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lovetorn · 2 years ago

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tonight you are mine — xavier thorpe

Guitarist!Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Enid invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you.

Warnings: a little suggestive, singing (yes, this is a warning), idk music

A/N: i love this one, and i hope you will too.

W/C: 2.6k

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me. Except for Ajax, of course.” Enid giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!”

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her pink Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Enid carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless as to why Enid insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig.

Enid only joined her boyfriend’s band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. You had never met the other two original band members, only Ajax, as he and Enid were almost attached at the hip. Enid had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Xavier told his college friends, and Rowan invited his study group. I can’t wait to get out there,” Enid grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so bad.”

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Enid was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were.

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, E. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widened your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”

Enid stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Enid’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her boyfriend. Ajax sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Enid grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car.

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched as the couple shared a kiss.

“Come on, at least wait until I’m out of the car.” You joked, covering your eyes. Ajax rolled his eyes and put his car in drive, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic.

“It’s okay, baby; she’s just jealous. She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Enid threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. Your mouth opened and closed, no words forming on your lips as Ajax laughed.

You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Ajax spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “I know Xavier needs some, too, jeez!”

Enid slapped her boyfriend on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jax. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine.

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Wednesday, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!”

You had heard stories of Xavier, mostly from Enid. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and sometimes timid. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him.

“Okay, Y/n. Jax and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Enid explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue.

You nodded in approval and got out of the car. “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.”

She gave you a grin and a hug. “I’ll dedicate ‘swoon’ to you.” Laughing, you pulled back.

“I hope so. We wouldn’t want Ajax getting a big head.”

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You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Enid was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous.

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Ajax already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. The boy had glasses and held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Enid.

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. They were starting without Enid?

But your question was soon answered when the ball of sunshine you called your best friend came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around.

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the long-haired electric guitarist. Xavier. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Enid on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it.

Xavier opened his eyes to see you already staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Enid’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Xavier had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips.

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Xavier's high cheekbones and long face. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Enid spoke to Xavier before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to play out between you and Xavier. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Xavier walked up to the lead microphone, his converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Xavier. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch in front of you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His fingers tangled in the long strands of your hair as he pulled you closer, his fingertips scorching your scalp.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Xavier pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Xavier towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Xavier started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze.

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Xavier said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died down, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?”

Enid had given you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said it was mandatory for you to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened, and listened, and told Enid it was your favourite one yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you found yourself going back to it each time you put your headphones on. She must’ve passed on the news.

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, smile. He looked ethereal on stage like he was destined to be on one.

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze.

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm.

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight you are mine

Xavier’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was pretty reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more.

After the song finished, Xavier winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything.

Enid’s voice brought you back to earth. “Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to come back.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Enid carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The only thing that could pull your eyes away from her grand smile was the burning on your cheek. Your eyes flickered to Xavier, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Enid came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you. “Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Enid smiled sheepishly.

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.”

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.”

Enid wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you, who wouldn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“But, you’re still off-limits. Only until he gets over his ex. That wouldn’t be fair.” Enid rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?”

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Xav." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up." You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because then she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in converse and a white tee.

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to.

“Xavier.” You said, turning to face him.

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Ajax.”

You shrugged. “Enid mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.”

“Final verdict?” Xavier’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners.

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, arms crossed over his chest as you eyed his hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.”

Xavier’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him.

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?”

You bit the inside of your lip in habit. “That would depend on what we would be doing.”

Xavier stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for. “But, yes. I would like that.”

His lips slipped into an easy grin and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!”

Xavier didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!”

Were you in too deep too quick?

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songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - swoon - beach weather - monodrama - benches

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annievrse · 1 year ago

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tonight you are mine

guitarist!eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you. warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning). w/c: 3k a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!”

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig.

Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies.

Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.”

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were.

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”

Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car.

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic.

“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard.

You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”

Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.”

Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.”

Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide.

“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased.

Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled.

Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.”

“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’.

“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road.

Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!”

Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine.

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!”

You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him.

“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue.

You nodded in approval and got out of the car. “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.”

You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous.

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha.

But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around.

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it.

Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips.

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze.

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?”

Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.

She must’ve passed on the news.

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one.

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze.

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm.

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine

Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more.

After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything.

Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.

“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly.

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.”

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.”

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?”

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up." You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee.

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to.

“Eren.” You said, turning to face him.

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.”

You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.”

“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched.

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.”

Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him.

You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.”

Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.

“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.

His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!”

Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!”

Were you in too deep too quick?

songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches

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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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sooo what do you think level up!harry and y/n are up to rn? i miss them sosososo much, 'level up' might be my fav fic of yours!

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Currently, Y/N is a giggly, drunk mess. Harry was tipsy, but nowhere near as gone as Y/N. Stumbling into their apartment, Y/N gasped as she tried to look around, but it was far too dark.

"H-Harry? I think.. Think I'm losing my sight." She hiccuped. "Can't see. Should I call a Doc?" The words were slurred as she kicked her heels off, letting her purse drop to the floor.

With a chuckle, Harry adjusted his glasses and flipped the lights on, making Y/N gasp.

"Nevermind! It's back. I can see. Probably just malfun... Malfuntion." The incorrect pronouncation had him shaking his head, leaning down to pick her bag up off of the ground. Hanging it on the hook along with his jacket, he watched as she padded into the kitchen, making lots of noise as she looked for a cup.

"Malfunction, sweetheart." He corrected, greeted with a confused look on her face as she whipped around. His flannel shirt was around her shoulder, claiming she had been too 'chilly' at the bar for her bustier style top and dark wash denim to do the job. He'd handed it over, leaving him in his baby blue tee shirt. "Never mind. What do you need?"

While he was definitely a bit tipsy, Y/N was smashed. A rare sight he had only seen a few times so far, but entertaining nonetheless. She was excited and giggly and super clumsy which had stressed him out a bit, but other than that he was happy to see her let loose. The next semester would start soon and she needed the off time.

"Water. Banana. Uh..." she blinked a few times. "Oh! Chocolate chips. Please. Can I have some?" her fingers tangled in his shirt, giving him a pouty look that wasn't necessary but very appreciative. "I'll give you a blowie. Can't reach the pink cup."

"While I appreciate the offer, you aren't doing anything of the sort until tomorrow when you're sober." His large hands held her flushed cheeks, kissing the middle of her forehead tenderly. "You're so silly, baby. Sit down and I'll bring it to you."

Y/N preened, nodding as she climbed on to the stools they had at their breakfast bar- their dining table was cluttered with some of Harry's work- kicking her feet to some beat Harry was sure she was heating in her head as she waited.

His own clumsiness kicked in, accidentally knocking over one of the plastic cups they kept on the bottom. A yelp escaped him before he realized what it was, giggling to himself for the stupid scare. Righting it, he grabbed the pink cup from the top- much more carefully, he would add- and brought out the filtered water pitcher to pour her a cold glass.

Next he pulled out the large back of semi-sweet chocolate chips, pouring some into a small bowl meant for condiments, placing it back in the cabinet before finally grabbing her banana. He knew that she would need it to sober up and it would be a better scenario for her tomorrow.

"Here." he rounded the bar, sitting on the stool next to her with his own water. "Eat your snack then we're brushing teeth. Put some painkiller in my pocket to have at the bedside when you wake up." He smoothed her hair out of her face and lip gloss before she took a sip. "You're drunk."

"No. I'm Y/N. Or your Loooooveeee." She sang, wiggling her brows. "S'what you called me in front of everyone. you said, 'careful, my love.' and 'easy with the shots, my love.'. So nice. Sexy." She sighed, leaning into him slightly before popping some chocolate into her mouth. "Gonna marry you. Hope you know that. Get prepared."

"Trust me, It'll be the best day of my life." He smiled, steading her on the stool as she turned to him.

"Better than when we saw the baby penguins at the zoo?"

"Even better.

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seabreeze1969 · 7 months ago

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Strawberry Pancakes

Summary: Gator Tillman meets OC stripper. She is reluctant to give him a dance, but ends up enjoying it a little too much. He is more than happy to break some rules with her.

Tags/Warnings: strippers, thigh riding, lap dance, power dynamics, paid intimacy, dirty talk, teasing

Chapter One

~Gator

It was the second Friday of May. Every other Friday he found himself sitting in the back of The Tender Trap, a local strip club, with an envelope in his pocket as he waited for a militia man to collect the hefty support of Sheriff Roy Tillman, his father. It was an easy job. That’s why his father gave it to him. At least it was supposed to be easy. But things never came easy to Gator.

As his lazy gaze glossed around the small club, his heart caught in his throat. He wasn’t met with Roxy or Crystal, the usual dancers who would throw him winks every now and again. He saw a young woman he’d never seen before. He was sure if she had been there any of the other Fridays he would’ve known.

Her legs were toned, but covered in stockings forcing him to imagine the bare skin underneath. As his gaze slithered further up skipping over her bare stomach to her breasts he started to feel his pants tighten. The white laced cups pushed up her small tits and had them spilling out over the low top. And finally he reached her face. Her bouncy brown curls framed her soft face, and he couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open as he caught her big doe eyes.

He knew he must’ve looked like a moron sitting there with his jaw on the floor, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in person. Something straight off of one of those raunchy old bikini posters he tacked behind his bed.

Before he could stop himself his feet carried him over to the seats closest to the stage where she was entertaining two other men. The closer he got the more her eyes narrowed at him and she suddenly seemed familiar, “Wait a minute. Aren’t you the doc’s kiddo? Miss Grey?” He’d seen her only a couple times when he had to visit the local clinic after a job went sideways, and she looked vastly different in layers of clothes and thick rimmed glasses. But she had given him that same narrow look.

“No, sir,” she shook her head, her full lips turning into a pout, “My name is Candy.”

“Hah, yeah sure it is,” he huffed a laugh, “Anyways, aren’t you a little too smart to be dancing around half naked?”

And then it was her turn to laugh, “If smarts had anything to do with it you’d be the one in heels up here, sheriff.”

“Ouch, sour Candy. You trying to hurt my feelings, girl?” Gator mocked hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart.

“Were you trying to hurt mine?” She shot back.

“No. How about you make it up to me with a dance?”

“Aren’t you on duty?”

“Nah, I just dress like this for fun,” he hooked his thumbs into the bulky sheriff’s vest, showing it off.

“Won’t it be a bad look for your father?” It was true his father’s election was going to be up soon.

“He’ll be alright. You running out of excuses?” Gator checked.

“I could just say ‘no.’ If you don’t want to take a hint,” she condescended, and that just made him want her all the more. No way in hell was she gonna say ‘no’ to him. He had all the power he needed in the envelope, who would even notice if a couple of the hundreds were missing? Taking less than a second to decide he pulled out the envelope and started counting out the hundred dollar bills that he definitely should not be spending at a strip club.

“Are you deaf? Or just dumb?” Candy frowned, but as he continued to count them she changed her tune, “Holy smokes, where’d you get all that?”

He waved three hundreds at her, “How bout that dance?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling with the decision, but then she nodded in defeat, “Let’s go.” She hopped off the stage, and took his hand in her own. Her hand was trembling, until she squeezed him a little harder, and he pretended not to notice it. Pretended he was far too preoccupied with the way her ass swayed back and forth in her little white lace underwear.

In the private room there was one lone chair in the center with dark velvet couches surrounding it. As she stepped into the room her white undergarments turned dark red with the lights. She led him to the chair in the center of the room, shoving him down roughly. He made a show of it for her, collapsing into the chair even though he was barely moved from her hands pushing his chest, “Take it easy, baby.”

She ignored him, sliding her hands across his chest into his leather jacket, to slip it off, taking his vest with it. She hooked it on the back of the chair, which still left him in his bulky hoodie.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart,” he grinned as she walked in front of him again. He drank her in once again now that he had her all to himself. Her slim ankles wrapped in the white plastic straps of the clear high heels that were giving her an extra half foot at least. She looked a little unsteady as his gaze raked up the stockings, lingering on the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. He imagined for a moment how her legs would wrap around him, how he’d grip her hips. The swell of her hips was accentuated as she took a small step toward him, shifting her weight. As his eyes moved up he found her chest rising and falling in quick breathes, her breasts spilling out of the wired corset cups on every intake. Her blush went all the way down her neck, and when his gaze flickered up to her eyes she cast hers to the floor.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he admonished half-heartedly, pleased with her little show of innocence. It was charming.

She took another deep breath, drawing his attention back down to her breasts once again, and unballed her fists, starting to undo the bottom of her corset top. He watched her struggle with the little wire clasps that ran up the front for a long minute before he finally huffed a little laugh, “You need a hand?”

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, and he wondered if it was more than just a show. Then she frowned and gritted, “Shut up.” And he knew it wasn’t. And that made his cock twitch in his pants. She finally got all the clasps undone and then tossed the offending garment on the couch beside her, unable to hide her pride at getting the damned thing off. She locked her arms in front of her, covering up her exposed nipples. He barely caught a glimpse of the pink skin. And then she seemed to realize what she had done and forced her arms behind her back, sticking out her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” she finally confessed, but he had gathered that.

“I can tell,” he chuckled, “This might be the worst strip dance I’ve ever seen.”

That seemed to set something off in her. He was good at setting people off. Her cheeks were puffed out in anger as she slowly sank down to her knees, not bothering to hide her disgust at the old tile floors. And then she crawled on her hands and knees to him, swaying her hips and holding his stare like it was a challenge. He kicked his boots out on either side of him, making room for her between his thighs. Then he locked his fingers behind his head and reclined a little, the picture of unbothered, indifferent to her. And he saw exactly what he wanted. That angry determination swirling in those narrowed eyes as she let her cheek rest on his inner thigh.

She ran her hands up his shins, to the expanse of his muscular thighs. He felt the heat of her palm reach the bulge of his hardening cock, straining under his cargo pants. Her brow went up in accusation, “For the worst dance you’ve ever had, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“I’m easy,” he shrugged. Then her tongue was licking a stripe over the outline of his dick and his mouth fell open as he was unable to maintain his cool attitude toward the half naked woman between his legs. That had to be against the rules.

Before he could recover she was swinging her hips to the low vibrations of the bass that penetrated the room. She came up to her full height, giving him an eyeful of her breasts, making his mouth start salivating. Maybe he had just fallen for an act of innocence. Massaged them in his face, letting her head roll back as she let a small moan slip past her lips. His hands were moving on their own, in an attempt to assist her, when she slapped them away, “Hands by your side, deputy, or I’ll use your stupid cuffs on you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled out slow, gripping the sides of the chair to keep them there, but her threat just turned him on even more. Having her handcuff him sounded like a damn good time to him.

She swung one leg over his so her back was to him, and crawled down the slope of his leg, leaving her ass high in the air, and his hands squeezing the sides of the chair as she bounced a little on his leg. And then in time with music she was snapping back to sitting upright and grinding her hips just an inch above his thigh, letting him see that she was actually getting wet. Then she stepped out again, twisting to face him and kicked one of his boots so his legs came together before she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair just enough to make his head lull back and seek her fingers. He hadn’t felt a touch like that in years, something intimate and gentle. Hell, if he knew a strip dance felt this good he would’ve started skimming money a long time ago, but he had a feeling it was just her making him feel this way.

She bit her lip, trying to contain a grin, and he felt like he was losing the game he had set up. But she made losing feel good.

Then the song switched from fast paced to a slow jam and she lit up, standing to dance in front of him once again. She was familiar with the song, mouthing the words as she ran her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair the way his hands wanted to. While she mouthed the explicit lyrics, he imagined her in his ear whispering filth only he would ever hear.

Her body rolled in time with the slow beat and she ran her hand down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and dipped between her legs for just a second before she pulled her hand back and ran her tongue over them, her tongue that was nearly on his dick when he had ticked her off. “You want a taste?” she asked, tilting her head curiously, and only then had he noticed his mouth had fallen open in want. He only nodded, sticking his tongue out as she stepped closer to him again with her outstretched hand. Her fingers were glossy from her spit as she brushed them gently over his upper lip, avoiding his tongue, and then pulled back, leaving him running his tongue along his lip trying to taste her. He thought maybe she was wearing some kind of strawberry chapstick as he savored a distant artificial sweetness.

He hummed his approval, and when he caught her eye again her pupils were blown wide. He could nearly see himself reflected in them. He was in a similar state. And then she stepped one leg between his and slowly lowered her hips onto his thigh, grinding on him in time with the music. Her skin was hot, like her entire body was blushing. It gave him goosebumps under his jacket where her warmth couldn’t reach.

And then she made a noise in the back of her throat that had him choking on the air in the room, which was suffocating him with a palpable heat. It wasn’t an over the top moan like from the porn he usually watched, it was a whine she had tried to hide but it slipped past her lips anyways. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.

She bit her lip and looked at him apologetically, “Hah, sorry.” And the weight of her lifted up, before his hands flew out to stop her.

“No, don’t stop,” he lifted his knee in a jerk response, applying more pressure to her clit. He pulled and pushed her waist back and forth over his thigh, making her breath quicken. She was so sensitive, shaking like a leaf as he pushed his thigh up hard against her, with intention. He wanted to give her that friction which clearly affected her. His eyes traveled down her body to find a wet spot on his camouflage, “Gonna make a mess on my trousers, girl.”

She looked away in embarrassment as he looked up at her in awe. Her lower lip trembled as he leaned forward, bringing his hand to cradle her cheek. He was completely entranced in her glowing red face. He wanted to stop the anxious tremble of her lip, soothe her embarrassment away however he could. But he found no words, instead leaning in, and letting his eyes slip closed as he brushed his thumb down her bottom lip. He could feel her sharp intake of breath nearly against his mouth. He can’t remember wanting something as simple as a kiss with such an intensity before.

She shoved at his chest and stumbled backwards, catching herself on the edge of the couch. His head was spinning from the whiplash as he watched her catch her breath moving as far away from him as the couch would allow.

“No kissing the clients,” she finally spoke after a few beats of heavy breathing.

“No? Just everything else?” He joked a little, trying to recover his own breathing and will his raging erection to go away. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she started clipping the corset back on.

He stood and slid back into his leather jacket and vest, slicking his hair back which had gotten a little disheveled when she played with it earlier. Then she awkwardly put her hand out and he remembered what he had promised her for such a nice private dance and handed her three hundred, “That’s some technique for your first time.”

“I’m a quick learner,” she nodded, gripping the cash like he was going to snatch it back from her and run. She led him back out into the main room without so much as looking at him and then ran back to the locker rooms, still a little unsteady as his eyes followed her out.

“I’ve been waiting out here for nearly a half hour,” complained Henry, getting up from the bar when he saw Gator. He barely understood the words, too busy thinking about how there was no way in hell he could wait another two weeks to see her again. She gave him a high he knew he’d be hooked on until the day he died. He figured he’d be a married man and still jerk off to her.

“Boy! You hear me? When your daddy hears about you fucking around--” Henry started to threaten, finally pulling Gator’s attention away from the girl. The shove of the white envelope into Henry’s chest cut him off.

“My daddy ain’t gonna hear about it, unless you want me burning this money up and telling him you fucking backward ass hillbillies lost it,” he said it softly with a half smile, contrasting the shouting of the older man who got even angrier as he lost his power.

“We’ll see about that. Don’t make me wait while you’re getting your dick sucked. If you’re daddy don’t make you answer to him. I’ll make you answer to me. Understand, son?”

“Maybe if your wife was better at it you wouldn’t have had to wait so long,” Gator leaned into the man, his hand hovering over the gun in his thigh holster.

“Alright, your time's coming, boy. Your time’s coming.”

“Whatever you say, Henry,” Gator grinned at him, “I’ll see you later.” He waved himself out and hopped into his truck.

He reached for his vape in his pocket, taking a long drag reigniting the buzz in his head that was worked up in the back room of The Tender Trap. He was trying to remember the way her face looked when she moaned, but his memories weren’t coming out right. He needed to see her again. And soon enough he was hard again as he drove back to the Tillman Ranch. The road was lonely and dark that night as he started to touch himself.

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 20 days ago

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The Tragedy of Love, Death and Maggots part 13

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

My fingers found Mrin's hair as her murmurs slowly died off. “It's over,” I told her. “We're safe. Come on, let's get out of here.”

She nodded unsteadily. “Right. Get out. Get away. Move.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, a thought leaking out of her tongue. With a heave, she hauled herself out of our hidey-hole. Out in the open, I could see blood dribbling out of her lips. Whatever she had done had cost her something, that much I could tell.

I followed her out and pressed her into a seated position. Her eye was blank, glossed over like she was high. “Come on, Mrin,” I coaxed. How quickly the tables had turned. Me reassuring her, her protecting me, me healing her- it was an endless cycle, like a satellite's orbit of Earth, always falling and never hitting the ground. I needed to get her back on her feet, just like she had me. Well, not her physical feet. Her metaphorical ones. Damn, my head hurt. It was getting hard to think. All that running about with

I peered into her mouth. Her gums were what bled, raw-red and potentially infected. No, not potentially. Definitely infected. When had it happened? She hadn't complained of such issues previously.

Curse it all. “Mrin, can you hear me? You alright?” She obviously wasn't, but I was running out of things to say. Everything was falling apart. I wanted to get back to falling apart too, but I couldn't. Not when she was like this.

She didn't respond. “Mrin? Please respond. I need you, Mrin.” Her pulse was soft, chest moving ever so slightly.

“Mrin?” Gods, I was repeating myself like a broke record. My own pet peeve, and I'd stooped to it. “Mrin, please. You got me out of there, and now I need you to get out of whatever dreamland you're in.”

Still nothing. If anything she was fading away. But this couldn’t be it. That was unacceptable. I'd spent a good fifth of my life with her. She’d had my back. She was my friend, my companion, my partner. I couldn't lose her. “Mrin?” I clasped her face, looking into those unfocused eyes of hers.

“I love you.”

If this had been a romance or a fairytale, she would have opened her eyes. If this had been a dream, a good dream, she would have whispered it back. If there had been any Justice in this world, something should have happened.

But it wasn't. I was no pure of heart hero, and my knight in shining armour was nobody more than a tired, scared woman who'd pushed herself too far. Perhaps… Perhaps it was all I could do to sit beside her and hope.

I settled down next to her, running my fingers through her hair. It was matted to hell and back, but I had all the time in the world to detangle it. Not-Athena wouldn't come back here, not so soon, not when it had plenty of prey to pursue.

How were we gonna get out of this one? Was this how all the monsters in the labyrinth were born? From rude, self-obsessed little girls? From the corpses of their soft-hearted boyfriends? From the tears of an old man who had never wanted to care so much?

My tears were silent, landing on the knees I had pressed against my chest. My stomach ached. My mouth was dry from screaming and heaving and all the other vile things my day had been occupied with.

I wanted to go off and find some food, some water, some relief. I had chosen this hidey-hole well, even if I rarely visited it. I knew of a leaky pipe with semi-clean water, and a little stash of only slightly rusted cans of beans. But I couldn't leave Mrin. Not when she was like this.

The part of me that had truly hardened itself to the world told me to get up and walk away. It was sensible. I didn't know how to help her. I was no magician or wizard, to cure wounds caused by magic (or what I presumed to be magic, at least). I was only a useless little boy, who hadn't saved anyone, though he'd dedicated his life to it.

Some Doc I was.

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erial-c · 7 months ago

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my top ten redacted boys (because i am but a bandwagoner of trends)

1. sam - took me a bit to like him ( haven't even finished his playlist yet) but god his character hurts me, he and darlin have gone through so much shit . the video talking about the future with your vampire mate basically sealed the deal on him being my favorite character, and after reading one of the bright eyes series transcripts, it makes me even more interested in his character . (and his southern accent may or may not have awakened something in me)

2. avior - is it obvious i like tragic characters yet . his series is one of the first ones i've listened to fully, and the chokehold that the plot twist had on me was insane . the realization that he had loved starlight so much that he deus ex machina'd them out of the hellscape, and then was silently YEARNING when they were pulled back . i was sobbing you don't understand officer. also love his early sarcastic personality (despite it being a facade) and his constant need to wax poetic, i wish we still saw a little bit of that in his newer audios though

3. guy - ohh the love of my life . the only comfort character ever . babygirl . he does exude millennial cringe sometimes but i can gloss over all that because i love him 🫶🫶🫶 also love his dynamic with honey they r so cute together . his flashback audio is so good AUGGHH the tension . personal favorite audio of him though is his first sick video , because i am THE guy angst enthusiast and it's the closest i'll ever get to it . he is sooo silly idc i always binge his playlist when i can't sleep (ironically i always listen to the one where he attempts to help honey sleep and it works 🫶)

4. lasko - babygirl #2 🤞🤞🤞 love him he is just an overall sweet character . i've also said this before but, him being labelled early on as submissive irked me because i usually found those character tropes annoying and they tended to be infantilized . but the thing is with lasko its not his entire characterization , he's still a very good professor at the academy and ughhhqhh i know how 2explain it i jst love him (also. his slip up in the hot boi summer audio. he is freaky .)

5. geordi - his and cutie's story is so interesting . i love their storyline so much even if it hurts to listen to the audios . they're both flawed characters in a relationship but they're still taking the necessary steps to be better. additionally, while i definitely don't stand for the shit cutie did, i can relate to them in the sense of needing to know what people are thinking to function properly, which is probably another reason why geordi and his storyline hits so close to my heart . (is that corny. maybe)

6. asher - one of the reasons im in the fandom tbh !! he's one of the first characters i got into, specifically his valenweek flashback audio i ate that shit up . . i don't listen to him that much now but still !!! i owe me being here to his character lol

7. hush - creature/babygirl . i was kinda intimidated to listen to his playlist (for god's sake his title is "mysterious stranger") but ohhhh i love him he is so strange. tying doc up in one video and then asking them to hold his hand a few videos later??? love that . him showing up in carpe deus and fucking wrecking vega kinda sealed it for me . love theorizing about him too, if that's not obvious 🫶

8. porter - when i heard the voice that this character had. i can't even explain to you what my reaction was . he's such a fucking diva i love it so much , this guy is like 80% snark, and he just fucks with vincent for no reason .(when he said he was gonna bring treasure to the summit but didn't 😭) he's also so interesting . while ya he was sent to go to the summit and assassinate a clan king (which he succeeded in) he told sweetheart about the bennets discussing their partnership with closeknit so they could get necessary info, he provided an alibi for vincent, he also stopped grilling sam when darlin told him to . (also his 2nd video with treasure . killed me tbh)

9. marcus - not proud to admit that marcus is the first character i came across on erik's channel . marcus is weirdo number 1 (derogatory) and i just find his storyline so interesting. yeah its sad why he did what he did, but overall he knew what he was doing , he fucked everyone else over, and compromised a project, of which the failure could mean life and death, just because he wanted to get freaky with the robot . his obsession and little impulse control being overrun by the asset's obsession with him. GOD . . the satisfaction i felt when he was taken away 🫶

10. caller - weirdo (compliment) . again as a horror enthusiast i love this guy . he's like ghostface but if ghostface could phase through walls/was already in your house (and also weird and obsessive) . his audio made me have the same reaction when watching horror content : "holy shit i love this but also i hate this" 10/10 . he's only last because he has one (1) video . 💔

honorable mention:

gavin - GAVIN LOVE OF MY LIFFEEEE . i really did wanna put him on my list but i haven't listened to the freelancer series properly yet!!!! this is not a matter of him being my least favorite but rather not knowing much about him in depth yet !!!!

#this took way to long #but i had to #i have a few hot takes #because i am interested in the weird characters #is it obvious #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fandom

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vacationcalendar · 2 years ago

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1/19/22 (re-upload)

this journal entry apparently didn’t make it into the actual blog, just as a notepad doc that’s been sitting on my desktop for a year... Anyway, since I’m Marie Kondo-ing everything within arms reach of me, I figured I’d place it in the proper channel now; even if it is literally over a year too late O_O ENJOY

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hokey pokey, today I've been inspired to try and actually Write something (notice the capital dubya). I'm going to write something for TFL today. And this is a fun little trick I do to constantly trip me up and prevent me from ever making anything for the book. What I do is go, I'd like to write something; and then at that point I go, but what do I write? And I look around and I'm like, I don't have the story broken yet. I don't know where these characters end up, or what I want their arcs to be (outside of their own self-actualization, I guess?). So then I go, okay well let's write in the form of DREAMING up things to happen in the story. And then I start like daydreaming, and then I drift away from the topic, because of course I do. And then it's over; you can rinse and repeat that forever. Every now and then I'll think of SOMETHING, something that would be cool to happen, it's usually a tiny beat inside a story beat that I had already decided on, but it's not nothing. But then it's so small that I don't think that I have to write it down, because again, I'm not at the sit and write it down phase; I've still got Act 3 to settle.

So here I am. It's all fucked. I was reading Lonesome Dove and so many times I noticed how many goddamn paragraphs were dedicated to just being like, "the sun hung in the air and prairie stretched out seemingly endlessly. It was crisp in the morning but now it was hot. The cattle grazed as they pleased, and the dense brush north of the Brazos had begun to grow thin." And it was 300% more detailed and it just kept going, and the book never got tired of having it's characters look up and just take in the environment around them. Everyone in the book was so fucking keen to just pick up their head and give the weather report. And I was just like, this fucking sucks. It's boring to read, it would be nightmarishly boring to write. It's like Larry McMurtry transported himself into the town and looked around and was like, okay I have to write down everything I see. And then he proceeded to do it literally hundreds of times. That sounds exhausting. Can you even imagine like, going to the library and researching what it looked like in Kansas in 1859 or whatever? Fuck. I'd give up on that so quickly. But I'm looking at that and I'm thinking, that's gonna be so important to my story, to see such beautiful scenes of nature and architecture; even if I personally don't really give a shit about that. I've got to make people feel like they're there as much as I can. I want them to sense danger. To appreciate the ocean. And that has to be a conscious effort on my part. I've got to give them enough details about Ethery that they can picture what's happening and be impressed by it.

But let"s be clear, this is my book and I will write what is true to me. I'm not going to flood pages with shit I wouldn't want to read ever. The book will never get written if that's the case. So if I'm determined to give the book the definition and detail it needs, I'm going to keep the characters eyes directed at stuff that's worth seeing. I'm going to gloss over shit they gloss over. And they're going to gloss over the small stuff. Weaver is not going to pour over every nook and cranny of the hold aboard the Franz Lion. I can see a scenario wear Weaver is bored one day, and in his boredom he kind of scans over everything in the room he's in. Because that will be boring, and you the reader will be bored a bit by it aswell. But I will be able to wield that feeling of boring to my advantage, but using it as break from exciting things. I will not do it for no reason. If Weaver's not going to remember it, I'm not going to give the audience a chance to even try.

So today, my plan is to try and get from start to finish the scene where Weaver is interrogated by Captain Ettis and subsequently invited to his crew. I'll end when I get to the part where the captain tells him that whether Weaver knows it or not, he's a Wind Etherist (gotta get a better name, man. Maybe just Ether? It's so goddamn close to Bender, it's no good. Maybe a Cloud Atlas. Is that anything already? Atlas in all honestly doesn't sound bad at all. A Wind Atlas. An Earth Atlas. A Lightning Atlas. Fire Atlas. Death Atlas, Life Atlas. Holy shit, did we just figure out our word? See, *this* is why you sit down to write. It can be messy, but it's work. And sometimes the work pays off).

So the exercise ends when Captain Ettis reveals that although Weaver might not know it, he's got the blood of a Wind Atlas. Fuck, I really like it. I don't see any problems with it. Boom! There's one more thing off the to-do list. Only infinity to go! Obviously parts of this writing exercise will differ from say, the excerpt from the actual book. This is written with only the hint of context from outside this chapter, rather than actual concrete context before and after. Certain details will be subject to change. Certain thoughts and actions from the characters may be added later to benefit the larger narrative. But we are going to write this *as though* it were extracted from the book proper. We are not writing this as though it were a standalone piece. I do like to think that when we were done, it could then be read as a standalone piece, and that the audience would be able to understand what details were being omitted because they had in theory been explained prior, and what details were meant to be expounded after the events of the, snippet? Excerpt? The individual chapter. What I'm saying is that the context that this is Chapter 7 of a 50 chapter story would be all that the reader needed to parse the story that they are being handed in this scenario. The questions they leave with should simply be good questions that the book/I have full intentions on answering. If the reader has other questions that I would have assumed were answered WITHIN the chapter they just read, that should seen a shortcoming of the piece. That right there is the only constraint I will put upon this exercise. I don't need to describe Weaver or the boat or explain how he got there, I just need to put the scene I have in my head to words.

Fuck me. This is already a lot of writing for someone who thought he'd just sit down and get started. I kinda want a break lol. Part of me is more impressed with what I've got so far, because I filled out a voice memo of this scene last night in bed already, although I didn't actually record it. That's the main reason I chose to do this this morning. I've got the dialogue fresh in my head. Or at least a version of the dialogue.

Ok so, I actually am going to take a break. But mark my words, I will not sleep until I have sat right here and finished what I set out to accomplish. This right here, is all gravy. I'm eating my gravy before I eat my vegetables. Perfectly reasonable. And this break I'm about to take is my dessert. Generally less advisable to eat that one before the vegetables. But I'm bound to a vow to eat the veggies. Vow beats veggies every time. Hell, I like veggies for the most part. And let's be honest, it wouldn't be authentic to my true self if I made progress on this book with any sense of diligence or professionalism. I'm a lazy bum, but at this point in my life, an honest one.

K, brb.

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dr-mechano · 2 years ago

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Okay! So.

I reblogged an earlier iteration of this post from before rollflasher responded. As a result, woodchip reblogged that reblog, which doesn’t have rollflasher’s response.

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to respond to rollflasher’s post first.

Later, I will separately reblog woodchip’s response and respond to that as well. Sorry for forking the original post in two separate directions like this, but you can see a detailed history of all the reblogs for easier viewing in the notes section.

Anyway, my response to rollflasher is below the break!

“I think I already pointed this out before, but Eggman is a character that for years has struggled to be taken seriously as a villain since the 2000s really did his character dirty, as the doctor was constantly upstaged by other villains and was softened, giving the impression that he’s not really that much of a threat or even a bad guy. This greatly damaged the character’s reputation and it doesn’t help that Eggman is not a conventionally “cool” villain, so it’s hard to make this notion of him fade away.”

So, here’s the thing. I half-agree with this.

I’ve been a long-time vocal critic of the way Eggman was portrayed in most of the 2000s. From being locked up in a closet in Heroes, to being karate-chopped to death by Shadow, to kind of meandering around and not doing much of consequence in 06, to having an otherwise solid showing in Unleashed capped off with being flung away shouting “WHY MEEEEE?!” It was a rough decade for the Doc, and I’m no fan of him being constantly upstaged.

Which is why I welcomed the Colors era with open arms. Yeah! Colors was basically a Genesis-style plot in 3D. And Eggman was not only the main villain, but his personality just oozed out of every corner of the game! The amusement park was great, the PA announcements were great, his banter with Orbot and Cubot was great. Great showing all-around.

I loved the games that followed as well; Generations had him actually tame the giant cosmic monster instead of it betraying him! Lost World had him wrangle the final boss spot back from the Zeti, and even gave him badass moments like punching down a wall and displaying impressive acrobatics while saving Tails.

I will admit to being underwhelmed by Forces. Not because I disliked its premise, but because I felt its premise was largely squandered. You’re gonna give us a game where Eggman finally conquers the world, and not cover it from top to bottom in golden Eggman statues, Eggman’s face in neon lights, and other egotistical propaganda? You’re not gonna show us what society under Eggman’s rule is actually like, at all? I mean, I appreciate him getting a win and still being the main villain, but... I do feel like this particular approach glossed over many of the things that make Eggman so special. It’s the one Pontaff story that didn’t wow me, and it’s a shame it was their last.

Nonetheless, I think you get the picture; I disliked most of his portrayal in the 2000s, and quite liked most of his portrayal in the 2010s. I’m not the usual sort of fan you’re used to debating with, who tend to be a lot more anti-Pontaff and pro-dark age.

Now, with that said, “upstaged by other villains” and “softened” are two different things, and I only disliked the former. I feel like giving Eggman a bit of a soft side is fine. I liked it even. I’ve viewed him as a fundamentally complex man, with at least some noble qualities, ever since SA2 - a game that, despite depriving him of final boss status, is still an appearance that I’d call quite respectful of the doctor’s character. He’s playable, he’s depicted as cunning and competent, and he gets some added characterization that fleshes him out a bit. All good things in my opinion.

“Taking that into consideration, the worst thing you can do with a character like that is trying to make them more sympathetic, because it will kill his credibility as an evil villain quickly and surely enough, it took only one game to go back to the Sonic X days of softening Eggman.”

I feel like there’s nothing for me to really argue with here.

This is purely subjective, and in my opinion, making Eggman sympathetic has nothing to do with how credible he is as a villain. I’ve always seen Eggman as at least a little sympathetic, and I’ve always thought he was an incredible villain at the same time. The two do not contradict each other in my mind.

[Replying to the selection of internet comment screenshots on Eggman.]

Now, some of the comments you posted speculated, even hoped for, outright redemption for Eggman. This is not what I want, nor expect.

I’ve posted before that I am not worried about Eggman being redeemed, and in fact believe that Eggman’s father arc proves that - since he’s not sociopathic or incapable of love - he’s in fact far more culpable for the evil things he does.

Like, yeah, I get it. Some internet commenters lack the nuance to differentiate between a sympathetic villain and a villain who’s on a redemption arc; Eggman is the former, but will never be the latter. It helps that Sage herself isn’t exactly “good” either; She knows every evil deed Eggman’s ever committed, and is steadfastly loyal to him anyway.

“The fandom was sick of Eggman as a final boss and made memes about how lame he was compared to the monsters of the week final bosses of the older games. The fandom for years tried to paint Eggman in a more sympathetic light. Seeing comments glad that Eggman now is more like Bowser and lots of people praising this potrayal doesn’t make me think they take Eggman seriously as a villain, instead they still think of him as a joke, they just take seriously the idea of the doctor being nice.”

Again, these are very different thoughts.

Am I sick of Eggman being the final boss? Hell no. I love Eggman as the final boss and main villain. Yeah, he doesn’t have to fill that role in every game, but it should still be often. It should still be a regular occurrence, as Sonic’s archenemy.

But do I see Eggman in a more sympathetic light? Hell yes. I always have. Frontiers doesn’t make me suddenly view Eggman more sympathetically; It vindicates the views I’ve held for over two decades now. But as you can see, I’m not someone who wants to shunt Eggman aside as the villain. I love him as the villain. I want him to remain the villain. A sympathetic and likable villain, sure, but a competent and capable villain as well.

Do I think of Eggman as a joke? Again, absolutely not. I think of him as funny, yes. I think of him as consistently being the most entertaining character in the entire Sonic franchise, even. But him being funny doesn’t make him a “joke.” Him being sympathetic or nuanced doesn’t make him a “joke.” Why would it? Are the only villains that are worth taking seriously the ones who have zero redeeming qualities? I don’t think so. I think Eggman can be, and is, an effective villain while also having some admirable traits.

“I hope I explained this in the nicest way possible since I don’t want a mean-spirited discussion either.”

No worries, you’re good. I don’t agree with a lot of what you’re saying, but you’re definitely not being mean or unreasonable about it.

I’m enjoying talking about this, for what it’s worth.

Woodchip, I’ll get to your response next!

"Sure, Eggman saving Tails from Orbot in Colors was uncharacterisically nice… but you’re not going to use an example from a game written by Pontaff[...] You would be consistent, right?" Hi there! I did just that; I wrote a post called "Eggman has always had redeeming qualities" that does cite that! (He actually saved Tails from Cubot in Lost World, but I get what you mean.) I like both Pontaff and Flynn! Pontaff brought final-boss Eggman back to 3D Sonic, which I liked along with Flynn's Eggdad.

Oh, hello! I have read your post :)

(ignore the typo lmao, yes I meant Lost World)

It's well written, but I disagree on a few fronts.

Eggman saved Sonic from the lava in Underground Zone, but I doubt that it comes from the goodness of his heart. At best, you can see it as Eggman wanting Sonic to die by his own hands - why would he place him in the pit where the Mecha Antlion rests? He wants his creation to kill his archnemesis. At worst, he knows that Sonic by that point should have a Chaos Emerald, so he won't take any chance.

Eggman doesn't want the world destroyed, that much is true. This is why Gerald's actions horrify him, and why the pedestal on which he put his grandfather broke in SA2. But it's because he wants to conquer the world for himself: he says as much in the cutscene before Sky Troops in ShTH. I also really wouldn't want to use Eggman's portrayal in that game to prove Eggman's best qualities: there is a whole path where Eggman takes delight in gaslighting Shadow for his own amusement, one of the few instances where he personally harms someone.

Speaking of which, while in English he implies that he cares about humanity's value, he's vaguer in Japanese: "He sold the planet's future for his own research results!?". Again, fits better with the idea that he wants the planet for himself.

And while on the subject, @colony-drop-program broke down the part where Eggman confesses the truth to Shadow during the Devil Doom battle much better than I ever could.

Eggman feeding Mr. Pickle is the bare minimum. Of course he'd need him alive, well and cooperative. Also, you mention Tails being kidnapped in S2 8-bit, but what about the fact that the bad ending is often interpreted as Eggman killing Tails? Technically it's not canon, but then again, the canonicity of the 8-bit games in general is up to debate.

Finally, my whole gripe with Eggdad is not that Eggman is a whole ass heartless monster straight from hell, or that being a dad is incompatible with being a villain. I also saw your post about how Eggdad makes Eggman more contemptible because he can understand love, he just doesn't care, which yea, in a vacuum, I agree with you. But I think Eggman developing nurturing qualities for an AI is OOC, for him, because no single positive trait of his would lead to him thinking of an AI as a daughter in an affectionate way, and there is proof upon proof of the opposite, Eggman mistreating his own creations and treating them as disposable, no matter how humanoid. Eggman being proud of the complexity of his creation? Absolutely, that is in character. Eggman going on an ego trip over how he created something very similar to life with his own hands, as one of the Egg Memoes says? Yep, also makes sense. Eggman getting emotional over the death of Sage? Unlikely, and also cheap since he was immediately able to recreate her from scratch, memories and all. It doesn't help that in the game itself, the two don't really... bond? Eggman spends most of his time bitching to Sage that he wants to get out. Besides, the fandom has already reduced Eggman to a softie, just like in the good Sonic X days, and not really considering the complexity of a fatherly villain - it doesn't help that Eggman does literally nothing in the game, let alone something evil, except for laughing at Sonic's comatose state. I have... a lot of problems with Eggman in Frontiers, and Eggdad was the last straw.Fun fact: Eggman's "feminist" trait is not present in the Japanese manual of Sonic Heroes, but it proves your point in a different way. Here's the page coming from this archived version:

As the name suggests, he's an evil genius scientist with a body like an egg. He boasts an IQ of 300 and he's an authority on robotics.

Although he is an evil genius scientist, he loves world domination, probably because of his childish personality. Despite failing many times in the past, he comes up with a larger-scale world domination operation every time!

Sonic, who always gets in his way, is truly his eternal nemesis. However, deep down in his heart, there seems to be a part of him that holds him in high regard, and he has a diligent side, to the point that he goes out of his way to send a letter of challenge.

I don't understand why the bio makes Eggman sounds like he has feelings for Sonic, but I swear that that's what "憎からず思っている" means, you can look it up :V and this exact description was recycled for Origins lmao. So, if you want to prove that Eggman is not completely rotten, there you go, he holds Sonic dear in his heart apparently!

And I agree that there is really no pragmatic reason why Eggman saved Tails in Lost World, and I do like his "I'm a complicated guy" line :)

I understand your stance, and you explained it well, especially in the more recent post. If I have to accept Eggdad, I'll definitely accept him as an hypocritical figure who only cares about his creation but won't extend the same empathy to the children he's trying to kill :P in any case, I appreciate that you came to me in a civil tone despite our divergences, it's not to take for granted ^^ obviously if you like both Pontaff and Flynn my snarky remark does not apply to you, I was talking about the ones who are very biased.

#Eggman #Robotnik #Opinion

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motleyfam · 2 years ago

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hey! so its 4am and ive just finished my, um... fifth(?) reread of world's saddest breakfast club and like! aaahhhh!!!

do u got abything to tell us abt this story? like sbt the writing proccess or things u thought that did not make it in or hc or anything really. i dont have a question exactly, just wanted to hear you talk about it. im a bit. well. obssesed.

Oooh cool question! I definitely do!

World's Saddest Breakfast Club: Fun Facts

The opening line is a result of me angsting to @batmoniker about how I couldn't figure out how to start my fic, and her jokingly being like "I got you, bro. Ready? 'It was a dark and stormy night'" and then me just being stubborn and committing to the bit.

The story started with a vague idea of "everyone in the kitchen at 3am for different reasons and Jason channeling his inner short order cook." All I knew going in was the order I wanted people to appear, what was wrong with them (sick, hurt, insomnia, etc) and what food Jason would be making for them. Everything else I made up as I went.

If I could go back and change one thing about this fic, I'd reduce how long Jason was kidnapped to like, 6-8 days, max. 16 days seemed funny when I wrote it, but in hindsight, I feel like he'd be a little more fucked up in the story if he were really escaping from that many days of captivity lmao

I headcanon Dick as the kind of person who straight-up forgets to eat when he's preoccupied, and Jason as the kind of person who cannot FATHOM this concept. Jason absolutely will miss a meal if the situation calls for it, don't get me wrong, but he's aware the entire time he's doing it and it makes him super antsy. (This once turned into A Thing™ when Jason was like, 13 years old and staying with Dick for the weekend for some brotherly bonding and Dick forgot about lunch and by 5pm, Jason maybe sorta kinda had a minor panic attack about it. Dick was a lot more mindful of that moving forward)

Bruce's favorite food being lobster thermidor is a reference to the Lego Batman movie

I wrote this whole fic with Julia Child's recipe pulled up in one tab and my google doc in the other

At some point I realized that since I started with fresh lobsters, I was going to have to write Jason killing them, and it derailed me so hard that the fic nearly became about meatloaf instead. (Never mind the fact that Jason canonically kills human beings — that's totally fine. I just draw the line at him killing lobsters 😰)

(in the end I just kinda glossed over it and made sure they were already cooked before Damian appeared so I wouldn't have to address it 😬)

Dick's reoccurring shoulder injury is a reference to the DCAU where I swear that man has dislocated his shoulder/injured his arm at least 4x

The line about Tim being allergic/throwing up when he eats eggs was inspired by a line in chap 11 of @goldkirk's fic Hymn, which I've reread about 37x

Jason is correct— grits are fucking delicious and definitely not baby food.

My favorite line is "Okay there’s self-sacrificial bullshit, and then there’s whatever the fresh hell that is."

The idea for Cass being a big meat-eater comes from a comic panel where Steph offers her a plate of rice and beans and Cass says she needs meat and starts mischievously eying Steph's hamster. Can't find the panel to save my life, but I promise it's out there.

EDIT: finally found it!

Steph's nickname of "Zombie Boy" for Jason is borrowed from @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum series (which is a fucking masterpiece, btw)

This fic was gonna be called "Creatures of the Night" until batmoniker said Steph's line made for a better title

Several people have asked me whether Jason was really cooking Bruce's lobster to spite him, or if he was actually intending to make it for him all along. The answer is... both? Like Jason's kind of an unreliable narrator in that he's trying to convince himself that he's just doing what he's doing to be a little shithead when deep down it's all stemming from his need to take care of his family, you know? Like he'll never admit it, but that's where his heart is at.

To everyone who's asked for a part 2 where the family finds out Jason was kidnapped, I'm gonna be honest: the main reason I don't think I'm ever going to write that scene is because I can't come up with a good enough joke for him to make to accidentally out himself 💀

#thank you so much for asking!#you're super sweet and I'm so glad you enjoyed the story

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fxlling13 · 2 years ago

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What you deserve.

13 x fem reader

Warnings: smut, violence???

Synopsis: the doctor takes you to a party. However, you see something that makes you not so happy.

"A party?" Anyone could hear the questioning tone in yasmines voice. Though, I couldn't blame her as both Dan and I were just as confused.

"Not just any party. A royal wedding." The doctor sounded extremely enthusiastic about her idea and whilst it sounded great, our plans usually turned south.

"How do we know a bunch of sontarons won't ambush us mid event?" Accent strong, Dan crossed his arms, his brows raised in skepticism.

"Well you could always bring your wok?" It was hard not to laugh at yazs' comment and he sent a glare her way.

"Hey, this event is fixed. Meaning nothing will change." She told us, leaning on the console with confidence.

"And that's definite?" I asked, looking at her with amusement. Mouth scrunching up slightly, the doc huffed.

"Ninety-nine point nine, nine ni-"

"OK ok! We'll go!" Dan laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. Jumping up, the doctor ran around, flicking levers and pushing buttons. Eventually, the ship took off with the engines whirring powerfully. Watching from the side, I admired the blonde as she piloted her ship with ease. The look of concentration on her face, her slender hands taking control of the situation so easily and the way her tongue poked out the corner of her-

"Nice view?" Flinching from the sudden voice, my head shot left and I saw yaz trying not to laugh. Growing embarrassed that I had been caught, I cleared my throat and tried to look inconspicuous.

"I'm just, watching how to do it, kinda." My failed attempt at a smooth recovery only resulted in her cackling quietly.

"Oh stop it. You don't have to pretend. Anyone can see it." Blinking at the taller, my eyes shot left to right.

"See what?"

"That your pining after her." Dan suddenly appeared on my other side and I groaned in frustration.

"I'm that obvious?" They looked at each other and shared a look of agreement.

"To us you are. She's either really oblivious or just pretending not to see it." Taking in her words, I peered back over to the doctor and saw her inputing some details into the console.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Sighing, I shook my head and looked at Dan sadly.

"Theres no point."

"Well why not?" Before I could respond to him, the doctor came bounding over to our little huddle.

"You're all very quiet, sharing secrets?" None of us replied, looking around her with big eyes and sealed lips. After a minute of silence, she shrugged and broke out into a smile.

"Never mind. We'll land soon, go get ready and we'll meet back here in fifteen minutes." Shocked, we looked at each other.

"What's the dress code?" Yaz was wary, not wanting to be too over or too under dressed.

"Elegant, black tie? Go with that."

After rifling through the wardrobe, that was naturally installed within the tardis, I decided on a short, silky, sky blue dress. With matching Mary Jane heels. Very cute, classy but all dressy. There was a lace panel just below the bust which, was slightly low cut. It fell just above my mid-thigh and I finished it off with a pendant. In all honesty, I wasn't the most confident and it felt as though I genuinely looked disgusting. Maybe it was all in my head but hey, I couldn't fix that view myself. Brushing the cherry gloss across my lips, I added a spray of perfume before heading back out to the console room. No one else was there yet, just me. I was thankful for that and stood next to the console, grazing my hand over the miniature tardis figure that spun round at any mention of danger. Letting out a sound of recognition, I beamed up at the sentient space ship. Footsteps echoed from a distant hallway and they were drawing closer, quickly.

"I do not remember these being this difficult, where did my elastic one go? I swear this ship will be the death...of...me." The doctors words faded out as she stepped into the room. Golden eyes landed on my figure and I suddenly became even more self conscious. For a moment we stared at each other. My eyes wondered over her body without me even realising. She was wearing loose black pants the cinched in at the waist. A cream shirt was tucked in, not so neatly but then again, this was the doctor. The top three buttons were undone and a black tie, yet to be fastened, hung round her neck. Of course, she wore a long, ebony suit jacket to finish it off. Clearly, she loved that style. Finally, the doctor moved and walked up to me.

"You look-" She paused, looking me up and down several times.

"Awful?" I finished for her, giving off an awkward laugh and gazing down at the ground. Brows furrowed, the blonde reached up and ran her fingers through my long hair.

"I was going to say beautiful." Blushing, I think you could see the disbelief written on my face by the look she gave me.

"I'll give hell to anyone who tells you otherwise." Grinning at me, I felt myself relaxing somehow. Gaining a little confidence, I took her hand from my head and held it between us.

"You scrub up nicely doctor." Suprised at my compliment, a small smirk settled on her lips. Now my attention was on them, a thought came to mind.

"Actually doctor, would you like some lip gloss?" Taking a step back, she thought for a moment before nodding. So, I moved away and went back to collect it.

Once I had returned, the others were waiting now as well. They looked just as fancy and smiled at me once I'd appeared. Yaz saw what I was holding and nudged Dan slightly so he'd notice as well.

"Hey doctor, we'll land us okay?" The doctor looked up and saw me, nodding at them once she did. Pulling me off to the side, I could faintly hear them arguing about who was in control. Obviously yaz.

"Want me to fix your tie first?" I offered, seeing as it was still undone.

"Oh, yes please." Handing her the gloss, I began to button up her shirt. Ignoring the way my fingers brushed against her collar bones, I swallowed down my nerves. I was so close to her and her scent surrounded me. Old books and custard creams. She was gazing down at me with a slight intensity, a power we all knew she possessed. Taking hold of the material, I began to knot it correctly and pull it into a tie. Straightening it out, my hands ran down her front tentivley so that it looked presentable.

"Sorry." I spoke quietly, nervous she'd feel invaded or exposed.

"Its quite alright love." My head shot up, only to see a smug expression on her face. Had she been looking at me like that the whole time? Raising her hand, she handed me back the pastel tube before I had time to think. Opening it up, I began to apply a thin layer to her lips with precision. Though, I was shaking slightly. Luckily, I got it done neatly.

"There, all done."

"You know, there was another way I could of gotten some." The doctor said casually. Confused, I looked up at her until it clicked. Maybe. Surely she didn't mean-

"After all, you've got enough on to share." Not giving me any time to recover, she bounced back over to the controls just in time for us landing. Collecting myself, I went over to the small group.

"So, I think we should stick together?" The doctor suggested, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Yaz looked at me with an expression I couldn't read before linking arms with dan.

"I'll go with dan, have fun!" She practically dragged him out, not giving us any choice in the matter. Turning to me, the doctor held out her hand and I took it instantly. Together, we walked out of the tardis and into the biggest ballroom I'd ever seen. There were golden pillars in each corner of the octagonal shaped room. A large window was in the centre so we had a veiw of the universe outside. It wad beautiful. She lead me over to a quieter corner, where we could watch people dancing, interacting and other celebrations going on.

"I'll go get us drinks alright, stay here." Nodding at her, the taller strolled across the room and over to, what looked to be, a bar. There was a male behind the counter, with orange skin and spikes for hair. The place was full of a variety of aliens, including myself I supposed. To them at least, humans were the aliens. Glancing up, I immediately saw how the man had taken hold of her hand and they seemed to be laughing together. She looked really happy. Of course. Why did it even cross my mind that she'd want me. A stupid little human who follows her every call because, why? Because I fell in love at first sight and I can't tell my pathetic heart how to behave. Seeing him lean in closer, I grew angry and balled up my fists. I didn't need to see this. Turning my back to the scene, I took a deep breath and rubbed my face harshly. Stupid, stupid,stupid.

"Hey. Sorry that took a while." The doctors voice came from behind me.

"Everything okay?" Snatching the drink from her, I spoke more harshly than intended.

"Absolutely perfect." Eyes widening, I ignored the doctors startled look and tool a sip of my drink. I think she began to explain what it was but I wasn't listening. He was still looking at her. Why was he staring at her? Gripping onto my glass so tightly, a few people around us gasped once it shattered in my hold. The doctor apologised before giving me a stern look.

"What's the matter?" Not saying anything, she grew impatient and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my protests, she pulled me out into the corridor so we were alone.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Theres nothing wrong!" I yelled in defence, finding the carpet particularly interesting to look at. All of a sudden, her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. Now trapped between her and the tapestry, I had no choice but to see her face. It made me cringe internally, begging myself not to blush or give it away.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What's going on?" Tone demanding, I pressed my lips together in resilience. Nothing could make me tell her, it would ruin everything. Once she found out, things would be awkward and- Every thought I had melted away as I felt her lips press against my own rather roughly. Nevertheless, I kissed back instantly, body practically reduced to putty. It was intense, we moulded together perfectly. I could feel each one of my defenses dropping. Sadly, she pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Tell me." Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Surely if she did that, the feeling had to be mutual. Or was she just that cruel?

"He was flirting with you. And you looked happy about it." Letting go of my shoulders, I slumped down as the doctor looked thoroughly confused.

"What are you- oh. You mean, the bartender?" She questioned, gazing at me with intent. Nodding, I sniffled slightly and hugged myself for comfort.

"He was touching you and you were laughing." Cupping my cheeks, the doctor lifted my head and gave me the most heartfelt smile I'd ever seen.

"What am I going to do with you huh?" Bewildered, i tilted my head in her hold. Much to my pleasure, she pulled me in for another kiss which I reciprocated immediately. My arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer. Our bodied were pressed against each other, no room remaining. Unfortunately, I had to breath so it was cut much too short for my liking.

"It was you. Always you. I don't care about anyone else, especially not a man." Hearing her confession, I threw myself at her and held on tightly. I'd been dreaming of hearing that for months. Encircling my waist with her arms, she lifted me with ease and pressed my back onto the wall once again. Pulling back from the hug, I stared down at her (due to now being at a higher level).

"So, you get jealous easily?" Rolling my eyes, I huffed a little.

"I had every right to be. He was all over you." Smirking, the doctor tutted playfully.

"Less of the attitude." Feeling challenged, I tangled my hand in the tie, pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her lips at the sudden movement and cut of oxygen. My legs wrapped round her waist to add fuel to fire.

"Or what doctor?"

"You really wanna know?" Her voice was an octave lower as she mumbled against my lips. Instead if a verbal response, I just nod and tried not to seem too disappointed when she put me down. However, she did intertwine our fingers and drag me along until we got back to the tardis. I barely had time to process her flipping a switch as I found myself being taken into her room and the door slammed behind us. Sitting herself down on the bed, she pat her lap expectantly. Not needing to be told twice, I straddled her thighs and wasted no time in accepting her invitation of another kiss. Our tongues clashed as I pushed the coat off of her shoulders. Throwing it off to the side, the doctors hands wandered across my body and up my chest.

"Dont think I didn't notice how you were looking at me." She stated, beginning to kiss down my neck.

"Or the way you felt me up." All I could do was hum in response as she nipped at the skin, proceeding to leave adequate size marks in her path. Pulling on her tie, it came loose enough for me to rip it off. As her fingers fumbled with the zipper of my dress, we parted ways to catch our breaths. The dress fell from shoulders, leaving my front exposed. I felt myself turn red from this, the doctor was staring intensely. To distract myself from this, I wrapped the tie round the back of her neck and jerked her forward rather aggressively. All she did was chuckle in response, hands crawling up my front and her forehead pressing against my own. Finding my hips, she sat me on her left thigh. Getting impatient, I trailed kisses down her neck, settling at the crook of her neck and biting down gently. The doctor groaned quietly, digging her nails into the now exposed flesh of my hips. When did she lift my dress? That didn't matter, all I was focused on was marking up the side of her neck. At some point, she had begun to rock my hips backwards and forwards. The motion elected a moan from me and I could tell she was smirking. Trying to focus, I searched blindly for the buttons on her shirt and practically tore them apart.

"Now, now love. Don't be too hasty." Ignoring her words, I hurled the garment across the room but froze suddenly. The doctor had grabbed my wrists, causing me to look at her expectantly.

"I said, slow down. Relax." Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arms round her neck and smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she laughed and released my hands. Kissing my lips softly, I barely had enough time to register the doctor operating my hips again. My moans were swallowed down as the kiss grew more intense. Pathetically, I whimpered, my head falling down against her shoulder. Grip becoming firmer and the movements harsher.

"Relax, you're doing so well." My heart fluttered at the compliment, nails pressing into her back. Something clicked in her brain and the doctor smiled smugly. Picking up the pace, she spoke smoothly into my ear.

"Such a good girl hm?" Whining, I nod dumbly and bit down on her shoulder. Grunting, the blonde bucked her thigh up and I came suddenly with a cry of her name. It took a minute to catch my breath and the doctor cupped my cheeks lovingly.

"You okay love?" Nodding, I beamed as she kissed my lips repeatedly. I squeaked as she flipped us, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

"Dont relax too much. We're not done here."

Nestled in the dark blue sheets, I watched as the doctor fastened up her boots loosely. Her shirt was only partially done up and her hair wasn't the neatest. Sitting up, I pulled her close and ran my fingers through the blonde locks to make it presentable.

"Dont be too long." Smiling, she leant down to kiss my lips before heading for the door.

"I'll grab yaz and Dan, come back then we'll be off and I'll be right here for as long as you like." She reassured me before disappearing. Sighing happily, I stretched out before hopping up and putting some cosy pyjamas on.

Making her way through the crowded ballroom, the doctor searched around for her companions.

"Where did you disappear off to pretty lady?" Freezing, she turned to see the barman from earlier.

"That's none of your concern." Giving him a polite smile, she went to leave but instead got stopped yet again.

"Oh but I thought we were getting along well?" There was a tone of flirting in his voice and it caused the woman to cringe.

"You thought wrong then, clearly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my friends." Scoffing, the man looked her up and down, taking in her appearance.

"Are your standards that low you fucked an earth worm?" Eyes narrowing, the doctor stepped closer. Tilting her head up towards the creature, she sucked in a shirt breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Come on. I saw you whisk that human away. Why would you even bother with such a lowly species?" The doctor felt her eye twitched but kept her cool up.

"I dont care for your opinions." Giving out a 'tch', it moved forward and grinned, sharp teeth showing.

"And I don't care for the opinions of women. Especially women who mess around with little earth girls." Her jaw clenched, nails digging into her palm. It was never this hard when she was a man. Then, she used to be able to do whatever without complaint.

"Shut your mouth."

"I'd understand if she was a looker. But it was hideous to see. Are you that desperate that you settled for a worthless ug-" having enough, she finally snapped and punched him right across the face. He fell to the floor with a harsh thud, alerting the people around.

"Doctor!" Yaz called out in shock, having just seen the whole thing. Both companions rushed to her side, looking at the man on the ground. The doctor chuckled at his expression, crouching down to his level.

"Sorry, were you saying something about her?" Quickly, he shook his head in hopes of not aggravating her further. Giving off a fake smile, she stood once again.

"Have a good day sir. Come on you two." The doctor was patronising him, she became cheerful once her attention focused in on her friends. Giving them no time to comprehend what just happened, they followed her back to the tardis.

"Doctor? What happened?" Dan asked, eyeing her up and down. Pulling out the tardis key, she looked at them both.

"What do you mean?" She opened the door and walked in, immediately starting up the machine to take off.

"Well for someone who's against violence, that looked pretty, well, violent." He continued, crossing his arms with an accusing look. Once the ship had taken off, the doctor tucked hands away into her pockets and looked between them both.

"Somtimes, people deserve it." She said with a sigh, leaning back against the console. Yaz raised her eyebrows.

"So, what have you been up to?" Rolling her eyes, the blonde waved them off and headed for the corridor.

Upon hearing the door open, I sat up smiling.

"I dont know if you wear pyjamas but I got you some out. Just incase you wanted to." Picking them up, she changed into them. I watched shamelessly. No point in being shy now. Once finished, the doctor climbed into the bed beside me.

"You took a while. Everything okay?" Humming, she slipped her arms round my waist and rested her head on my chest.

"Yes, I just punched someone." Eyes widening, I almost jumped up; if it wasn't for her laying on me.

"You what? Doctor!" I scolded, confused as to why on earth she'd ever do that. First time that we met, she gave us the lecture on never hurting anyone.

"He deserved it. Said some things." Now even more confused, I began to thread my fingers through her short hair.

"What did he say that was so bad you punched him?" I asked, wanting the full picture. This was very unlike her.

"He was talking nonsense. About you mainly. I'm not going to let that happen." Feeling touched, I let out a small laugh then kissed her head.

"I dont deserve you doctor."

"I'm exactly what you deserve."

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Paved with Good Intentions

Pairing: Mike x Miranda Chambers (OFC)

WC 7980 (honestly expected more as it’s 20 friggen pages in Google Docs)

Warnings: Oh jeez, Mike being an asshole, her ex being a dick, smut (sub!Mike, soft dom!Miranda)

@liecastillo @summersong69

The song I reference is this one

She sat in the college library, trying to focus on her paper but a group of friends not far off were making it difficult. They were being loud, disruptive, and generally just a nuisance. She stared daggers at them for a moment before one of them caught her eye and she looked away quickly. Of course, it had been Mike, why wouldn’t it have been Mike. She was digging her phone and headphones out to listen to music when she caught movement and looked up to see him slide into the chair across from her at the table.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hello.” She said, wondering why on earth he was over here talking to her and not with his friends.

“Miranda, right?” He asked and she nodded. “Yeah, you’re in my accounting class.” Another nod. “Listen, uh…there’s a test coming up and I’m gonna flunk it. Bad.” He said, looking down as he started tracing figures on the tabletop with a fingertip.

“Okay?” She asked.

“But, I'm hoping, maybe you could help me out.” He said, turning those blue eyes up at her. “If you could help me study for it, maybe I won’t crash and burn as badly.”

“And how do you know I’m not just as terrible at it?” She asked and he gave her a smile. Seeing his smile never failed to give her chest flutters, and it was even worse now that it was directed at her.

“Oh please, girl like you is probably good at everything.” He said and she gave him a look over the rim of her black glasses. “Please?” He drew the word out, giving her lost puppy dog eyes and she sighed.

“Fine.” She said and the smile was back.

“Sweet!” He said, and reached over, grabbing a spare sheet of paper and her pen, scribbling on it. “Here is my dorm number, I’m in the Wilson building, come by say…8 o’clock? We’ll get a jump on it.”

“Okay.” She said and he gave her another smile before leaving the table and going back over to his friends.

Miranda left her dorm at 745pm for the walk over to his building, having not bothered to change out of her t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that she wore that day, not really seeing any need to. It was a study date, not a date date, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time, and while she didn’t bother putting on any makeup, she did admit to swiping some lightly tinted lip gloss over her lips before leaving. Mike was attractive, and he obviously knew it, flirting with almost every girl he met but she had escaped his notice, or so she had thought. He obviously had noticed her enough to remember that they were in the same class together among all the others.

A quick pause at his door to fix her hair and apply more lip gloss and she raised her hand to knock. It opened almost immediately and he fixed her in place with another smile when he saw her there. He also hadn’t changed out of the clothes he had been wearing that day and she felt some self-affirmation at this.

“Come on in!” He said and moved aside only so much as necessary for her to enter the room, having to brush past him closely, the smell of his cologne making her heart pound.

“So, where do you want to begin?” She asked, after taking a quick peek around his room, seeing the video game and band posters on the walls.

“I thought we could go over the homework we got today, do something we just learned before getting into the harder stuff.” He said as he closed the door.

“I’m not doing your homework for you, Mike.” She said, turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say you were.” He said and turned her back around with hands on her shoulders. “Just that we could start with something recent.” He had nearly whispered this in her ear, causing her to inhale sharply and her cheeks to heat. If he noticed, he didn’t call any attention to it. Down, girl. She stared at him as he moved around her, flopping onto his bed on his stomach and looking at her, propped up on his elbows. He must have sensed her hesitation because he gave her another smile, patting the space next to him. Fine, why not, she thought and set her backpack on the floor by the bed as she laid on it with him, also on her stomach, and unzipped her bag, pulling out the accounting textbook and opening it.

“Okay, let’s start off with the cost of goods sold equation and go from there.” She said and they started going over it. He asked surprisingly intelligent questions and obviously had a grasp of the concept and she was starting to wonder why he needed her help at all.

“Miranda?” He asked and she looked at him, “Have you ever thought about wearing contacts?” He reached over, gently taking her glasses from her face, and the world in the distance went blurry.

“I used to.” She said with a small scowl, taking her glasses back from him and slipping them back on, “But they got to be too much of a nuisance so I stopped.”

“You should think about starting up again.” He said, leaning into her and bumping her shoulder with his and she caught the smell of his cologne again. Looking into his eyes, she noticed that they weren’t entirely blue, he had a block of brown in one of them and she looked away quickly, turning her attention back to the textbook.

“We’re here for accounting, Mike, not my…optometrical--” Was that a word? Yeah, it’s a word. “Needs.”

“I’m just saying,” He started, “Your eyes are way too pretty to hide behind glasses.”

“My eyes are brown, Mike. The color of mud.”

“Nah,” He said, “Chocolate. With just a hint of--” He moved his head around to catch her eyes again. “Is that red? Yeah, your eyes are a dark chocolate red color.”

“I blame my mother and weird genetics.” She said looking away from him, “She has green eyes with bits of red in them.”

“Like I said, they’re pretty.” He leaned into her again with a smile and she didn’t see the way his eyes moved over her, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“Okay, I need to stand up.” She said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my low back is killing me from being in this position too long.”

“Okay, hold on, don’t get up.” He said and slid the textbook away from her, closing it and setting it on the floor. “Relax.”

“What?”

“Just, relax, I’m going to help you with your back.” She didn’t relax, but he pushed up anyway, pulling his legs under him. The first touch against her back made her breathing hitch and her cheeks heated again as he slid his hands under her t-shirt, thumbs moving into the muscle of her low back. Her head hung as he worked into them. “This would be much easier if you relaxed.”

“I am relaxed.”

“No, you’re not.” He said with a small laugh but continued his massage of her back. Her breath hitched again as he pushed his hands further up her back, tracing over her ribs and she felt him touch the clasps to her bra.

“Okay, that’s enough.” She said with a nervous laugh and got off the bed, tugging her shirt straight.

“What?” He asked, still sitting on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I should go.” She said and went to her backpack, shoving the textbook back inside and zipping it closed. He got off the bed and took the backpack from her as she went to pick it up, setting it aside.

“Aww, come on, I thought you liked me.” He said with a smile and her head snapped up to look at him.

“What?”

“Yeah, your friend Janet said you liked me, said you thought I was cute.” Mike said, “She said I should take a shot with you.”

“Did she, now?” Miranda asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, said you hadn’t been with anyone since your last boyfriend and I thought, hey why not, you’re not bad on the eyes and…”

“Oh, okay.” Miranda said, “So that’s why you invited me over here, not to study but to shoot your shot.”

“Yeah, I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else take an interest in you.” Anger boiled up quickly along with gut-wrenching embarrassment.

“So you invited me over for a pity fuck, is that it?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal? We both get something out of it.” She wanted to hit him, oh she wanted to wipe that smile off his face. Instead, she just grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder angrily.

“Good night, Mike.” She ground out and when she opened the door to leave, she saw that he had put a sock on the doorknob facing the hall. That just made her angrier and she slammed the door behind her.

Hot, angry tears fell down her face as she walked quickly back to her building and she wiped them away. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so naïve? Everything he did was now tainted, the smiles, the touching, the compliments.

“Miranda!” She heard behind her, “Miranda, wait!” Gods, he was persistent. “Stop! Wait up!” He grabbed her arm, stopping and turning her around and she ripped it out of his hand. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to--”

“No, Mike, you listen to me!” She said, pointing up at him angrily, “Stay away from me. Don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me ever again. Just go back to pretending that I don’t exist, and the next time you get the urge to try to get your dick wet, try it with one of the other girls that fawn over you. I’m sure they’d be oh so grateful for the attention.” He just stared down at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Huh.” He said when she was done, “Janet was right. You really do just need a good railing.” She snapped, hauling off and punching him across the face. Not expecting it, he went down and she turned on her heel, leaving him on the ground and heading to her building, clenching and unclenching her stinging hand.

Janet, her friend and also her roommate was in the room when she got back, looking up at her from her bed as she came into the room, kicking the door closed behind her.

“Hey, you’re back ear--what happened?” She could see the tears and the flushed face, but her question just made her angrier.

“Wouldn’t you like to fucking know.” Miranda ground out, setting her bag down.

“He told you.” Janet said after a moment.

“Of course he told me, Janet!” She said, swinging around to face her. “What the hell were you thinking?! Did you think I would thank you? Did you think I would be grateful for the attention?”

“I haven’t seen you with anyone since you and Steve broke up and I just thought--”

“Thought what?! That I just “needed a good railing”?”

“Well, I didn’t word it like that.”

“I don’t care how you worded it, Janet! You embarrassed me! You made me feel like unwanted garbage only good for a pity fuck!”

“I just wanted to see you happy, babe. That’s all. I can tell you’re still hung up on Steve and I thought that maybe if you were with a guy you liked, it would get him out of your system.”

“I am not still hung up on Steve! You do not know the full story of why we broke up and now you never will.” She was still angry, but it was fading away into the hurt of the circumstances of her breakup, leaving her tired. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s still early.”

“I don’t care.”

Mike got back to his dorm, his cheekbone throbbing where she had hit him. Fuck, it would probably bruise and he would have to explain it to the guys. Not that he would tell them the truth, they wouldn’t let him live it down if they found out he had been decked by a girl. Hell of a right hook, Uncle Sy would have been proud of the way she laid him out.

Speaking of…

Digging out his phone, he dialed the number and listened to it ring for a moment before it picked up.

“What’s up, Mikey?” Sy was the only one he allowed to call him that, a nickname from when he was knee-high.

“I fucked up.” He said and there was a pause.

“How much to bail you out?”

“No, Uncle Sy, not that kind of fuck up.”

“Then tell me about it, son, lay it on me.” He said and Mike did, telling him the whole sordid tale. When he was done, there was silence on the other end of the line before Sy let out a low whistle.

“Yeah, that’s a fuck up if I ever heard one.” Sy said, “And she decked you?”

“Yeah, fucking ow.”

“Bout time you got that pretty face bruised up.” Sy said, “Builds character.” There was another pause and he gave a growling sigh. “And you like this girl?”

“She’s pretty and she’s smart and a badass--”

“Apparently. Then why you say all that shit, then?”

“Fuck, I don’t know! I panicked!”

“You need to apologize to the girl.”

“I tried that and she hit me!”

“Try harder.” Sy said, “Not sayin’ it’s gonna be easy, Mikey, but if you really like this girl, you gotta work for it. Especially after the six-foot hole you dug yourself in, and be smart about it, don’t let that mouth of yours keep diggin’.”

“I know.” He said, flopping down on his bed. “Hey, don’t tell Aunt Amelia about this, okay? Getting punched is one thing, but I’ll never see Amy coming and if I run, I’ll just die tired.” Sy chuckled at that but didn’t disagree with him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stay between us.”

“You know, you never did tell me how you and Amy met. Just that it was in Iraq.” He said and there was a pause.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Sy said, “And the gag order lapses.”

“I…I don’t think I want to know anymore.” Mike said, knowing his uncle did some scary shit while he was Army Special Forces, and Sy gave a chuckle.

“Head on to bed, son, and keep me updated.” Sy said, “And remember, play it smart.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mike said after they said their goodbyes, Mike ended the call and let the phone fall to the bed. He pressed his hands to his face but pulled them away with a curse as it aggravated his cheek.

The next day his economics lecture ended and he jumped from his seat, heading out the door quickly before he lost who he was looking for. Accounting had been a nightmare, he had seen Miranda walk in but had looked away quickly after meeting her eyes and he knew she saw the bruise she had given him. Her presence at the back of the hall had been almost palpable, but every time he looked at her, her eyes had been forward or down on her notebook.

“Hey, Steve!” He called out and the guy stopped at his name, turning around.

“Yeah?” He asked curiously.

“You used to date Miranda, right? Miranda Chambers?” Mike asked and Steve nodded. “Yeah, thought so. Hey, I got a couple questions I wanted to ask you about her.”

“Don’t waste your time, man.” Steve said with a snort, “Bitch is a total ice queen.”

“Really.” Mike said.

“Yeah, never put out the entire time we were together except one time and she wouldn’t stop crying during it. Kept saying I was hurting her.”

“Really.” Mike said, his anger starting to rise.

“It’s not my fault she couldn’t get any before we got together. Bitch should have just--” He went down as Mike’s fist came across his face and Mike turned and walked away, ignoring the shocked looks he was getting from other students. He waited until he rounded a corner before stopping and holding his hand, his jaw clenching as pain radiated up his arm, stomping his foot to keep from crying out.

“Never hit a man with a closed fist, son.” Sy’s words came back to him, “Though it is on occasion hilarious.” Yeah, ha ha, Uncle Sy, real funny. Miranda had punched him and walked away like it was nothing, but this fucking hurt. Maybe she’d give him pointers on how to do it properly, and hopefully not demonstrate the technique on him. Eventually, the pain mostly stopped and he went on with his day, though it hurt to use that hand.

Miranda got up from her desk at the knock at the door, opening it without a thought. Her eyes went cold as she saw him standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She said and his lips pulled into a grimace/smile. “I thought I was very clear on that fact.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“No.” She said, “Fuck off.” She went to close the door, but he stopped it with a hand.

“I talked to Steve.” He said in a rush and she blinked at him in surprise. “He told me why you two broke up.”

“And?” She asked.

“And I punched him.” Mike said and she blinked at him again. Her mouth opened and closed as several things she wanted to say entered her brain but left just as quickly.

“Get in here.” She said and stepped back to let him in, the door closing behind him.

“Where’s Janet?” He asked, looking around as if she could be hiding somewhere in the one-room dorm.

“Spending the night at her boyfriend’s. Let me see your hand.” Miranda said.

“What?”

“Let me see your damn hand.” She said and he held it out to her, wincing as she grabbed it roughly. The knuckles were red and swollen and he watched her examine them. “You didn’t stance your feet properly, did you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“No?” He asked and she gave him a look.

“When you punch someone, you’re supposed to stance your feet so your body drives your movement, not your arm. That way the impact isn’t completely absorbed by your fist.”

“How do you know so much about--ow--punching dudes?”

“I do boxing and kickboxing at the gym in town.”

“Really?” He asked with a smile, “That’s kinda hot.” She pressed on one of his knuckles and his jaw clenched, one of his feet coming down in a stomp as his eyes closed tight. “Okay, point taken.”

“Sit.” She said pointing at her bed and he followed directions, sitting on the edge as she took two ice packs from the small fridge in the room, slapping one to his face and the other to his hand making him jump. She sat on Janet’s bed across from him and stared at him, one leg over another and her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Thank you.” He after a moment, holding the ice pack to his face and letting the other balance across his knuckles as he laid his hand on his knee.

“I don’t think you broke anything in your hand,” She said, “But it’s going to suck to use that one for a little while.”

“Good to know.”

“Keep it iced and try not to use it.”

“No jackin’ off then, got it.” She gave him a look that told him she was very unamused. “Sorry.”

“So what on Earth possessed you to talk to Steve?” She asked.

“I wanted to know more about you.” He admitted.

“So you went to my asshole ex?”

“Well you weren’t going to talk to me.” Mike said, “And talking to Janet probably wasn’t a very good idea after what happened last time.”

“You said he told you why he and I broke up?” Miranda asked, looking away from him.

“Yeah.” Mike said, “He was an asshole.”

“He hit it and quit it, just like you were going to.” Miranda said, “Pissed someone beat you to it?”

“It was your first time.” He said, “You should have been with someone who took care of you.”

“Like you?” She asked snidely and he rolled his eyes.

“At least I would have made sure you came.” He said and the temperature of the room plummeted. So much for playing it smart, he could almost taste the dirt in his mouth. “Fuck, I’m doing this all wrong.”

“Doing what, exactly.”

“Apologizing to you.”

“What makes you think I want an apology from you?”

“You might not want one, but you deserve one.”

“Mike, how exactly were you envisioning this going down?” Miranda asked, “Were you thinking you’d apologize, maybe bat those blue eyes at me, all would be forgiven and I’d jump into bed with you?”

“No, that’s not why I’m here.” He said and she uncrossed her arms and legs, leaning forward and clasping her hands in front of her, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Then explain to me why you’re here.” She said, giving him a look that honestly made a shiver go down his spine.

“Miranda, I’m sorry.” He said, “You deserve better than to be treated how I treated you. How Steve treated you. You’re not something to be used to get your rocks off, and I’m honestly truly sorry if that’s how I made you feel.” She didn’t say anything, still giving him that heavy look, her head tilting to the side slowly, reminding him of a tiger he had seen the last time he had gone to the zoo. “Can you say something, please? You’re scaring the hell outta me.”

“Apology accepted.” She said and he exhaled the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

“Do you hate me?”

“No.” She said evenly.

“Okay, good.” He said and gave her a smile, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I really do like you.” Mike said, “And not just because you have a rockin’ body, probably from all of the boxing and kickboxing, but also because you’re smart, and you’re pretty, and when you smile it makes my chest tight. You can also kick my ass and frankly, that’s hot.” She just snorted, shaking her head.

“Steve hated that I fought.”

“Steve is a dumbass.” Mike said, “Shit, I’d even get dressed up in one of those sparkly dresses and hold up the round numbers at your matches. Do you…fight matches?”

“First off, there’s a mental image. Secondly, sometimes, but they’re strictly amateur. I’m not going for titles or anything.”

“You’re such a badass.” He mock-sobbed and she snorted again, hanging her head. After a bit, her head picked up and she sighed audibly as she stood from the bed. He stood with her, but stopped her with a hand to her waist as she went to move away. She looked up at him again with that look that made him shudder and he leaned into her, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.

He pressed his lips to hers gently and there was a moment where she didn’t do anything before she sighed, pressing back against him, her hands sliding under his jacket and over his t-shirt. Picking her up with his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, he took them to the bed and she pulled away from him.

“We’re not having sex!” She said and there was a ripple of disappointment.

“Okay.” He pouted.

“Really, don’t try anything, Mike.” He held up a couple of fingers.

“Scouts honor.” He said and she gave him a disbelieving look.

“You were a scout?”

“Briefly.” He said, “It was my Uncle’s idea, man practically raised me when he was home from deployment.”

“I’d like to meet him.”

“Oh, he would love you.” Mike said, “In fact, why don’t I--” He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone, selecting the contact, and putting it on speaker.

“Hey, Mikey.” Sy said when he picked up.

“Hey, Uncle Sy.”

“You sound better than the last time we talked.”

“Yeah, about that. Say hi, Miranda!” Mike said.

“Um…hello.” She said.

“I’m guessin’ you two worked things out?” Sy asked.

“I made my apology and she doesn’t hate me!”

“Good to hear it, son.” Sy said with a chuckle. “Miranda, heard you laid out my nephew.”

“He deserved it.” She said and he gave her a look.

“I’m sure he did.” Sy said with another chuckle. “Mikey, I’m going to be in town next weekend, you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, you can meet Miranda!” Mike said excitedly and she pulled a face. “What?”

“I have a match next weekend.” She said.

“A match?” Sy asked.

“She boxes and kickboxes.” Mike explained quickly, “Oh! We can go to your match! Watch you fight!”

“You’re getting way too excited about this.” Miranda pointed out with a snort and he grinned at her.

“I want to watch my girl punch something that isn’t me.”

“Your girl?” She asked with an amused smile. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? Also, I punched you once, you make it sound like I have a habit of it.”

“Please?”

“Okay, fine, stop pouting.” She said and Sy barked a laugh over the phone.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds be.” Sy said, “Miranda, it was nice talking to you, I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Goodnight, Sy.” Mike said and she said her goodnights as well, watching him hang up the phone. He reached over, putting it on her nightstand before relaxing again. Holding the side of his jaw, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the bruise on his cheekbone lightly and he sighed, relaxing into her as he wrapped his hands around her waist. His hands tightened as he kissed her, pulling her closer until they were flush together. Her fingers came up to weave in his hair as he pushed her onto her back and he shrugged off his jacket, his hands going back to her waist to push up her t-shirt as he ducked his head under her chin to lay kisses against her neck.

“Mike, Mike, Mike.” She said and he picked his head up. “I told you, we’re not having sex.” He collapsed on her with a pout and a defeated noise and she snorted, patting his back.

“Can I still spend the night?” He asked, picking his head up to look at her and she nodded.

“Yes, you can spend the night.” She said and he smiled at her, pulling off his shirt.

“Just so you know, I sleep naked.” He said and she laughed.

“And what happens if someone pulls a fire alarm in the middle of the night?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I’m not shy.” he said and rolled off her, laying on his back as he kicked off his sneakers and undid his belt.

“Drawers stay on!” She said and he pouted again.

“Okay, fine.” He said and pushed his jeans off but left his boxers in place. She got off the bed and he rolled onto his stomach, watching her go to the closet and pull out her pajamas. She kept her back to him as she undressed and his eyes moved over her slowly as more skin was revealed. She was encased in muscle, but not heavily so, and he could see the defined musculature of her back moving under her skin as she reached around to undo her bra. Goddamnit. “You sure we can’t have sex?”

“Yes, Michael, I’m sure.” She said, pulling the large sleep shirt on and stepping into the basketball shorts.

“Can I eat you out, at least?” He asked and there was a pause.

“Not tonight.” She said and he huffed.

“What about fingering you?” She turned, giving him a look and he pouted again, pressing his face into the covers. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You can do that without re-enacting pornos.” She said going over to the bed and he slid off it to lay on it properly, throwing back the blankets and getting in between the sheets.

“Not as fun though.” He groused as she joined him and he wrapped himself around her as she laid on her back, nuzzling into her chest with a smile.

“Okay, baby koala.” She said and laid her arm around his shoulders, relaxing as they both settled in for the night.

She woke up to a very persistent erection grinding into the hollow of her hip, Mike's breath in her ear as he pressed her into the bed. A hand curled around her hip and she shuddered slightly at the size of him pressing against her, heat blooming over her face and chest. Noticing she was awake, he took his face from her neck, his eyes drowsy and his curls sleep tousled.

"Good morning." She said and he kissed her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue between to twine with her own. It took her a second, but she kissed back, her hands sliding over his chest that was, surprisingly, covered in hair. Would have figured him for a clean shaven kind of guy. There was also a decent amount of muscle. Guy may have the face of a twink, but he had the body of a twunk.

"I want you." He gasped as he pulled away from her lips, pressing into her tighter, his hips moving to get some kind of friction against him. "Fuck, baby, I wanna be inside you so bad." She responded by pushing her hands down his back and under his boxers, palming the muscle of his ass and squeezing, forcing a groan from his lips. "I'll be good to you, I promise."

"Will you?" She asked, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear, "Will you be my good boy?" A shudder ran down his spine at the words and he kissed her again, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing into her core. When he looked into her eyes, she saw the pupils blown wide with desire, his full lips kiss bruised.

"I'll take care of you." He nodded, "Let me take care of you."

"Ground rules." She said, "Outside of here, you can act anyway you want. You want to be the tough guy, fine, you want to act possessive and dominating, okay, but in here? While we're in bed? I'm the boss, got it?" A blush came over his pale cheeks and he nodded, biting down on his lower lip. "Lock the door." He pulled away from her, getting out of bed and flipping the top and bottom locks before coming back to her, her arms and legs wrapping around him again as he settled in the cradle of her hips. He was hard against her core, pressing to her through their layers of clothing. "You may start undressing me now." She said and his fingers went to the edge of her shirt, her hands leaving him as he pulled it up and off. "You can touch me."

"Thank you." He sighed and she relaxed against the bed as his hands went to her breasts, molding and shaping them in his palms. His lips pressed to the mound of one gently and he looked up at her for approval, getting a nod in return. A small moan left her lips as he pulled the tip of her breast into the warmth of his mouth, almost playing with it with the tip of his tongue before moving onto the other. "Can I taste you?" He asked and she gave him another nod, watching as he kissed a line down her body, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Their roles seemed to have flipped, he was acting the shy inexperienced one and she the seasoned veteran. Miranda had gotten a feeling from him that he was like this, wasn't sure how, as his actions and demeanor around campus hadn't suggested it, but she had known others like him that put up a front when around others and only let themselves be controlled when alone with their dominant.

Mike slipped off her shorts and underwear, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knees as he spread her legs slowly. Reaching down, she brushed the curls from his forehead and his eyes closed, his face turning into her touch. It should have embarrassed her to be spread out for him like this, but she knew she was in control and that he would stop if she gave the word.

"Please." He whispered, staring down at her as he slid his hands under her thighs to hold them pinning his arms to the bed.

"You may." She said and he sighed again, his breath moving over her skin as he lowered his face between her legs. The first touch of his tongue made her fall back to the bed, her hand weaving in his hair as he lapped at her slowly. He's obviously done this before, as his lips and tongue moved over her skillfully, pulling moans and gasps from her lips. She felt his fingertips at her entrance, tracing it with just the barest pressure. "Yes." She gasped and he groaned as he pushed two fingers into her slowly. They moved in her slowly, the push and pull of his hand adding to the feel of his lips on her. “Mike!” She gasped but he didn’t seem to hear her, too focused on his task. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his face up and he looked at her with parted lips and dark eyes. “I want you now.” He nodded, pressing one last kiss to her as he pulled his fingers from her. “Do you have protection?”

“I do.” He said.

“Use it.” She said and he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his bed, reaching into his pants on the floor and pulling out his wallet and the condom he kept in it. She watched him as he pushed off his boxers, pulling open the wrapper and slipping it on. He moved to lay over her again and she peeked between them, her eyes going back up to meet his. He was bigger than Steve had been, thicker and longer, and she swallowed heavily as the pain from when they had been together came back to her mind.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said, as if he could read her thoughts, “I’ll take care of you.” She nodded and when he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. There was a slight pressure at her core before her back arched off the bed as he pushed into her, taking it slow, making sure she felt every inch of him and she was able to adjust to him. He gave a groan as he was seated in her to the base, his weight holding to her the bed as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder.

“Okay.” She said after a moment, her voice breathy at the incredibly full feeling of him inside her. “You can move now.”

“Thank you.” He sighed and started a gentle rock of his hips, pushing and pulling slowly. “Let me please you.” He whispered and she nodded. His arm wrapped around her waist and he started pumping faster, her legs wrapping high around his hips. “You’re so tight.”

“Mike.” She said and he kissed her, starting to move in earnest, the springs of the bed creaking in protest. Their breath mingled between them and she held the side of his face, fingers moving through his hair. She could feel a coil twisting in her lower stomach as he moved, curling tighter with every stroke of his hips. It suddenly broke and stars danced in front of her eyes, her hips rocking against his as her release washed over her, the clench and release of her muscles around him almost painful.

“Fuck!” He gasped, “I’m going to come. Please, please, please let me come.”

“Not yet.” She said, “Just a little bit more, fuck you feel so good.” She didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the feeling of him moving inside her to stop, but she couldn’t be selfish, she had to look after his needs too. “Just a little further…there!” Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her legs cinching tight around him, “Come!” She said and he gave a shout, seating his hips in her flush as she felt him twitch inside her. He nearly collapsed on her, his breath hot against her skin and she ran her fingers through his hair. “My good boy.” She said, “My wonderful boy.”

“Thank you.” He chanted breathily, pressing kisses to her shoulder. Picking his head up, he looked at her for a moment before a wide grin came over his face and he was back. “See? Told you I’d make you come.” She laughed, still giggling as she kissed him. Reaching over, she grabbed her phone off her nightstand and looked at the time.

“Well, we missed our first couple classes.”

“Worth it.” He said and she giggled again, pressing her lips to the side of his face.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” She said and he made a protesting sound, but did as he was told, pulling away from her, the air hitting her skin making her shiver slightly. He slid off the condom, pinching it so he didn’t spill any of the mess inside before chucking it in her garbage can. He crawled back into bed with her, wrapping himself around her. “We can’t lay here all day.”

“Says who.”

“Says me.” She said and snorted at the pout he gave her.

“Just a little while longer.” Mike said, “I just want to hold you a little while longer.”

“There will be plenty of time for that later.” She said, patting his arm, “Come on.” He gave a mock-sob but got off the bed as she did.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, seeing her wince as she stretched.

“A good hurt.” She reassured him as they got dressed and he pulled her into his arms again, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck before they left the room.

He kept his arm around her shoulders whenever they had the chance to be together on campus between classes and he very much played the part of the cocky frat boy, swaggering around and leaning on her, whispering in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek and making her laugh. His friends gave him no small amount of grief at the display but she paid them no mind.

“Hey!” Came the angry voice behind them, “Syverson!” They turned as Steve stomped up them.

“Oh hey, Steve!” Mike said with a wide smile, “How’s the face?”

“You fucker! Think you can just punch me and get away with it!”

“Yeah, I think so.” He said with a nod.

“You don’t know who the fuck you’re messin’ with!”

“He sounds a bit cliche, don’t you think?” Miranda asked and Mike nodded.

“A bad one.” He said and pulled away from her, going up to Steve. “Word of advice, lose gracefully.”

“Stance your feet.” Miranda said and he looked back at her.

“I’m not gonna hit him again!” He said and looked back at him.

“Whatever, enjoy that frosty bitch. She’ll give you nothing but blue balls.”

“She didn’t this morning.” Mike said, his brows jumping as he gave him a grin, “We had tons of fun, didn’t we babe?”

“Oh absolutely.” She said, joining him at his side. “More than I had with you, Steven.” Mike wiggled his pinky finger at him and his face twisted in anger. Miranda put herself between them before he got any ideas, looking up at him. “Back off.”

“You gonna hide behind her?! You pussy!”

“Steve,” Mike said, “As much as I would love to watch you get your ass kicked. We have places we need to be.” Lacing an arm around her shoulders, he steered her away. “Come on, babe.” They walked away, joining his friends and his hand lifted off her shoulder briefly to flip him off as they went.

A week later, Mike left her to pick up his uncle from the airport while Miranda got ready for her match at the gym. He knew she had to prepare so he left her to it, saying she would see him that night. Nighttime came and the gym was packed around the ring, Mike looking around and jumping a few times, trying to get a glance of her over the crowd but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Easy, son.” Sy said, “She’ll be out.”

“I’m just excited!” He said, “I’ve never seen her fight before, you know, not professionally.”

“Well, if the bruise she gave you is any indication, it should be a good match.” Sy said and the crowd cheered as the lights went down save for the lights over the ring. “Let’s try to get up front, better vantage point.” He said and they pushed their way through the crowd, getting as close to the ring as possible.

She was nervous, she was always nervous before a match, adrenaline making her bounce on the balls of her feet. She could barely hear her trainer as he went over who she was going up against, someone from a gym the town over, but she caught the gist of it. Undefeated, aggressive, yadda yadda. Her opponent was announced and she watched from her spot as the woman showboated around the ring, the crowd eating it up.

“You’re up, Miranda!” Her trainer said and she nodded, moving down the lane that had been cordoned off through the crowd, checking the fit on her gloves as she went.

“There she is!” Mike said, smiling wide. A low bass line backed with violin music started as she walked down the lane, a tradition of the gym to play a song of the home fighter’s choice on repeat during the match.

“Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-five pounds, undisputed champion of the ring, Miranda Chambers!” The announcer said and she climbed into the ring, bouncing on the balls of her feet and stretching her neck.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. Two toned echoes tumbling through time. Three score wasted, ten cast aside. Four-fold knowing, no end in sight.” Came the whispered lyrics and she felt the music flow through her.

“The hell?” Sy asked, looking up at one of the speakers.

“A song from a video game she likes.” Mike explained briefly, moving his head to the beat.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. One dark future, no one survives. On their shadows, away we fly.”

Her eyes moved over the crowd and she saw Mike, his smile wide as he cheered for her and standing next to him was probably his Uncle Sy. Damn those genetics ran strong in that family, the resemblance was striking, and if that’s what Mike was going to look like in 10-15 years time, she was in trouble. The man had a gruff sort of handsome to him with a buzzed head and thick beard, arms crossed over what was obviously a powerful chest, biceps straining against the cuffs of his red dilligaf t-shirt. Even his eyes were the same shade of blue as far as she could tell.

“The road that we walk is lost in the flood. Here proud angels bathe in their wages of blood.”

“You got this, babe!” She heard Mike yell and looked at him, giving him a wink. She met her opponent in the middle of the ring, her eyes settling on her as the referee laid out the ground rules. The ref moved away and with that the match started. Her opponent was indeed aggressive, but her moves were too choreographed and when she saw an opening, she took it.

“Oh!” Mike said, flinching back as Miranda landed a one two punch on her opponent's midsection before twisting, her leg raising and her foot connecting to the side of her head and sending her to the mat.

“Girl’s got good form.” Sy remarked. They watched her fight, Mike mouthing along to the music and moving his head to the beat as he kept his eyes on her. Her opponent went down again and again while she could barely get a hit in, Miranda blocking almost every punch and kick. Her head snapped to the side as a foot connected but she didn’t go down, her head snapping back to fix her opponent with a steady gaze that made her falter slightly. “Goddamn.” Sy said as Miranda tilted her head to the side slightly, “If that doesn’t give you chills, nothing will.”

“I’ve been on the receiving end of that look.” Mike said, “It’s scary.”

“Damn right.” Sy said, “She’s getting serious now. No more playing.” With a flurry of punches and kicks, her opponent went down and stayed down long enough for a tap out and the ref called the match, going to Miranda and raising her hand in victory. The crowd roared at this, Mike doing his damndest to be the loudest as Sy applauded. Looking around quickly, he ducked under the rope keeping an area clear around the ring and Miranda barked out a laugh as she went to the edge, bending down as he reached up, pulling her into a kiss that made the crowd holler.

“Back of the gym, I’ll meet you there.” She said against his lips and he nodded, smiling and biting down on his bottom lip. She pulled away from him and he watched her leave before ducking back under the rope and rejoining his uncle who just snorted, shaking his head with a smile.

Mike and Sy left the gym, heading around back just as the door opened and Miranda poked her head out. She smiled wide as she saw him and he caught her as she ran into his arms, laughing as he lifted her into the air before bringing her down into a kiss. Sy just watched them with a smile and Mike set her down on her feet.

“Nicely done.” Sy said and she gave him a bashful smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you.” She said and held her hand out, “Miranda. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise.” Sy said as he shook her hand. “This one,” He said, reaching out and grabbing Mike’s shoulder. “Hasn’t shut up about you. Now I see what all the fuss is about.” Mike looked back and forth between them quickly, seeing the small blush Miranda had on her face and the steady look Sy was giving her.

“Hey, now. Hey.” He said, “Knock it off. She’s taken and so are you.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, son.” Sy said, but he didn’t take his eyes off her.

“Okay, well, yup, that’s not happening.” Mike said and ducked down quickly, throwing Miranda over his shoulder and picking up her gym bag from the ground.

“Michael!” She yelled out in surprise, laughing.

“Call me later, Uncle Sy!” He called out as he carried her off back to his car, her laughter following them through the night.

#henry cavill #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser #captain (uncle) syverson #paved with good intentions #my writing #*lays down*

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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