for …”
“That’s enough, baby. Such a good baby,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck and nipping on your earlobe just as he buried himself to the hilt triggering you into an explosive orgasm while he painted your warm orifice with his spunk. “My good doll.”
You could barely feel anything else, nothing but the emptiness as he pulled out, and the sick dripping of his cum from your raw hole. You flinched, silently sobbing on the table as he gathered the drop of cum on your legs and rubbed it into your sensitive flesh, whistling like he was simply painting a new wall in his house.
Sex with Steve was always mindblowing, leaving you shaking and drooling, barely existing to the rest of the world. And it was no different now, in your ears you could hear the faint sound of Peggy’s speech, declaring her love and pride to her perfect husband, whose cum rested in your womb.
“Come here, baby,” he pulled you up, carrying you like a bride in your shared bedroom masterfully avoiding the large collection of designer dresses, clothes, along with your new black credit card by the door. “Let’s get you in a bath, hmm? That sound good?”
You nodded, rubbing your face on his chest, your free hand clutching on to his shirt for dear life, and the dim lights making the diamond on your ring finger glitter like the stars seen on your floor to ceiling bedroom window.
It was the symbol of his devotion -- his promise to you.
Just until the election, he was planning to run for president, and he can’t lose that because he was fucking his wife’s ex-assistant who was barely half his age.
“Doll?”
You looked up at him. Here, in your eyes, he was not golden.
Here he was a bad man, who drinks too much and smokes too much. A man full of darkness and shadows that sneaks and marks your soul as tar-black as his. Whose kisses were harsh and bites were cruel, a man who would fuck you within an inch of your life then go home to his wife with the same fake charming smile that was almost always painted on his face for the outside world.
Lying to her face knowing she would warily accept it, too scared of the truth.
“Doll?”
But it’s okay.
Because here, in your dark safe haven, he was yours.
And you will take any piece of him that he was willing to give.
“You with me?”
Always.
You’ll always be here, in the shadows, a sinful existence to his perfect life. Waiting, pleading, counting the scraps of attention he manages to throw your way.
“Yes, daddy.”
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W-WEW, SOMEBODY TALK TO ME!!!!!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
- tia
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Open Door Policy - One Shot
a/n: so, I love a good professor!harry fic, but I don’t always love when he gets involved with a student, so y/n is his TA. He’s 26, and she’s 23, so not too weird, right? Anyways, this took me a few days to write, and I didn’t mean for it to be this long, but here we are. This is a slow burn fam, like...buckle up. Reblogs are always very kind and helpful! Not proofread. 
Warnings: angst, fluff, and smut! 
Words: 21.5K 
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It was Y/N’s second year in grad school. She knew how to handle her workload on top of still making time for fun. She was still able to go out to the bar, and party with her friends. However, she was serious about her research. She had a “big girl” apartment that she shared with two friends, each having their own room. Grad school was expensive, and even though she had a decent job working at the local café, it wasn’t enough to cover her bills. Luckily, she got a grant to be TA this semester, which was perfect because she was interested in teaching at a collegiate level at some point. Her excitement dwindled slightly when she got the email about what professor she’d be paired up with.
“Who is it?” Nessa asks, plopping down on the couch with her.
“Dr. Styles.” Y/N groans.
“Tell me, why is that a problem?” Charlotte asks, coming over with a bowl of popcorn so they could start their movie night. “He’s so fucking hot.”
“Exactly! How am I supposed to concentrate?! I had him my senior year for an elective and it was awful. I was flustered all the time. He’s such a nice guy too, I missed a class where we had a test and he let me make it up, no questions asked.”
“Great, so he’s a good professor to learn from.” Nessa says. “Oh, maybe you’ll get a closer look at some of his tattoos.”
“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Y/N, he’s only a few years older than us, you know?” Charlotte shrugs. “Maybe you’ll fall in love.” She teases her.
“Mhm, yeah, because I’m sure a guy who has his PhD in Computer Science is just dying to go out with a girl who’s only a TA so she can afford her last year of school.”
“What class are you even helping him with? You’re not specializing in CS.” Nessa says.
“Apparently it’s for the section of Web Expressions he teaches, that was the class I took with him. It was really easy, you just learn the basics of HTML and then build your own website.”
“Did you just say that was easy?” Nessa scoffs.
“My older sister ended up helping me a lot because she had a myspace back in the day, I guess you needed HTML for that.” Y/N shrugs. “It’ll be a good experience for me.”
“Okay, but you’re just specializing in Curriculum and Instruction, so-“
“Yeah, that involves Instructional Design, so I know about this stuff. I’m just not looking forward to doing it with him.” She sighs.
“Could be worse.” Charlotte smirks. “You could have gotten with some old fart who would let you flounder.”
“Very true.” She closes her laptop and sets it on the coffee table. “Alright, let’s get this HSM party started.”
//
A week later Y/N received an email from Dr. Styles to meet with her so they could discuss the class and make sure they were on the same page about the syllabus. She was a nervous wreck. Y/N used to avoid his office like the plague, too afraid to be alone with him. It’s not that Dr. Styles was a creep or ever put off any inappropriate vibes, he just had this sort of intimidating stare to him. Even when he’d laugh, seeing him soften was intimidating. The sound of his deep, raspy voice was almost a little too soothing, and she was obsessed with his sense of style. His nails were always painted different colors, and he had the cutest pair of round glasses that would sit on the tip of his nose.
Even though it was August, and still very hot out, Y/N wanted to make a good, professional impression. So, she decides on a pair of white slacks that have a tie in the front, a white tank top tucked in, and a navy blue three-quarter sleeve blazer. It was too humid to leave her hair down, so she puts it up in a cute, messy bun. She puts on a little makeup, grabs her laptop bag, and out the door she goes. She puts her sunglasses on immediately, almost getting blinded by the blazing sun.
She had never been in an academic building at this point in the summer. There were a few faculty puttering around, getting their offices situated for the semester. She smiles at a few of them as she takes her sunglasses off. She heads up to the third story where Dr. Styles’ office was. There was no a/c in this building, but luckily the room they’d be teaching in would have it due to all the computers.
His door was open, and she nearly walked right by him. She back peddles and already feels weak kneed. He had his glasses on, pushed closer to his face than usual, a small fan on his desk blowing the hair that wasn’t in the little sprout on the top of his head back, and he was wearing a white t-shirt.
“Um, Dr. Styles?” She nervously taps on the outside of the doorframe. He looks up from his computer and smiles.
“Miss Y/L/N?”
“Yes.” She smiles back at him.
“Come on in, have a seat.”
It was the accent, that fucking British accent that she remembered was the most distracting part about him. He had this drawl to his voice that was irresistible.
“Do you want me to, um…” She points to the door.
“No, no, too bloody hot to have that thing closed. The little window I get barely opens so I only have this fan to really keep me cool.” He frowns slightly at her appearance. “Why’d you get so dressed up? You must be sweltering.”  
“I’m okay!” She blushes, and takes the seat in front of his desk. “I just…you know, wanted to look nice.” His eyebrows raise slightly. “I mean, like, not nice, but professional.”
“Well, don’t feel like you need to be dressed up like this all the time. I want you to be comfortable. You don’t see me all dressed up.” He smirks.
“You’re a tenure-track faculty, you can do whatever you want.”
“Not true.” He leans forward and rests his chin on his palm. “I can’t call a student an absolute moron when they ask me a stupid question.”
“I thought there were no stupid questions.” She smiles.
“God, there’s tons.” He scoffs and sits up straighter. “But we have to encourage students to speak up when they’re confused, so.” He shrugs. “Anyways, let’s look at the course, yeah?”
“Okay.” She takes her laptop out and sets it on his desk, scooting closer.
“I added you to the moodle page, so you should have full access to everything. You’ll be grading a bit, so I wanted to make sure you knew how to get in there.”
Once Y/N logs in, and clicks into the course, she smirks.
“What?”
“Looks at the exact same.”
“What do you mean?”
“I actually, uh, took this class with you a couple of years ago.” She furrows her brows at the page. “You know, you should really update this, it’s lazy to use the same design year after year.” She sort of says it without thinking and then feels embarrassed when she looks back up to meet his intimidating gaze.
“Interesting, usually I’m good with names…yours doesn’t ring a bell at all.” He looks at his own computer and crosses his arms. “And it’s not that I’m lazy, I don’t have a lot of control over the physical design. The assignments are much different, those I keep fresh.” He turns to look at her again. “I also teach eighteen credits worth of courses, I don’t exactly have time to sit and revamp all of them.”
“Well, maybe I could do that. I’ve taken a lot of Instructional Design courses.” She says brightly. “Studies show that students do better when their course pages are more inviting.”
“Alright, since you’re the expert, I’ll let you take the lead on that. Can we get back to the material itself? I have to make sure you know what you’re doing.” He squints at her. “You really took this class?”
“Yes.”
“And I was your professor?”
“Yes, Dr. Styles.”
He plucks his fingers over his lips.
“I feel bad for not remembering you.”
“It’s okay, I sort of kept to myself. You late me retake a test that I missed once, though.”
“Oh!” He snaps his fingers. “You missed class because you had a bad stomach bug.”
“Yeah.” She blushes.
“Poor thing, those are the worst when you don’t have mum around to help take care of you.”
“It’s alright, I recovered.”
“Clearly.” He smiles.
They spend the next hour or so going over the course and the materials. He tells her what he’ll need from her specifically. He’ll do most of the teaching, and she’ll bebop around helping students with questions. Oh, and grading, she’ll be helping with a lot of grading. He notices her wipe some sweat from her brow, and he frowns.
“Do you want a water? I have some in the fridge.”
“That would be great, thank you.”
He wheels over to his mini fridge and tosses her a water bottle. As she takes a sip, she notices him still looking at her.
“You can take that off, you know?”
“What?”
“Your blazer.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m, uh, only wearing a tank top underneath and I wouldn’t feel comfortable being so…exposed.”
“Oh!” He blushes. “I’m sorry, I hope my comment didn’t-“
“It’s fine.”
“I just hope you know I wasn’t trying to-“
“I didn’t.” She clears her throat. “So, I have full reigns to redesign some things?”
“Sure.” He shrugs. “Just as long as I can still navigate it.”
“Isn’t your PhD in Computer Science? You should be fine.” She closes her laptop and sticks it in her bag.
“Right…” He pulls his calendar up on his computer. “What’s your class schedule like?”
“With this one, I only have one other class that’s in person, the rest are online.”
“Perfect, then it should be easy to build in some office hours for you. We’ll have to share mine, I hope that’s alright. Not every TA gets their own office, but there’s plenty of room in here for two. This office actually used to have to people in it, I’m having a small desk brought in for you.”
“Oh, um, thanks. I also work a lot at the café down town, but it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“You work at Bento’s?”
“Yeah.”
“I go there all the time, how have I not seen you?”
“I work in the back as a baker.”
“Oh cool, I actually worked in a bakery when I was younger.”
“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “You used to mention it all the time in class.”
“I did?”
“Yes.” She chuckles. “You made it sound like so much fun it’s actually what made me apply to Bento’s in the first place.”
“Ah, well, glad I could help.”
They decide on the office hours that will work best, and then he dismisses her. Just as she’s about to leave, he says her name.
“Yeah?”
“When it’s just us feel free to call me Harry. You and I don’t need to be so formal, alright?”
“Okay.” She smiles. “See you next week.”
The second she gets outside the building, she rips her blazer off. She gets back to her apartment as quickly as possible, changes into a bathing suit, and gets in the pool outside. Charlotte and Nessa were already out there, sitting on chairs in the shade. Y/N gets out and towels off, sitting down with them.
“Needed to cool off after your time with Dr. Styles, huh?” Charlotte winks at her.
“Shut up.” Y/N nudges her friend. “It was so fucking hot in his office. I know it’ll cool down eventually, and I was also way overdressed. He only had a t-shirt and jeans on.”
“Did he remember you?” Nessa asks.
“Not at first, but of course he remembered the reason I missed class was because I had a stomach bug, how embarrassing.”
“Why is that embarrassing?” Charlotte asks.
“I don’t want him to think about me being all…icky.”
“Do you seriously still have a crush on him?” Nessa asks.
“It’s not a crush, he’s just insanely attractive. He looked so cute being all casual today.” She whines. “It doesn’t matter, he’s twenty-six and probably has a girlfriend or something, how could he not?”
“I don’t know, I wouldn’t wanna date a guy smarter than me. He probably man-splains all the time.” Charlotte says. “I bet he’s good for a quick fuck, and that’s about it.”
“I guess Y/N will find out.” Nessa giggles.
“You two are the worst.” She groans.
//
“Hey, Y/N!”
Y/N was in the back at Bento’s getting some bread proofed and ready for the morning crew. One of her coworkers was calling for her.
“Yeah?”
“There’s some guy out front asking for you?”
“What?” She wipes her hands on her apron and walks out front. She freezes when she sees Harry. She had a hairnet on, her face was laced with sweat, and she smelled like bread, which you would think would smell good, but it doesn’t. It had been a couple of days since their meeting.
“Sorry, had to see it for myself.” He smirks.
“See what, Dr. Styles?” She walks around the counter to speak with him.
“Harry.” He corrects her. “See you in action, of course.” He takes a sip from his drink. “I see you’ve already made some changes to the course.”
“Yeah, uh, it was pretty easy.”
“Well, it looks fantastic. I was going to email you, but I was stopping in here and I thought I’d see if you were working so I could just tell you in person.”
“Oh.” She blushes. “Thank you, that means a lot.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Don’t wanna get you in trouble.” He waves as he leaves, and she stands there stunned.
“Who the fuck was that?” Her coworker asks.
“Um, I’m his TA this semester. He wanted to tell me I did a good job on something.”
“Oh, shit.”
“What?”
“He’s gonna fuck you.”
“Stop!” She swats her hand at them. “Go take drink orders, I’m going back to the proofer.”
Harry was just being nice, and maybe he was looking for a good laugh. She shakes the thought from her head, he didn’t want to fuck her. He was way more professional than that.
//
On her first day as a TA, she decided on a pair of jean capris, and a light blouse. She left her hair down since it wasn’t humid. She felt more like herself, which was good. She goes to her now shared office with Harry first, just to drop her things off.
“Good morning.” She says shyly as she comes in. The small desk he had brought in for her was there, and there was a small plant waiting for her on it.
“Morning, Y/N, are you excited?”
“More so nervous, but yeah. What’s this?” She points to the plant.
“Got you a little something for your desk. It’s really easy to take care of, should only need water once a week.”
“Oh, thank you.” She tucks some hair behind her ear and sits down.
“Since it’s syllabus week, today will be really easy. We’ll go over a few things and then I’ll probably let them go early.”
“Alright.”
“I’ll give you a couple of minutes to introduce yourself too.”
“Okay.”
“Do you have a water bottle with you or anything?”
“Yeah, right here.” She takes it out of her bag.
“Great, a little trick I learned when I first started teaching is that sometimes you can end up answering a question you ask the students because you’re so nervous when no one answers right away. So, if you take a moment to take a sip of your water it gives them more time to speak up.”
“Thanks, that’s a really good tip.”
“You’ll do great.” He looks down at his watch. “Come on, we should head to the classroom, make sure all the computers are working.”
Y/N nods and follows him out. Her eyes drift down to how his butt looks in his khakis. He had a simple green t-shirt tucked into them. He was effortlessly handsome. The cool of the a/c in the computer lab helps snap her out of ogling. After they check the rows of computers, only one wasn’t working, so Y/N takes a DO NOT USE sign onto it.
“Brilliant.” He says to her.
Students start trickling in, and choosing their seats. The class was mostly boys, and only a couple of girls. Unfortunately, that was typical for courses like this, even if it was just a gen ed that literally anyone could take.
“Morning everyone, I’m Dr. Styles, and I’d prefer you call me that. I worked a long time to be called that, so please don’t call me by my first name. You can call me professor, though, if you feel comfortable.” He smiles at the class. “We’re very lucky this semester, I have a TA that will be able to help you with assignments.” He gestures to Y/N.”
“Hi, yeah, my name’s Y/N, you can feel free to just call me that. Um, I’m in my second year of grad school. I’m studying curriculum and instructional design. I’m excited to be with you all this semester.”
Y/N takes a seat to the side of the room while Harry pulls up the course and the syllabus on the projector.
“Now, who here is a CS major?” Most of the class raises their hand. “Right, try branching out for your gen eds, your eyes will bleed if you don’t.” He jokes. “What about those of you who aren’t CS, just shout it out.”
“Communication.”
“Undecided.”
“IT.”
“Psychology.”
“Wonderful, glad we’ll have a little bit of variety. Y/N redesigned this class, so I’m hoping you’ll appreciate what she’s done to make things easier for you.”
Y/N takes attendance, and then sits back down so Harry can go over the syllabus and explain some of the more intricate assignments. He also explains his door is always open for anyone that needs extra help. He wanted to make a good impression since he knew some of the students would end up in some of his higher level courses.
“Please take some time to go over some of the basic codes and short cuts we’ll be using quite a bit. For our next class we’re going to work on a site together, alright?” There’s a hum of agreement throughout the class. “Great, and just so you know, Y/N will be doing the majority of the grading, so it’s not my good side you’ll want to be on, it’s hers.” He grins. “Alright, you’re all dismissed, enjoy the nice weather.”
Everyone files out, and Y/N takes a deep breath. She walks with Harry down to his office and she plops down in her seat.
“Seems like it’ll be a good group.” He opens one of his drawers. “Here, forgot to give you a key. You can come here whenever you want, feel free to do your homework if there’s nothing to be graded.”
“Thanks.” She takes it from him and puts it on her key ring. “It’ll be nice to have a quiet space, actually. One of my roommates is getting her master’s in theater education, and my other roommate is getting her master’s in music education, so it gets kind loud from time to time.”
“Then definitely come here anytime you like.” He smiles and sits in his chair.
“When does your next class start?”
“I’ve got about an hour or so before I need to go back to the computer lab for my computing fundamentals class. I teach two sections of that back to back. Then that’s it for today.”
“Does it get annoying to teach the same class back to back?”
“Not really.” He shrugs. “I’m used to it by now anyways.”
“Dr. Styles?” A female student taps on the outside of the door. “How was your su…oh, you’re in here with someone.” She frowns.
“I sure am, Melanie.” Harry seems to look a little nervous. “I’ll be rather busy today, but we can catch up soon, alright?”
“Oh, okay.” She glares at Y/N before leaving. Harry sighs heavily once she’s gone.
“That’s one of my frequent flyers.” He rolls his eyes. “Her and a couple other girls try to come by and chat…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m actually kind of glad you’ll be around, I’ve seen her fly out of here so fast.”
“Does she…have a crush on you or something?”
“I’m afraid so.” Harry sighs. “It’s partly why I keep my door open when I meet with students. I used to keep it closed to have some privacy, cause sometimes there’s personal things students want to talk about, but she came in last year…I don’t know, I just keep my door open now.”
“That sucks.” She turns to her laptop to start getting some work done. “Such is the life of the hot, young professor, unfortunately.” Once again, Y/N said something without really thinking about it. She really needs to work on a filter. When she turns around to look at him to apologize, he was looking at her, face flushed. “I’m sorry, I just meant-“
“I have some emails to catch up on, so I’m gonna put by earbuds in and just focus on that.”
Y/N nods and turns back to her computer. She sighs heavily. The last thing she wanted to do was make the poor guy feel more tense than he already did. It must be painfully awkward to have students throwing themselves at you all the time, and what’s worse is that he feels so uncomfortable that he feels like he can’t even close his door. Y/N wanted to know what exactly Melanie did. It couldn’t have been so bad because she was still coming by to see him. Maybe Harry just picked up on a vibe, and got ahead of the problem before it got worse.
Forty or so minutes later, Harry tells Y/N he’s off to class, but she can feel free to stay if she wanted. She smiles and continues working on a paper she already had assigned for one of her courses. It was really nice to just have a space to work.
“Dr…oh…is this not Dr. Styles’ office anymore.” The girl standing in the doorway frowns.
“Oh! No, it is. He’s teaching right now. I’m his TA, Y/N, so we’re sharing. Can I help you with anything?”
“No, um, I was just coming to say hi, but I’ll catch him later.”
“What’s your name? I can tell him you stopped by, then he can email you or something.”
“It’s Bridget, and he doesn’t need to email me. I was just coming to say hi and chat about summer.” She sighs. “Sorry to bother you.”
Before Y/N can say it wasn’t a bother, the girl is gone. Harry really seemed to have a fan club so far. Y/N had professors she loved, but it was the first day of classes, she never went around trying to catch up with them. She decides to close the door a bit, maybe if people came by they would just assume he wasn’t there.
Y/N’s eyes start to feel droopy. It hits her that she’s been up since four this morning, having pulled an early shift at Bento’s. She decides to cross her arms on her desk, and rest her head on them. Her music was playing softly in the background, and her eyes eventually flutter closed.
Harry comes back from his second section of Computer Fundamentals and is confused when he sees his door only open a crack. He opens it the rest of the way and stops short when he sees Y/N resting peacefully. He wonders how long she’s been asleep for. He didn’t want her to be too groggy. He also knew some students from his previous classes may stop by for some clarification, so as he much he didn’t want to, he had to wake her up.
“Y/N?” He says softly, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Mm?” She grunts.
“Gotta wake up, love.”
Her eyes snap open. She sits up and watches him as he sits at his desk, pulling some papers out of his bag. She knew it was a pet name often used where he was from, but holy mother of God did it sound good hearing him call her that.
“Sorry, I…oh wow, I slept for way too long.”
“You didn’t seem so tired this morning, are you feeling alright?”
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I worked an early shift at the bakery this morning, so it must just be catching up with me.” She stretches her arms out. “I think I’m gonna head out now. Oh, some student named Bridget came by earlier, but you were in class.”
“Alright.” He sighs. “Thanks, see you Wednesday.”
“See you Wednesday.” She smiles, gathers her things, and heads out.
//
At the end of the first week of classes, Harry was exhausted. It was always like this by the time that first Friday hit. The faculty meeting was the most draining part of it. He didn’t subject Y/N to it since she wasn’t helping with a major course. He had whined about it in front of her, though, so when he got back to his office he found a cupcake from Bento’s waiting for him.
It took a couple of weeks, but Y/N was able to relax around Harry. He noticed this right away. She was way less nervous, and he felt happy knowing he wasn’t making her feel intimidated. He was also happy for the help. She was able to field a lot of questions for the students, and her grading things was already saving him a ton of time.
The semester was off to a great start. Y/N would often bring Harry extra pastries from Bento’s, and he would praise her for how good they tasted.
“If those whole Instructional Design thing doesn’t work out, you should just open up your own bakery.” Is what he would often say after stuffing his face. It would make her giggle and blush. She enjoyed pleasing him.
They were having a peaceful Tuesday afternoon, holding office hours. Mostly working on their own, but occasionally chatting. Well, it was peaceful, until someone walked through the door.
“Harry.” An angry woman holding a small shih tzu and a large bag says. “I can’t take care of him Max anymore. I’m moving and my new place can’t have pets.”
“Kelly, let’s go out into the hall, yeah?”
She looks over at Y/N, who was stunned. Harry was standing up and walking around his desk to lead the woman out, but she won’t budge.
“Make whoever this is leave, you have an office for a reason.”
“I don’t have an office for personal matters, come on.” He takes the dog, Max, from her and cuddles him to his chest. Harry gets a lick to his chin. “Aw, you miss Daddy, Maxy?”
The woman rolls her eyes, and lets Harry lead her into the hallway. Y/N hears some muffled discussion, the woman raising her voice more than him.
“You could have looked for a place that allowed pets. This is so typical of you. You fought me on keeping him, and the second it got difficult you wanna just dump him with me.”
“I’m never home, Harry! It’s not fair to him.”
“And you think I’m home more?”
“More than me.” She scoffs. “You don’t have a choice, I leave at the end of the week.”
“You don’t even look like you’re going to miss him.”
“I thought I wanted him, but every time I looked at him I just thought of you, and now I can’t stand him. I’m moving to have a fresh start. Whatever happens to him is up to you now.” She drops the large bag full of Max’s things at his feet and walks away.
Harry sighs and kisses the top of Max’s head. He leans down to grab the bag and walks back into his office.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
“It’s okay.” She extends her hands out. “Can I hold him? He’s so cute.” She pouts.
“Um, sure.” Harry hands Max over to Y/N.
“Oh my goodness.” She gets a lick on her cheek. “How old is he?”
“A little over a year.” Harry mumbles as he goes through the bag. “I have no idea how I’m going to make this work. I can’t bring him with me every day, it’s not allowed. Once in a while is fine, but it’s not like he’s a therapy dog.”
“I can help! My apartment is pet friendly for small dogs. I could just meet you here and you can drop him off to me.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. You have so much going on between this, your own school work, and Bento’s.”
“I really wouldn’t mind, I know you end up staying here late a lot of the time, I could take him for walks and stuff, tire him out so you can just have a snuggle with him when you get home.” She holds him up to her face. Lucky dog, she thinks to herself.
“You’re my TA, Y/N, not my dog sitter.” He sighs. “I’m sure I could find another student that needs some extra cash-“
“Wouldn’t need to pay me.” She smiles. “Please, he’s so cute, I really wanna help. It won’t stress me out, I promise.”
“We’ll see, it would only be on my busy days.” He takes Max back from her, and pulls his dog bed from the bag. “Go on, get comfy.” He sets him down and pats the top of his head. He takes out his water bowl and pours some into it for him.
“Feel free to not answer, but who was she?”
“My ex…” Harry sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He sits down and watches Max lap up at his water bowl. “She insisted on a small dog because they’re easier to take care of.” He rolls his eyes. “But I missed him a lot, so I’m not complaining. We were together a couple of years, lived together for a bit, thought it would be smart to get a dog like a lot of people do when they’re getting more serious. But we started fighting a lot, we both got busier, neither of us wanted to compromise, and so it goes. She took him with her. We both got new places and have barely spoken.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, we weren’t right for each other, and he sort of made us realize that.” Max yips at Harry. “That’s right, buddy.” Harry chuckles. “We called it quits roughly six months ago, it’s all good now. I thought I’d miss her, but I missed him more.”
“I get that, I dated this guy for a bit in undergrad, but I definitely didn’t see it lasting.” She rolls her eyes.
“Guys at that age are really immature, anyways. You’ve got plenty of time to meet someone.” He turns back to his computer and gets back into his emails. He looks over his calendar and groans. “Alright, I’ll definitely need your help with him.” He turns back to her. “I give a lecture on Thursday evenings, so no one would be home with him literally day.”
“No problem at all, I can bring him home with me and I can just drop him off to you.” She smiles. “My roommates love dogs too, they’ll be excited.”
“I’ll need your phone number, just to get updates and stuff, it’ll be easier than email.”
“Sure!” She hands him her phone immediately. “Feels silly to not have exchanged numbers sooner.”
“Was sort of trying to keep a level of professionalism between us, but I suppose you’re gonna be helping me with my pup you’ll be more than just a colleague.” He puts his number in and texts himself. “You’re sure this won’t be too much for you?”
“Not at all.”
“At least let me pay you.”
“No way.”
“Y/N.” He sighs. “I’m gonna pay you, just deal with it, alright?” There was that intimidating side of him again. Y/N just swallows and nods. “Good.”
//
Nessa and Charlotte loved when Y/N would bring Max home with her. They teased her a bit at first because it was like her and Harry now owned this dog together, but she explained she was just helping him out.
“At least now you know for sure he’s single, and that he’s not afraid of commitment.” Nessa winks.
“Oh stop.” Y/N nudges her.
“He has your number now, does he ever text you about anything other than Max?”
“Not really, although he’ll send a funny gif as a response sometimes. He’s got a good sense of humor. You should see him in class.” Y/N’s phone buzzes and sees a text from Harry. “Speak of the Devil.”
Harry: I’m running late tonight, I’m so sorry. Would it be too much to ask to have you just get him settled at my place? There’s a spare key in the plant by the door.
Y/N’s eyes grow wide.
“Oh my god, he wants me to bring Max to his house tonight.”
“It’s happening!” Charlotte squeals. “Have you eaten much pineapple lately?”
“Would you shut up?! He doesn’t want to fuck me. He’s way too professional.”
Y/N: of course!
Harry: you’re a lifesaver. I’ve got some frozen pizza, feel free to make yourself at home until I get in. I won’t have you waiting too long.
“Oh wow, I’m gonna be there until he gets in…” She looks at her friends. “Maybe I’ll go shave my legs, you know, just in case.”
//
Y/N finds the key quickly, and walks into Harry’s home. He didn’t live too far from campus. He had a nice town home. Max scamps inside and immediately goes over to his toys in the living room. Y/N takes her shoes off and leaves them in the mudroom. Harry kept his home clean, and it made Y/N smile. There were some papers on his kitchen table that had grade marks on them. She wondered if he had a home office or not.
She goes into his freezer to find the pizza, and preheats the over. Once the pizza is baking, she plops onto the couch, pulling Max into her lap and turning the TV on. He has Netflix, so she click into that. She pouts when she sees he watches a lot of Rom Coms, it was too cute. She puts on The Office and has a slice of pizza. She didn’t need to work until tomorrow afternoon, so she didn’t mind that it was getting to be a little later on a Thursday, and it wasn’t like she went to raging parties anymore either.
Eventually, she dozed off. She couldn’t help it. Harry had a really comfortable couch, and plush blanket to curl up in, and Max was just as cozy to sleep with. Harry had texted Y/N, but she didn’t answer because she was asleep. The lecture he had ran late, and then he had to meet with some students to help them. Not to mention it was raining heavily, and he needed to drive a little slower than usual. So he didn’t pull into his driveway until 10PM. He sighs, feeling terrible that Y/N was still there.
He quietly enters his home, but it didn’t matter because Max hears him, wakes up, and starts barking. This startles Y/N awake.
“Shh, Max, it’s just Daddy.” He scoops him up and walks into the living room. Y/N was rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up. “I’m so sorry, I-“
“It’s okay.” She yawns. “I wrapped up the pizza and put it in the fridge for you.”
“Oh, um, thank you. Think I’m about to pass out though.”
“Don’t be silly.” She gets up and stretches. “You need to eat something.”
She brushes by him to go into his kitchen and take the pizza out. She puts a paper-towel over it and pops it in the microwave.
“I really am sorry you’re here so late.”
“It’s okay.” She leans against the counter. “What’s the lecture for, anyways?”
“It’s actually a graduate level CS systems course. I couldn’t turn the money down when they offered it to me. I figured since it’s only once a week it would be terrible, and it’s not, it’s just exhausting.”
The microwave beeps, and Y/N take the plate out for him, removing the paper towel.
“See, now it’s not all dried out.” She smiles.
“Neat trick, I’ll have to remember that.” The rain taps violently on the window in the kitchen.
“Yikes, I didn’t even know it was supposed to rain tonight. It wasn’t like this when I drove over.” She bites her bottom lip and looks outside.
Harry finishes his pizza and puts the plate in the sink. He sets Max down and he runs upstairs to his dog bed in Harry’s room.
“Listen, uh, if you want I can set up the pull out for you. Or I could sleep on it and you could take my bed…if you don’t feel safe driving home.”
“Oh, I couldn’t take your bed.” She turns to him. “But I may take your couch. I was sleeping on it fine as is, no need to set it up.”
“Well, let me at least get you a proper pillow and something to change into, yeah?”
“Okay.”
“Right, um, well you know where the bathroom down here is, feel free to use whatever to wash up. I’ll run up to grab what you need, be down in a sec.”
Harry changes into his own pj’s, and finds some spare pants and a t-shirt for Y/N. He’s even able to find a spare toothbrush. He hustles back down and see’s Y/N bending over to charge her phone using the plug behind the tide table next to the couch. Harry clears his throat to get her attention.
“Here, you can wear this, and he’s a toothbrush.”
“Thanks for letting crash here, I get nervous driving at night when it’s like that outside.”
“It’s the least I could do, you gave up your Thursday night to…” He looks at the TV screen and his cheeks grow hot. Y/N looks over at the TV as well and wonders why The Office might embarrass him.
“Is it okay that I used your Netflix?”
“Yeah, I…god, it’s just, you’ve seen what I watch.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“I didn’t snoop or anything, promise.” She smiles and takes the clothes and toothbrush from him.
He opens up the coffee table to take out a pillow and another blanket.
“Well, I’ll be right upstairs if you need anything…um, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Harry.”
She wanted to ask if he wanted to watch a little TV with her, but he looked so tired. She lays on the couch after getting changed. His bed clothes swam on her, and she loved it. They smelled just like him and it made her smile. She texts in the group chat so the girls know what’s up. They tell her just to go crawl into his bed, and she rolls her eyes. She falls back asleep after another couple of episodes of The Office.
The next morning, her eyes flutter open when the light from the sliding door in the living room hit her. She hears Harry shuffling around upstairs.
“Gotta be quiet, Max. Y/N is sleeping.” She hears him whisper and it makes her smile. She decides to pretend to be asleep as to not rile the dog up.
She hears the door open and close, and that’s when she knows Harry’s gone to take Max for a walk. She gets up and folds the blankets, and puts the pillow on top. She figures he’ll want to wash it. She goes into the bathroom to do her business, but doesn’t change just yet, she didn’t want to leave the comfort of his clothes. She does, however, put her bra on. She didn’t want to bounce around and make him uncomfortable.
Harry comes back in with a beanie on, cover the beautiful curls Y/N adored so much. He was wearing grey joggers, and a black t-shirt. Max runs right over to Y/N.
“Morning.” Harry says.
“Morning.” She pats Max’s head.
“Sleep alright?”
“Mhm, thank you.”
“I’m gonna make some breakfast, you hungry?”
“Sure, I could eat.” She smiles.
He smiles back and opens up the fridge. Y/N grabs the dog food and gets Max’s bowl filled. She sees Harry starting up the coffee pot, and then going back to the fridge for eggs.
“Eggs and toast alright?”
“Sounds great.”
Harry gets a pan heated up and cracks four eggs into it.
“You working at Bento’s today?”
“Yeah, not until this afternoon though, no worries.”
“Oh good, I would have felt bad if I was keeping you.”
“You’re not.” She sits up on the counter and watches him cook the eggs. He moves to the toaster and puts for pieces of bread in. “This is a nice place.”
“Thanks, sort of found it in a scramble, but it gets the job done. Would have liked more than one bedroom, but oh well.” Harry flips all of the eggs over so they’ll be sunny side down. “Want cheese?”
“Yes, please.” She hops off the counter to grab a couple of mugs for the coffee.
“I have to apologize, I don’t have any cream for that.”
“Sugar?”
He slides the sugar bowl down to her and she smiles. Once everything is done they sit down at the kitchen table.
“Mm, this is delicious, thank you.”
“S’just a fried egg.” He chuckles. “But I’m glad you like it.”
“Do you have to go to campus today?”
“Not technically, but I will just to get some work done. I’ll bring Max with me. He likes the little dog bed I’ve put under my desk.”
“He’s really such a love bug. Snuggled with me last night and everything. My roommates love him too.”
“You’ve been such a big help in so many ways. Don’t know what I’ll do without you next semester.”
“I’m applying for more TA positions, maybe they’ll stick me with you again.”
“Wouldn’t you want more experience with a different class?”
“It doesn’t really matter.” She shrugs. “It would be cool to work with you over winter break to redesign your other courses.”
“Man, if I didn’t have to do that myself…hm, maybe I could put a good word in. That is, if you don’t mind being stuck with me again.”
“Stuck with you? Hello, this is going way better than I thought. I was sort of nervous to be your TA at first.”
“You were?” He frowns.
“You’re a little intimidating.”
“I don’t mean to be.”
“I know, it’s just the way you come off sometimes. You’re hilarious when you want to be.”
“Thanks.” He smirks and continues to eat. He looks at her and furrows his brows. “Feel free to keep those.”
“What?”
“The clothes I let you borrow, feel free to just keep ‘em if you want. I don’t much wear those pants anymore, and I have a dozen t-shirts.”
“Oh, um, thank you. Might take you up on that, I’m pretty cozy.”
She helps clean up the dishes and then gathers her things. He walks her out to her car.
“Thanks again for watching him.”
“Of course, I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“See you, have a good weekend, love.”
Her heart skips a beat as he turns and walks back inside. She takes a deep breath as she gets into her car. It was cloudy on the drive home, but at least it wasn’t raining. The second she gets through the door Nessa and Charlotte grill her for details, and they were highly disappointed that the only thing they shared was breakfast.
“It was really domestic, though, it was nice.” Y/N explains. “He was so cute while he made me breakfast. He’s so kind. He even let me keep his clothes, and he wants me to be his TA again next semester. He literally said he wouldn’t know what to do without me.”
“Yeah, because you’ve volunteered to do everything for him except suck his dick.” Charlotte scoffs. “You said he’s been broken up for a little over six months right? Do you think he’s gotten his dick wet since then?”
“Charlotte!” Y/N giggles. “He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants. I bet he has, he easily could have had a rebound, although, he seems really respectful, so who knows if he’s even into hooking up.”
“Right, like when you told us he always keeps his office door open.”
“I feel bad, I’m there when some of those girls come to chat with him, and you can tell they just make him uncomfortable.” She shakes her head. “I think he and I are, like, friends now. I like what we have going, I’m not going to rock the boat. It could really complicate things.”
“So, would you say now that you’ve gotten to know him better your crush is less…apparent?” Nessa asks.
“God no! We mesh really well, we think a lot of the same things are funny…” She wines slightly. “It’s truly unfair.” She sighs. “Right person, wrong time.”
//
It was hard to stay awake during your shift at the bakery, but you made it through. You were thankful you only needed to be there until about dinner time. You had to be back in Saturday morning for open, but that didn’t stop you and your friends from going out to the bar for a couple of drinks.
It gave the three of you time to catch up and complain about coursework. Nessa was directing a production at the university, and she still had students who weren’t off-book, and Charlotte had to deal with pretentious music bros who really liked to man-splain the music industry to her. Y/N felt lucky that the majority of her classes were online.
“Okay, I have to ask, are there any students in class you think have crushes on each other?” Nessa asks her, sipping from her straw.
“Oh, for sure. There are these two boys, they don’t sit next to each other, but you can tell they’re friends. One of them always looks behind to the other so they can make a face. It’s too cute.”
They were at a more adult bar tonight. It’s not that they didn’t like the college bars they were so used to going to, but if they went there then that meant getting shitfaced and staying on the dancefloor until close. It also made things awkward when running into students. So the three of them felt safe here, they could really relax.
“Oh my fucking god.” Charlotte says. “Dr. Styles just walked in, and fuck, he’s here with a couple of really hot guys.”
“What?!” Y/N was buzzed, and she didn’t want Harry to see her like this. She wanted his image of her to remain sweet and professional. She peers over her shoulder to look at him, and her eyes widen.
He wasn’t wearing his glasses, he had a floral patterned shirt on that had the first few buttons undone, and a pair of black jeans to match. They weren’t skinny jeans or anything, but they sure as fuck were working for him. Both of his friends were a little shorter, but both equally as handsome. The three walk right by the bar and grab a booth.
“This is bad.” Y/N groans. “He looks so fucking good.”
“Who knew he was so tatted up?!” Nessa says. “I thought it was just his arms, but did you see his collar bones? We love a man who has going attire.”
The bar was starting to get more crowded, and louder as it got later. Music was blaring from the speakers, but all Y/N could think about was Harry. She wondered if he would venture to her area of the bar to order his drinks. One of his friends went up first, on Nessa’s left.
“Hey, Niall, what can I get for you?” The bartender asks him.
“Bradly, so good to see yeh, I’ll take a pint of Guinness, Lou’s gonna have a pale ale, and Harry’ll have a Corona with lime.”
“You got it.”
Niall drums his fingers on the bar. Nessa was sweating. She had a boyfriend, so she would never do anything, but fuck, that Irish accent tore right through her. Niall looks over at the three girls who had all fallen silent after he approached. He makes eye contact with Y/N, and they share a smile.
“Opening a tab tonight?”
“Yeah, one of those nights for sure. Poor Harry’s had a run in with his ex, basically dropped their dog in his lap and left. It’s been a couple of weeks since it happened, but it’s been eatin’ the lad up.”
Bradly nods and takes Niall’s credit card to keep on the back of the bar. He hands him the three beers, and Niall thanks him. The girls try not to watch as he sits down.
“Holy shit, I thought I was going to crap my pants.” Nessa breathes. “I love Andy, don’t get me wrong, but holy fuck.” She shakes her head. “I may need to have him pick me up from here tonight.” She giggles.
“Now I almost wish there was dancing here. Wouldn’t mind showing that guy how well I can pop my ass.” Charlotte laughs.
“He smiled at me, did you see it? Of course Harry surrounds himself with other beautiful people.” She pouts.
Niall slides Harry and Louis their beers and they all clink their glasses.
“I’m so glad we could all get out to do this. Sorry we didn’t rescue you the second Kelly showed up.” Louis says.
“It’s alright, I appreciate you guys coming tonight.”
“Is Max okay for a bit on his own?” Niall asks.
“Yeah, I put the gates up for him so he can’t mess much up. I wouldn’t have texted my TA to see if she could watch him again, but…”
“But you’ll most likely be fucking someone tonight.” Niall grins. “Surprised you didn’t just fuck her, she stayed at your place and everything.”
“Actually, you asshole,” Harry chuckles and takes a swig of his beer. “I was going to say that I would have felt bad taking up another one of her evenings. I don’t know if I’m in the mood to take anyone home tonight.”
“Too bad, girls love little dogs like Max.” Louis shrugs.
“There’s three really hot girls sitting by the bar.” Niall loves over at the three girls. “One for each of us if we play our cards right.”
Harry’s back was turned away from the bar, so he couldn’t see who Niall was talking about.
“They could be college students.” Louis says.
“Not at this place. The undergrads don’t come here.” Harry says. “Mostly grad students or other faculty that live close by, locals too.”
“We could order their next round of drinks, and then invite them to come sit with us. Booth has plenty of room.” Niall suggest.
Harry and Louis turn around slightly to get a look at the girls Niall was talking about. Harry nearly chokes on his Corona, and turns back around.
“Jesus, are you alright?” Louis asks, patting his back.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. We can’t get those girls drinks.”
“Why not?”
“The one on the right is my TA, Y/N, and her two roommates. I know one of them has a boyfriend…uh…the one on the very left. The middle one is single, but even still, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Mate, you’re TA is that good looking, and you didn’t even try to fuck her when she stayed at your place?” Niall asks.
“No, I didn’t try to fuck her. I’m doing this thing where I don’t fuck people I have a position of power over.” He rolls his eyes. “That’s a no go.”
“But if she wasn’t your TA, and just a regular grad student…?” Louis raises an eyebrow at Harry. He runs a hand through his hair as thinks it over.
“I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, she’s obviously cute, but…I could never do something like that.”
“It’s not like she’s going to be your TA next semester, you could-“ Harry cuts Niall off.
“Actually, she might be. I have a meeting with the curriculum committee to discuss what I’ll need help with for next semester, and we both want to work with each other again. Crossing that line would complicate things, not to mention it’s highly unprofessional.”
“It’s not like she’s a student sitting in one of your classes, then I’d agree with you. You’re colleagues, technically. Nothing in the rule book saying you can’t fuck a colleague.” Niall says.
“He’s got a point, Har.” Louis says.
“Even if I agreed with the both of you, I’d still be taking advantage. I think she has a little crush on me, she’s made a couple flirty comments here and there…”
“Not to mention she jumped at the chance to help watch your dog.” Louis says.
“It’s not happening.”
“Well, you may not want to fuck a pretty girl tonight, but I do, and if the middle one is single, perhaps I’ll still order them all drinks, and just talk with her. Or, if you’re saying Y/N’s a no go for you, maybe I’ll chat her up. We smiled at each other, maybe she thinks I’m cute.” Niall grins.
“Don’t you dare.” He glares at him, finishing his beer. “I don’t care if you talk to, fuck what’s her name…Charlotte! I don’t care if you talk to Charlotte, but don’t try anything with Y/N.” He looks at Louis. “You either.”
“Not that I would, but basically you’re saying if you can’t fuck her no one else can?” Louis asks.
“I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with it.”
“Alright.” Niall shrugs. “We ready for the next round, then?” They both nod at him, and Niall brings the empties up to the bar. The girls fall silent when he approaches again. “Hi there, is there a reason you all keep doing that?”
The girls all turn to look at him. They were sweating.
“Doing what?” Charlotte asks nervously.
“Well, and maybe it’s just a coincidence, but you keep getting quiet when I come over.”
“It’s just…um…” Nessa starts. “You’re here with someone our friend knows.” She points to Y/N. “In a professional setting, and we’re just surprised to see him out, that’s all.”
“Oh, am I? Who is it?”
“Dr. Styles.” Y/N speaks up. Niall smiles as his eyes raise.
“Dr. Styles, how formal.” He looks over at Bradly who gives him the new drinks. “Bradly, do me a favor, put these ladies’ next round on my tab, will you?”
“You don’t have to do that.” Y/N says.
“Whether you know my friend or not, I’d be a real jerk to not buy three beautiful girls a drink, wouldn’t I?” He winks at Charlotte as he walks away with his new drinks.
“He winked at me, oh my god.” She squeals. “Y/N, you wouldn’t care if I tried to fuck one of Harry’s friends, right? It’s been a minute for me.” She pouts.
“No, why would I care?” She laughs. Bradly gives the girls their new drinks. “That was really nice of him.” She twists her straw and looks over at the booth. She can see Niall and the other guy laughing, while Harry just shakes his head.
“What the fuck did you say to them?” Harry asks as he takes a sip of beer.
“Would you relax? They simply mentioned that they knew you, and I bought their next round, that was it.”
“Great, so she knows I’m here.” He groans. “Move.” He says to Louis.
“Why?”
“Because now I have to go talk to her.”
“Oh, you do?” Louis smirks.
“Yes, do you know how fucking rude it would be not even say hello?”
“I don’t see her coming over here.” Niall says.
“She’s obviously nervous!” Harry takes a large gulp of his drink. “Move, Lou.”
Louis gets up so Harry can get out of the booth.
“Oh my god, Y/N, Harry’s coming over here.” Nessa says.
“Shut up,  no he’s not, oh my god, he is, holy shit. I’m…inebriated.”
The girls laugh at her as Harry comes to sit on the open stool next to Y/N. He gets comfortable before he looks at her and smiles. She slowly turns herself to look at him.
“Hi.” He says.
“Hi.”
“Did my friend bother you?”
“Not at all…he was very nice.”
Harry nods and sips from his drink.
“I didn’t know you came here…” He says.
“Could say the same to you.” She looks him up and down. “Barely recognized you when you walked in. That’s a nice shirt.”
“Thanks.” He blushes and wants to kick himself for being so exposed to her.
“You haven’t met my friends yet. Charlotte, Nessa, this is Dr…uh, this is Harry.” The girls both say hello.
“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you both. You’re Charlotte right?”
“Yeah.”
“My friend thinks you’re cute.” He nods over to Niall. Maybe Harry wouldn’t have been so bold, but he knew they were only a few years apart in age, so it wasn’t totally weird, and he had a couple drinks in him, so there’s that.
“Really?!”
“Mhm.”
“Should I go talk to him?”
“Definitely, I think he’d really like that.”
“Good enough for me.” She hops off the stool. “Ness, come talk to his other friend with me it’s not awkward.”
“Wing-man to the rescue, I’m on it.”
“You guys!” Y/N calls after them, but they’re already sitting down. She looks back at Harry and squints at him.
“What?”
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Do what?”
“Get them to leave so we could be alone…”
“What?! No!” Harry finishes his drink, and Bradly gets him a new one right away. “Why would I want to be alone with you?” He sees the obvious offense on her face, and shakes his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. We’re alone together all the time, aren’t we? I just meant, in this setting.” He gestures to the bar around him. “I’ve been a bit mopey since Kelly showed up, so my friends just wanted to take me out and show me a good time.” He looks over at Niall who already has his arm around Charlotte. “Although, I think they’re bound to have a better night than me.” He sighs.
“You haven’t let on a mopey exterior, you could have told me.”
“It’s really none of your business how I’m feeling, Y/N.”
“You’re being awfully cold to someone who spent the night at your house just watch your dog.”
“You spent the night because it was raining too heavily.”
“And then you made me breakfast.”
“As an extra thank you.”
“You’re annoying.” She takes a sip of her drink and faces forward. “Now I don’t even have my friends to complain about you because you’ve sent them off to your friends.” She rolls her eyes.
“M’not annoying. I’m a fucking delight, just ask Max.”
“Where is he anyways?”
“Home.” Harry shrugs. “He can last a few hours without me. I almost texted you, but I would have felt bad asking again. I know you worked today, I honestly didn’t expect to see you out.”
“It was a long week for everyone. I’m not staying much longer, I have to be at Bento’s at four in the morning.”
“It’s…” Harry looks down at his watch. “Almost midnight, Cinderella.” He smirks at her and she can’t help but laugh. It was a stupid and cheesy joke, but she liked it. “I didn’t mean to be cold…I just didn’t want you to think I was coming over here to pull a move or something.”
“I’m going to remind you again, you sent my friends away.” She smiles and takes a sip of her drink.
“I did.” He nods. “But I’ll remind you, my friend Niall thinks Charlotte is cute. He thought you were cute too, by the way.”
“He did?!” She looks over at them and then back to Harry. “But you sent her off with him?”
“Yup.” He takes a swig of his beer.
“Why?!”
“Could be a little awkward to have my best friend canoodle with my TA.”
“Right, because it would be so easy to get into my bed.” She scoffs.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You implied it. And I’m not one to kiss and tell, so unless he wanted to dish, you wouldn’t have even heard anything from me about it.”
“Doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have liked it. I don’t know Charlotte so I don’t really care what they do.”
“You don’t get to decide who I can and can’t sleep with just because you’re too chicken to make a move.” Before he can say anything she’s hopping off her stool and heading out of the bar.
She’s just about to order an uber when he grabs her wrist. It was chilly outside, and she could clearly see both of their breaths.
“What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me.” She yanks her wrist free. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home to sleep for three hours so I can get up to bake some fucking bread.” She orders her uber, and Nessa comes rushing out.
“Char’s staying inside with, um, Niall? I saw you leave so I thought I’d come…with…you…” She sees Harry who was practically fuming. “Um, I can wait inside, or-“
“It’s fine, the uber will be here in a minute.” She smiles at her friend and then glares at Harry. “At least one of us is going to have a good time tonight.” She seethes.
“I had fun.” Nessa says, and then realizes what Y/N meant. “Oh.”
“Why are you still here? Go inside and find some random to fuck.”
“Don’t talk to me like that, Y/N.”
“Sorry, I’m off the clock. I can speak to you however the fuck I want.” She steps closer to him. “I don’t know where you get off being so sweet and kind one moment, and then turning into a major prick the second you feel threatened, but I don’t need this.”
The uber pulls up, and without another word Y/N and Nessa get inside, leaving Harry outside in the cold.
//
Y/N woke up at 3:30AM and groaned, cursing at herself for going out. She only had to work until 9AM and then should could sleep the day away if she wanted. She was still so mad at Harry she could scream. He hadn’t even tried to text her to apologize.
She sighs and makes her way to the kitchen once she’s dressed. She stops short when she sees a half-naked Niall standing in her kitchen, filling two glasses of water.
“Um…hi.” She says to him as she grabs her daily vitamins out of the cabinet.
“Hey.” He smiles. He looks her up and down. “Are you going to work?”
“I am.” She pops the gummy vitamins into her mouth.
“Could you do me a favor?” He steps a little closer to her. “Take it easy on Harry, alright?” Y/N scoffs at him. “I know, he was an asshole last night, but he just want to do anything that could put his job in danger, that’s all.”
“How would I do that? I’m not his student, I’m his colleague.”
“He just feels weird about it, and he’s still figuring out his feelings. I think he likes you, to be quite honest. You’ve…perked him up, well not tonight, but anytime he mentions you he smiles.”
“He…talks about me?”
“Oh sure, all the time actually.” He takes a sip of water. “I better go bring this to her. Just…consider taking it easy on him, he knows he fucked up.”
Y/N nods as Niall makes his way back to Charlotte’s room. She drags herself out to her car and heads to Bento’s. Once she’s inside, she puts some music on and fires up the ovens. She loved baking, it helped clear her head for a little while. She would prep the bacon, get fresh muffins and cookies going, and she would even make croissants. By the time the rest of the morning crew shows up, she’s just about halfway done with everything. She trays up everything to be rolled out for the people working out front. By the time 9AM rolled around she was exhausted, but had mostly forgotten how aggravated she was. She snags a coffee and a muffin on her way out, and stops short when she sees Harry sitting outside with Max.
“Oh, thank god.” He says, standing up. Max sniffs at her feet and she bends down to pet the top of his head. “They said you got off at nine, I hope it’s not weird that I’m here.”
“How long have you been waiting out here?”
“Well, I came by at 6:30 when they opened, but you were really busy, so I just came back twenty minutes ago. Can we talk?”
“Not right now. I’m covered in flour and sweat, and I’d like to take a shower and then take a nap. I got two hours of sleep last night. It was my own doing, but still.”
“When then?”
“I’ll text you.” She shrugs. “Niall spent the night, I bumped into him this morning. He said you fucked up?”
“I did.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Do what you need to do, and then, uh, come bay later, yeah? We can have a late lunch or something, and I can explain myself. Would you like that?”
“Depends, what’s on the menu?”
“S’cold out, do you like grilled cheese and tomato soup?”
“Love it.” She smiles. “I’ll let you know when I wake up.”
“Alright, thanks.”
Y/N takes a nice long shower when she gets home, her roommates still peacefully sleeping. She wondered if Niall was still there or if he slipped out a couple hours after her. She didn’t care that much, she was too tired to care. Once her hair is dry, she slips a t-shirt on and crawls into bed.
“Y/N! I’ve let you sleep long enough, please wake up!” Charlotte was absolutely giddy, and dying to fill Y/N in. It was around 2PM, she definitely caught up on sleep.
“Gimme five minutes!” Y/N yells back. She was groggy and didn’t want to be cranky.
Y/N comes out to the couch and lays down. Nessa was out with Andy, but she had heard about everything earlier. Charlotte brings Y/N a cup of tea and smiles at her.
“Thank you.” She takes a careful sip. “Alright, go ahead.”
“Best sex I’ve ever fucking had!” She squeals. “He had me all over the bed, it was wild. I’m surprised we didn’t wake you.”
“I passed out the second I got home.” She chuckles. “Best you ever had, huh? What exactly did he do?”
“What didn’t he do?! Fingers, tongue, and dick, it was incredible. I rode him, then he got on top, and then he did me from behind, bent me over the bed, I got on top again. His stamina was incredible. I made him some breakfast this morning and then he left.”
“Did he give you his number?”
“He did.” She beams. “He said he wasn’t looking for anything serious at the moment, but I was free to text him anytime I wanted him like that again.” She bites her bottom lip and sinks further into the couch. “I totally don’t mind at all. It would be nice to start up a new little fling. It won’t be weird for you, will it?”
“Not at all, it’s not like you’re…oh my god.” She pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger.
“What?”
“I totally get where he was coming from now.” She groans.
“What do you mean?”
“He said he told me that, uh, his other friend thought I was cute, and I told him I was mad because he sent the two of you away, and that he couldn’t tell me who I could and couldn’t fuck, but I would have been so mad if you slept with Harry.”
“I wouldn’t have, though. I know how much you like…” She gasps. “Do you think he likes you too?!”
“I don’t know, maybe!” Y/N takes her phone out to text Harry that she’s up and that she’ll be over within the hour. “I’m going to his place for a late lunch, he wants to apologize, but I owe him one just the same. I flipped out for no reason.”
“Well, at least you’re realizing it. Very adult of you.”
“Oh, shut up.” She nudges her and gets up to change.
//
Y/N gets to Harry’s around 3PM. She paired a green cardigan and a black tank top with a pair of jeans. She gets out of the car and rings his bell. She giggles when she hears Max barking from behind the door.
“Shh, it’s just Y/N.” Harry coos to Max as he opens his door. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Um, come in.” He moves aside and lets her in. “Here, think he misses you.” Y/N takes Max from Harry and snuggles him close.
“It’s only been a couple days.” She pouts at the dog.
“Come, sit, the food’s ready.”
Y/N sets Max down and sits down at the table. Harry already had the grilled cheese and soup out on the table.
“This looks good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Harry…I know you wanted to apologize, but I realized today that you weren’t totally in the wrong.”
“Yes I was.” He sighs and blows on his soup before slurping some from his spoon. “Maybe it wasn’t what I said, but it was how I said it. I overstepped. You’re a grown woman, I had no right to tell my friend he couldn’t hit it on you.”
“Well, it all worked out because Charlotte seems to have a new fuck buddy on her hands.” She chuckles and takes a bite of her sandwich. “Look, I appreciate you saying all that, but when I was talking to her earlier, I realized I would have done the same thing. I would have told my friends not to flirt with you or try to pick you up, and I would have been pissed if one of them slept with you.”
“You would have?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” She grumbles. “I…I mean…”
“We’re stuck between a rock and a hard place here, Y/N.” He sighs and sits back in his chair.
“We are?”
“Yes. I did a lot of thinking last night, did some talking with my friends. I had to really think about why I got so upset. The thing is, you’re my TA, and you’re going to be my TA next semester as well, most likely. I have a meeting about it Monday. Selfishly, I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
“In more ways than one, obviously.” She smirks.
“Don’t be cute.” He gives her a playful smile. “I think I’d miss you too much, to be honest. I like sharing my office with you. Your help with Max has been great, you’re, like, part of my life now.”
“Is there some rule that says that we can’t…like…go out?”
“I don’t know…I think it would look unprofessional on my part. I know you’re not one of my students, so it’s not as bad as that, but I still have a position of power over you, and if someone found out something was going, it could look really bad. I wouldn’t want something to taint your reputation either.”
“Well, I’ve been over here twice now, and no one’s said a thing.”
“You haven’t been on campus since Thursday. Someone could easily say something to us Monday.”
“A lot of people know I help with Max.”
“Some people may know you used to be a student of mine as well. They could assume something’s been going on for years.”
“Not true, wouldn’t people know about Kelly?” Harry grimaces at the name. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“So…I feel like we’re just going around in circles here, Harry. Like, what are we doing?”
“Well, if I vouch for you to be my TA again next semester, would you? The course would be for Creativity and the Visual World, and I think you could really shine there, talk about IDS. Also, I don’t know what your plans are after you graduate, or where you’ll want to go, but I’ve caught wind that one of the instructional designers on campus is going to retire at the end of the school year.”
“Wow, so you’re like really trying to keep me around.” She smirks.
“It’s not like that.” He chuckles. “I just mean, it could be a good first gig for you. You’re very good at all that, thought you might be interested to know there’s going to be an opening. You know the campus well, it would be a smooth transition for you.”
“That would be ideal, I do want to work in higher ed when I’m done.”
“I could help you with your cover letter, I’m really good at writing those. I’ve helped plenty of students.”
“I’ll definitely look into it.” She finishes what she can of the food, and sits back as well.
“I really am sorry about last night, I felt awful.”
“It’s okay, I really get it.” She sighs. “So…I still don’t know what we’re doing. Are we just choosing not to date anyone else and also not each other? Why should I wait until I graduate to be with someone?”
“M’not asking you to do that. I don’t really know what I’m asking you to do. I just don’t want to be a cliché. The young professor getting with someone that works for him. I’m attracted to you, I can admit that, but I don’t want to get fired, nor do I want your name getting dragged through the mud.”
“So, essentially, while I’m your TA we can’t do anything.”
“Correct.”
“And you’d rather suffer and have me be your TA again next semester just to have me around you, even though it would mean we still couldn’t do anything.”
“Yes.”
“Alright, after the holidays I’ll be staying at my apartment for winter break. We pay for a full year, and I like having the time alone. I also still work at Bento’s.” She stands up and puts her things in the sink.
“What are you saying exactly?”
“I’m saying, over winter break we’re in limbo. I won’t be your TA, and I’ll be all alone in my three bedroom apartment. Perhaps there’ll be a night I’m feeling especially lonely and you’ll have the marvelous idea of visiting me with Max, and whatever happens will happen.”
“And then what? Act like it didn’t when the spring semester starts?”
“I guess we’d cross that bridge when we come to it. All I know is that for six weeks, you will in no way have a position of power over me. By the way, I’m twenty-three years old, it’s like you said, I’m a grown woman. You’re not taking advantage of me. I know how it would look to others, so I can respect where you’re coming from. However, I’d like to try things out before I tell someone I’m going to wait for them.”
With that, Y/N gives Max one last squeeze, and out the door she goes. She was proud of herself. Harry liked her, and he wanted to be with her. It was a dream come true. She also didn’t mind sort of waiting for him, it would just make things all the more hot when they’d finally be able to come together.
//
The rest of the semester went by…okay. There was a lot of tension, a lot of it. Harry was just thankful it was getting colder which meant that Y/N was bundling up more. She did, however, look insanely cute in her many layers and scarves. They were busy grading, not having much time for chat chit. She started going over his place more, though. They would have little grading parties where they could just spread out and get things done. His place was also another quiet haven for her to escape to.
Charlotte hooked with Niall almost every weekend, it was pretty cute. They were having fun, and Y/N was happy for her friend. Even though sometimes Y/N wished Harry would just fuck her on his kitchen table on top of all the graded papers and tests, and maybe sometimes he fantasized about the same thing, but it had to stay professional. She didn’t want him regretting anything. Sometimes he would come into Bento’s when she was working, she even snuck him in early one morning to show him how she made the croissants he liked so much. They were essentially dating, but without all the physical stuff.
At least Y/N could catch some relief later at night in her bed. She didn’t think of Harry at first. Her routine mostly consisted of headphones, pornhub, and a few orgasms. But there was one particular night her and Harry were sitting in front of his fireplace, and he just looked so sexy, and she wanted him to take her on his living room floor, she didn’t even care if her tailbone would be bruised the next day. She still hadn’t even seen his fucking bedroom, it was the one part of the house she wasn’t allowed in. So she start fantasizing about his bed, and then one thing led to another and she ended up moaning out his name in a shallow breath. It had caught her by surprise, and she was almost embarrassed about it.
Harry would have been lying if he said he wasn’t doing the same thing. It mostly happened early in the morning when he’d take his shower. It just sort of happened. He woke up one morning, rolled over and wished she was there next to him. He had seen her fall asleep so many times, and he thought she was incredibly cute. He liked having Max in the bed, but he wanted Y/N. So when he got into the shower he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t feel embarrassed, he didn’t feel guilty, he mostly felt annoyed because he just wanted the real thing.
It was confirmed that Y/N would be his TA again in the spring, and they were both exited. He liked having her in his office, and he thought they worked together really well. It was worth it, it was all going to be worth it.
Harry went home to London for the holidays, and Y/N went home to her parents’ house. It was a tough goodbye. They hugged, and maybe they kissed each other on the cheek, but neither wanted to let go. Y/N loved seeing her family, but ten days was plenty. She liked having her apartment to herself. Nessa and Charlotte wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. That meant Y/N could watch whatever she wanted on TV, she didn’t have to worry about being quiet on the early mornings she had to work, and she could take a long shower.
A big snow storm was coming, which was starting to make Y/N nervous. Stores were closing in preparation, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to weather it alone.
Y/N: are you back from London? Can’t remember when you said you’d be home…
Harry: hey! I was just going to message you, I got back yesterday, was just sleeping off the jetlag. What’s up?
Y/N: this impending storm is freaking me out…
Harry: do you wanna get snowed in at my place? Just stalked up at the grocery store…
Y/N: are you sure? I don’t wanna be a burden :(
Harry: you wouldn’t be! You know I want to see you, so does Max :)
Y/N: okay! I’ll pack a bag and head over, see you soon!
Harry had been cute while he was away, sending Y/N a few selfies of him and Max. She had been to his house so many times, this wouldn’t be weird at all to spend a couple of snowy days together. She gets all her things packed, and makes her way to Harry’s. It was just starting to flurry when she parked in his driveway. He comes outside to help her with her things.
“And this time, you’ll let me set up the pullout for you. No need to sleep on a couch for two days.”
“Okay.”
She was hoping he’d give in and let her sleep in his bed with him. Actually, she was hoping he’d pick her up, swing her around, and kiss her. He sets her things down and waits for her to take her coat off, then he hugs hers.
“Had a good holiday?” He asks as he lets her go.
“Yeah, it was good. You?”
“It was great, love getting to see my family.” Max comes trotting in and greets Y/N.
“There’s my little man.” She scoops him up and gives him kisses.
“I was just going to make some tea, would you like some?”
“Please.” She plops down with Max on the couch.
“Do you have to work at Bento’s during all this? I can drive you if you want.”
“No, they closed in preparation of the storm.”
“Oh, good!”
Y/N turns the TV on, and scrolls through Netflix for something simple to watch. Harry comes over with two mugs of tea and he sits down next to her.
“Find anything good? Feel like it’s all Christmas movies right now.”
“Nothing yet…” She squints at the TV. “How about…oh! Have you watched Love, Victor yet? It’s been on my list for ages.”
“Is it based off of Love, Simon?”
“Yeah! This kid Victor is new in town, and ends up going to the same school Simon did.”
“Sure, we could watch that.”
“Shit, it’s on Hulu, you have that right?”
“Mhm, gimme the remote, I’ll switch it over.” She hands it to him and sips on her tea while he queues it up.
“Mm, this is tasty, what is it?”
“It’s black tea with honey, love.” He looks at her wants to laugh. “I don’t usually add anything, but I thought you’d like the honey.”
“It’s perfect, thank you.”
The show starts just as the sun was setting outside. Y/N pulls the blanket Harry keeps on the back of the couch over her legs, and Max moves to Harry’s lap.
“Let me know if I’m being a blanket hog.”
“S’alright, he keeps me pretty warm.”
“Don’t be annoying.” She huffs and spreads the blanket out equally over them. “See, nice and cozy.”
“I’m not being annoying, I’m being…respectful.”
“Golly gee, thanks, mister.” She pouts at him and he rolls his eyes.
“Now who’s being annoying?”
A couple of episodes in, and Harry’s stomach starts rumbling.
“Are you hungry? I can pop a pizza in the oven, or make some pasta?”
“Pizza would be perfect, thank you.”
“Pause it, I just need a minute to get it in the oven.”
Y/N nods and scrolls through her phone while she waits for him to come back. This was nice. It was like they were hanging out as friends, which was okay, but she was hoping he’d make a move for fuck’s sake.
“Alright, should be about fifteen minutes.” He smiles and gets back under the blanket. Y/N presses and play and they get back into it.
After the pizza, they nearly almost binge the entire show. Harry was starting to doze off, so they decide to call it a night. He looks outside in the kitchen window.
“I am not looking forward to digging out our cars. Times like this I wish I had a garage.” He sighs.
“You say that like you’ll be doing it alone. I’ve got all my snow gear, I can help.”
“Right, like I’d let you break your back out there.” He scoffs, and puts his hand on her shoulder. “Let me make up the pullout for you.”
Y/N watches as Harry moves the coffee table, and hoists the pullout into place. The sheets were already on it, so he just lays the blankets and pillows out.
“Well, I’ll be upstairs with Max if you need anything. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, thanks again for letting me stay. I think I would have been scared all alone.”
“No worries, I’m glad you’re here. I, uh, missed you over the holidays.” He clears his throat and heads upstairs.
Y/N does her nightly routine and puts on a tank top and pajama pants for bed. She gets onto the pullout and tries to listen to some music to fall asleep, but the wind was whipping so harshly outside, it was making her uneasy. She hated storms more than anything. Would Harry mind if she crawled into bed with him? She could even sleep on the floor. She just didn’t want to be down here alone. She sighs and slowly gets out of the bed. She makes her way upstairs.
Harry’s bedroom was the entire upstairs, it was sort of like a loft. He had a king sized bed, a decent looking bedroom set, and an en suite. Y/N thought it was really nice, well, what she could make out of it since it was so dark.
“Harry?” She whispers. His head was in his pillow, sleeping on his tummy.
“Mm?” He grunts, clearly out of it.
“I’m a little scared downstairs, would it be alright if I slept on the floor up here?”
“Get in.” He mumbles.
“Really, are you sure? Because I-“
He flips some of the covers back, eyes still closed. Y/N takes a deep breath and gets into the bed. Max was half asleep, but he moves away from Harry to make room for her, plopping down near his feet. Y/N climbs in and faces away from him. This was such a large bed for one guy, and it made her wonder who was the last person to share it with him. She wanted to keep a respectful distance from him, but before she could start counting sheep, his arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him. Her breath hitched, but she could hear his steady breathing, he was definitely asleep. He must just sleep better when he’s holding onto something, she thinks.
//
Harry’s eyes flutter open around 5AM. He was used to getting up that early to take Max out, but for some reason he felt like he got some of the most restful sleep he’s gotten in a long time. He feels warm and cozy, and even though he knows he needs to get up and brave the cold so his dog could relieve himself, he found himself nuzzling in to whatever he was holding onto.
That’s when it hits him that he wasn’t dreaming last night, and Y/N genuinely came up into his room because she was feeling uneasy being all alone downstairs. She was still fully clothed, but he wasn’t he was only in his boxers. His leg was between hers, and she was pressed up against him. He wondered if she slept well like this. Just because he slept better holding onto something didn’t mean that she would.
He makes subtle movements, not wanting to wake her. He nearly winced leaving the warmth of the bed, but he got through it. Max pops his head up and Harry puts his finger up to his lips to signal that he needed to be quiet. Harry snatches his sweatpants and a pair of socks, and grabs Max to take him downstairs. He throws his coat and boots on, gets the leash on Max, and out the door he goes. He shoves his beanie down over his ears as he feels the wind whip around. There were snow drifts everywhere and it was still coming down. He uses the flashlight on his phone so Max could see what he was doing.
“Come on, buddy, I know it’s cold, but Daddy doesn’t wanna be out here long.” He wanted to get back to Y/N.
Once Max does his business, Harry gets him so food and fresh water. He strips himself of his jacket and socks, but leaves his sweatpants on. He was shirtless, but he was too groggy from the morning to care. Once Max is all set, Harry carries him upstairs so his collar doesn’t jingle around. He plops him on the bed, and he goes right over to Y/N to curl up with her. Harry uses the bathroom quick, brushing his teeth and all that, and then slowly slides back into bed. Y/N hadn’t moved, still laying on her side facing away from him, so he just wraps himself back around her. Well, he thought she hadn’t moved. The second she heard the door close downstairs, she sprinted down to “her” bathroom to wash up and brush her own teeth. She wasn’t sure if morning snuggles would ensue, but she wanted to be fresh if they did.
A sigh leaves Harry’s lips as he settles back in, pressing nice and close to her and keeping his arm around her waist. She gives it a few minutes, and then she adjust against him. She could tell he was wearing sweatpants now, and not just his boxers. She was subtle about it, not fully pressing her ass against him, just a simple adjustment, so he didn’t think anything of it. After another couple of moments, she presses back into him, and he involuntarily presses forward towards her. He was definitely starting to get hard. He grips her waist a little tighter as he continues to press into her.
“Mm, Harry?” She rolls onto her back to look up at him.
“Hi.” He moves his hand away from her lower stomach to move some hair away from her face. “How’d you end up here, hm?” He asks softly.
“Storms really scare me, and the wind was loud.” She starts smiling. “Feel much better now.” His hand slides down to cup her jaw. “I asked first and you told me to get in.”
“I did, didn’t I…”
“Pulled me right up close to you, it was nice.” She sighs.
“Can’t remember the last time I slept so well, to be honest.”
He lets go of her and flops onto his back, groaning. She rolls onto her side and props herself up with her elbow, resting her cheek on her palm.
“You make things so difficult for yourself. I’m not your TA right now.”
“But you will be again.”
“Because you wanted me to be.”
He looks at her and pouts.
“We’ll see each other more this way.”
“But…wouldn’t it be nice to go out on dates and touch and-“
“You’ve seen how busy I am, I rarely have time to see my friends as it is. I’d feel guilty for not being able to do those things with you.”
“You have me to yourself for the next four weeks, Harry, and the girls won’t be back until a week before school starts.”
“We’d have to stop when the semester starts back up, and wait again. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that.”
“We could be discrete.”
“I’d have to be a little cold towards you.”
“You’re no stranger to that.” She scoffs.
“Y/N.” Harry’s hand finds her hip. “This is serious.”
“I’m about to graduate, from grad school, Harry. It’s not like I’m some eighteen year old girl sitting in one of your classes. I’m twenty-three, and you’re twenty-six, it’s really not that weird.”
“I’ll be twenty-seven next month.” He mutters.
“Great, then we can go out and celebrate when the time comes. Is there something in a handbook saying we can’t…do this?”
“It’s extremely frowned upon, I can assure you.” He groans again before speaking. “This is so frustrating, it’s not like you’re my first TA either, fuck, even I was a TA. Shit like this never happened. I’ve never been…attracted to someone I’ve worked with before.”
“You’re probably the only professor I’ve been into before.”
“See, right there, you had a thing for me when you were in my class only a couple of years ago, and-“
“And nothing happened then. You barely remembered me when I first came to your office. I was a flustered senior, that was it. Now…well, I know you now. I’m way less nervous around, I feel like I can really talk to you.”
“I feel the same way.” He sighs. “Fucking, Christ.” He yanks her down to her chest, and she yelps. His fingers scratch at her scalp and she nearly whimpers at how nice it feels to lay on his chest, having him play with her hair. “We can lay here a little longer, and then I need to go to move some of the snow.”
“I’m helping.” She puts a leg over his. “And you’re still a little…riled up, don’t you want to-“
“No.”
“But I could-“
“Y/N.” She looks up at him. “Just lay here with me.”
They both doze back off for a bit until Max starts barking. He must need to pee. Harry gets up and tells Y/N she can shower if she wants to.
“I’ll wait, I’ll get sweaty shoveling.”
“It’s my house, you don’t need to help.” He throws on a long sleeve shirt and thick socks. He looks at her crossing her arms over her chest. “Here.” He tosses her one of his sweaters. “Come on, Max.”
They all head downstairs. His sweater smelled just like him. She hoped she could keep this too just like with the pj’s he had given her a couple of months ago. He takes Max out quick, and then sets him back inside so he can get to shoveling. Y/N decides she could make him breakfast since he wouldn’t let her help outside.
She goes through his fridge and cupboards to find some different things. She wanted to make something that would take some time so it would be warm for him when he got inside.
“Muffins!” She says to herself as she rifles through his baking supplies.
She whips up a mixture of blueberry muffins and get them popped in the oven. She has the glorious idea to slice them in half and butt them up on his griddle when they’re done, just to give it a little crunch. Next, she cracks some eggs into the pan, and makes them sunny side down because she remembers him making them that way. She even finds some bacon to throw on the griddle.
When he comes inside, his nostrils are hit with everything she’s made. Everything was on plates on the kitchen table, and she was washing everything in the sink. He strips down to his boxers, having been drenched with sweat after digging out their cars. The snow was still falling, but it was good to get ahead of things before it all froze.
“Harry, I made…” She freezes when she looks at him. Seeing his full body in the light was much different than in the hazy darkness of his bedroom.
“I didn’t know I had blueberry muffins.” He says as he looks down at the plates.
“You, um, you didn’t, I made them.”
“From scratch?”
“Well, yeah.”
He picks up the muffin bottom and takes a bite. His eyes close for a second as he gets a good taste. It was buttery and a bit crisp from being on the griddle. It was perfection. He turns to her after he swallows.
“You’re…a literal angel.” He steps closer to her, and he notices her eyes drift down and back up. “I’ll go put some clothes, and then-“
She puts a hand on his chest. Her eyes plead with his. Just kiss me, she silently says to him.  His hands fly up to her jaw, and he pulls her in, lips crashing together, finally. She melts into him immediately. His tongue slides along her bottom lip, and she opens up for him. She can taste the blueberry muffin on him, and it makes her suck on his tongue. He groans against her, and his hands slide down to her ass to get a good squeeze. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer.
“Harry.” She breathes against his lips.
He gets a good grip on her and lifts her up to sit her on the counter. He quickly draws the shades for the window above the sink so anyone out shoveling wouldn’t be able to see anything. He tugs at the sweater of his he was wearing and lifts it off her. Her legs open wide for him to stand between. His lips attach to the crook of her neck, sucking, licking, biting. Her hips buck towards his as she tugs at his hair. One of his hands lifts her shirt slightly, and she thinks he’s going to feel her breasts up, but instead his fingers find the band of her pajama pants. He stops to look at her.
“Can I?”
“Yes.”
His hand dips below, and it’s almost like he’s searching for something else.
“Are you not wearing any knickers?”
“No.” She blinks at him. “I don’t usually wear underwear to bed.”
“Jesus Christ.”
She opens her legs a little wider for him, and he groans when his fingers touch around her folds, and he feels her wetness sticking to him already. His other arm wraps around behind her to hold her close to him. He plays around with her, fingers rubbing all around until his middle finger slides in. She gasps, not having expected so much so soon, but she wasn’t complaining. She clutches at his shoulders when she feels another finger slip inside. He twists them around, just getting a feel for things, and he curls them up, knowing this was what she really wanted.
“Oh! Oh my god.” Her head rolls back. He was make that come here motion right on that sweet spot of her front wall. His lips find her neck again as he continues. His thumb starting to rub on her clit. “Oh fuck, Harry, oh my god.” She didn’t realize how whiney she could sound, but he loved. She was a mess for him.
“Been thinking about this for so long.” He says into her ear.
“Me too.” She was panting now. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah? Like having my fingers buried inside you?”
Her mouth falls open. He was into dirty talk and it made her clench around him.
“Yes, oh my fucking god, yes.” She bites down on his collar bone to try to muffle any louder noises, but he was knuckle deep, fucking her with his fingers, it was no use. “Harry, I’m so close, oh fuck!”
His hand around her waist reaches up to tug at the back of her head. He wanted to watch her go through the motions. He wanted to see just how good he was making her feel. Her eyes rolls into the back of her head as she continues to beck forward. Her release was long, and so very good. She cried out, maybe a little louder than she should have, but he wasn’t telling her to keep it down. Did he want his neighbors to hear? Did he want them to know how good he could fuck someone?
He slows down his motions inside of her, helping her through the aftershocks, and then he slowly retracts his fingers. He sucks them into his mouth and then steps away from her. She was breathless. He kisses her cheeks and then helps her hop down from the counter.
“You made such a nice breakfast, let’s not let it go to waste.”
“Harry…” She watches him sit down.
“What?”
“Don’t you want to-“
“I’m all sweaty, I’d like to take a shower before going further if that’s alright with you.”
“Okay.”
She sits down with him and eats her food that she was now ravenous for.
“You really made this from scratch?”
“Yeah, I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s delicious.”
They finish eating and decide to clean up later. She follows him upstairs to his shower. He helps her out of her clothes and lets her get in first. She throws her hair up into a bun so it doesn’t get soaked. He rids himself of his boxers and gets in behind her. She moves aside so he can wash up. She presses her front to his back, and her hands roam along his long torso.
“You made me feel so good, I think it’s your turn.”
She kisses on his back while she starts to stroke his hardening length. It felt so big in her hand. Harry’s head falls to his chest, and he presses a palm to the tile wall to keep himself grounded. She runs her thumb over his tip and he groans. He grabs her hand and turns around. He backs her up to the opposite wall, cradling the back of her head as he basically slams her against it. His lips are on hers in seconds. Everything felt hot and wet, and just otherworldly. Y/N couldn’t enough. In the back of her head she kept thinking that she couldn’t believe this was happening. It wasn’t often that she got what she wanted.
“Please, fuck me.” She says against his lips.
“I don’t have any condoms.” He kisses down her neck and kneads her breasts.
“I’m on the pill.”
“S’not what I’m worried about.” He pulls his head back to look at her. “Are you clean?”
“I am, actually. I was tested last time I went to the doctor. Are you?”
“I am.” He smiles. “So…you really wanna feel all of me? Just like that?”
“Yes.” She whines. “Please.”
He kisses her and bites on her bottom lip, sucking on it as he pleases. He lifts one of legs up over his hip, and uses his other hand to line himself up. She was still plenty wet, so he’s able to push inside.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunts, trying to push further inside her. “So tight.”
“I…Christ, I think you’re just really big.” She gasps once he’s all the way inside.
His head drops to watch himself slowly thrust in and out of her. He bites his bottom lip at the sight. He looks back up at her, watching her features.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Could you maybe just hold my leg up?”
Harry nods and hooks his arm under leg, driving in deeper. Her head rolls back against the tile. Once he knew she was okay, he didn’t let up. He was fucking her hard and fast, only slowing up so he could hear her whimper and beg for more. Her nails were clawing at his back, and it was just egging him on. He uses his other hand to rub at her clit. She was starting to breathe heavier, moan after moan leaving her lips. He could tell she was close.
“Gonna come again for me?”
“Yes, fuck, I’m almost there, Harry!”
He sucks the tender skin of her neck between his teeth, and that’s what pushes her over the edge. Her senses totally overwhelmed. He gasps when he feels how deeply her nails dig into him from going through the motions of her orgasm. He pulls out of her quickly and comes on her stomach. He’s out of breath, pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.
“No going back now.” He says as he caresses her cheek.
“Nope.” She smiles.
He pecks her lips and turns back around to stand in the water again. Her eyes grow wide and he winces once the water cascades over him.
“Harry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”
“It didn’t hurt while it was happening, is it bleeding?” He looks over his shoulder trying to see for himself.
“Um…I broke the skin, but it’s not bloody.” She blushes. “Yikes, that’s embarrassing.”
“No it’s not.” He chuckles and moves so she can rinse her stomach off in the water. She turns it off and they both step out to towel off. “I wasn’t hurting you was I?”
“No, oh my god, it felt so good. Feels like I’m still throbbing.”
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. She rests her hands on his chest.
“Do you like ice skating?”
“What?” She laughs. “Yeah, I love it, why?”
“Because once this storm is over, m’taking you on a proper date.” He kisses her forehead and lets her go. “Would you like that?”
“I’d love it.”
Harry was so peculiar, Y/N thought. One second he’s saying they can’t be together and the next he wants to take her out on a date. What she didn’t know was that he had never felt quite so good while having sex. It wasn’t because she felt incredibly tight around him, it had more to do with the trust and natural connect. He felt happy, a feeling he thought would never return.
//
To Y/N’s surprise, Harry was a really good ice skater. The two of them were like a real couple. He would visit her at work, they’d go out to the bar with his friends, and they’d have sleep overs at each other’s places. He quite liked her apartment. Not to mention, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. If they were going for a brisk walk, his hand was in hers. If they were sitting through a move, his arm was around her shoulders, and of course they were having a lot of sex. Even when she had her period, he fucked her.
“Got my red wings years ago, promise it doesn’t gross me out.” He had told her.
And god, when he ate her out. Sometimes they wouldn’t even have full on sex. Sometimes they’d be on the couch, and he’d ask if she would ride her face, and then they would just sixty-nine. Sometimes she would just blow him because she liked the way his come tasted. Harry drank a fuck ton of pineapple juice, even before they started hooking up, he always had a small can of it in his office. He just liked the taste. They were just intimate in all sorts of ways, totally comfortable.
It was when Nessa and Charlotte returned that Harry’s bubbled had to burst. School would be starting in a week, and he needed to make sure his shit was together. He had been to the office a few times, working to make sure his courses were together. He and Y/N were professional and went over the class she would be the TA for.
“This is gonna have to be what it’s like when school starts again, don’t forget.” He would say. It killed her, but she would never do anything to put his job at risk, even if she didn’t think their situation was all that serious. She had to respect his wishes.
“I’d feel more comfortable if you slept over at my place since their home.”
“Harry, they know what’s been going on…Niall and Charlotte still talk, and they-“
“I don’t care, I’d rather you be here…and only on the weekends.”
“What?”
“Saturday nights can be our night. On the weekends, you’re not my TA.”
“What will I be then?”
“My girl.”
They had put the boyfriend/girlfriend label chat on the back burner, but that was all she needed to hear to know that she was really his, and he certainly didn’t want someone else trying to steal her away. He had gotten her a necklace, it was simple, but very much her style. A way of showing her how much she truly meant to him.
“Anytime during the week you’re feeling like I don’t want you because I can’t show my affection, this will be your reminder of how much I care.”
She thought it was incredibly sweet, and it was nice to have the reassurance. When classes started, it was definitely difficult. The one thing getting her through this first week was his birthday party on Saturday. Just a small thing with friends at the bar, but still. They wouldn’t have to hide there, or so she thought. Some other professors were invited to the party, which meant Harry couldn’t touch Y/N. He frowned immediately. He wasn’t in charge of the guest list. He pulls Y/N to the side before they walk into the main area.
“I’m so sorry, I promise when we get back to my place later I’m gonna love on you all night.”
“Harry, it’s okay. It’s your birthday, I’m the one that’ll be doing the loving. Go on, enjoy.”
He gives her a discrete peck on the cheek, and then walks into the main room to say hello to everyone. Y/N invited Charlotte and Nessa, so she had other people to talk to. Niall’s arm was hooked around Charlotte’s waist the entire night. Y/N and Nessa teased her every chance they got.
“I’ve been told to check in on you. Orders from the birthday boy.” Louis says to Y/N.
“Thanks.” She chuckles. “It’s okay. Next year things will be totally different.”
“Really see things lasting then, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
“I think so, yeah. If the person who he said actually retires, I’m hoping to be able to work at the university to start out.”
“That would be great. He raves about you, you know? He’s a simple guy, likes being domestic. I think he said one of his favorite things to do with you is just cook a meal together.”
“Aw, he’s so sweet.” She pouts. “I like doing that too.”
Harry was mingling with everyone that came out for his birthday. Everyone sang to him, a cake was made him too. The second he tasted it he knew Y/N had baked it. He thought at the least they could have their picture taken together, that wouldn’t look weird.
“Harry!” One of the faculty members, Constance, comes over to him, a young woman by her side. “There’s someone I want you to meet, this is my daughter, Angie.”
“Oh! Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He politely shakes her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” She blushes.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Constance winks and walks away.
“I’m so sorry about her. She conned me into coming here, hope I’m not crashing your birthday.”
“You’re not.” He looks back at Y/N and then to Angie. “So, this is a set up then?”
“She seems to think we have a lot in common.”
“And perhaps we might, but…I’m sort of seeing someone. It’s a…long distance thing, so she’s not here tonight, unfortunately.”
“Oh! She could have sworn you were single, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’m sure you’re lovely, I just really like this woman and I don’t want to screw it up.” He smiles and she nods.
Harry finally makes his way over to Y/N and Louis.
“Do me a favor,” He says to Louis, taking out his phone. “Take a picture of us.”
“Are you sure?” Y/N asks.
“Positive.” He smiles and puts an arm around her shoulders. Louis snaps a couple of shots and hands Harry his phone back. “Sorry you won’t be able to post these…”
“Well, I could, my insta is private, but we can talk about it later.”
“Lou, could you drop Y/N off at my place when this is over, we drove together, but I don’t wanna risk anyone seeing us leave in the same car.”
“Course, mate.”
Harry nods and walks away to continue talking to other people.
“He acts like you’re his student. I don’t see anything wrong with you two doing what you’re doing.”
“I don’t either.” She sighs. “But he worked so hard to get where he is, I have to respect doing things his way. It was a long week, but I’m happy to be going back to his place later.”
Y/N’s lips were on Harry’s the second he let her through the door. He made sure to get home before her so they didn’t even leave at the same time. She had him pushed against the wall and his hands were all over her.
“Missed you so fucking much.” He says, walking her back towards the living room. “And I loved the watch you got me, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Wanted to.” She starts unbuttoning his shirt and pushes him down on the couch, straddling him in no time.
“Gonna let me lick it, angel?”
“Is that what you want?”
“You have no idea. You’re as sweet as the cake you made me.”
“How did-“
“Y/N, I know it’s only been a month, but I’d know your baked goods anywhere.” He smirks.
She giggles and stands up to unbutton her jeans. He yanks them down her legs along with her panties and she kicks them to the side. Harry lays down on the couch and Y/N hovers over his face. He liked it better this way. One, he didn’t have to get on his knees and suffer through the pain of being on the hardwood. Two, he liked the way Y/N would just ride his tongue.
Max was upstairs, thanks to the gate. So they didn’t have to worry about him coming down and jumping on them.
“Fuck, Harry.” She moans. “Your tongue feels so good.” She rocks her hips back and forth on him, the stubble from his chin feeling extra delicious. He moans against her, lapping up every drop. “You like that, birthday boy? Like having me on you like this?” She looks down at him and see his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He sucks on her clit harshly, and that pushes her over the edge. “Oh, fuck!”
Once she’s through, she climbs off him. Before she knows it, he’s throwing her over his shoulder to bring her upstairs. He gives her bum a smack and she squeals. Y/N left plenty of scratch marks on Harry that night.
//
Y/N was antsy for every weekend. The weeks dragged on, and the weekends went by in a flash. Then she remembered something wonderful.
“Spring break!” She says, bursting into their shared office.
“What about it?” Harry chuckles.
“Two weeks off without the students!” She leans a little closer to him. “Two weeks of me not being your TA.” She grins and then sits down in her seat.
“We’ll be grading, darling.” He says nonchalantly.
“This is a pet name free zone, remember?”
“Sorry.” He smirks. “Didn’t think ‘darling’ would get your knickers in twist.”
“Fuck off.” She rolls her eyes. “Do we seriously have to grade? Can’t we do fun things? I have time off from school, I don’t wanna do anything.”
“M’surprised you don’t want to go home or go with your friends somewhere.”
“I’ve done the whole go to Florida and get blitzed thing, I’m all set. And I may go home for a couple of days, but I don’t really like being home long. Somehow I get stuck doing chores, and I get aggravated.”
“I’ll tell you what, if we get through enough of the grading, we can do something really fun.”
“Deal.” She smiles.
Sometimes Y/N felt like this was only hard for her, but it killed Harry. He had fantasies of bending Y/N over his desk, or even just kissing her good morning. He even started letting her come over on Friday nights instead of Saturday because he just couldn’t wait any longer. He knew he was being overly careful, but he just couldn’t risk it.
//
Harry stayed true to his word. They got through a lot of the grading so drove them out to the coast for a walk on the pier at a large beach. It was still too chilly for real beach weather, but there were less people around this time of year, and some of the shops were open. Y/N clung to Harry’s arm and they both just enjoyed the fresh air and the scenery. He took her to a nice dinner, and then they walked for a bit to watch the sunset.
“This was the perfect day.” She sighs as they begin their drive back to his place.
“It really was.” His rests his hand on her thigh and gives it a squeeze. “I love you, Y/N.”
She whips her head to look at him. His eyes were focused on the road. Tears start to prick at her eyes. No one ever said that to her before. She had been in relationships, but she never really got to a point for such strong words, and she certainly never felt it back.
“I love you, too.”
“Aw, look at us.” He smiles. “Two people in love.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to say that…” She sniffles.
“Hey, no need to cry, darling.”
“I just…no one’s ever told me they loved me before.”
“What?!” He squeezes her leg tighter. “But there’s so much to love. You’re kind, caring, an incredible baker, witty, funny, brilliant-“
“Harry, please.” She chuckles. “When we get home we’re making love.”
“I’ve made love to you before, just didn’t say anything. Anytime we’re really soft and careful, I’m making love to you.”
“God.” Her face flushes, thinking of the many sensual times he’s touched her. “Well, I can’t wait to do it again.”
//
It was a Tuesday, which meant Y/N wouldn’t be in the office with Harry. She had class and then a shift at Bento’s. He wanted her to be able to nap in between. He saw that the open IDS position had been posted, and he emailed her immediately. He couldn’t wait to work on her resume and cover letter together.
“Harry?” Constance knocks on the outside of his door.
“Hey, Connie! Come on in.” He beams at her. She squints at his collar, seeing just the top of a love bite.
“Did you see that girlfriend of yours this weekend?” She asks, as she sits down.
“Sure did.” He smiles. “I saw her for a while over spring break too, told her I loved her, and she said it back. I’m on cloud nine. M’sorry things didn’t line up with your daughter, she’s a very pretty girl. My friend Lou is single, maybe-“
“Harry, Harry.” She chuckles. “No worries at all, she’s been dating around a bit. I shouldn’t have just assumed you were single, and that’s great that you two are doing so well. I think I thought you weren’t seeing anyone because with your last girlfriend…well…you had pictures of her on your desk, and you gushed about her. We don’t even know this one’s name.”
“You will soon enough.” Harry did have pictures of Y/N, they were just discrete. His lock screen was the picture of them at his birthday, and his wallpaper was just a picture of her. He could look at her whenever he wanted. “She’s, uh, finishing up grad school.”
“Oh, good for her! Anyways, I came here to chat with you about my sabbatical. Obviously it’s turned into a full year instead of just the fall semester. We’re going to have a department meeting, but I wanted to see how you’d feel about stepping in as department chair while I’m gone.”
“Are you serious?!” He perks up.
“Yes.” She chuckles.
“That would be a dream! I have so many ideas, and-“
“It would mean you wouldn’t be able to teach as many classes, and you’ll have more responsibilities over winter and summer break.”
“That’s no problem, honestly. I only go to London for a couple of weeks, I’m usually in the area for summer. I’d love to give it a go. I didn’t think I’d be next in line.”
“It’s coming from my own suggestion. I’ve been doing this a long time, and I think you’d be great at it. It would sort of be a trial, and then when I come back we could reflect on the experience.”
Harry was buzzing, absolutely buzzing. He needed to tell Y/N about his good news, so he hops in his car, and zips over to her apartment. She was vegging out in a t-shirt and panties with Nessa and Charlotte, who were both dressed in the same thing. They hear the bell on their door.
“Who the fuck is that? It’s nearly nine.” Nessa says.
“No idea.” Y/N says, getting up to check it out. She sees Harry through the peephole. Her eyebrows raise, but she opens the door. “Dr. Styles, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry for…” He looks her up and down. “This is how you open the door?!”
“I saw it was you.” She shrugs and steps aside to let him in.
“Hi, Harry.” Charlotte and Nessa say at the same time.
“Hi girls.” He smiles and looks at Y/N. “I got great news today and I just had to see you, can we got to your room?”
“Of course.” Once they’re both in there, they sit on her bed. “So what’s up? I got your email about the job, I’m really excited.”
“Good news for both of us today. Connie, my department chair, came by to see me today, and she wants me to be department chair while she’s on sabbatical next year while she’s gone. It would be like a trial run. Me! Department chair! I have so many ideas, this is the opportunity I’ve been hoping for.”
“Oh, Harry.” She throws her arms around him. “That’s incredible, I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks.” He holds her in his arms for a moment and then lets her go so he can stand up. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Harry…” She whines.
“Don’t start, I just wanted to see your face when I told you.”
“You could have FaceTimed me.”
“Oh.” He shakes his head. “It’s been a long day.” He chuckles.
“You can stay.”
“No, I can’t.” He caresses one of her cheeks. “I want to, but I can’t. Soon, babe, so soon.”
“Um…” She stands up and looks down. “If I get this job…I mean…the lease for this place is up June first, and…well…the girls are going to be working in schools, and won’t need to live here anymore, and…I mean, I could find new roommate and sign a new lease...”
“Or, you could come move in with me.” He takes her hands in his and kisses her knuckles.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I want you to. I want you around all the time. Being apart from you during the week really fucks with how clingy I naturally am.” He smirks.
“I like it, though. We spend all weekend in your big, comfy bed.”
“Look forward to it every week.” He sighs happily. “Just gotta get through you walking across that stage, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.” He kisses her cheek. “I love you, sweet dreams.”
“I love you too.”
//
Harry helped Y/N apply for the job, and after two nerve-wracking rounds of interviews, and two weeks of pure stress that even Harry’s cock couldn’t squash, she got the call that she got the job. Harry took Y/N out to celebrate, they both nearly cried when she got the call. She told her parents and they were ecstatic.
“In a few years, if you feel like it, you could get your PhD for free through the university.” He says to her as they’re laying in bed.
“Hm, three degrees from the same place.” She taps her chin. “Doesn’t seem like a great idea.”
“If you can do it for free, you should. It was the smartest thing I ever did. Well that, and giving into you.”
“Giving into me?!” She laughs. “You make it sound like I seduced you.”
“I fell for you so hard. You’re just so wonderful.” He pouts. “Are your parents excited to meet me in a couple of weeks? I’m excited to meet them.”
“They’re definitely curious to see who the guy I’m going to be moving in with is.”
“Are you going to miss the girls?”
“So much! They’ve been great to live with. Nessa’s moving in with Andy. She found a college in the city he works in to teach at. She’s so good at putting productions together, I’m excited for her. Charlotte may be in the area, though. Something tells me the school she’ll be teaching at is close by to Niall.”
“I’ve never seen him so smitten. He takes the more serious part of a relationship slow, but once he’s in he’s in.” He pulls her closer to him. “Everything’s falling into place. I’ve been working with Connie to get prepared for the fall, and I couldn’t be more excited.”
“I’m really proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you too, babe.”
//
The day they had both been waiting for was finally here. The graduate ceremony was in the evening, separate from the undergraduate ceremony. Y/N wouldn’t be able to see Harry until after the ceremony. She was busy with her parents and younger siblings. Harry may have clapped and cheered extra loud when she walked across the stage. Most people around him thought it was just because she had been his TA for an entire year. Literally no one suspected more was going on between them. After today it wouldn’t matter anyways.
There was a champagne reception after the ceremony. Y/N easily found her family.
“We’re so proud of you honey. Another degree, a new job, and you’re moving in with a guy!” Her mom says.
“I’m still not thrilled about the last part. We don’t even know him.” Her dad says.
“But I do, so it’s a good thing I’m the one living with him, not you.”
Harry makes his way through the crowd over to her and her family. He takes a deep breath, and when she spots him she squeals. She runs over and jumps into his arms. They kiss as he swings her around.
“You did it!”
“I did it!” They both jump up and down for a moment. “Come on.” She holds his hand to bring him over to everyone. “Harry, these are my parents, and my two younger siblings. Ellie is going to be a senior in college this fall, and Ryan is going to be a sophomore. He’s actually transferring here in the fall.”
“That’s great! Hi, it’s so nice to meet all of you.” He shakes everyone’s hands.
“Damn, a PhD.” Ellie whispers to her sister and winks. “Nice job.” The girls giggle together.
They all decide to go out to dinner together to get to know each other better. Harry and Y/N would be meeting up with Charlotte, Nessa, and the others at the bar once dinner was over. Y/N explains how they waited a while to make things official because Harry wanted to make sure things remained professional. Harry easily impressed her parents. He was incredibly smart and knew how to work people over. Even her dad was happy with him.
Y/N got pretty drunk at the bar with her friends, and Harry was able to keep his arms around her all night without a care in the world. When he got her inside his place, he couldn’t stop kissing her and telling her much he loved her over and over. She was excited to start her new job in a couple of weeks, and he was excited she genuinely wanted to stay, and wasn’t just doing this for him. They would spend the time before starting her job to get her all moved in. They even talked about getting a larger place at some point.
“I can’t wait to snuggle with Mac every night.” She giggles as she gets into bed.
“Hey, what about me?” He pouts.
“I guess you’re nice to snuggle with too.” She jokes.
“Mhm.” He kisses on her and hovers over her. “My girl’s got her master’s. You’re so fucking smart, it turns me on.”
“Really?”
“When we did those mock interviews in my office I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
“Does this mean we can get a little sneaky in your office now?” She raises an eyebrow at him. “Or are you staying firm with your open door policy?”
“Think I may have to reconsider it, but only for you.”
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