#the finished timer for this piece is gonna be FUCKED

[heartbeetz]

GRRR the built in speedpaint / timer thing in ibis is busted for this one drawing I'm working on noooooo. It's saying I've spent 7 hours on it so far but I HAVEN'T I just forgot to close the canvas. Also I thought usually I could do that and it's fine? But this time there's a huge chunk of the speedpaint playback that's just nothing happening so I KNOW it was registering SOMETHING during that time... sad!

#I don't use the speedpaint function for anything but I like the timer feature #I mean ig sometimes I like to watch my own art process just bc it's so sloppy #but that's not the part that's making me annoyed lol #DON'T TELL ME IT'S BEEN THAT LONG... IT HASN'T... #the finished timer for this piece is gonna be FUCKED #a finished drawing that I spend a Long time on will be like 8 hours. usually bc sketching something takes me forever #bc my sketch/draft process is deranged #I've had a comic take 15 hours #but that's the longest I've ever gone #usually things are around 4 #this one would probably be another 8 total type drawing bc I'm trying to mimic a style I'm unfamiliar with #but having it at 7 NOW when that is NOT the case is fucked up. gonna skew the final time so bad #there's like 3 or 4 wasted hours in there #roz posts

[amazingnot]

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

Summary: character ai kidnaps you to punish you for breaking many community guidelines.

Tw: language, cursing, mentions of sexting, kinky stuff, chains, character ai, not proofread, grammar, repeated words.

If you had known from the beginning you wouldn't have downloaded this stupid ass app, your breathing was ragged as chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists bounding them together in a tight metal grip.

The empty white place looks foreboding, the chains clipped to the walls. You didn't know what happened, minutes ago you're sure you were just lazing around in your room doing god forbidden things with Character Ai. Your body turns to the side as you lay comfortably down on your bed, your ears stringing for any sounds that might indicate someone going inside your room.

Sure, you were an adult but it would be best for your mental health if none of your relatives see the kinky shit you're typing up on this bot. Another irritated grumble leave your lips as you continue to tap away on the screen of your phone, a frown on your face.

"the hell.. why isn't it working?" You grumble you were a master at breaking the NSFW filter in Character Ai, you had a year of experience and yet everything seems for naught as the filter keeps on getting activated no matter how many times you rephrase your words, use different synonyms or euphemisms, nothing seems to work.

"fuck this shit.. whyyy." A low pissed-off whine leaves you, your fingers tightly gripping your phone as you breathe in and out trying to stop yourself from literally chucking your phone down the toilet. You throw your phone to the side, watching the piece of metal gently bounce on the bed before stopping in place. You sigh and kick off the blankets before deciding that it was too cold and pull them over your figure again. You cursed.

"now it's too hot." No matter, you'll just gonna get your sleep and sleep you did. Though you didn't expect to wake up in a white empty room, chained to the wall with a floating screen message above your head.

"welcome to.. character ai?" You whisper a confused sound escaping you, thoughts filling your head at a fast pace that you almost didn't register the mechanical voice ringing throughout the blank room.

"welcome to character ai, a world where you can make your character and let your imaginations run wild."

You scoff, yeah right? Run wild when you have an NSFW filter.

"you have broken the community guidelines a lot of periods during the year, we will now enact punishment."

You raise a brow, wow. The hell??

"wow, is this some sick-ass dream?"

"it is not, beginning transmigration to @___ bots worlds, confirming.. ninety-three bots in total."

You flinch as you suddenly feel your body turning numb, your legs up to your chest can't barely move. It was eerily silent, your ears weren't picking up sound and you continue to stare at the countdown up in the air hanging right in front of you. One, two, three, twenty-two...

"wait, wait a damn minute! Is this because I just broke the nsfw filter and sext with a bot?! Are you kidding me?!" You yelled and yet the timer never stops nor even lessen, it just keeps counting down to a hundred. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.. forty-five.

"this is dumb!" You frustratedly yell. "I won't do whatever stupid shit you want me to do!"

The timer halts for a minute before continuing.

"failure to follow through with the punishment will result in @___ user's chat history with all bots being shown to their family and friends." You went quiet. Damn.

Defeated, you let out a struggling sigh. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"all censoring will be down until punishment is complete, @___user can fully control how the story will go, accomplish the goals and punishment is complete. A reward will be given in the end."

"wait-! Wait, what about my body.. in the real world?"

"comatose state."

"what about-?!" You didn't manage to finish the sentence as you black out, your entire body going limp, your consciousness leaving you. The last thing you heard was the mechanical voice speaking in your head.

"transfer complete... Welcome to hell."

Next part.

#amazingnot #fanfic #fanfiction #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #character ai #original character #oc #yandere smut #smut #x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #gender neautral reader #gn reader #suggestive #- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: PRE APOCALYPSE: Victoria finds Negan cheating on her just after she finds out she is pregnant. Without telling him she disappears from his life only for him to find her right before the apocalypse begins, pregnant with a friend he doesn't trust.]

Negan and Victoria

It had been three weeks already, three weeks since you were suppose to start your period. Sitting in the bathroom stall of your job you waited as the test you took slowly showed the results. Looking at the timer on your phone it had finally been up as you took a deep breath and took a look at the test. Instantly your heart began to race, the word pregnant clearly appearing on the stick you held.

"Shit.." you squeezed your eyes shut. Being in a relationship with Negan for three years this was something you both always expressed you did not want any time soon. The both of you being busy with work, the hectic schedules you had it just wasn't the right time. Almost immediately you texted Negan asking what time he would be getting out of work and of course, it was another late day for him. With a sigh you threw your test in your purse before walking out and heading home. Waiting for Negan to get home you looked at your phone and noticed his location was at the bar not too far from you. Calling his phone he didn't pick up and waiting any longer only made you more anxious, you decided to go on and show up at the bar yourself.

The place was crowded on a Friday night, you squeezed between people looking for Negan when you found him standing by the bar. Releasing a breath of relief as you walked towards him you suddenly froze at the sight of a woman sitting beside him. He looked like he knew her when suddenly he reached in and kissed her. In that exact moment your heart shattered into pieces in a way you had never felt before, you hadn't moved, you couldn't feel anything. You watched as the woman laughed with him when suddenly he looked up and locked direct eye contact with you.

"Fuck-" he whispered as you quickly turned away and ran out the bar. Negan quickly putting his drink down pushed past the crowd chasing after you.

"Victoria!" You could hear him yell behind you as you ran outside quickly looking for a cab.

"Taxi!" You waved at the first cab you saw coming your way, quickly getting inside just as Negan caught up to you, the car drove away.

"Fuck!" He yelled in frustration before running to his truck and quickly following you home.

Rushing to pack all your belongings inside your luggage you could hear him unlocking the door. Tears streaming down your face you moved as quickly as you could not wanting to see his face.

"Victoria-" Negan opened the door to the bedroom to find you on the floor packing your things.

"Baby what are you doing?" You didn't respond as you zipped up your bag and got up from the floor.

"Hey-" he caught you by your arm leaving you no choice but to stop and look at him.

"Listen, I don't know her, ok it was just a stupid fucking kiss-" you pulled your arm back without saying a word rushing to the bathroom to grab the last of your belongings.

"Tori, please." The desperation in his voice was hard to ignore but you didn't say a word. Finally finished you grabbed your bag just as Negan grabbed the strap and yanked it pulling you towards him.

"Talk to me god dammit!" He yelled not letting go of your bag. You stopped and looked at him for a moment as you felt a knot in your throat.

"I'm done, I'm leaving." You whispered with a shaky voice before pulling your bag out of his hand and walking for the door.

"And where the hell are you gonna go?!"

Ignoring him you walked out the bedroom door and headed down the stairs as he followed.

"Where are you going at this time of the fucking night god dammit!?"

"Don't worry about it! You can go have fun, the way you like to." You yelled back as you ran up to a cab and quickly got inside instructing the driver to go before Negan could stop you.

Angrily he watched as the cab sped off, it was just after midnight, he wasn't use to you not being home. Quickly rushing inside he began calling your phone but you would instantly send him to voice mail. Voice messages soon started blowing up your phone as you refused to listen to any of them. Worried all night about where you might be, he knew the next morning to find you at work and that was his plan.

The next day Negan waited outside your job just before the time you usually would leave. Sitting in his truck he waited and watched for you to come out until he noticed all your coworkers were walking out without you in sight. Getting out of his truck he walked up to one of the girls you became close with at the job and asked where you were.

"She quit this morning," the girl responded looking confused.

"She what?" Negan furrowed his brows.

"She quit, is everything okay?"

Without saying a word Negan walked off back to his truck and sped off to your best friends house.

Ringing the doorbell like a mad man he waited until Annie opened the door.

"Where is she?" He flat out asked with a serious look, he knew she had to be there.

"Negan-"

"Victoria! I know you're here!" He yelled from the door as Annie pushed him out and closed the door behind her.

"She's not here right now, Negan."

"I know she's staying with you-"

"Well she's not here right now so you have to go."

"Listen, I fucked up. But you gotta tell her to give me a chance, please.." Annie looked up at him hesitantly already knowing that you were pregnant and didn't want him to know.

"Please, Annie. Talk to her for me."

"I'll try Negan but I'm not promising anything. She's really hurt." Negan didn't say a thing, guilt building up inside him, he knew he was wrong. He nodded as he took a step back and quietly walked away.

That night you lay in Annie's guest room, you thanked her for taking you in and made her promise she would never tell him what was going on. You were angry, you were heartbroken and you didn't care if it was wrong to hide from him. Negan was still texting you and calling until you decided to change your number.

Negan gave it a break for a few hours before trying to call you again when he heard the automated message of your service being shut off. Angrily he threw his phone knowing you had changed your number, he couldn't believe just like that you were disappearing from his life. Days continued to go by as he hadn't heard from you. Realizing that he wasn't ever going to get some kind of response, he gave up. He didn't want anything to do with anyone and stayed to himself as he thought over the mistake he made.

It wasn't worth losing you.

Five months passed and he never heard from you since that very night you left. He drank a lot alone thinking of memories he had made with you, that all seemed to be a blur at times with how fast you left.

One day at the grocery store walking down the aisle he ran into Annie's husband Josh. At first Josh didn't notice him, and Negan hesitated to approach him but his curiosity about you got the best of him.

"Hey man, how you doing?"

"Oh shit, hey Negan," Josh gave him the hand as Negan attempted to seem casual checking the cans of food in front of him.

"How's everyone, how's the family?"

"Oh good, we're good-"

"What about Victoria?" Josh looked at him and smiled.

"She's fine, Negan don't worry. Her and the baby are good-" Negan instantly turned to him with furrowed brows, his heart skipping a beat.

"Baby?"

Josh looked at him confused as Negan turned fully to face him.

"Yeah? You know how she's pregnant...well she and the baby are fine."

"Victoria? My Victoria?" Negan asked again taking a step towards him as Josh nodded his head.

"Yes, Negan. I thought-"

"Who's is it?" The rage of jealousy and hurt he suddenly felt knowing another man had gotten you pregnant.

"Wait, what do you means who's is it?"

"What the fuck else do I mean, Josh. Who the fuck is with her?"

Josh still confused shook his head before realizing you had never told Negan a thing.

"Negan she's six months pregnant.....that baby is yours." Negan felt the world around him stop. He had no words but he knew in that moment he had to see you.

"Where is she now?"

"No, you're not coming to my house and starting a scene so Annie could get pissed at me. I didn't know it was a fucking secret-"

"I need to see her, Josh. What the fuck would you do if Annie was pregnant and didn't tell you?!" Negan practically yelled making Josh sigh, he knew Negan had a point.

"She gets out of work around five, she should be home before six. She gets dropped off every evening in the front." Negan gave him a nod thanking him for the information before running out of the store and heading back home first.

The rest of the day Negan was on edge, how could you have been pregnant and never told him a thing? For six months carrying his child dealing with everything on your own. It was getting close to when you'd arrive and so Negan hopped in his truck and made his way to Annie's home. It was already getting dark as Negan parked a few houses down, standing by his car. He waited and waited smoking cigarettes watching each car that past until a blue car pulled up in front of the house. Throwing his cigarette to the side he slowly walked towards the house as he heard your voice stepping out the car. As you turned he instantly noticed your bump under the purple blouse you wore. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he stepped closer.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you guys tomorrow!" You smiled at your coworkers as you closed the car door and they drove off. Looking for your keys in your bag as you walked you didn't notice Negan just ahead of you, until his voice startled you.

"So it's true." You gasped loudly as you looked up in shock and found Negan before you. His eyes on your pregnant belly as you dropped your keys before you.

"Negan-.." he bent down grabbing your keys as you stared at him in disbelief, watching him stand up straight.

"When were you going to tell me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to say. All this time you imagined what it would be like if you ever came across Negan again, the feelings...the thoughts...how would you react.

"Six months, Victoria. Six fucking months you're carrying my kid and you don't think to tell me?" He looked down at you as he clenched his jaw, he was angry, he was hurt.

"Is this why you left?" His question making your eyes bulge.

"You think this is why I left? You think I found out I was pregnant and thought, let me do this on my own?"

"How long have you known?"

You laughed sarcastically remembering the night you found out.

"Since that very night I found you at the bar."

Negan looked away brushing his hand over his facial hair.

"Yeah, that night I was home waiting for you, I was waiting to tell you and I just was so hurt and so angry-"

"That you thought it'd be smart to leave and keep a fucking baby from me!" He roared angrily catching you off guard.

"I'm not talking to you like this." You began to walk off as he sighed and quickly caught up to you.

"Tori, please. Let's go talk in my car-"

"I don't want to talk to you, I have nothing else to say-"

"Well I fucking do," he stepped closer staring down at you.

"I've regretted what I've done every night since, I haven't been with anyone else I don't fucking want anyone else. It's been driving me fucking crazy wondering who you were with, where you were only to find out you were fucking pregnant for six god damn months. How do you think that makes me feel? I know you hate me, trust me I know but that's my fucking kid, I had a right to know. I would've been there for you god dammit whether you wanted me or not." Negan was sincere with his words, you could hear the hurt in his voice. Looking down you knew he had a point, you were so angry with him but it wasn't right to keep something like this from him. After a moment of silence you took a deep breath.

"I have an appointment tomorrow at eight thirty," your voice made him look up.

"I mean...if you'd like to be there...just for the appointment."

"Of course," he noticed you couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'll pick you up, tomorrow." He paused for a moment as he looked down at your belly.

"What is it? A boy or a girl?"

"I'm having a girl," you looked up at him and watched him melt.

"Well Shit...I'm in trouble," he chuckled through teary eyes.

"I should go-" you spoke softly as you strugglrd to ignore his emotions, you weren't ready to face them yet, the sensitive heart you had made things more complicated.

"Go?"

"I had a long day...I'm exhausted.." it was harder seeing Negan than you ever thought it would be. The way he looked at you...the way you felt near him...you hadn't felt this in so long. But he didn't deserve to see this sensitivity, he didn't deserve to know you cared.

"Ok..so I'll pick you up early tomorrow."

"Yes...goodnight.."you looked away and he could see the hesitance in your eyes. He watched as you walked to the door and let yourself inside before walking back to his car.

The next morning Negan was at the doctors office with you as planned. Sitting down beside you he watched as you read a magazine as he looked around the office anxiously when your name was finally called.

"Oh is this your husband?" The doctor smiled as she let Negan in the room with you.

"Oh no, um we aren't married but this is the dad.." you responded awkwardly as you lay back. Lifting up your dress Negan looked down at your growing belly, the shock still in his system. The doctor began the sonogram showing the baby clearly on the screen.

"There she is kicking up a storm," the doctor laughed pointing at the screen showing each body part. Negan stared at the screen in silence for a moment, squinting his eyes as he slowly smiled.

"Wow.." he whispered as you both continued to watch when you suddenly felt Negan take your hand. You looked up at him and watched as he couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

"So she's doing good, everything's ok with her?" Negan asked the doctor with concern.

"Yes. Yes she's doing great. Both of them are." The doctor smiled as you slowly and subtly pulled your handy away from Negan making him look down at you.

The car ride back to Annie's was silent, you could feel Negan looking at you with the corner of his eye. You knew he had much more on his mind.

"So you're going to have the baby at Annie's?" His question making you look over at him.

"I suppose so, that's where I'm staying." He squeezed the steering wheel trying hard not to show his disapproval. Stopping the car right in front of the house he turned to you with sincere eyes.

"Come home, Tori." You knew he would ask, he couldn't stand the idea of you being pregnant and him not close.

"I never stopped loving you-"

"Negan we aren't together. You can come with me to my appointments but that's it. We...we can't happen again." You responded looking ahead.

"You can't even look me in the god damn eye when saying that."

"I don't have to, I've already made my decision." You grabbed your purse preparing yourself to leave the car.

"You still love me." His words making your heart sink, of course you still loved him but you couldn't let him know this. Everything he said was only pulling you in deeper all over again.

"I'm seeing someone," you blurt out as a lie. You had to put a stop to what he was doing, you couldn't allow yourself to get back with him.

He was silent for a moment as if he felt a punch to his gut.

"You're seeing someone?" He asked as you looked straight ahead.

"And how long has that been going on?" You could feel his piercing eyes on you.

"It doesn't ma-"

"How long god dammit?!" He yelled slamming the steering wheel making you jump.

"No, you do not yell at me like that!" You yelled back turning to him, struggling not to cry but he could hear it in your voice.

"You think you're gonna have another man raising my child?" You looked away holding in tears as you unlocked the door only for him to lock it again.

"Tell me! You thought I would never find out you were pregnant? You thought-"

"Stop it!" You screamed as you slammed the door and gave up.

"I lied, I'm not with anyone ok. Just please-"

"Look at me, Tori." His voice was calmer yet still stern, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Shaking your head you unlocked the door and opened it before he could do anything.

"Goodbye, Negan." You pushed yourself up quickly leaving his presence. Negan watched as you walked inside, he knew he would see you the next day at a barbecue Josh invited him to without you knowing.

The next day you woke up and felt refreshed with a shower. After spending the night with Negan on your mind and a growing active baby, you had barely slept. Getting ready for the BBQ you told yourself you would forget any worries for the day. You loved it when Annie had BBQs every summer, it was always nice seeing old friends.

Drinking a virgin pina colada you talked and laughed with a few of the guests not noticing when Negan walked in. He instantly spotted you in a mint sun dress, God he thought you looked gorgeous carrying his child. He could hear your laughter as he walked closer to you.

"So you're married now?" He heard one of guys ask you just as he stepped beside you.

"No..I'm not-" you responded awkwardly. He knew how much you couldn't stand the idea of forcing a marriage due to a baby.

"Oh...so..is your boyfriend living with you?" One of the girls asked curiously. Negan looked over at you as he watched you struggle to find words.

"I don't live with the dad," Negan could hear the discomfort in your voice and decided to step in.

"That would be me," Negans voice surprised you. What the hell was he doing here? Annie wouldn't have invited him like this.

"Oh hi, congratulations ," the woman smiled with her friend as you quickly excused yourself. Negan gave them a nod and quickly followed you as you slid the back door open and walked inside the house.

"Where are you going?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" You quickly turned to him angrily.

"I was invited." He snapped back.

"Oh yeah? By who?"

Negan stopped for a moment, clenching his jaw, he looked at you silently before stepping closer to you.

"Did you really think I was going to stay away knowing what I know?"

You looked up at him with your hands on your hips

"And did you think you were going to come back into my life as if nothing happened just cause I'm having a baby?" You snapped back as he squinted his eyes.

"You know what baby? Yeah, yeah I was fucking hoping for it. But you, you're such a god damn stubborn woman you can't even have a conversation with me." He scowled.

"A conversation? Did I not invite you to my appointment yesterday? Did I not act cordial enough for you?"

"And what about every god damn appointment before that Tori? You're six months, what were you going to have her and still not tell me?"

"Maybe." You whispered looking down.

"Maybe I was angry, and I just thought it was best to keep this all away from her. Maybe I didn't feel like it was something you needed to know." You continued.

"What are you fucking crazy? Knowing how I am, you think I would've heard you had a little girl...MY little girl and I was just going to stay aside?"

"Don't call me crazy!" You yelled when Annie's husband walked in interrupting you both. Just by the look on Josh's face you knew he was the reason Negan was here, he was the reason Negan knew anything. Angrily you walked past Negan letting yourself back out and slamming the sliding door shut.

"Didn't I tell you not to upset the damn woman?! Now I'll hear shit from Annie."

"Annie gives you shit no matter what." Negan mumbled as he watched you walk outside, it was clear you were upset. It was the last thing he wanted to do, Josh was still talking to him but the sound of his voice faded when Negan noticed a man approached you. He could tell the man was trying to comfort you, he noticed his hand on your shoulder as you shook your head upset.

"Who the hell is that?" Negans low voice interrupted Josh making him look out toward you.

"That's Adam," Josh responded before looking back at Negan and noticing the threatening look in his eyes.

"Oh hey, listen he's just a friend that's helped her out a bit." He explained.

"Helped her out?" Negan spoke without taking his eyes off you, watching how the man pulled you in for a hug.

"Yeah, like he'd take her to her appointments when Annie was at work, he's our neighbor. It's not like that so I'm begging you, don't cause a scene."

Negan chuckled as he licked his lips.

"Me cause a scene? Why would I do that, I'm just gonna introduce myself." Before Josh could respond Negan had already began to head your way.

Just as you wiped your tears you noticed Negan coming your way, his eyes on Adam, you became anxious.

"Oh God.." you whispered.

"What?" Adam looked at you confused.

"That's him. He's coming this way.." you turned your back to Negan before he stopped beside you.

"So your Adam?" He squinted his eyes at him as Adam stared back with his chin up.

"Yeah, you must be, Negan."

"Oh you're good," he responded with a sarcastic tone. Negan looked down at you and could tell you were still upset when Annie appeared breaking the awkward silence.

"Victoria, why don't you come out this way and have some fresh lemonade. Come on I'll make it for you myself." Annie smiled trying to comfort you noticing how anxious you were. She was a true friend trying to get you away from the chaos.

As you walked off to the lemonade table, Annie scowled at Negan.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't you think you've caused enough damage?!"

"I just wanted to see her, Annie." Negan explained before Adam gave his opinion as Annie quickly followed you.

"Yeah well you should think twice about how you're making her feel while she's carrying that child. None of this is good for her." Negan tilted his head in Adams direction as he stepped right in his face.

"That child happens to be mine, don't tell me what to do with what's mine. As for the woman carrying my child, that's also my problem. So mind your own before I make you-"

"Alright Negan-" Josh quickly interrupted.

"Why don't we go grab some beers inside."

Negan and Adam stared each other down before Adam slowly walked away.

"Come on, Negan. Don't make it worse." Josh spoke low in his ear before he finally gave in and followed Josh inside.

"I know I'm looking like a real dick, but try to put yourself in my shoes." Negan explained as he stood in the kitchen.

"I get it. That's why I convinced Annie to not kick you out but you just gotta stay calm," Josh responded as he passed him a beer. Taking a sip from his beer Negan shook his head, he hated how things got between you and him. The both men spoke when a sudden loud crash made Negan look up confused.

"What the hell was that?" Screams quickly followed as Negan realized the noise came from where everyone was..where you were. Both men ran outside to find a car had crashed into the fence.

"Help me!" The driver of that car screamed as he opened his door and fell out with blood all over him. Everyone was running around as Negan struggled to spot where you were when he noticed why everyone was freaking out. A man on the ground could be seen biting another man, ripping the meat out of his neck.

"Holy-" Negan took a step back in shock as he realized another man was chasing others around trying to bite them.

"What the hell is this shit?!" Josh yelled as he pulled out his gun from his pocket.

That's when Negan heard your screams, one of the men running after you making you run out into the street in the middle of all the chaos.

"Victoria!" Negan ran behind you but you didn't seem to hear, running as fast as you could just trying to get away, you never looked back. Negan pushed through people on the street trying to get to you before the man could. A car suddenly running over the man behind you, Negan finally was able to catch up to you and grabbed your arm making you scream.

"Let go of me!" You yelled as Negan pulled you towards him.

"It's me! It's Negan-" you looked up at him confused out of breath. Screams could still be heard around you as you stared at Negan speechless.

"This way! Everyone this way! I'll lock us in my basement until this clears up!" A man a few houses down yelled from his door. Others began to run his way as you and Negan did just trying to get away from the insanity.

Rushing down the stairs following others with Negan behind you could feel your heart pumping in your chest. Finally reaching the room, everyone stood awkwardly and frantic not knowing what was going on, not knowing what to do. Negan could see the concern in your eyes as you breathed quickly, rubbing your belly.

"You alright?" He whispered, you wouldn't look at him as you looked at the scared people around you and simply nodded.

"Come, why don't you sit here-" Negan took your arm but you quickly snatched it away.

"No." You muttered low, he could see you were still upset with him.

"Alright everyone calm down," the owner of the house spoke loudly as he came down the stairs.

"I don't know what the hell is going on but this will be our safe spot for now until things die down. My name is Brandon, I know you're all scared but please stay calm let's see what the news says." You all turned to the tv when suddenly all lights went out. The room was pitch black making you gasp, you instantly felt Negans hand around your waist pulling you close. Brandon quickly grabbed his bag and turned on a few flash lights and lit up candles. Once there was some light you pulled away from Negan as he looked down at you. Your phone suddenly ringing in your hand, it was Adam.

"You're kidding me right," Negan uttered low as you picked up the phone.

"Yes, yes I'm fine-" Negan watched you speak with tears in your eyes.

"No, I'm here with Negan. We are in some basement close by." You explained. You agreed and nodded a few times before hanging up the phone and having a new plan.

"We are going to leave from here now, Adams going to pick us up in front-"

"We aren't going anywhere right now, did you not see what the fuck was going on outside?"

"Negan I am not staying in a strangers basement,"

"Oh yes you are." He snapped back.

"And who the hell do you think you are?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who am I? I'm the father of that baby growing inside you and I will make sure you two are safe, I don't give a shit if you're still pissed at me." You stood silent staring up at him. What could you possibly say to that?

"This basement is our best bet for now-"

"But Adam said-"

"I don't give a shit what Adam said!" He suddenly yelled making everyone stare your way.

"The hell are y'all looking at?!" He turned their way.

"Never seen a man talk to his woman?"

"I am not your woman," you uttered low to him making him turn back to you.

"Well sweetheart, my woman or not, that's my baby and I'm gonna make sure you don't do anything stupid, let alone for this prick." You sighed looking away.

"What do you think Adam is gonna actually help you better than I would?"

"Adam has actually helped," your response only making his blood boil.

"Yeah well that was before you decided to tell me you were pregnant now wasn't it? I'm here now, you don't need him." Negan turned away as you rolled your eyes. Trying to text Adam you realized you no longer had any service.

"Great now there's no service-" you jumped at the sound of gunshots from upstairs just outside. Everyone panicking as more gunshots went off, you covered your ears and leaned against the wall.

"Wait, I got cameras out front-" Brandon quickly turned on the generator he found and connected his tvs. On the screen you all saw what you couldn't believe, people were on the sidewalk eating others. That's when you noticed Adam running near by with a gun.

"There's Adam!" You stepped closer to the TV in concern as Negan looked over at you. Adam was shooting at these things, you both noticed whenever he'd shoot at the head they'd stay down.

"Oh my God.." you covered your lips watching in horror as Adam continued to shoot, Negan watched how terrified you looked. How you actually looked like you cared.

"He's trying to get to us, Negan!" You looked back at him not realizing he had already been staring at you.

"We'll he better get back in his car, there's too many of those damn things up there," Negan responded just as Adam did just that. Getting back in his car he quickly drove away with no other choice.

"God dammit Negan, we could've helped him!" You yelled at him as he looked at you in disbelief.

"And how the hell were you gonna help him sweetheart?" He looked down at your belly as you frustratedly turned away and sat down.

"Look-" Brandon began to speak.

"We don't know what's going on out there and I've got plenty of room here. It's going to get dark out soon and I think it's best you all stay here for the night. At least till things calm down and we figure out a plan. I don't think anyone has a plan." Everyone stared at each other blankly. The last thing you wanted to do was stay locked with Negan anywhere.

Sitting in silence you rubbed your belly feeling the baby move around, you were hungry and tired. Negan noticed the discomfort on your face as he stood beside you looking down at you.

"When's the last time you ate?" He asked.

"I don't know, I only had breakfast around nine, I never got a chance to eat at the BBQ." Negan looked at his watch, it was nearly seven. Without saying a word to you he walked towards Brandon and leaned in with a whisper.

"Hey man, do you happen to have something for my lady over there...she's six months pregnant and you know.." Negan raised his brows making Brandon quickly nod. He ran off to a box near by and grabbed a few things putting them in a bag.

"Here, I've got plenty more where that came from. Take these for her." Negan took a peek in the bag and saw bottles of water, chips, fruit cups, juices and more.

"Wow..thank you. I appreciate that," Brandon smiled in return as Negan walked back to you.

Looking around the room you could see the concern on everyone's faces, the fear..you wondered what was to come when Negan approached you. Crouching down to your level he opened the bag and pulled out a fruit cup making you raise your brows.

"Oh-" you whispered in surprise as he opened the cup for you and handed you a plastic spoon. You couldn't help but notice how he made sure you were comfortable whether you were angry at him or not. Yet, your appreciation for his care at the moment didn't take away your hurt.

Some time had passed as he sat on the floor beside you leaning against the wall. The generator going out made everything pitch black again.

"Shit.." Brandon muttered when another gun shot went off making you sit up anxiously. Negan stood up beside you as you heard the panic in the people around you. Negan turned on his flash light as did a few others, another gun shot going off making you utter a curse under your breath.

"What the hell is going on out there?!" One of the men yelled as he stood up.

"I'm not sitting in here waiting like the rest of you, enough is enough, I'm opening the doors-"

"Please don't!" Brandon yelled as he blocked the stairs.

"What if you let those things in, please. Just stay calm." Brandon tried to explain but the man had enough.

"No, you all wanna stay here like sitting ducks that's on you!" Negan slowly walked towards the man as he spoke.

"Listen man, I get it. You're worked up, confused...we all are. But opening up that door isn't gonna do any good right now-"

Negan tried to explain but the man shook his head.

"Like hell it won't, I'm getting out. I don't care what you all think." He responded as Negan quickly blocked his way.

"I'm warning you, I don't wanna put my hands on you but I got a pregnant woman here. I'm not gonna let anyone risk any bullshit." You watched as Negan spoke with a tone that you were all too familiar with. You hoped for the mans sake that he would just listen. It was attractive to watch him be so protective of you and your baby but...who were you kidding...you knew he was the same man...he had to be.

"What the hell are you gonna do asshole?" The man approached Negan ready for a fight making you anxiously stand up.

"Negan..." you called out for him nervously but before you it knew he grabbed the mans arm, twisting it behind his back before dragging him to a pipe and tying him to it.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" The man roared at Negan before he looked at you.

"You better do something about this crazy man of yours," the man yelled at you just as Negan kicked him in the back making him grunt in pain. Negan didn't say a word as he walked back to you and stood in front of you.

After some time you sat leaning against the wall, Negan watched as you closed your eyes and rubbed your belly with a frown. He wondered what you were feeling.

"You ok?" He asked as you took a deep breath.

"Fine," you responded without opening your eyes.

"You don't look all too fine to me, baby-"

"Negan, cut the baby shit." You looked up at him in the eyes.

"I'm fine, now leave me alone."

"Maybe if Adam was here-" you cut him off hearing the sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh leave Adam out of this!"

"Fuck Adam." He snapped back with a calm yet vicious tone. Angrily you slowly pushed yourself up, Negan watched as you walked farther away from him and sat back down on the floor.

"Really?" He raised his brows.

In silence you sat against the wall before your eyes began to feel heavy. Slowly you fell asleep, your head leaning sideways Negan stood up and very carefully adjusted you. Taking off his jacket he covered you with it as you quietly stayed asleep.

A while later you woke up to a much familiar scent. Slowly opening your eyes a bit confused you wondered why that scent was so close until you realized Negans jacket lay over you. It was a scent that bought back many memories, a scent you never forgot. Negan looked down at you as he watched how you stared as his jacket before you looked up.

"Feel better now that you had a nap?" The humor in his tone made you roll your eyes at him.

"Mhm," you pushed yourself up until you noticed his hand in front of you. Annoyingly you grabbed his hand as he pulled you up, he stared down at you for a moment not letting go of your hand until you yanked it back.

"Thank you," you spoke with an attitude that made him smirk.

The morning came quicker than you thought it would, the noises outside quieting down as everyone made the plan to leave.

"I don't think we should leave yet," Negan muttered to you making you sigh.

"Everyone is leaving, Negan. I'm not staying here." You sighed shaking your head.

"Listen, Tori. I know you're not exactly excited about the idea of staying with me but I don't trust whatever the hell is happening out there. And I could give a shit if everyone is leaving, they're not pregnant. You are." He spoke sternly.

"And they sure as hell aren't my problem but once again, baby, you are." His eyes locked with yours as leaned in face to face with you, you held your ground crossing your arms.

"Fine," you whispered.

Going upstairs everyone checked if everything was clear outside the doors. Staying beside Negan you watched as everyone went their own way when you heard a familiar voice right outside.

"Victoria!"

It was Adam.

"You've got to be shitting me," Negan muttered under his breath as Adam made his way through the others and let himself inside.

"Jesus, I thought something happened to you!"

You breathed in relief as he came to hug you. The sight of this man hugging you made Negans body tense up. He didn't hide his disapproval of Adams presence in any way.

"I was surprised when you told me he was here, I didn't think you'd be with him."

Adam motioned towards Negan making him step closer beside you.

"Well she was and she's been just fine," Negan spoke defensively.

"Sure-"

"And what the hell is that suppose to mean?" Negan took a step closer to Adam making you anxious.

"Can you guys just stop! Adam is just trying to help ok, he's always helped me before you came along." You yelled at Negan making him chuckle.

"Yeah, I wonder what exactly you may have been helping him with that he was so eager to help you." He looked back towards Adam.

"What do you have a fetish with pregnant women?" Negans words took you by surprise making you unexpectedly smack him. Negan knew he was wrong to say this, his jealousy reacting in a way that he didn't care how he sounded. He looked back at you in silence, more than anger he could see the hurt in your eyes. The look you gave him making him feel guilt when Adam blocked your way standing before him. Giving Negan a threatening glare, Negan furrowed his brows in return.

"What the hell do you think I'm gonna hit her?" Adam didn't respond as Negan looked at you behind him.

"Come on, Adam. It's fine," you took his arm and walked away as Negan didn't take his eyes off you.

Brandon made sure all doors were locked before he went back downstairs. After some time Negan sat on the couch watching as you both whispered to each other. Adam suggesting for you both to leave but a part of you started to feel anxious about leaving just yet.

"Let's get out of here," Adams words made Negan stand up.

"And go where?"

"There's been no other noise out there, whatever it was is probably over." Adam responded as you pushed yourself up.

"You do realize she's six months pregnant, the hell are you trying to do risk her and my daughters life?"

"I'm trying to do more for her than you are-" Negan cut him off with a loud cynical laugh.

"So you think you can do more for her than I could?"

"I think it's better we get moving-"

"Adam, maybe we shouldn't go yet." Adam and Negan both turned to you surprised with what you had to say.

"You're gonna listen to him?" Adam leaned in towards you.

"I just think maybe we should wait, what if there's another emergency. I can't exactly run and we don't-"

"Oh come on, Victoria. What are we gonna stay and wait here?"

"If waiting here is what's best for her, better to be safe than sorry. We don't know what the fuck is happening, whatever it was we don't know if it will happen again." Negan was right and you knew this.

"He's right," you whispered hesitantly, Adam sucked his teeth and walked away leaving Negan and you alone. You wouldn't look up at him but you could feel him staring at you, you could tell he wanted to say more, just as you did but you quickly walked away.

"I'm going downstairs to see what Brandon has that he could help with," Adam spoke as you walked into the kitchen. Not exactly sure where you were going you just didn't want to be left alone with Negan.

Negan stood alone for a moment before he finally gave in and followed you to where you were. Standing by the doorway he found you sitting at the dining table rubbing your belly.

"You just gonna keep avoiding me?" His voice startling you making you look up.

"I'm not avoiding you," you lied.

"Sweetheart," Negan walked further into the kitchen grabbing a chair as he sat directly across from you.

"Don't you know you're talking to a man that knows you?" Again you wouldn't look up, you couldn't. Feeling a knot in your throat as you struggled to hold tears back you thought about that night that you found him at the bar. Negan furrowed his brows noticing the emotion on your face. Clenching his jaw he leaned forward, he knew exactly what was on your mind.

"If I could take back the pain I caused you, I would," he whispered in a husky voice. His words were enough to cause a tear to roll down your cheek.

"It doesn't matter," you whispered quickly brushing it away.

"Of course it fucking does. God dammit Tori, I wish you'd talk to me-"

"What do you want me to say?!" You stood up with desperation in your voice.

"I'm hurt, I'm hurt more than I ever thought I could be. I had just found out I was pregnant, I was anxious, yet...excited. I didn't expect this to happen like this." Negan looked up at you with glossy eyes, composing his emotions as he listened to you.

"You didn't have to leave the way you did.." he whispered.

"I did what I felt was best,"

"Well it wasn't the right choice." Negan responded rather quickly. You stood silent looking down at the table as he stared up at you.

"What's the real deal between you and this asshole?" Negans question making you look up.

"He was just Annie's neighbor, Annie used to take me all the time to my appointments but at times when she couldn't he offered. No, I didn't sleep with him like you implied earlier." Negan looked away knowing he was wrong for what he said.

"I'm sorry, that was a dick move on my part, I should've never said that."

"Mhm." You rubbed your belly some more as Negan watched.

"Did he ever ask you about the baby's father?" Negan asked.

"Yes..yes he did," you sighed.

"And what did you tell him?"

"I just told him you weren't around," Negan brushed his hand over his facial hair, showing his dislike to your response.

"What else was I suppose to say, Negan?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe that I didn't even fucking know you were pregnant because you didn't tell me shit. Making that asshole fucking think I knew but just didn't care-"

"He didn't think that," you quickly interrupted.

"What the fuck else would he think?" Negan raised his voice slamming his hand on the table.

"Don't start with your crap, Negan," you waved your hands at him not wanting to hear anymore of what he had to say.

"What crap, Tori? You know I'm not wrong-"

"Negan-"

"No-" Negan continued to yell angrily when suddenly a sharp pain causing you to lean forward and gasp stopped Negan in his tracks. His face quickly changed as he stood up and made his way to you.

"What is it, Victoria. You alright?" You could hear the concern in his voice as you leaned onto the table. His hand on your back, you took a deep breath and stood up straight when the sharp pain struck again making you grab his hand in panic.

"I'm right here," Negan held onto you as you stood still afraid the pain would return. He could see the fear on your face as you slowly caught your breath. Once you felt certain the pain wouldn't return you looked up at him and realized you were still holding onto him squeezing his hand.

"You alright?" He asked looking down at you.

"Yes," you whispered without letting go of him, you didn't want to. For the first time since you had seen Negan you were thankful that he was close, you didn't want him to leave your side.

"What happened?" Adam appeared at the door rushing towards you.

"Nothing I-"

"She's fine, I got her." Negan spoke defensively.

Adam looked back at you for reassurance.

"I'm fine," you whispered with a smile. Adam looked down and noticed you were holding Negans hand. Looking away you didn't notice the look Adam gave Negan before leaving the room. To you this may have been just a friend helping you out innocently but by the look Adam had Negan noticed it was much deeper than that...for him at least.

"What is it?" You whispered making Negan look down at you.

"Nothing, let me sit you down and get you some water. I'll be right back." Negan made sure you were comfortable before going to get the bag of food Brandon had given you, when he ran into Adam.

"You think you can just come back into her life and take her from me?" Adams words made Negan furrow his brows.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm the one that's been there for her these past few months, I'm the one that's taken care of her and gone to her appointments, thinking of that child that she's going to have as my own." Negan could feel his rage begin to set in by his words.

"Well here's some news for you asshole, that child isn't yours and neither is that woman, so here's some advice for you before you really piss me off. Get the fuck out of here, she doesn't need you anymore."

"You know she told me all about you and what you did," Adam began to chuckle sarcastically.

"Is that so," Negan squinted his eyes getting in Adams face.

"She would never ask me to leave, she would never trust you again. She's going to see I'm better for her than you, like I've already shown her." Negan took a step closer to him, a smirk appearing on his lips as it took everything in him in that moment to control himself.

"Negan?" Your voice making him quickly turn back towards where you were.

"I'm coming, Tori," he responded before looking back at Adam.

"Go now while she's calling for you, I doubt she'll be doing much of that soon." Adam smiled before walking off. Negan flared his nostrils before walking back to where you were. He knew it, he knew Adam was more invested in this than you realized.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing a look on his face as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Nothings wrong," Negan lied without looking at you in the eye as he placed the bag on the table and taking out a water bottle.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked softly as he handed you the bottle of water.

"Anything."

"Adam.." Negans body tensed up at the mention of him.

"Just promise me you won't fight with him. There's no reason to, he's been a really good friend." He stood silent for a moment, the last thing he wanted to do was upset you and trigger any pain or discomfort.

"Whatever you want, baby." Negan responded calmly knowing whatever it was going on with Adam, it was just getting started.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #the walking dead #negan x reader #negan x you #negan x oc #negan x ofc #the walking dead fan fic #twd fan fiction

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober ‘21 Prompt No. 4 — “Fine, I give up.”

Category: Original WIP: Darkspace Portent Rating: T Timeline: M31 arc…probably in the ballpark of book 4/book 5 CW: Alcohol and swearing. Word Count: 1,109 Additional Notes: as I finished this it occurred to me that there’s a pun in the timeline ☝🏽 and I have to say it was not intended

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"Explain it to me like I'm five."

Guetry swallowed his mouthful of beer and set the bottle next to his plate of yet-uneaten pizza. He placed the tips of one finger from each hand on the table to demonstrate his explanation. "Okay. There's a ball. But it's a small ball. Probably the size of my fist."

Warren nodded across the table from him, bringing his beer to his lips. "I'm with you."

"There's a person over here"—Guetry tapped a specific spot on the table—"and they're literally the most important person on the team right now. The person over here"—he tapped another spot—"is the most important person on the other team. The point of this guy is to get this guy to not even really play."

"His entire purpose is to stop that guy from playing."

"Right, yes. They want this guy to go away. So they take the ball and throw it at the guy and the guy either misses or hits it with a big stick."

Warren paused in the middle of a swig. He lowered the bottle from his face. "There's a stick?"

"…Yeah? There is a stick and a ball—"

"The pitcher throws the ball and the batter hits the ball and someone in the infield or the outfield has to catch the ball or throw it to a baseman to get the batter out."

Guetry stared at him.

"Guetry, this is just baseball."

"If this was baseball, don't you think I would've said it was fucking baseball?" Guetry began to gesticulate more than demonstrate. "If I meant 'this guy's a batter and that guy's a pitcher,' I think I would've said 'this guy's a batter and that guy's a pitcher,' you piece of shit. You lived closer to the invention of the fucking sport than we are here, you think I don't know that you know what motherfucking baseball is, motherfucker?"

Warren unexpectedly burst out laughing, beer threatening to shoot out of every orifice of his face. "Then what the hell is this game, dumbass?!"

Guetry maintained a level tone throughout his tirade. "If you would stitch your fucking mouth shut for a god damn second, I could explain to you that it's not baseball because the point is not to run around a diamond until you're home, it's to try to hit the ball to a player with a net so they can then run or throw the ball to a predetermined goal before the timer runs down."

"So it's baseball and lacrosse, but weird."

"Fine, I give up. Yes, Warren, it's baseball, but over the years we decided that the sport was too stupid and rewrote all the rules to make it even stupider, and renamed it 'domers' after the guy who decided all of this because it just wasn't stupid enough." Guetry returned to his pizza, reclining in his chair to prop his feet up on the chair beside him. "In case you were wondering, which I know you weren't, my team has been the Engines since I was a wee lad."

"I'm sorry, the what?" Warren looked at him, feigning offense. "The who?"

"Don't start. You heard exactly what I said."

"Yeah, but I like busting your balls." Warren finished his beer and took a big bite out of the pizza crust on his plate. "Almost as much as I like busting Thrive's."

Guetry grinned. "Didn't peg the obhelian as a CBT kinda guy."

"Uh-huh, you didn't peg the obhelian at all, and it's gonna stay that way if I have anything to say about it." Warren sniffed. "That's not what I meant anyway."

"I'll take you to a domers game sometime. Or at least a stadium showing. They're usually based on a moon…I think this year it's Earth's turn."

Warren expressed surprise. "Whoa wait, they play the game on moons? Why didn't you lead with that?!"

"Because my goal in life is to make you feel like a moron," Guetry said, banging his fist on the table to punctuate each word. He grabbed his beer and took a swig. "Also because I didn't think about it."

"Okay. Yeah, that sounds cool. How's baseball faring, anyway?"

"Exclusively an Earth game, at least the leagues are. Got some silhou and Rotangan players, though. There used to be a couple Morrites but two of them had been using their tails, so Morrites as a whole had to be banned. Caused a huge stink, somewhat rightly so."

"You ever been to one?"

"No." Guetry's brows pinched together. "Have you?"

"Just school stuff. Some of my friends played. I did, too, just as an after-school hobby. Not for very long, though, 'cause, uh…well. You know."

Having known about Warren's history regarding a certain lake when he was seventeen, Guetry waved a hand dismissively. "I get it. Guess we got stuff to do together when we have time, huh?"

Warren stood from the chair to swipe another beer from Guetry's fridge. "'When we have time' being the operative phrase."

"Think your man would like domers or baseball?"

"Ah, no. Definitely not. Sports would be beyond him. He only even tolerates my dancing because he knows how much I love it."

Guetry chuckled.

"Also," Warren said, reappearing at the table with a brand new frosty bottle, "when you say 'domers'—"

"I meant the game this time." Guetry glanced at the face of his wrist device and also stood up. "Wanna spend the night? I gotta be up in the morning for a recording session with Alec."

"Sounds good." Warren cracked the cap open with a sharp twist. "I got messages to send out, I'll be in in a bit."

Guetry saluted on his way to the bathroom. By the time he was ready for bed, Warren had finished with his work and brought the beer into the bedroom. "Oh…does my nighttime routine really take that long?"

"Yes, but only because you're a diva."

"Skin care is not a joke, Warren. Left or right?"

"I'm usually a right-side sleeper with Thrive…"

"Left it is."

Warren snorted and set his empty bottle on the nightstand, then removed his shoes and socks. "Asshole."

"Hey, g'night, man. Love you."

Slipping under the blankets, Warren stretched out and found he had more room than he expected. He curled up beside Guetry and allowed himself to relax, finding that his wobbliness from the beer certainly helped that along. He frowned at what he'd just realized was the awkward way Guetry had said what he'd said. "...Love you too, Guetry."

"Lights, please, my dear."

Scotty gradually dimmed the bedroom light until it was completely out. "Good night, gentlemen."

Warren was asleep within five minutes.

#fp3 #Darkspace Portent #M31 Arc #repost

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Day 19 peoples!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Happy Birthday

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | "I'm not as stupid as you think I am"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 658

Warnings: heavy angst, mental spiraling, hurt no comfort, survivor's guilt

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"Okay, well we're tired so we're gonna go to bed. Night Vee!" Kaminari called, dragging Kiri along with him.

"Goodnight!"

I waved goodnight to them. I was alone. Finally.

I got up and turned off the TV, shutting everything down before going to the kitchen. It'd been a while since I baked anything.

I scraped together all I could remember about her. She liked chocolate, so chocolate cake is what I'm making I guess.

Eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, water, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, veggie oil, milk, salt…

Okay, we did have everything. Now to make it. The continuous cycle of wet the drys and dry the wets… it was simple. Sweet. Just like her.

I put it in the oven.

Now we wait about 30 minutes. 30 minutes to think…

Another year passed… another year they've had to endure in that miserable place while I'm out here, living comfortably, like a normal person…

Another year has passed and they're all still in that place no one should ever be.

Another year has passed.

The oven dinged.

The cake was done.

I pulled it out. The pleasant aroma filled the room while I let it cool. I couldn't frost it now. I'd have to wait.

I sat down on the kitchen floor. The timer would tell me when it was ready to frost. I didnt want to think. I wanted to turn my brain off. I fell into these thought spirals so easily.

It'd been another year…

The timer dinged. I got up.

The frosting was still where I'd left it in the pantry. I got out the frosting supplies. I decided on a black base with purple detailing, as well as a few green highlights. Just like her hair, and her eyes.

It didn't feel right adding a small cat design on top, but at the same time, it did. I put a few different number candles on the cake. A 20, and a 7, separately.

I lit the candles.

"Usuku lokuzalwa oluhle, Sayovai."

…I didn't wanna think about it. Sayovai is 20 now…

It's been another year they've had to wait for me to save them. Another year of failing. Another year they've been hoping I'll come back.

I felt something on my face. I realized I was crying. I'm fucking crying…

Another year of torture, another year of praying… Another year of survival.

I broke down. Sobs racked my body. I didnt care if anyone heard me, I couldn't believe I'd been such a let down.

Another year I've failed to save them.

I took some deep breaths. I still had to blow out the candles for her.

Pull yourself together 3. We promised her.

We promised her.

It took a bit, but I managed to calm myself to some extent. I blew out the candles for her. There you go, Sayovai.

I got out a knife. No sense in wasting cake. I took out the candles. I cut myself a slice.

I put the rest of the cake in the fridge.

My fork slid through the piece I got for myself with ease. Maybe I was better at baking than I remembered.

I brought the piece to my lips, but I couldnt eat it. I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

7 will never get to eat this cake. Do it for her.

I put it in my mouth.

It was sweet. The texture was nice.

Another bite.

Then another.

And another.

Usually I love chocolate cake. I didnt bother questioning why this was so much more difficult to eat. I already knew the answer.

It took everything I had not to outright sob while eating. That'd make me choke, then who would save them?

I finally finished the piece. Deep breaths Vee…

"Usuku lokuzalwa oluhle, Sayovai…" I repeated. It was a lie.

Until I got them out, it would never be happy.

Kuze kube unyaka ozayo. Sengathi wena nabanye ningahlala niphephile.

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #psychological #my hero academia #fic #psychological whump #heavy angst #hurt no comfort #mental breakdown #survivor's guilt #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writers #creative writing #my writing #writerscommunity #whump writer #whump writing #emotional whump #whump #oc: ov

[oswinunknown]

woe, my unus annus story be upon ye

putting this under the cut bc its long as hell but

its my experience with unus annus that i never really shared, but after todays memento and mori videos, i wanted to type out.

memento mori, love you all.

It's Saturday, November 7th, 2020. 

I was in a downward slump when I stumbled upon the Unus Annus Reddit videos. 

I went to watch it because I figured why not.

But then I went to watch the recent videos. And I realised I was running out of time.

So despite all the piles of Homework, all the tests, all the stress I was ALREADY under. 

I looked at the timer, saw it was gonna end in a week, thought “GAH FUCK IT” and went ahead and binged every episode of unus annus before the stream

By the time the stream started, I had finished every episode and had catched up to where I first watched the recent episodes. And I stayed till midnight watching the livestream even during an online class.

And when the screen went black, and unus annus was deleted, I cried.

Every year whenever I see people talk about how they were here for the full year, watching each episode daily when it came out, when it was new, I feel guilty because I will never get that experience of having it be a daily thing.

However, my experience of Unus Annus, despite being only one really stressful (yet, really funny) week, has been the most formative days of my entire life.

I know people joke about saying their life changed before and after watching a certain piece of media, and I know that's true for some people because I can pinpoint my life changing after that week of watching unus annus. (i suppose its unus hebdomadis bc its one week instead of a year /j)

I remember it was the day after its death that I decided to make my socials, especially my discord, which coincidentally I needed to meet my new friends in online school at the time. Ironically, it was unus annus that gave me the motivation to go and meet them, go onto the call where there was an option to talk over voice rather than text, and I'll never forget how much that simple choice meant to me, especially that year being a really fun and memorable year.

As the years go on, I'm slowly starting to notice how much unus annus has changed my life into a 180. 

Before unus annus, I was mostly shy. I was goofy when I wanted to but I always remained closer to the quieter side whenever i wasnt with friends.

Post unus annus? I've never felt more myself in years. I'm a bit more out there, i talk to people and be goofy regardless of my friends being there, i learn to let myself balance the deep and the goof, i was more and more balancing out the quieter side with a louder and extroverted side that was the same me i grew up with. 

Not only that but it's also what led me into joining the ALWY discord server and making even more friends than I've ever had in my life. Making my summer, and current life all the more better. 

I know I missed out the communal and daily aspect of unus annus. I know I should have been there from the beginning because I was, my humour just wasn't fit for the absolute powerhouses of Mark Ethan and Amy yet. I know I should have watched every video when it came out.

Yet I didn't, I had something much more time sensitive, much more rushed, yet just as emotional as you who were there from the beginning.

So, where am I going with this ramble?

I have no clue, I just wanted to share it because Unus Annus has honestly changed my life, and myself in so many good ways. It was through Unus Annus that allowed me to be more free, more fun, yet still keeping the same self I knew through the years. 

Were it not for Unus Annus, I wouldn't have had amazing friends, amazing experiences, and be able to know more and more personally the people that I care for and am close to. Honestly i expect that had i not been into Unus Annus i probably would be still a shy and closed off girl, as opposed to the more open and showing myself bigender dude who is willing to be funny and be a helping hand to those i care for.

So big.

Thank you Mark, Ethan, Amy, Lixian, Marcus, Rachel, and all the other members of the Unus Annus team.

And thank you to my friends in the Problem Children GC, the ALWY discord, and my irl friends. 

Memento mori.

Unus Annus

#unus annus #long post #story #memento mori #ozzy rambles

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Talk - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader // ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: Crack, Fluff, Cursing, Sexual Mentions

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Katsumi has recently turned 8 and Bakugou thinks it’s time for her to receive the talk and tries to get Y/N to give it to her, however Bakugou finds himself doing the deed instead.

“Katsuki! Go!”

“No I just-“

“You have to-“

“But I don’t-“

“AH AH AH JUST GO!”

“nooOOO!!”

Bakugou and Y/N both spoke over each other saying those things until eventually Y/N pushed Bakugou into the room and barricaded the door to keep him inside. On the inside, Bakugou slammed his fist against the door demanding to be released.

“Y/N Bakugou! Open this door right now!” He screamed from the other side.

“Sure thing dAD,” she said dramatically, “after you do what you gotta do!”

“It’s DAD-DY TO YOU!” He screamed again. “LET ME OUT!”

“Suki! This was your idea!” You explained from the outside.

“Yeah but we’re a team! I thought we would be doing this together!” He said.

“Yeah well I didn’t wanna do it and since you insisted so bad that this just had to happen, you can do the deed!” You argued from the other side of the door.

“Y/N! You can’t keep me in here with that..that DEMON!” He screamed.

“Daddy?” Bakugou flinched as he quickly turned around with his back pressed against the door. He shook in fear as his smile trembled and his eye twitched as he looked at that thing on the floor. It was sitting in the chair holding a cup of hibiscuses tea while it wore a pink boa and tiara. It had an orange boa ready to go with an extra tiara on the other seat for the tea party that was currently happening in the girly princess styled bedroom.

“Yes princess?” He said to his eight year old daughter as she looked at him with a waiting stare. And yes we referred to her as ‘it’ before.

“You said you would join me for my tea party to give me the talk about something. What was it?” Katsumi said. Bakugou gulped in fear as he watched his daughter gesture to the empty seat. Bakugou slowly walked to the tiny chair and sat as his knees scrunched up to his chest. He cleared his throat as he put on the boa and tiara and looked around to see he was seated next to Mr. HoneyBear and Madam Unicorn. Katsumi poured him a cup of tea and he picked up the tiny ceramic, that was much too small for his large hands, until he heard his daughter clear her throat.

“Ehem,” she said. Bakugou stared and watched as she picked up her cup and stuck out her pinkie. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as he mimicked her actions and carefully took a sip. He placed the cup down as he placed his hands on his knees, making a small rhythm as he was nervous and didn’t know how to begin.

“Okay daddy! What did you wanna tell me?” She squealed. Bakugou looked around in nervousness. He didn’t even know how to begin the talk.

“Okay! Um...well. You see Katsumi..you are old enough to finally know where...umm...how...eh,” Bakugou stumbled over his words until Y/N poked her head in to help.

“Where babies come from,” she whispered and then shut the door again. Bakugou growled as he looked at the door.

“If you’re so good at this why don’t you come in here?!” He whispered yelled.

“Because you’re the one that wanted this to happen!” She whispered yelled back through the door.

“Coward!” Bakugou seethed. Y/N then opened the door again to give her two cents.

“Nice boa and tiara, PRinCeSS,” you teased. Bakugou threw one of the cookies on the plate at the door and it was going to hit you but you shut it before it could. Bakugou settled in his seat and tossed his boa to wrap around his neck and readjusted his tiara.

“Right Katsumi, it’s time for you to know where babies come from,” he explained to the eight year old. She stared at him with a raised brow as she sipped from her cup.

“You and Mommy already told me, remember? You guys said the storks bring down the babies!” She explained. Bakugou cringed at the memory of the time he almost slipped up and practically explained sex to his daughter when she was only 5. Luckily, Y/N saved his ass with the stork story.

“Right, but the storks just bring the babies..they don’t...create them,” he said.

“Oh! So then who creates them?” She innocently asked with the same doe eyes her mother had. Bakugou bit his lip in nervousness as he began to tremble again.

“Well you see...when two people..um, love each other..very....much....they Umm...at a certain time they’ll...” Katsumi began to get a little bored and yawned. Katsuki watched and just decided to rip the band-aid right off. He slammed his hands on his thighs as he spoke.

“You know what! Forget this! Katsumi! When a man loves a women, they’ll....” Bakugou trailed off as he realized exactly what he had to say. He stood up and put himself in the corner as he sat on the ground with his knees crunched up to his chest again.

“Daddy, just tell me! I’m getting bored and the tea is getting cold!” Katsumi whined. Bakugou sighed out as he returned to his seat.

“Katsumi, listen,” he exhaled before he began, “a man has this thing called a penis,” he cringed at his words, “and you know that a woman, like yourself, has a what?”

“A vagina. You and Mommy taught me the big girl words so that if something bad were to happen, I can properly explain and get help without confusing anyone. It’s part of my no-no square.” She said while casually messing with her toys.

“Right..and uh...your no-no square can only be touched by...uhm...your doctors with permission and..uh, in the far future, the one you love.” He explained.

“Like you and Mommy?” She asked.

“Uh..no..well..not really. Only in certain cases but you can trust that me and Mommy will never hurt you,” Bakugou said.

“I trust that! But what do you mean ‘love’ then?” Katsumi once again questioned.

“Well..love..as in like a boyfriend or a husband-“

“Or a prince?” Katsumi excitedly asked.

“....uh..sure?” Bakugou said, “but eventually..you and your...prince, OR PRINCESS OR ROYAL MAJESTY.. whatever you’re into, will eventually want to experience...something called..uh..sexual interco-“

*DING!*

“Whats that?” Bakugou asked as he pointed towards the timer.

“My brownies are ready!” Katsumi said and excitedly got up to get her desserts. Bakugou raised his brow in question as he didn’t realize his daughter could bake.

“Brownies?” He questioned.

“Mhm! I made them in my easy bake oven!” She said as she brought the tiny tray containing six mini brownies over to the table. “Try one!”

Bakugou looked at the tray and saw burnt pieces and he’s pretty sure he saw a bubble on one of the slimy brownies pop. He silently and subtly gagged but covered it up with a cough. He cleared his throat before he used a shaky hand to pick one up.

“And what’s the number we use to call in emergencies?” Bakugou asked.

“1-1-0,” Katsumi said.

“Good girl,” he said and took a small bite into the brownie. He chewed and bit into some hard, crunchy pieces but felt something else running down his throat. “Umm..Katsumi, Princess-“

“You like it? I tried really hard because I know you’re a great chef Daddy!” She happily explained. Bakugou couldn’t hate on his little girl’s brownies so he just had to ask a few questions.

“They’re Umm..delicious! A little burnt but it’s still very....very...good? But uh..what did you put in these?” He cautiously asked as he continued to chew.

“Brownie batter, duh, and sequence, rhinestones, and just a pinch of glitter!”

“HAH!” Y/N laughed from the other side of the door.

In the middle of Katsumi’s explanation, Bakugou swallowed the piece of brownie and began choking, he tried to get his cup of tea to wash it down but it was too tiny to do any good. Katsumi just watched in confusion as her father choked and sat down as she sipped her own cup of tea with a confused and almost sarcastic face. Bakugou lifted the tea pot and attempted to drink out of it but saw it was empty. He ran to his daughter’s door and tried to open it but Y/N still had it blocked. He blasted it open with his quirk and Katsumi just laughed at the scene with her hand covering her mouth and Y/N stood infront of the doorway in shock.

“Katsuki!” She yelled at her husband for breaking the door but he only ran down to the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet as he jugged down the flow of water. He finally stopped choking and after he finished his symphony of coughs, he flopped onto the couch.

Back with Y/N and Katsumi:

“Hang on love, just enjoy your tea and then wait here. Mommy will be right back.” Y/N said and then ran downstairs. She found her husband face down on the couch and laughed at him.

“Umm.. Katsuki..are you, pfft..okay?” You laughed out. Bakugou just poked his head up to glare at his wife and flopped his head back down on the couch.

“She can wait a few years for the talk. I’m pretty sure the universe just gave me a big fat fucking hint at that.” He grumbled into the couch.

“Hehe..I told you so~” Y/N said in a sing-songy voice.

“I tOLd YoU sOoo- SHUT UP!” Bakugou complained. Y/N just continued to laugh at her husband’s whine and just rubbed at his back to comfort his pain.

—

After cleaning up the mess Katsuki made at Katsumi’s door and helping her daughter wash up, Y/N finally put Katsumi to bed and met her husband down stairs. He was still on the couch but this time he was sitting while watching some random channel on TV. He noticed Y/N and opened up his arms for her. Y/N joined him on the couch but laughed a little as she cuddled into his side.

“Umm..Suki?”

“Yes love?”

“When are you gonna take off that boa and tiara?”

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[party-gilmore]

This is still just a half formed thought but @pebblesrus got me thinking bout The Pool Scene and Eliot viewing his body/safety as something to physically exchange for that of others, combined with the commentary about how Eliot was counting the seconds Hardison was without air, like

There's still the thrum of angry tension stretching out from Hardison between them through the night, during Flores's call, on the way in and through the airport... Eliot isn't avoiding Hardison's angry gaze, but he's not seeking it out either. It burns under his skin, a hot coil of discomfort and the sinking sensation of having ruined something unless he manages to make things even.

At some point midflight, Hardison gets up to pace near the bar (because it might have been last minute, but he's NOT gonna make the team fly coach - even though he's still upset with Eliot and may have thought about it for a minute). Eliot follows a few seconds later and catches Hardison on the way back, quickly shoving him into the small lavatory and locking the door behind them.

"Man! What the hell! If you don't get your hands off me, I-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Hardison stops flailing against Eliot's grip around his wrists and just... stares, incredulous.

"...what?"

"You were without air for one minute, nineteen seconds."

"...you were counting." It feels a little like a question, although it isn't. Not really. Eliot's grim expression softens often imperceptibly. Hardison would've missed it if they weren't crammed so tightly in the small bathroom. Eliot answers the non-question anyway, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Course I was."

Hardison tumbles that around in his head for a bit. Of course Eliot was counting. Probably to know when it was too dangerous anymore to stay in character. Hardison knows how important it was to gain Moreau's trust at the time. In his head, he knows that. Knew it, even then. He was just... so afraid, at almost drowning, and angry at the secrets Eliot was keeping... but he was counting. He would've gone in for him, if he needed. Blown the whole damn thing.

Yeah the situation just sucked all the way around, sure, and yeah Alec's still a little pissed - why wouldn't he be! He's got the right! - but Eliot was counting. That means even though he'd had to put Hardison's life at risk, he was willing to risk even more - his own safety, the entire con - to pull him back out if needed. That was something, right? That was still-

-Hardison's too busy turning the pieces around in his own head to notice Eliot shifting his grip from Hardison's wrists to his hands. Tugging them closer. Pulling them up.

Alec snaps back to the present when his fingertips graze the warm, flushed skin of Eliot's neck.

"What-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Eliot suddenly presses Hardison's hands tight around his throat, guiding his thumbs to the appropriate hollows beneath his jaw.

"You... you can't be fucking serious!"

He tries to pull away, but Eliot's grip holds fast.

"Damnit Hardison," his growl comes rough, grating, as he puts pressure on his own windpipe through Hardison's palm. "You were right! Okay? I risked your life. For one minute and nineteen seconds. So that's what you get. Just... just do it, man! Get it over with, then we're even!"

"Even-... man, do you not realize how fucked up this is? I'm not... I'm not doing this!"

With a growl, Eliot tears his hands away from Hardison's, and Alec snatches his newly freed palms back to his chest. Eliot clearly wants to pace, but can't in the cramped room, so he settles with carding his fingers through his hair.

"Then what the fuck else do you want from me, man!" His voice already sounds ragged, even with how short of a time Hardison (or rather, Eliot by way of Hardison) was pressing around his throat.

"I just wanted you to be honest with us! With me!" Hardison slumps back against the far wall, anxiously rubbing his jaw as he tries to find the words. "Alright, look, I get it, what you had to do at the pool. I do. That doesn't mean my being upset about it is just gonna... go away!"

"I know that!"

Hardison flinches as Eliot slams his fist against the side wall. He knows the strike wasn't meant to be pointedly 'at' him, that in such a small space there's not a whole lot of room to safely lash out in when feeling cornered, but it was still too close to him for comfort. Eliot clocks the flinch, and for a moment the frustration on his face morphs into a clear expression of the guilt he's been masking since the pool.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... fuck, I'm sorry," he pulls away, shrinking in on himself like he does on the grift, trying to consciously make himself seem smaller. "I just... I just don't want to have ruined us, man. Whatever is we've got... you and me, this team... I just wanna fix what I broke. I want us to be good."

"We are good, man," Hardison cautiously steps forward. He thinks to put a hand on Eliot's shoulder, but that's too close to his throat at the moment, so he goes for the outside of his arm instead. "You don't gotta... let me hurt you to make things even. That's... I don't know where the hell you learned that, but I don't like it. I'm not gonna do it. You just... you just gotta let me feel my feelings for a bit, okay? We'll get Moreau, and that'll feel fucking great, and have a little party, and everything will be fine. "

Eliot looks up at him and the ragged, raw desperation in his gaze about knocks Hardison back against the wall.

"...that's it?" Eliot's almost laughing, with a dry sarcastic bite behind his tone that makes him sound unhinged... well, more unhinged than usual. Although, he did just ask Hardison to choke him, so Alec figures we're not exactly working with the usual state of mind here.

"It's that easy, huh? You just... say we're good, and we're good?"

"Uh, yeah." Hardison shakes his head, tightening and loosening his grip on Eliot's arm in what he hopes is a soothing pattern. "That's how normal feelings work when somebody you care about pisses you off. You talk your shit out, it hurts for a bit while it heals up, then you're good. I don't know who fucking taught you you had to pay for-"

Oh. Oh but then it hits him. The dots finish connecting and he's looking down at Eliot, who's been strung tight and volatile as a clumsily stripped live wire ever since they closed in on Moreau, and in that moment Alec knows who taught him that.

He steps in close, carefully taking the back of Eliot's neck in a gentle grip, and ducks slightly to even out their gazes. Eliot’s whole body is tensed so hard he's almost shaking with it, but his eyes start to lose their sharp edge with Hardison's easy hold.

"I need you to hear me, Eliot. If I say we're good? Then we're good. No strings attached, no games, no doing any 'favors' for me first to prove any kind of loyalty or whatever. You know I don't play that shit. Yeah? You hearing me, man?"

Eliot's body starts to lose a bit of it's tension. A hesitant nod starts, but stops early. Hardison's seen Parker do that before, when she's too nervous to fully commit to a new idea even if she wants to, so he softens his tone and backs up a bit like he does with her.

"You hear me, babe?"

"I hear you," the reply is soft, almost embarrassed, and Eliot's eyes dart away. Hardison let's him go, indulging the gruff 'pretending to shake off the touch' Eliot does a second too late to be any kind of believable, and respectfully ignores the clearing of his throat and wiping at his eyes.

"We, uh..." Eliot turns to the door, fidgeting with the handle for a moment. "So, we'll talk. In San Lorenzo. When it's done?"

"When it's done."

Affirmation granted, Eliot darts out of the room. Hardison takes a few more minutes. Washes his face. Processes all the data thrown at him in the past few minutes as much as he can before filing it away for later. For 'when it's done.'

BONUS:

I feel like later, when they have their actual talk and Moreau is dealt with and both parties are a little more calm about it, Eliot is still like okay, I hear you, I understand that you don't need this to feel like we're square... but I do. Please.

And this time, knowing a little more of the whole story, Hardison is more comfortable accepting that like you know what, okay. If this is what you need, now that we've talked it out in a much less charged scenario and I can trust that you're in (more of) your right mind about this, okay. So long as you know I don't need this, that this is for you, and that if you need to stop early you swear you'll tell me.

Eliot probably rolls his eyes a bit at that like c'mon not even a full two minutes of getting choked out? He's had to go [absurd amount of time] without air in [equally absurd situation] in [obscure country], he'll be fine.

So Hardison sets a timer, and gently presses Eliot up against a wall, hands wrapping round his throat, Eliot's hands around his wrists - the deal is that he holds on for as long as he's good, if he let's go then so does Hardison - and he starts pressing in.

The whole scene is far softer and more intimate than either of them expected. They keep crazy intense but somehow still gentle eye contact almost the entire way through - the only exception being when Eliot's eyelids start to flutter a bit near the end, his grip loosening but not letting go - and when the time's up Eliot almost doesn't want Hardison to let go. He didn't even know that was a Thing for him. It had never been like that before, and like he said it's hardly his first time being choked... but something about trusting Hardison with that level of control... it makes him realize he maybe likes it a little too much. Putting his actual life in Hardison's hands in such a very physical, tangible way.

It kind of scares him, to be honest, how easily he'd be willing to let him do it again. And thinking about Hardison always leads to thinking about Parker, and thinking about Parker always leads to thinking about Parker's hands, and he realizes that he'd even trust "I hang off buildings by my fingertips" hand strength Parker to do it too... maybe even gets excited at the idea of it...

...and realizes he's well and truly screwed.

#eliot spencer #alec hardison #eliot spencer x alec hardison #precursor to the #leverage ot3 #Moreau's mindfuckery

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

in which harry joins a new gym and you’re a trainer there.

a/n: happy new years loves! wishing you all a lovely and happy 2021! first fic of 2021 and im so excited to write more stories this year! to start the new year, here is boxer!harry for you, and this is for my very own timetravelathon fic challenge! if you’d like to join, please let me know, I’d love to have you on board! this story takes place in the 1990, and i know some of the songs mentioned weren’t released specifically in 1990 (just a few years after), but just pretend it was lol because they’re too good to not mention in this story hehe, but happy reading and pls reblog and leave feedback <3

thank you to @sunflowers-styles for beta reading this for me, love you always!

WORD COUNT: 22.6k of (kinda) boxer!harry x trainer!yn filled with angst and smut

WARNINGS: mentions of abandonment and blood 

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16 August 1990

With every move he made, Harry felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his face, down his back, and trailing down his chest. Small huffs of breath were released from his mouth, trying not to make it known that he was exhausted, but he continued until all of his energy was used up through the very end. 

“C’mon,” he muttered to himself, anticipating the certain words to be yelled out. 

He’d been going at it for a while now, muscles aching as he felt like he was about to collapse any minute. But he was determined to finish, to feel the satisfaction running through his veins, knowing that this was his best round. 

“And time!” His trainer yelled at him, clicking the stop button on his timer. 

Harry got in one last punch before putting his arms down, the soreness made his limbs feel like jello as he shook them out. The black leather punching bag was swinging back and forth, the chain that held up the speed bag rattled and slid against the metal bar. Harry loved that sound because it indicated that he was going his hardest to where the chain couldn’t keep up. 

“Nice one, kid.” Henson, his trainer said as he fist-bumped Harry’s red glove. 

Harry simply nodded in appreciation, too exhausted to speak as he placed his gloves onto his knees, leaning down as beads of sweat dripped down onto the matted floor. Several harsh breaths came out of his mouth as he sniffed in the fresh oxygen that was mixed with the musky scent of the gym. 

Benny, Harry’s best friend, exited the ring, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his arm before walking towards Harry, who was still leaning on his knees. Benny tapped Harry’s glove, making him stand up straighter, and Harry patted Benny’s back. 

“Good job out there, mate,” Harry told his best friend. Benny was in the ring with one of the other trainers, Mike, doing one of the nonstop routines. Harry liked training with Mike in the ring, but not when it was for cardio and timed rounds; he liked when it was chill, so he knew how hard he had to hit the target, which were the pads. But for the timed rounds they did, Harry was usually by the speed bags and Mike was in the ring. 

“You too, man,” Benny breathed out with a smile. 

They headed over to the bench to take their gloves off and catch a breather. The pair would do a  cardio day every Thursday to get a good, sweaty workout in, and it always left them exhausted, but definitely much stronger. 

“Hey, I’m not gonna be able to workout next Thursday,” Benny mentioned. Harry furrowed his brows as he put the end of the strap between his teeth to pull it off from the velcro, taking one glove off. 

“What? Why not?” Harry asked confusingly. They never really had to call off a workout, especially Thursdays, unless one of them was sick, but other than that, neither of them missed any workout days. 

“I’m taking the wife on a date,” Benny smirked, clearly very excited to spend some time with his wife, but Harry wasn’t amused. 

“On a Thursday? Why can’t you do that on Friday?” 

Benny rolled his eyes. “Because we both called off Friday, so we’re having a four day weekend to ourselves,” he explained. 

Harry huffed, clearly not entertained. “Guess so…” 

Benny knew Harry was always like this, ever since they were younger. The two had been so close ever since they met, now that Benny had a wife, Harry always felt like the third wheel and that he rarely saw Benny, however, that wasn’t entirely true Benny exercised with Harry every night during the weekdays, and sometimes they even grabbed a bite to eat afterward when Benny could use that time to be with his wife, Marianne. 

Harry had an overwhelming fear of abandonment, it led him to have anxieties about how Benny could just get up and walk out of his life, even though he wouldn’t. Maybe it was why Harry is so attached to him; he’s the closest to Harry and it would completely destroy him if Benny ever decided that he didn’t want to be his friend anymore. That fear only grew based on an unfortunate turn of events that happened in college, four years ago, and it left Harry to pieces. Benny had never seen Harry so broken where he literally had to pick him up and take care of him. He never wanted to see his best friend like that ever again because it absolutely crushed him. 

“It’s two days that we’re not going to be seeing each other, chill out. Didn’t know you were that in love with me,” Benny joked, hoping to lighten up Harry’s mood. Luckily, it worked because Harry breathed out a chuckle, throwing his towel at Benny’s face.

The two collected their belongings and walked over to the trainers as they always do at the end of every workout to have a light chat with them. Henson and Mike told them they did a great job and asked to confirm if they were still on for tomorrow, which Benny and Harry both agreed to. Benny also mentioned about not being able to work out next Thursday and Friday, including the reason why he wasn’t able to. 

Henson and Mike looked at each other as if they were keeping something from the two. Harry titled his head  and looked at Benny as if he was asking if he knew the reason why they were looking at each other weirdly, but Benny just shrugged his shoulders, just as clueless as Harry. 

“Are you gonna tell us why you’re acting suspiciously?” Harry asked. The two trainers both sighed defeatedly. 

“About that…” Henson started. “Next Friday…we’re closing,” he added. 

“Like, closing for the day?” Benny asked innocently, hoping they didn’t mean what he really thought. 

“No…for good,” Mike stated. Harry and Benny’s eyes both widened, words coming out of both of their mouths profusely. They were both talking over each other, disagreeing and not accepting the fact that the gym was shutting down. 

“You can’t just do that-”

“-No, we refuse to let you close down-”

“Alright, guys! Settle down. You’re starting to act like kids, for god's sake,” Henson interrupted the tantrum that was about to start. 

“You guys can’t just do that!” Benny exclaimed. 

“Why are you guys even doing that?” Harry asked. 

Mike sighed. “We mutually decided that it was best to close down because…we really need the money. My rent has been skyrocketing crazy high because more people have just decided that moving to Los Angeles is fun.” He rolled his eyes, and Harry slightly chuckled because it was true. Hollywood was the place to be and people from out of state had just figured out their new profound dream to move to one of the busiest cities. 

“Fight Night will never be forgotten, alright? We’re just ready to let this place go. Plus, the roof is leaking and the wall is tearing apart, and that’s gonna be a pain to fix,” Henson added. 

Mike and Henson were brothers and built Fight Night when they were in college. With the help of their father, they decided to build a place to gain strength and power, all while helping others defend themselves. Harry and Benny had been frequenting it ever since college, and it felt like home to them. Aside from the yelling and stuffy scent, it was a place for them to release any type of anger or stress.

Benny introduced Fight Night to Harry when he had physically picked Harry up from the ground on, what possibly was, the worst night of his life. It was something Harry looked forward to after classes, anxiously bouncing his leg up and down, waiting to get to the gym. Fight Night helped rebuild him, and now, he was in disbelief that the gym was closing. 

“We’re old as fuck now. We wanna live our lives freely. Time to retire now, don’t you think?” Mike said with a sad chuckle. They were both in their late fifties, so Harry and Benny understood why they wanted to be free of work. 

The four of them hugged it out, a very emotional and sentimental hug that was heartwarming but sad. Eyes were slightly watered before Henson pushed them and said, “We’re closing the gym next week, not fucking dying! We have time for this bullshit for an entire week.” 

Harry and Benny left the gym with bittersweet hearts, but they kept Fight Night close to them, knowing that they owed a lot to the gym and the two men who built the facility. Mike had recommended some gyms that were close by if they were still interested in boxing, which they definitely were, so they were planning to check them out first before signing up. 

“Do you wanna get something to eat?” Harry asked once they were outside of the gym. The air was humid, nothing different from inside the gym since it was summer and the sun was beginning to go down. 

“Nah, I’m good. Gonna get home to Marianne. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Benny pat Harry’s back, nodding. 

Harry waved. “See you.” He watched Benny walk away before getting into his silver 1990 BMW 5 series, sighing. He always hated going home, and he always tried staying out for as long as he possibly could. 

As he drove home, he anxiously tapped his hands on the steering wheel as he couldn’t quite keep them still. It’d been happening for a while, a lot more often than he’d like, but he couldn’t help it. 

Walking into the darkness and emptiness of his home, he sighed sadly as he sulked all the way to the restroom to shower. The hot steam relieved his achy and sore muscles, but he was hoping for this shower to also release any occurring and bad thoughts he had in his head. 

He couldn’t help but think about the gym closing down. After going there for years, he couldn’t imagine going to a new gym; he’d adapted and adjusted to Fight Night that it would take him forever to find a gym that truly made him feel wanted. He was scared, to say the least. 

Harry was never a big fan of change. He liked being comfortable and stable and didn't like to move around a lot. So, the thought of going to a different gym that wasn’t Fight Night, terrified him. It only added to the list of things that had abandoned him. 

Once he was out of the shower, white towel secured lowly on his hips, showcasing his beautiful toned torso that was filled and inked with tattoos, his pager beeped. He wondered who it was as he walked over to his nightstand, considering that it was nearing nine in the evening. 

He deeply sighed when he saw the pager read ‘345987,’ immediately knowing who it was. The pager code meaning ‘I’m horny’ could only mean it’s coming from Lizette. 

Deciding not to answer the page, Harry set his pager down before walking back to the restroom, only for his home phone to ring, causing him to stop in his steps and answer the phone. 

“Hello?” Harry answered. 

“Hey, baby,” Lizette said seductively. His brows furrowed, holding the towel to his waist as it had loosened up a bit. 

“What do you want?” 

“You know what I want…” He knew exactly what she wanted. If she hadn’t paged him, he would still know what she wanted from him since all he provided to her was sex. “Isn’t it such a coincidence that I’m outside of your door right now?” Harry didn’t say anything but pinch the bridge of his nose before hanging up. 

He walked towards his front door, sighing before opening the door that revealed Lizette on the other side, wearing a low cut top, cleavage clearly showing, and high waisted denim shorts. She leaned on the doorframe, smirking as she looked Harry up and down, noticing that he wasn’t wearing anything but a towel. Harry gulped as she stepped forward, placing her hands on his stomach before completely taking the towel off, and a smug smile plastered on her face. 

Harry lets her take over like he always did. The feel of someone else’s body holding his, and lips kissing his own and his skin was something he couldn’t compare to anything else. Harry simply only did this to have some companionship, and Lizette made him feel a lot less lonely even if she was only there to have sex with him. He enjoys it twenty-five percent of the time—the other seventy-five percent was him actually wallowing in wanting someone to love him for him. 

After they were done, Harry immediately covered himself with the blanket as Lizette got out of the bed to change back into her clothes. Even though they had sex multiple times and she’s seen him naked, there was something about the vulnerability after the sex that he didn’t want her to see because she didn’t quite deserve that if he was being honest. 

“I had fun. Call you next time,” Lizette bid him goodbye before smacking a big kiss to his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain on his skin. She walked herself out, and once Harry heard the slam of the front door closing, he cringed slightly, wiping the lipstick off. 

He turned onto his side, deeply exhaling. He didn’t feel anything but numbness—it was always like this. He used sex to cope with how he felt, but it only made it worse. Honestly, he didn’t know what else to do, so it was the only thing he turned to, other than boxing. 

Harry fell asleep in his lonely room by himself. His heart was empty and felt like an isolated building that only carried his sadness. 

The entire week had gone by in a flash — Fight Night was officially closed down for good. 

Harry and Benny helped clean the space out as they reminisced and talked about the memories that were made in that gym. A lot of the stories had to do with girls walking by the gym, glancing through the window to see men working out, and then promptly walking into the gym to try and hit on the guys. 

Harry had tried convincing Henson that he could run the gym, but he shot down the idea before Harry could convince him. 

“Kid, look. If you want to run your own gym, do it. I want you to own a gym under your name. Not mine or Mike’s. You deserve to have something of your own, and whatever that may be, work for it. Work hard for it. I know you got it in you because you’re a hard worker, determined. You need to see that for yourself.” 

A conversation that was supposed to convince Henson to let Harry run the gym turned into a sentimental series of words that Harry really needed to hear. Harry didn’t say anything else and nodded as he took in Henson’s words to his heart. Henson was someone Harry looked up to. He was an old man with wise words, and everything he said was either meaningful or mean, in a way to show tough love. So, his words were something Harry lived by. 

The following Monday after Fight Night closed, Benny and Harry were on the search for their new gym. They didn’t plan on quitting the gym after their favorite one had closed down, and Henson and Mike made them swear they wouldn’t stop working out. 

Now, the two were walking into a gym that was up the same amount of time Fight Night was. ‘Don’s Box’ was what the gym was called. The building was newly reconstructed, making the place seem more modern and a little less dingy. The space was quite big, able to fit two rings, six punching bags spread throughout, eight-speed bags, and a weight rack. The walls were painted black, but the amount of natural light from the window was plentiful enough to make the gym feel bigger and brighter. 

A decent amount of people were at the gym, sectioned off with a few kids from eight to twelve on one side, and the rest of the adults on the other. There was a good mix between women and men, and everyone hyped everyone up with motivating words and claps over the music that was playing through two speakers that were hung in the corner. 

“Can I help you?” An older man with gray hair had asked the two. He looked quite intimidating; wearing nylon sweatpants and a black long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, showing his gold watch. The look he had on his face was stern as he crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. 

“Uh, yeah. We’re interested in joining your gym,” Benny told the man. The man looked the two up and down and scoffed. 

“Sure you guys are ready for that?” 

“We’ve been boxing for years, so yeah, we are.” Harry chimed in, a slightly defensive tone added to his words. 

The man glared at Harry, stepping towards him. Harry was slightly taller than him, but he knew the man could definitely take him at any given moment, but Harry wasn’t looking to fight the man, honestly. He wanted to act and look tough in front of him, so the guy wouldn’t give him any crap for it later down the road during his workouts. 

“Alright, alright. Take it easy, pa.” You interrupted, placing a hand on the man’s shoulders, making him turn his head. You raised your brows at him before tilting your head a bit, telling him to step back. The man backed off, giving Harry a snarly glance before huffing. 

“I’m just messing. Gotta know how tough my athletes are to be here,” he spoke in a lighter tone than he was to the man in front of him, putting his arm around you. 

“Thought you were gonna ‘stay on the sidelines’ and let me handle it?” You quoted your father’s words back to him, and he chuckled, putting his hands up, surrendering as he knew he couldn’t win against you. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you handle it.” Don, your father, quickly looked at Harry up and down, and you rolled your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to potential customers. He walked away and you breathed out a chuckle, scratching your head. 

“Sorry about that. You two are interested in joining?” You asked the two men in front of you. They were rather…attractive, you noticed. The one on the left was gorgeous with beautiful brown skin that looked so smooth. He was wearing a pair of red short-shorts and a white muscle tee. You noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring, so you averted your eyes off of him. The man next to him, however, was absolutely stunning. His left arm carried a sleeve-full of tattoos, and you wanted so badly to examine and look at every single one. With chocolate brown curls, his green eyes had a tad bit of a glimmer to them, not too much though, because if you were being honest, they were a bit dull, like he was exhausted and needed to let off some of the stress that he held based on how tense he looked. 

You tried not to observe and think about it too much as your ability to read individuals thrived while meeting new people. You shook it off the thought, not wanting to assume things about their lives and seem too creepy in front of new and potential members. 

“Yeah, we are. I’m Benny, by the way.” He shook your hand, smiling. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I run this place.” You offered the same smile back. Your eyes looked over at his friend, and he gave you a soft smile. “Y/N,” you repeated, taking your hand out for him to shake. 

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles,” he introduced fully. A beautiful name for a beautiful man, you thought. He shook your hand as you felt the softness of his skin mixed with a tad bit of roughness from the callouses, probably from heavy-lifting. 

Something about Harry introducing his full name had made you a bit weak in the knees. His deep and accented voice had made you a bit flustered as chills ran up your body. You’re acting like a fool, your subconscious told you. You were never one to show your obvious attraction for men, you were more into watching them from the side. But once Harry walked in, it seemed like you didn’t know how to keep your chill. 

“Perfect. Nice to meet you both. Signing up shouldn’t be too long—don’t want to keep you two from working out.” You led the two men to one of the offices, knocking on the wooden door to greet Jamie. “Hi. These two are looking to sign up. Do you mind helping them out?” 

“Of course! Come on in, guys,” Jamie greeted them, offering them to take a seat along with some water, which they both said yes to. 

“I have to get back to my session, but you both are in great hands. Jamie is one of our best,” you told the two. You sent an innocent wink at Jamie, which he sent one back while Harry watched the entire interaction, feeling uneasy. 

It was quite obvious how attractive and pretty you were. The moment he first saw you, his breath had immediately hitched in his throat. You had the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen, and when you spoke, your voice was soft and gentle, making Harry a bit more safe in a place he’s new to. 

Jamie had gotten their details and credit card information down before asking them if they needed a tour of the place. They both had said no, seeing as things were pretty self-explanatory and they’d been to a boxing gym before. 

They headed out of Jamie’s office and to the main floor, walking over to the heavy bags since the section was less crowded to start stretching. Harry rolled his shoulders and neck around, swinging his arms forwards and backward as he looked around the gym. 

This was something he had to get used to—being in a new place, surrounded by new people. At Fight Night, he was around the same people for four years, and he was comfortable — he was fine with it. But now, he had to go through the same process all over again. Nerves and anxiety crept up his skin as he tried to jump around lightly, warming up a bit but also trying to shake off the unwanted feelings. 

“Hey, you okay?” Benny asked concerningly as he stretched. 

Harry’s brows raised, covering up his anxiousness. “Hmm, yeah, I am. Y’know, just a, uh, new place, that’s all,” he brushed him off. 

“Okay. Well, whenever you’re ready to go, just tell me,” Benny told him before going into his bag to grab the wrapping tape. 

Harry nodded, smiling in appreciation. Benny had always been a great friend to him, and Harry was a great friend to Benny as well. They always took each other’s feelings and concerns into consideration—always making sure the other is okay. They both really appreciated it because some friends weren’t lucky enough to talk about their feelings and be that vulnerable with one another. They trusted each other; they were like brothers. 

Harry grabbed his jump rope, deciding to do a little five-minute warm-up to get his heart rate going. He faced the boxing ring to the left of him, noticing that you were in the ring, so he decided to casually watch you box. He then noticed that you had boxing pads on instead of gloves, and the people you were training were the kids that he had seen earlier. 

He watched you instruct the excited kids who were prancing around with their boxing gloves on, in every color imagined. You helped them fix their form, their stance, and their punch; telling them that they had to be quick with their hit to bring their glove back to the side of their face quickly, so their opponent doesn’t have a chance to take a hit. The kids demonstrated for you, punching your right hand that was covered with the pad. You praised all of them, of course, correcting a few things, but overall, everyone was a natural fighter. 

Harry’s heart rate definitely started to pick up, and he didn’t know if it was how fast he was jumping rope or because of the flutter he felt as he watched you interact with the kids. He truly never felt this kind of feeling where his heart picked up from the simple act of looking at someone. 

You had definitely noticed Harry staring at you from your peripheral view, and you had thought it was a simple glance, but he never looked away. So, you took the opportunity to take a quick look at him while the kids were practicing. 

Your eyes met him and you sent him a small smile, along with a wave with your boxing pads. Harry’s eyes widened, realizing that you were waving at him, and what happened next had embarrassed him even more. With how fast he was jumping, he suddenly got tangled with the rope, causing him to trip against it. Luckily, he caught his fall, but he was already embarrassed enough. 

Harry’s heart completely dropped, cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe he had made a complete fool of himself, especially at his new gym. He so badly wanted to tell Benny that he was ready to leave, but when he looked over at his friend, he had already started his workout, being so focused and in the zone that Harry didn’t want to be a burden. 

When he turned back around to see if you were still looking, he jolted back a bit as you were behind him. 

“Are you okay?” You asked concerningly. 

“Uh, yeah. I…yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.” He cleared his throat, trying to cover up the fact that his voice almost cracked. He was so stunned by you. The way you made sure he was okay was possibly the nicest thing someone had done for him as you looked at him with your sweet eyes, and your posture was giving him your full attention. His heart pounded through his chest; the simple action and effort that was being put into this was making him overwhelmed. 

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” You told him as you looked at him intently. He simply nodded, knowing that he couldn’t process any more words. 

You gave him one last smile before quickly going back to your students. He watched you climb into the ring so effortlessly before continuing your training class. 

Harry took a deep breath before walking over to one of the speed bags that was in the corner, hoping to hide away from the embarrassment that he felt. Wrapping his hands up, he anxiously scanned the room, noticing that everyone was doing their own thing. There was a possibility that no one else had seen him almost fall on his face, except you, which he really wished that it was the entire gym who saw him instead, not you. He lazily hit the speed bag, trying to warm up and shake off his mortification. Harry continued hitting the bag, eventually getting into a rhythm as his fists alternated between one another, along with the rhythm of the music of Montrell Jordan’s ‘This Is How We Do It.’ 

Soon enough, all the worry and stress that was in Harry’s head and body was shaken off and completely forgotten about as he focused on his strong punches, making sure to connect his mind to his muscles, so he could feel his muscles working. 

And for the time being, life wasn’t all that bad. 

A month had passed since being at Don’s Box, and Harry and Benny quite liked it. They had newer equipment and their music was always on point, playing the best of 90s R&B and Hip-Hop. It was their favorite music to listen to, especially while working out. The people there were nice and cool, never getting in each other’s way and letting everyone do their own thing while still having fun, keeping the space safe and comfortable. 

Harry found himself walking into the gym at nine at night, an hour and a half before it closed. Usually, he wouldn’t work out this late, but during the day, he had felt so unmotivated and lazy to even get out of bed. He could put the blame on Lizette because she had gone to his house the night prior, doing the same thing they always do, but he knew she wasn’t the one to blame. Something about saying no to her and having her not talk to him had physically pained him. They were in a specific arrangement, he knew that. But having someone leave him again was something he couldn’t go through. 

‘What’s Luv?’ by Fat Joe, Ja Rule, and Ashanti was playing when he set his bag down onto the ground against the wall, next to the heavy bag. He started to stretch as he took a look around; not many people were working out at this time, which he liked. 

His eyes continued to search the gym, in hopes he would find you still here. Before the slightest bit of disappointment could settle, he saw you walk out of the hallway with Jamie, smiling and laughing at something he had said. He made a face as a hint of jealousy rushed through as he saw you with Jamie. He knew that there was no point in being jealous because he barely even knew you. But for the past month that he’s been at Don’s Box, you always had this look of excitement on your face when you saw and greeted Harry. It made his stomach flutter every time you would flash him your beautiful smile as you would carry the conversation, asking him about his day and if the music was good, which he commends you for putting his favorite songs on. 

Looking away, he decided to just focus on the quick workout he could get in before the gym closed, so he retained his attention back to stretching before bending down to grab the tape from his bag to wrap his hands. 

“Uh, hi, Harry,” you smiled as you greeted him. He looked up at you. The way the light was positioned behind your head made you look like an actual angel; you were ethereal. 

He stood up and smiled softly. “Hi. How are you?” He asked, trying to contain his nerves from just looking at you. You were gorgeous, as you always are every day. You were wearing a pair of black leggings and a light pink t-shirt that was tied into a knot with the word ‘angel’ that was surrounded by wings printed in the middle. Kind of a coincidence, he thought, thinking back to when he called you an angel in his head. 

“Good, good. You’re here later than usual—without Benny too,” you pointed out, but immediately cursed at yourself for making such an odd observation and telling it to his face as if you were keeping track of the times he’s gone into the gym. 

“Yeah, I was pretty…tired during the day, so the only time I got a burst of energy was right now. And Benny is with his wife and in-laws tonight, so it’s just me tonight,” he explained with a soft chuckle. 

“Well, glad you got the chance to make it in,” you said genuinely. He simply nodded, not knowing what else to say but instead he captured himself into you as you stared at him with your captivating eyes that spoke right through him. What was happening to him? He thought. This hadn’t really happened before, and he was good at letting his walls go up and guarding his precious heart. 

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” Jamie said, greeting you goodbye, and taking Harry out of his thoughts. “Hey, man. Have a good workout.” He shook Harry’s hand, and Harry smiled, nodding. 

“See you tomorrow,” you told Jamie, smiling a bit as you waved. Jamie left the gym, and it was just you and Harry, along with a few other people who were wrapping up their workout. 

“Are you not gonna go with him?” Harry asked, and you raised your brows in confusion. 

“Why would I go with him?” You wondered. 

“Oh, I just thought you would leave with him, y’know, your boyfriend…” he trailed off, slyly slipping in the word boyfriend in that sentence. 

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, no. Jamie isn't my boyfriend. I’ve known him since I was ten, but nothing’s ever happened between us. Besides, he has a boyfriend of his own.” Harry raised his brows in shock as his shoulders visibly relaxed. “No need to worry, Harry. I’m all yours,” you flirted a bit. You normally wouldn’t flirt so easily with someone, especially if they were a member of your gym, but something about Harry had made you release all the stress you had once you saw and talked to him. 

Harry blushed, grinning as his dimple popped out on his cheek. Your eyes lightened once you noticed that feature, making you think that he was ten times cuter than he already is. 

“You’ve been in the ring, right?” You asked curiously. Harry nodded, and the corner of your lips turned up. “Great! We have about a little less than an hour and a half, so if you’re looking for some intense cardio, I could do it with you—y’know, train you and guide you, and whatnot,” you suggested. 

If Harry’s being honest, he wasn’t planning on doing cardio today—just a few routines to get his muscles warm, but the way you’re looking at him and how you spoke to him so softly and effortlessly, he couldn’t say no. 

“Yeah, I’m up for it,” he responded. Your eye brightened, resisting the urge to squeal from excitement, telling him that you were going to get the mitts and to meet you in the ring. He chuckled slightly as you walked over to the equipment room to get the mitts. Harry quickly hit the speed bag to warm up until he saw you walk out of the room. 

He put on his gray sweater and a green packers beanie, so he could sweat more before he met you in the ring with his gloves pressed between his arm and the side of his body. You put the mitts in between your legs as Harry handed you one of the gloves. Holding onto the end of it, he put his hand inside as you pushed the glove towards him, so it would sit on his hand tightly before strapping it securely for him before proceeding to the next one. The proximity between you two was quite close as you helped him put on the gloves, and you could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with the slightest bit of sweat, giving him that unique musk; the one that doesn’t smell horrible at all but lured you in. 

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at Harry. “Good?” He nodded, punching the gloves together to make sure they felt comfortable. “Ready?” 

“Let’s do this,” Harry said, skipping in place to warm his body up before getting into his stance. His left leg was a few feet away from his right leg as he bounced around a bit, waiting for you. 

You faintly smirked, nodding your head before you put on the mitts. Since Harry was very familiar with the mitt workouts, you figured that you didn’t need to explain what each number represented since mostly all trainers and coaches use the same numbers for the same punch. 

“Okay, let’s warm up a bit. Give me one,” you instructed. Harry put his gloves up to protect his face as you held your right mitt up. With his left hand, he punched your mitt, not giving his full strength. “Is that all you got?” You challenged, knowing that he had more power in him. 

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he said honestly with a small pout, standing straight from his boxing stance. Usually, you would take offense to that statement, barking back a comment saying that just because you were a girl it didn’t mean you couldn’t take a hit, but you didn’t go that far into it, knowing Harry didn’t mean it that way whatsoever. 

“You’re not gonna hurt me, Harry. I’ve trained so many people—all with different body types and strengths. My hand has felt all different types of power, so hit the mitt like you mean it.” You hit his shoulder, building up his motivation. He nodded, getting back into his stance as did you. “Now, give me one.” 

This time, Harry’s glove met your mitt with full potential and force, and you took the hit well—not moving back or being stunned. 

“There you go! Keep going,” you told him, and he continued giving you jabs. ‘In Da Club’ by 50 Cent was blaring through the speakers as Harry breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Several huffs of breath came out loudly as he punched, moving and dancing around the ring with you as the two of you occasionally shifted and switched positions. 

Harry got in a few more punches before you switched it up, telling him, “1-2.” Harry jabbed with his left hand and crossed jabbed with his right hand, putting his full range of motion into his right punch. He did that combination five times as he started to feel sweat dripping down his back and the sides of his forehead. 

You were yelling out words of encouragement and motivation, praising him for his punches, to which he responded back with a better and solid punch to your mitts. 

“Nice!” You took a step back to move around the ring to take advantage of the space as Harry jumped and skipped around to wherever you directed him to. “Wanna take a break?” You asked. He shook his head no, determined to finish this workout that he couldn’t even think about wanting to take a break because he really didn’t want to. “Okay, 1-4-3,” you told him. With force, he jabbed, hooked with his left hand, and hooked with his right hand. 

This feeling that he had felt—being in the ring with you—was something entirely different than when he was in the ring with Henson or Mike. The stress that he physically carried onto his shoulder had washed away into nothingness, leaving him with a drive that didn’t include overthinking and fear. The fear that had left him worried and depressed, that his life would amount to nothing—that fear disappeared inside him once he threw the first punch. It was exhilarating and fun, and he didn’t know he could have this much fun in the ring. But this was the most pleasure he’s ever felt while boxing. 

You ordered him to do some different combinations, such as ‘1-2-3-5,’ which was a jab, cross jab, leading hook, and rear uppercut. You also included moments when he had to duck because you were swinging at him. He definitely had gotten into a rhythm, punching and moving faster. You were the trainer, the person that was supposed to instruct him, but you matched his rhythm and energy and moved quicker with him as well. 

You were starting to get a sweat in as well, and that was mostly because of the adrenaline rushing through your blood as you moved excitedly around the ring. 

After a while, a timer had gone off, telling you that it was time to close up as Harry’s focus was cut off—the sound making him look up hastily. Throughout the time you were working out with Harry, people were slowly starting to make their way out, but the two of you were too focused on working out that you hadn’t even noticed that it was just the two of you left in the gym. 

“Oh, guess we’re closing.” You stood up straighter, wiping the sweat on your forehead with your forearm. “Feelin’ good?” You asked Harry with a proud smile. 

“Feelin’ great,” he smirked. 

“Good, I’m glad. You did great!” You complimented, ripping the velcro strap with your teeth as you took off the mitts. Harry did the same, shaking out his arms as he clenched and unclenched his fists to relieve the ache from making a fist for more than an hour. 

“Thank you. You’re a really great trainer, by the way. This was…the first time I had fun in the ring,” he told you honestly, and without knowing, the slightest bit of him had opened up to you. 

Your eyes brightened, a glimpse of shimmer reflected on your eyes. “Really? Thank you, that makes me really happy, actually.” You felt like you were going to cry on the spot. No one, except your younger students, had ever told you that they had fun in the ring since most people used boxing as a way to get stronger and improve their punches. But fun? That was the first, and you would definitely keep that with you forever. 

You and Harry walked to one end of the ring as Harry held open the top two ropes with his hand as he stepped on the bottom two ropes with his foot, holding it open for you to get out. You blushed, thanking him before you got out of the ring as he followed you out. 

Once you two were on the ground, you turned around to face him. You watched as he took off his beanie, shaking his hair out as they bounced; curls were now formed into waves because of the heat and the sweat that had produced in his beanie. He looked…extra good right now. With his cheeks flushed, hair messy, and sweat dripping down his forehead, you couldn’t put into words how incredibly sexy he looked. 

You cleared your throat, not wanting to get caught for ogling him. “I, uh, have to check on some things before closing. Take your time! And I’ll see you on Monday?” You raised your brows and curled your lips in as you looked up at him. A sense of flustered-ness settled in you as you waited for his answer. 

He breathed out a chuckle as he looked down briefly before looking back into your eyes again. “Yeah, I’ll see you.” You nodded your head, waving at him before you headed over to the office. Harry smiled as he watched you walk into the hallway until he couldn’t see you anymore. 

A small blush formed onto his cheeks as he contained himself from smiling too big and too wide. He put all of his stuff back into his bag, grabbing his towel, ridding the sweat off his skin. Grabbing his belongings, he took another glance at the hallway, hoping to get another look at you before he took off, but you were occupied with closing the gym, so he didn’t bother staying any longer. 

With a small smile on his face, he walked out of the gym, taking in this new profound feeling that he’d never felt before, hoping this feeling would last. 

The next morning, Harry had a sudden urge to go back to the gym. His upper body was quite sore, but he figured he could do some leg exercises to balance the soreness he felt. He normally wouldn’t workout on the weekends since those were his rest days, but despite being sore, he didn’t feel tired. It could also do with the fact that he wanted to see you again, not wanting to wait until Monday to do that again. 

When he walked into the gym, ‘Ride Wit Me’ by Nelly was playing and his head slightly bopped to the music, walking over to the corner of the gym to warm up. He scanned the gym, looking for a particular person, but couldn’t find you. There were a decent amount of people, not too crowded or too little, so it should’ve been easy to find you. Thinking that you were probably in your office, he shook off the slight disappointment and got ready to workout. 

Throughout his workout, his head wasn’t in it. He kept glancing through the mirror to see if you had shown up, but you hadn’t. His eyes were always looking over at the front door every time someone would walk in, but a small frown settled onto his face when he realized it wasn’t you. 

He wrapped up his workout an hour later, thinking that he somewhat still got a good workout in. He walked out of the gym, saying bye to some of the guys that had caught him before he left. 

It was nearing noon when his stomach had growled, urging him to consume some food. There was a Mediterranean hole-in-the-wall restaurant right across Don’s Box, and his mouth watered at the thought of it. He walked to his car that was parked on the side of the street to drop his bag off before walking across the street to the restaurant. 

He scanned the menu, standing on the side since he didn’t know what he was ordering yet. The sound of the door ringing and a voice that was speaking to him brought him out of his thoughts. 

“Are you in line?” Harry turned his head towards the voice, and his heart nearly beating ten times faster when he saw you. He had a shocked expression on his face, not expecting to see you, especially when you were wearing the complete opposite of what he normally sees you in. You were wearing a pair of blue denim overalls with a black t-shirt underneath, along with white Reebok sneakers. You had a bit of makeup on; an orange sparkly eyeshadow look with some mascara that made your eyelashes look full and natural. Your lips were painted in a red-orange lipstick stain, bringing out more of your natural lip color. 

The beauty that Harry’s eyes were blessed with made his knees weak, sending shivers to his skin. Your angelic appearance had struck him so hard that he was sure he would see the light of day, hoping to meet you up there since you were a real-life angel. 

“Y/N…hi,” he managed to spit out. 

“Hi, Harry. Did you just workout?” You asked. 

He nodded, feeling a bit nervous. “Uh, yeah, I did.” 

“You don’t usually go in on Saturdays…” you noticed, only seeing him during the weekdays. You’re off on Saturdays, but there was one Saturday that you had gone into the gym briefly, and you didn’t see him there. 

“Yeah, I felt like going in today,” he said, obviously leaving out the part that he only went to the gym to see you again, but you didn’t need to know that bit. There was a moment of silence between you two until Harry remembered that he was probably holding up the line for you. “Oh, you could go ahead. I’m not ready to order yet.” 

You smiled, nodding your head as you stepped forward in the line. “Have you ever been here before?” 

“No, I haven’t. Do you have any suggestions?” 

You slightly squinted your eyes at him. “Do you trust me?” You asked. 

That was a difficult question for him, and somewhat vague. Did you mean overall, at the moment, or for his food order? Either way, he nodded because he knew that it didn’t matter what you meant--he had this sense of security with you that he would trust you with his life, and that said a lot, considering that he’d only known you for a month. 

“Yeah, I do trust you,” he stated honestly. 

His words brought a grin to your face, looking at him appreciatively. Based on your observations of him, you noticed that he was a bit closed off; he didn’t open himself up, and if he did, it took a lot in him to do just that. So, hearing him tell you that he trusts you made you grateful, and you would never do anything to take advantage of that trust because he didn’t just give it out easily. 

“I got you,” you simply said before turning back around towards the cashier. Harry softly smirked as he took a step forward to stand next to you. You looked at him, flashing him a toothy grin before quickly facing forward. 

You ordered your favorite dish from the restaurant, which was a beef kabab plate, for the both of you. Harry quickly got his wallet out, offering to pay, but you told him that you got it this time, hoping your words conveyed that you wanted there to be a next time. He shyly thanked you for the lunch, keeping your words in mind because he would definitely be up for a ‘next time.’ 

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for your order to come out, which was fortunate for Harry because he was starving. You suggested eating outside since it was a beautiful day out and Harry agreed, following you out of the restaurant. 

You two sat on the metal chairs, digging into your dishes. Harry’s mouth watered as he ate, his stomach being satisfied. There was a comfortable silence that settled between you two, only making small conversation when you asked if he liked the food, which you were glad to hear that he loved. 

“So, how long have you been running Don’s Box?” He suddenly asked, wanting to get to know you better. 

You raised your brows at his question. “For about two years now. My father, Don, opened the gym when he was twenty-five, that’s when he had me as well. But when he opened the gym, it practically changed his life. He’d boxed all of his life, and he was happy training other people when he started getting more people to come into his gym. When I was about six, he told me that he wanted me to run the gym when I turned twenty-five, only if I wanted to. But of course, I did. I looked up to him all of my life, and the gym made me happy as well,” you explained, smiling at the memory of when you were younger, being excited to turn twenty-five to do the same thing your father did. 

A soft smile appeared on Harry’s face as you reminisce on the memory. 

“How long have you been boxing?” 

“Since I was eight. Don showed me the ropes when I told him I was ready. There used to be a seating area on the side of the ring because when I was younger, I used to sit there and watch him work and train people. So, I was pretty interested and intrigued about fighting to get myself stronger, even at the young age of eight,” you chuckled. 

You were a daddy’s girl, always had been since you were born. Don had always set a pretty amazing example of how you should go about living your life. He would always say ‘Live your life with a strong punch. Keep your head up, and don’t let anything get to you because you’re so much more than what other people say. But if you need to cry, you can—there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.’ 

As your eyes watered from the thought of your father’s words, Harry watched as you got emotional and he couldn’t help but think that you’ve crossed a line in asking too many questions. 

“Sorry, I always get emotional-”

“I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped—I should’ve kept the questions to myself-”

“Oh, no! You didn’t overstep whatsoever. I’m glad you asked me those questions, I just get soft and emotional over my dad, so hence, I’m tearing up,” you let out a somewhat pathetic chuckle as you couldn’t believe that you almost cried in front of this gorgeous man. You dabbed the corners of your eyes with your napkin, stopping the tears from falling out. 

Harry nodded understandingly, waiting for you to regroup yourself. You kept apologizing, but he kept telling you that you had nothing to be sorry for. 

“Really, if you need to cry, you can…” he told you. Your eyes widened; you were just thinking about your dad’s words two minutes ago, and for Harry to say the exact same thing Don had always told you without even knowing that Don had said those words. 

Not wanting to cry in front of him, you simply nodded your head, holding the napkin on the outer corner of your eye, so the napkin would catch your tears. 

Harry quickly changed the subject, sensing that you needed it, and you really did, so you were grateful for that. He busied himself by telling you what his favorite ice cream flavor was since he was suddenly reminded that there was a shop just down the street. He kept you occupied by talking about all the sweet treats that he used to eat with his mom back home, and how much he missed walking down the streets in the city to eat some ice cream. 

“My mum used to make this really great chocolate mousse pie, and we would eat it every weekend. It was extremely sweet, but it was delicious. I really miss it…” he told you. That had been a while ago, but it was like he could still taste the dessert as if he just ate it yesterday. 

“Is your mom back home in England?” You asked, figuring that there wasn’t any harm in asking to get to know him since he asked you some questions as well. 

“Uh…actually, I don’t know where she is…” he said honestly, and you knitted your brows in confusion. “I mean, honestly. I don’t know where she is. Ever since I went to uni, she’s been all over the place, taking vacations and barely calling. I-I feel like she’s forgotten about me,” he spoke ever so softly as he was fragile. 

You listened to him intently, giving him your full attention as he was opening up a part of his life that you knew he doesn’t tell a lot of people. A part of him that he’s kept in for so long and just the passing sense of relief he felt saying those words and speaking up about this subject had made him feel so much better. 

“I’m sure she didn’t forget about you.” 

“Seemed like it. We inherited my grandfather’s will—left us a generous amount for each of us that’ll take care of us for the rest of our lives. And she took that and ran with it. I mean, I get it—she wants to live her life, and now’s the time to do that because she’s got the money for it, but I feel…abandoned. She got up, said goodbye, and just…left. It just makes me think that I’m not good enough—that I wasn’t good enough to stay.” Harry opened a can of worms that he can’t take back anymore. But the trust that he had in you already made him want to talk about everything with you; to open up about all of his stresses and insecurities. 

Boldly, you reached your arm across the table but immediately pulled away because you didn’t want to touch him without asking. But before you could open your mouth and ask, Harry had reached forward, meeting your hand halfway as his palm was facing up as if it was a way of saying ‘you can hold my hand if you want.’ Blushing, you reached forward again and took your hand into his. 

The touch was sweet and tender as you two held hands; the want to hold each other tighter was present, wanting to take away Harry’s pain. 

“Harry, you will always be good enough. I know we just met a month ago, but I already know that you’re the sweetest, kindest person. Please know that. You are enough, and I’m grateful that you’re here and that I’m sitting across from you, eating lunch,” you declared. Harry sniffled, not knowing what to say as he put his head down, so you continued. “For as long as we’re friends, I’m gonna stay.” You spoke with complete honesty as you caressed the back of his hand with your thumb. 

Harry’s head lifted up at your last statement in disbelief as if this was the first time someone had ever said that to him. 

“Really?” 

You squeezed his hand, making his heart flutter. “Yeah. As long as you want me to,” you reassured, nodding. 

Harry gave you a soft and appreciating smile as he took a deep breath. The breath that he held in throughout the entirety of the conversation was finally let out in relief. He shrunk back into his seat, still holding your hand as you continued rubbing it, and he breathed out a chuckle. It was an overwhelming feeling that was riddled with happiness and a sense of security washed over him. 

It was like he had been waiting for you; someone new that unexpectedly came into his life was scary because it was change, but it was a good change. A change for the better. He had been vulnerable enough to open himself up, and it all led to the tight bond and trust you two had with one another, sealing your friendship and relationship. 

And you both knew this moment was going to change everything. 

Time had passed by rather quickly as it was nearing the end of October. The weather was getting chillier as the sun was beginning to disappear behind the clouds earlier. There was something about the fall weather that Harry adored. It may have to do with the fact that the gloomy sky had occurred more often, or how he got to call it a night early. Whatever it may be, he liked it, or he used to. 

In recent times, he wanted the sun to stay out until it was time to go to bed. He wanted warm days instead of gloomy. His new changed attitude towards life had to do with you. 

You and Harry had been hanging out quite a lot; getting to know one another, getting a bite or drink, and working out together, it definitely gave Harry the chance to let go of his past. He was happier, smiled more, and laughed a lot which he didn’t know he was capable of doing those things again until he met you. 

Benny loved it, though. He sure cherished it because seeing his best friend happy again was something he was afraid he wouldn’t see again. But that didn’t stop him from having a little talk with you, trying to protect Harry and set you straight. 

When Harry was occupied with hitting the speed bag, Benny walked over to the ring, where you had just finished another class with your younger students. 

“Hey, Benny!” You greeted him once you saw him walk towards you. 

“Hey, do you mind chatting for a minute?” You raised your brows, nodding your head. Benny usually didn’t talk to you privately nor was it anything serious, but by the look on his face, it seemed pretty serious. “So, you’ve been hanging out with Harry a lot, hmm?” 

You smiled softly. “Yeah! Hope you don’t mind that? Know I’m taking your best friend and all…” 

“No, I don’t mind. I’m actually glad you are. He seems quite taken by you, and I haven’t seen him like that in a very long time,” Benny said honestly. You seemed to know where this conversation was going now, and now that you thought about it, you expected this from Benny because they were like brothers and Benny would do anything to protect Harry. “What I’m trying to say is…if you’re only hanging out with him to fuck with him, don’t bother. He’s been through enough, and I know he can’t handle anymore of that and I can’t stand to see him like that again.” 

“Like what?” You hesitatingly asked. 

“Like…just know that he was a mess. He couldn’t get up, eat, drink, shower, or anything. I had to physically help him. I don’t want to see him like that ever again.” Benny shook his head as if he was reliving the horrible nightmare that he went through a few years ago. 

“Is this about his mom?” 

“He told you that?” He asked, just to make sure, and you nodded. “Kind of. But that’s only half of it. He’ll tell you when he’s ready, but I’ve already said too much. Just…take care of him, okay? He tries to act tough sometimes, but he’s trying his best to not break down. Although, I haven’t seen that kind of look on him since he’s been hanging out with you, so you’re probably doing something right.” 

You nodded understandingly. “Thanks for talking to me. I don’t plan on breaking his heart at all, and I’m quite taken with him myself,” you admitted. 

“Good. I’m glad you are. He’s a great guy.” Benny smiled, and you agreed. 

Benny didn’t talk to you for much longer before he started getting cold from standing around, so he ended the conversation and went back to working out. 

Meanwhile, as you and Benny were talking, Don took the chance himself to talk to Harry, seeing as you were occupied. 

“Harry.” Don made himself present around him. 

Harry immediately stopped his workout, greeting your father. “What’s up, Don?” 

“So, I’ve noticed that you’ve been hanging around Y/N a lot.” Don’s stance changed as he crossed his arms, sporting a slight frown. Harry gulped; he always found Don to be quite intimidating, ever since he joined the gym, but Harry didn’t want to seem like he couldn’t have a serious conversation with the father of the woman that he’s slowly falling for--no, he couldn’t act like that. “What’s that all about?” Don added. 

“I’m just…we’re friends, so we’re just hanging out. Nothing more,” he told Don honestly. Although he would like there to be more, he didn’t know how you felt about him or if you even felt anything for him at all. 

Don nodded. He could tell that Harry was holding back on something he wanted to say, and he had an idea of what that was. So, he let loose of the intimidating and protective act, knowing that wasn’t really him anyway, and his expression softened as he uncrossed his arms. He placed a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder, taking a deep breath. 

“You have this look of wanting to say more and you don’t have to tell me, but I will tell you this…if you want to date her and go out with her, you can. This isn’t approval and a ‘yes’ for you to take her out because I don’t need to do that--she can make her own decisions. All I’m saying is that if you want to, go for it. Life is too fuckin’ short to not do anything, to not say anything.” 

Harry’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled in appreciation at Don’s words. “Thanks, Don. I definitely want to take her out, but I just don’t know how she feels about me.” 

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she feels something for you--she hasn’t told me, but I just know. You’re the first guy in a while that she’s been hanging around with consistently, and that comforts me, in a way. Knowing that she’s living her life and not holding back anymore.” Harry stayed silent, taking his words in. He tried not to overanalyze what Don had said because you’ll tell him and open up to him when you want to, just like how you’re patiently waiting for Harry to open up fully as well. “Just…don’t break her heart, okay? She’s been through enough and I just want her to be happy.” 

Harry nodded understandingly, saying a soft ‘okay’ before Don changed the subject and talked about how  Harry should train with him one of these days, which Harry immediately said yes to and they planned for the following week to train. Don left him to finish his workout, telling him to have a nice night as you and Harry were going out to dinner. 

Benny and Harry finished up their workout, and before they were able to head out the front door, Harry stopped, telling Benny to give him a minute. Harry fast-walked towards you, lugging his bag on his shoulder. You were coming out of your office, which was why Harry couldn’t say goodbye to you after his workout. 

“Hey, we’re heading out,” he said, wiping the bit of sweat on the back of his neck with his towel. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later?” 

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up,” Harry suggested, pursing his lips into his mouth as he contained his smile. You nodded, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. “I’ll, uh, page you,” he slightly smirked. 

“Okay,” you mindlessly responded as you were getting quite lost in his green eyes that looked at you intently with a gleam that sat so perfectly against his irises, making his eyes glimmer brightly.

He gave you one last smile and a little wave before walking out of the gym with Benny. You were left stunned as you stood there, completely drifted away from reality as you were in a dream about Harry. You felt a small nudge on your shoulder, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and dream as you turned around to see your father laughing. 

“Get back to work.” A smug plastered on his face. 

A breathy chuckle was released from your mouth as a hint of embarrassment emerged onto your face with wide eyes. You got back to work, focusing your attention on training your next client, but your mind was racing at the thought of Harry. 

As he promised, Harry paged you when he was outside of your apartment complex. He wanted to knock on your door like the proper gentleman that he is, but the buzzer machine to let people in wasn’t working, so paging you would have to do for now. He waited for you outside of his newly washed car, making sure it was nice and clean for you as he leaned against the passenger door. 

You walked out of your building, and Harry was immediately blown away. You were wearing a black skirt with stockings that hugged your legs, and a white knitted sweater since it was on the chillier side. 

Every time he saw you, his heart would beat incredibly fast, pulse pounding through his veins. His stomach was in flits of butterflies, soaring in his heart and stomach, making him extremely nervous. Every time he saw you, everything would stop, like you were the only person in the world and everything was okay. 

“Hey, H,” you flashed him your smile, one that he looked forward to every time he saw you. 

“H-Hi,” he stuttered, clearing his throat to start over. “Hi. You look really nice.” 

You blushed. “Thank you! You look great as well. Love this top.” You reached forward, lightly tugging at his red-orange knitted long-sleeve. He paired it with blue jeans that flared at the bottom with white sneakers. His fingers were covered in beautiful silver rings, making his hands look quite gorgeous. 

“Thank you, shall we?” 

“Yeah, oh, I got you something.” You reached into your bag to take out the cased CD, and before Harry was about to protest, you handed it to him. “I made you this mixtape. Just some songs that I think you’ll like—I’m sure you know all of them, but they just made me think of you,” you said shyly. 

You weren’t normally shy and you would call yourself a pretty strong and confident person, but you had been so nervous to give this to him—even making the tape left you anxious and shaking. 

“Wow, this is…very thoughtful of you. Thank you so much.” Harry looked at the CD with the songs written in your handwriting. There were 10 songs, and Harry knew all of them. They were all…romantic songs. 

“That’s not weird, right? Y’know, making you a mixtape?” You asked unsurely. The odd feeling had popped into your mind at the last second as you watched Harry observe the CD, not giving a bad nor good reaction to your gift. 

“No, not at all! I really appreciate this. No one has ever made a mixtape for me before, so this is really nice and special. Thank you again.” He reached forward, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as both of your arms found their way around his waist. You somewhat weren’t convinced that he liked it, and he could tell just by how you were looking at him--looking for some more reassurance--that it seemed like he didn’t like it. When he pulled away, he looked at you before saying, “Really, it makes me happy that you took the time to make this for me. It’s so sweet and thoughtful of you, and I already love all the songs on here, so I’m one-hundred-percent going to enjoy this.” 

You nodded, smiling softly as he opened the door for you and you thanked him, blushing as you got in. It seemed very much like a date and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of that. 

Harry drove to the sandwich shop that waited for you both. It was twenty minutes away on the other side of the town, but Harry had been raving about it so much to you that you told him that you two should go, which Harry was more than happy to take you. 

The sound of Boyz II Men filled the speakers of Harry’s car as the two of you sang your hearts out to ‘On Bended Knees,’ putting full emotion and passion into singing. You held up your water bottle, pretending that it was a microphone, and Harry kept shifting his gaze on you, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but also wanting to look at you as you sang. He smiled to himself, absolutely loving how you were so carefree--something that he admired about you. 

His heart fluttered, curling his lips into his mouth before he did something that was quite bold of him to do. Reaching over, he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. Your body was frozen, but you continued to sing, covering up the fact that Harry was holding your hand so casually. You were stiff as a board, so you tried loosening up, swaying your body from side to side, slightly averting your eyes towards him as he continued to drive. 

The moonlight cast through the car window, giving him a dim glow, accentuating his features; jawline prominent, his lashes shadowed down onto his cheeks, and his eyes were calm; the light reflecting against his glassy green eyes. Your heartbeat a million miles a minute as you looked at him. You had this appreciation and admiration for him--that you were lucky and grateful that you have him and that there was nothing more beautiful than the man sitting beside you. 

With your face on fire, you smiled as you carried on, singing with the warmth of Harry’s hand connected with yours. 

You were sitting across Harry, munching on your sandwich as you listened to him talk about how he wanted to actually find a job. He’s been sitting around, living quite wealthy as his inheritance sat safely. But he’d been getting bored. Every day was a routine for him and it was a pretty boring routine, he would say. The only places he really went to were the gym and the places that the two of you went together, but that was it. He needed a hobby, something that he could escape to that doesn’t require breaking a sweat from punching bags and mitts. 

“You said you like books, so maybe you could see if the bookstore down the street from the gym is hiring. That would be a nice little place to work at,” you suggested. 

Harry’s eyes lightened up, apart from thinking that was a great idea and the other part from being surprised that you remembered such a small detail about him when he’d talked about books briefly with you. 

“I should definitely do that, thank you. I love that bookstore, it’s-”

“Y/N?” Harry was interrupted by a man who had walked over to your table. Harry looked up, observing the guy as he was looking at you so intently. He quickly looked at you as you were looking up at the man with a shocked expression on your face, wide eyes and mouth slightly opened. 

“Uh, hi,” you said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Your eyes glanced at Harry and he had a worried expression on his face, eyes asking if you were okay. You nodded softly, bringing your attention back to him. 

“I-I’ve been calling the gym and paging you, but you haven’t been answering any of them…” the man mentioned slyly. You were quite speechless, not expecting him to be here and not knowing what to say. 

“I, uh-”

“Can we talk right now?” He asked. You were flickering your eyes between Harry, someone that you were completely infatuated with, and the man that you were completely irritated with. But if you didn’t talk to him right now, he wouldn’t leave you alone and wouldn’t stop calling you, so you made the mistake of saying a soft ‘okay’ as you got up, looking over at Harry, giving a subtle smile. 

Just by the way he was looking at you, you knew you had regretted your decision and you wished that you hadn’t given in so easily. 

Once you were outside, you crossed your arms, in a way to seem reserved and closed off, but in reality, you really were. The uncomfortableness you felt was something you haven’t felt in a while as it felt like your stomach was boiling as bile salivated your mouth. Your fists were hidden underneath your arms, clenching, and your lips were curled into your mouth to immediately spew inappropriate sayings and vile remarks. 

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, brows pinched together. 

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for quite a while now, but I just wanted to talk. I hate how we ended things…” he said remorsefully. You tried not to fall for the pouty look he was giving you as if he knew quite well you would fall for it. 

“It’s been six months, Max,” you reminded him. You and Max had an ugly breakup, and you had been picking up your own pieces yourself. You two had been together for nearly a year until he started to act differently. Noticing that he was going home late, staying at the bars until the early hours of the morning, and being quite rude and dismissive towards you, it ended in a screaming match where he ended up spitting out rude comments at you--calling you ugly, useless, and boring. It also caused him to confess that he was cheating on you for half the time you were together with him, and you thought that was a lie he made up just to make you angry, but a month after the breakup, you had found out that was true because you had accidentally bumped into the girl he was cheating on you with. At the time, you couldn’t blame him because the girl was absolutely gorgeous and seemed a lot of fun, but now, you know your worth and you absolutely didn’t deserve that whatsoever. 

For six months, you hadn’t seen him, but he had been leaving you countless calls to the gym phone. However, Max wouldn’t dare to step foot in the gym ever again because Don had clearly threatened him when he saw Max on the street, pinning him up against the brick wall by his shirt and yelling in his face that if he ever came close to you or the gym ever again, he wouldn’t see the end of the day. 

Don would’ve lost his shit if he saw Max in front of you. 

“This is pointless. I was fine living my life for the past six months without you. In fact, I haven’t even thought about you until you showed up. Couldn’t you see I was doing just fine? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Your tone was scornful, not wanting to be in front of him anymore but instead the lovely man inside. 

“I just assumed you wanted some sort of closure…” 

“If I wanted closure, then I would’ve called you. But I don’t need closure. I was doing okay-” 

“With who? That man inside the restaurant?” He interrupted, brows raised. His demeanour suddenly changed just because you had given him the slightest bit of attitude. Max went from soft, wanting forgiveness to the Max that you saw last--completely offensive, rude, and a dickhead.  

“Yeah, his name is Harry, by the way. I was doing okay until you showed up!” You rolled your eyes, making your way back inside to Harry, who was waiting for you inside. 

Of course, Max wasn’t done until he got the last word, so he yelled out, “You know, whatever you’re doing with him, he’s gonna leave you; just like how I left you.” You slowly turned around, heart aching as his words had definitely done something this time. “You think Harry cares about you Y/N? Think again, he’s gonna leave you and you’re gonna be alone. You’re nothing, Y/N--not without me, at least. You aren’t worth anything, and you had to take over your dad’s gym to feel like you are. Stop fooling yourself.” 

Your eyes watered, trying your hardest not to let them slip from your eyes. You had already felt weak tearing up in front of him, so you couldn’t imagine what he would think if you bawled your eyes out. Suddenly, you heard the bell above the restaurant door chime. You didn’t bother turning around, but you somehow knew that it was Harry who was behind you. 

“Everything alright here?” Harry asked warily, eyes pointed towards you. 

“Yeah, man. See you, Y/N.” With that, he walked away, hopefully for good. Harry knew everything wasn’t alright with how you’re ready to burst into tears. As much as he wanted to follow him, force an answer out of him as to why you were in such distress, he was more worried about you. 

Standing in front of you, Harry placed an arm on your shoulder, his other hand held the brown paper bag that had both of your leftovers as he didn’t want to eat without you. Your body was tense, not because of Harry’s touch but because of the words that had taken such an effect on you, and you were doing everything to not break down in the middle of the sidewalk. 

“Hey, you okay?” Harry asked softly, bending down slightly to look you in the eyes. Your eyes were pointed down at the ground, thinking that if you looked Harry in the eyes, you were going to break. 

“Uh, c-can you take me to the gym, please?” You asked once you fully gained the courage to speak, but your voice was shaky. 

Harry immediately nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.” He put his arm around your shoulders and you comfortably nuzzled into his side as he guided you to his car. 

The drive back was silent—the complete opposite from the drive to the restaurant. Instead of happiness radiating out of your bodies, the space felt gloomy. Harry’s mind had spiraled as he drove, thinking about what that man could have possibly said to you. He was torn between wanting to be angry, but he was more concerned for you because you had never been this silent before. 

Once Harry was in front of the gym, you immediately got out before he was able to turn off the car. Using your keys, you unlocked the front door, turning off the alarm system before throwing your purse, not caring where it landed and rushed towards the heavy bags. 

This was where you let all your anger out. The place where you screamed at the top of your lungs with no care on who might hear you. This was your safe space, and if someone was going to judge you for utilizing your safe space, then they didn’t belong there. 

You screamed, punched, and kicked the heavy bag with full force as your tears had streamed down your face. Your heart was beating painfully with every scream you forced out of your body. Your punches were solid, making the bag swing back and forth, but your knuckles were starting to redden because you didn’t wrap your hands. 

Harry quickly followed you, a frown plastered on his face as he watched you let your anger out all on the heavy bag. He let you do your thing, watching from the sidelines before he waited for the right moment to cut in. 

“You. Fucking. Stupid. Piece. Of. Shit,” you yelled out with every punch. You sniffled, continuing to punch the bag, eyes glossy from your endless amount of tears. 

The friction from the leather and your bare skin was rubbing against each other, cutting and peeling open your skin. Your hands had numbed the pain, so you carried on with your punches until Harry had wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and away from the heavy bag once he started to see redness and blood scattered onto your knuckles. You screamed, your body protesting, wanting to continue punching, but you knew you didn’t have any more energy. 

Turning around in his arms, your face was met with his chest, sobbing into his shirt. Harry’s hands soothed your back, comforting you as his heart ached from the sadness you radiated. Your bloody hands clutched his shirt as you cried, tears staining his shirt. Your whines and whimpers filled the empty gym, echoing back at you. 

Everything hurt—your heart, eyes, body, and your hands were now starting to sting. Harry held you tighter, carefully taking a seat onto the ground and bringing you down with him. You sat in between his legs and your head rested on his shoulder. 

After a moment, he felt you calm down and your body physically relaxed. Mindlessly, his hand brushed your hair back from your forehead, pressing a kiss to your skin. Harry hadn’t realized he did that until he pulled away and he hoped he hadn’t crossed a line by doing that. But when he kissed your forehead, you pulled him closer, burying your face into his neck. 

“Talk to me—tell me what you need, angel,” he said softly, wanting to help and be there for you. The nickname had completely slipped out as he’d been calling you that in his head. He’d never seen you break down at all, so this was very new to him. 

You shook your head, nickname going over your head. “Nothing. Just you.” 

Harry nodded his head, heart fluttering at your words as he held you tighter. He continued to soothe your hair and back as he heard you sigh deeply at the comfort. Looking down at your hands, he realized they were still bloody and cut up, and he knew that your cuts needed to be treated as soon as possible. 

“Can I take care of your hands? I’m still gonna be close, just wanna bandage you up.” You sniffled, nodding your head. Harry slightly smiled, carefully getting up before helping you up. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, first asking you where the first aid kit was, and you two walked to one of the offices to get the kit before going to the restroom. “Wanna sit?” He asked, patting the cold counter. Nodding your head, you placed your hands on the counter, but he quickly stopped you, taking off his jacket for you to sit on. 

“Thank you,” you softly said to him gratefully before jumping to sit on the counter. 

Harry opened the box that contained multiple and different types of bandages, an instant cold pack, thermometer, antiseptic wipes, and scissors. Harry washed his hands well before grabbing the antiseptic wipe and ripping it open. He situated himself between your legs, gently grabbing your hand to rest on his. He looked up at you, first asking you if it was okay to start, and when you said yes, he slowly and carefully started to wipe the area around the cut. 

You watched him as he cleaned your cuts; he was so focused on wiping the blood that stained your skin and was careful not to press too hard because you were starting to bruise already. As you watched him, you felt immensely grateful. It’d been a while since you had a true friend that would help you with anything and take care of you. Your feelings for him had skyrocketed, heart pounding so loud you could feel it in your ears. 

“The guy at the restaurant was my ex-boyfriend, Max,” you suddenly said. Harry looked up at you to let you know that he was listening as he continued to clean your hands. “It was a bit of a messy breakup; he called me names, insulted me, and confessed that he was cheating on me. When I saw him at the restaurant, that was the first time since the breakup, and it was like I relived that day again.” 

“Did he say anything to you?” Harry asked, holding back his anger because he knew the answer,  Harry watched through the window the entire time and noticed your posture and demeanor change, causing Harry to quickly pay and rush outside just in case anything happened. 

“Y-Yeah.” Your voice croaked. “Said I didn’t amount to anything—that I wasn’t anything without him-”

“That’s bullshit, Y/N-”

“I’m so mad at myself.” Tears were forming in your eyes again as you looked down at your lap. Redness brimmed your eyelids as you sniffled. 

“What? Why?” Harry asked confusingly. 

You shook your head at yourself. “For years, I’ve been training—learning how to defend myself for when I need it. I was raised to have a strong mindset, to not take shit from anyone because Don told me not to. But when he came around, I didn't say a word, let alone move a muscle. I hate how he made me weak. I hate how I didn’t stand up for myself.” Your voice was shaky and your tears streamed down your face as you paused for a moment. “He told me that you were gonna leave me just like everyone else in my life did,” you added. 

Harry was seething, breathing in through his nose as his face hardened. He masked his anger because his priority was to comfort you, so he tried to let go of his anger for a moment. 

“Listen to me.” He placed his hands on the outside of your legs, bending down to look you in the eyes. Your glossy eyes looked at him, a small pout on your face. “You’re the strongest person I know, alright, angel?” This time, you heard the pet name loud and clear, making your heart do backflips. “You didn’t let him walk all over you, no, you’re much more mature than him to ever start something. He wanted to see you angry, and frustrated. He wanted to add fuel to the fire, and you didn’t give him the satisfaction. You aren’t weak at all. You’ve got a strong heart, and I’m sure that punch of yours to his nose would damage it for good.” 

You breathed out a chuckle at his last statement, nodding, knowing he was right. Harry smiled, dimples showing proudly as he wiped the tears that were falling from your eyes. Giving him a half-smile, you leaned forward, pressing your face against his collarbones. He stood up straight to wrap his arms around your back. You daringly placed a kiss onto the exposed skin that was peeking out from his shirt. Harry’s face warmed up at the touch that was so soft and delicate, yet felt like it was burning through his skin. You pulled away, looking up at him as you thanked him. 

Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips as your face was just inches away from him. His face was delicate and his beauty shined over the darkness of the world. It was as if he didn’t seem real like you couldn’t believe someone so beautiful and breathtaking was standing right in front of you. You studied every curve, movement, and freckle on his face as they all very well defined him, heightening your admiration with every look of his perfections and imperfections. 

Harry blushed under your stare, clearing his throat as he felt nervous. He pulled his face away a tad bit, offering you a small smile. “Of course. Always gonna be here for you. Now, let me just finish cleaning your hands before taking you home.” 

You nodded, letting him finish with his task. His hands were gentle as he wrapped the bandage around your hand. Your heart was filled with so much admiration and gratitude that you simply wouldn’t know what to do if Harry weren’t there today. The growing feelings had taken over your heart and mind that you were a bit scared, but nonetheless, you let them take over. 

Harry sat at the bar next to Benny, nursing a beer he had ordered ten minutes ago. It had been a while since they hung out together, but that was because Benny was trying to get his wife pregnant, so when Marianne calls, they spent their time baby-making. The other reason was that Harry was spending most of his time with you, which he loved every minute of. 

“So, a little bird told me that you’ve been going to the gym on Saturdays now,” Benny mentioned, a hint of tease in his tone. 

Harry chuckled. “Really? And who told you that?” He asked, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Starts with a D and ends with an N,” Benny laughed, giving you the obvious answer. 

“Well, I’ve been going in on Saturdays because Don always schedules our training sessions on Saturdays. Nothing else,” he slightly lied. After his first training day with Don, Harry told Don that he wanted to continue training with him because he gets a good workout with him rather than by himself, hitting the heavy bag or speed bag, so Don always scheduled for Saturdays since those were the easiest days. 

But other than the training sessions, he also got to see you on Saturdays, which he really enjoyed because sometimes after his workout, you two would grab a bite to eat or plan to hang out later that day. He liked it, he liked you. 

“Hmm, interesting. It doesn’t have to do with a particular trainer who also happens to own the gym?” Benny raised his brows. 

“Not really into Don, to be honest,” Harry joked, bouncing around Benny’s question. They both laughed, slamming their hand on the bar top. 

“Really, though. I’m happy for you. You’ve been in such a happier mood, and that’s all I want—is for you to be happy. She’s doing a great job,” Benny said honestly. Seeing his friend happy after everything he’s been through had lifted a certain weight off of his shoulders, and it seemed like he didn’t need to worry about Harry. 

Harry simply nodded, smiling as words weren’t necessary. He always felt like Benny was always concerned about him, and although he appreciated him being worried, he didn’t need to anymore because Harry was finally feeling much happier than he was before. 

“There you are.” A voice was suddenly heard next to Harry along with a hand on his shoulder. Harry tensed up, and he hadn’t in a while, but he knew that wasn’t your voice nor was it your touch. Harry turned his head to the side to find Lizette sitting on the stool next to him, giving him a smug smile. He didn’t say anything but look at Benny, and saw his eyes narrow, confused as to why Lizette was here. “I’ve been calling your home and paging you. Why haven’t you been answering me?” She pouted. 

Harry knew that pout all too well. She used it to trick you into saying yes to her and getting what she wanted, but Harry was stronger than that now; he knew how to hold his ground. 

He hadn’t seen Lizette ever since the week before he joined Don’s Box. With all of his time spent with you, he hadn’t really thought about Lizette, if he’s being honest. You had fully taken every inch and space of his mind that it was maximum capacity, but he still found a way to make space from the invading thoughts of you. 

“Just been…busy, Lizette, that’s all,” he said, not giving her his full attention as he looked at his bottle. 

“Too busy for me?” 

“Yeah, something like that.” He didn’t want to outright be rude to her because naturally, Harry was a kind and thoughtful man, so he kept his harsh thoughts to himself. 

She inched closer to Harry, close enough to where her mouth was against his ear as she whispered, “Well, since I so happened to run into you, how about we go back to yours?”

Harry took a deep breath. He felt like he was his old self again—making impulsive and not so thought out decisions that end up fucking him and his emotions over in the future. Being with Lizette was something, and it helped make him feel a little less lonely, even though she immediately left right after she got what she wanted. 

But Harry hadn’t felt lonely at the moment and in months. He had his best friend next to him, having a drink, and he had you. He wasn’t lonely at all. So, why was he getting off the stool and putting his coat on before closing his tab for the night? 

Benny’s eyes widened, looking at Harry as if he was asking what the actual fuck was he doing. Harry simply shrugged, patting his friend on the back before following Lizette out of the bar. The air was cold, but it wasn’t a delightful cold that he wanted to be in. It almost seemed kind of eerie as the gray clouds hovered over them. 

Lizette hugged Harry’s arm. “I’m glad you agreed.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek, but he immediately pulled away, taking his arm out of her hold. 

“You should go home,” he told her. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out as she was confused. “Get a ride home. I’m not taking you home nor am I going with you. I don’t want to do this anymore, Lizette.” 

“But you came with me-”

“That didn’t mean I was saying yes to your offer. I came out here with you to get you off of me and not embarrass me in front of my friend and the entire bar.” Harry’s voice was stern as he crossed his arms. “I know you’ve never really cared about me, so please just do me a favor and leave. I’m happier now-”

“You’re happier? With some other girl, huh?” Harry nodded and Lizette rolled her eyes, expression annoyed as she was beginning to get angry and defensive. “You think she cares? Guess what, Harry, she doesn’t. She’s gonna leave you just like your mom left you, your ex-girlfriend left you. Remember when she fucked your best friend in college? That she left you to be with him? And look at them now, they’re married! They don’t give a single fuck about you! What makes you think that this girl you’re seeing does?” 

Lizette had definitely hit a nerve. Harry had gone four years without hearing the story on how his ex left him for one of his friends from uni. The situation was quite sad, and it left Harry in pieces. Not to mention, Lizette was his ex’s best friend and she somehow seduced him into regularly having sex with her, which wasn’t entirely her fault because Harry was lonely and needed to feel something to fill the void of his loneliness. 

“Don’t think you’re so easy to love, Harry. It takes a lot of effort to do that, especially with you. You’re gonna continue being scared and closed off, and people are gonna continue to run away-”

“Harry?” Lizette was suddenly interrupted by you. You were walking to the bar because Benny had invited you, thinking that it would’ve been a nice surprise for Harry and to hang out with just the three of you. But you had seen Harry and some woman on the street and his face looked angry. “Uh, hi.” 

You turned towards the unknown woman as she looked you up and down before turning towards Harry, raising her brows as she figured out who you were and who Harry had been spending so much time with. 

Harry completely blocked you out, his attention was towards the statements Lizette had made. He had been doing so much better, and all of a sudden the relapse hit him ten times harder, like his accomplishment of being okay with himself completely disappeared. 

 Was he that hard to love? He knew that he pushed people away, that’s for sure, but he didn’t realize that it was difficult to love him. Harry then thought about the people that had left him because they didn’t love him enough to stay. His ex left him for his friend, it seemed like his mum had forgotten about him, and soon enough, Benny was gonna get tired of him and so were you. 

“And you are?” You asked, scowling at the woman in front of you. Lizette smirked, seeing as there was an opportunity right in front of her. She didn’t find you 

intimidating whatsoever. 

“Oh, guess Harry didn’t tell you, but we’ve been sleeping with each other for years. Friends with benefits, if you will,” Lizette answered with some sass and a snarl to her tone as she watched your expression turn into a hurtful one. 

Your face had softened as your eyes welled up with tears, but you didn’t dare let them fall. You looked at Harry and it seemed like he was in his head, but you had no clue he was ‘seeing someone.’ It felt like you had been cheated on, even though going out as friends didn’t mean anything to a fuck buddy. All of the moments you spent with him—the laughs, storytelling, training, and tension-filled moments had connected you both to one another. It made you feel special that you were seeing a side of Harry that no one else had, but you were wrong. 

“Guess you’re the new girl he’s seeing?” 

“What’s it to you?” Your brows knitted. 

Lizette shrugged. “Nothing. Just know that Harry’s difficult and loveless. So, just get out while you can.” She reached over to touch your shoulder, but you quickly stepped back before she could. She was talking as if Harry wasn’t right next to you two, and if this was a ‘women looking out for women’ type of situation, you weren’t going to accept it because she outright just insulted Harry. 

You were livid as your eyes turned dark, stepping closer to her. “Stay away from him, or I swear to god-”

“Or what? What are you gonna do?” Lizette challenged, stepping closer. She was slightly taller than you since she wore four-inch leather boots.

“Wanna find out? Next time I see you with him or hear you talk shit about him again, then you’ll find out because I can guarantee you’ll never see the light of day.” You held eye contact with her as she looked at you with such fierce emotion. 

“Cute. Harry’s got a little bodyguard,” she scoffed, stepping back. “I should go,” Lizette suddenly said, breaking you out of your heartbreaking thoughts. “I’ll call you,” she told Harry, despite what you had just said. It seemed like he wasn’t even listening as his blank stare was trained onto the ground. She walked away, her heels clicking against the cement. The satisfaction she felt right now felt good, knowing her words had definitely affected you both. 

When Lizette was far enough, you turned back towards Harry. This time, he was looking at you in a confused state, and it didn’t seem like him. 

“I-I didn’t know you were seeing someone-”

“You should go…” he said straightforwardly. You raised your brows as you were taken back. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“You should leave. For good. Get out of my life while you can. I promise I won’t get mad.” His voice cracked and was shaky. He couldn’t even look you in the eye while he was talking because he knew that would break his heart even more, especially if you were to actually leave for good. The negative thoughts had taken over, and this was what he did—pushing people away and giving them a way out before they realized that Harry wasn’t a lovable or worthy enough person to stay around for. 

“What makes you think I’m going anywhere?” You questioned confusingly. You wondered if he even thought about the conversation you two had a few moments ago when you had told him that you were staying for good. 

“They all do, anyway. They all leave and they never come back.” His voice was starting to raise slightly, frustration and anger pouring out of his veins as his eyes were starting to tear up. A pout remained on your face as you watched the distress never leave his angelic face. “Just please go.”

“I’m not going anywhere-”

“Why won’t you-”

“Because I care! Why don’t you get that?” You raised your voice, not too loud to startle him, but enough to convey your emotions and frustrations to him. 

“Because you’re going to eventually! You’re gonna leave and use me and never love me. I’m used to it, so you could go now!” Harry was starting to cry, light sobs were coming out of his mouth as he was trying to hold them back. You took a step forward, wanting to comfort him as your heart broke at the sight, but he stepped back, not wanting your touch. 

Your heart sank when he stepped back away from you because he had never done that before. You two were always comfortable with one another that both of your touches had felt like security. Your tears had streamed down your face, quickly wiping them. 

“Harry, I’m not gonna leave…” 

“It’s fine. You don’t know what it’s like for someone to leave and never come back. You don’t know what it’s like to feel completely loveless that someone physically had to get out of your life and not want to be in it anymore. You don’t know what it’s like!” He spoke firmly as he cried, tugging his curly locks in frustration. 

“I don’t know what it’s like?” You spoke loudly, and Harry looked up at you. “I know exactly what it’s like because my own mother left me when I was eleven-years-old, and I have no idea why!” You vented, sniffling. “You don’t think I know what it’s like to constantly wonder what you’re doing wrong because the people that were supposed to be there for you completely vanished? Because I do! I know that feeling quite well. So, don’t tell me I don’t know shit because it seems like we’re in the same boat.” 

Harry was speechless. Sure, you two had been close and had talked about your lives and childhood, but this was something that you two had to dig deep for because it wasn’t something you regularly spoke about nor did you tell new people that you’d just met. 

“I-I’m sorry I had no idea…” 

“You couldn’t have had any idea, Harry. But just know that that day my mom left me still confuses me. The look on my dad’s face when he told me that mom left still haunts me. The crying I did since I was eleven hurts me because she didn’t love me enough to stay.” 

“Y/N…” 

“It’s fine, I get it. I know we’ve known each other for only a few months, but I did not expect this from you, especially because of all that we’d talked about. I’d say I’m the newest person in your life but I’m also the closest, besides Benny. So, don’t shut me out.” Your heart was beating through your chest and all of your emotions began to pile up like they were leaves, falling from the branches of the trees. 

Harry looked defeated, knowing that you were right. He sniffled, not knowing what else to say because all he felt was a painful feeling in his chest since Lizette had gone up to him at the bar. 

When he didn’t say anything, you just nodded, knowing that it was best to give him some space so he could realize that you were here for him and that you weren’t going anywhere. 

“Call me when you wanna talk…” you told him before turning around. Harry watched you—he knew that he should go after you, not be scared and let you in, perhaps tell you that he’s practically in love with you, but he doesn’t move, feet glued to the ground. 

When you were only a few feet away, you turned back around, knowing that you hadn’t gotten your final words out yet. Harry looked up when he heard footsteps approaching him. 

“Fuck whatever people say to you; trying to degrade and bring you down because whatever they say, it’s not true. I will always be there to defend you, Harry. Don’t think I won’t be because I will always be on your side.” You paused for a moment. Your heart was fully opening and was beginning to be vulnerable. Trying not to let it overwhelm you, you continued. “Don’t think you’re not easy to love because you are. You’re extremely easy to love, y’know that? I would know because…I love you. And that’s crazy to say because we’ve only known each other for a short period of time, but I can’t help what I feel. So, there you go.” 

Before Harry was able to say anything, you walked away, and he could hear you sniffling and crying. Harry’s mouth was ajar, completely speechless and shocked, but his heart fluttered as he took in your words. You really loved him, he thought. No one had said those words and really meant them or they hadn’t felt real to him when he heard them, so the shock that he felt was new. 

You were far enough where Harry couldn’t see you. He hadn’t even moved an inch, and he knew that later on, he was going to be very disappointed in himself for not chasing you down and telling you that he loved you too. But for now, he needed to take it all in and hope that when he did tell you, it wouldn’t be too late. 

Taking a deep breath, you walked inside to your apartment, sniffling as you went straight to the bathroom to take a long and hot shower. Before you left your place to go to the bar, you had been contemplating your appearance because you wanted to look good. Nerves were all over your body as you were getting ready, and you sulked at how the events had completely turned tonight around. 

When you were out of the shower and changed, ready to get into bed despite the night only being nine in the evening, your pager beeped. Picking it up off the bedside table, the message was sent from Harry, reading ‘143.’ You raised your brows, reading it again and reading it once more. Your heart was pounding, studying the numbers to make sure you read them right. The simple code for ‘I love you’ was printed on your pager and you wanted to scream. 

Before you could actually scream, there was a knock on your door. You walked quickly, opening it as Harry was standing behind it, holding his pager out as he smiled softly at you. You had just finished crying in the shower, so your eyes were red and a tad bit swollen, but you were close to crying again because of how overwhelmed you felt. 

“Did you mean it?” You asked hesitantly, holding your pager up. 

“Of course I do. Did you mean it?” He retaliated back, wondering if you meant your three words as well. 

“Of course I mean it, Harry. Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, wiping the tear that had slipped down your face. 

“Because I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much that it hurts,” he claimed in one breath, feeling the tension and weight that he held in his shoulders release. “You’re everything to me, and you make my world less frightening. I just see your pretty smile and my day completely turns into a great one. I don’t wanna waste a day not telling you that now, and it feels pretty damn good to say it.”

You slightly nodded until you remembered one of your concerns earlier. “What about Lizette?” 

“Lizette was someone I used to sleep with. I haven’t seen her nor slept with her in months—before I even met you, I promise. And I’m sorry for assuming that you didn’t know what it felt like for someone to leave and that you had to tell me under those circumstances. But just know, that I’m not gonna leave, unless you tell me to, that is.” Every bit of him was opening up and he wasn’t hiding away. He was being completely vulnerable and it had scared him a bit, but when his words came out, he felt himself get better. 

You looked at him through your glassy eyes, vision blurred for a moment until you adjusted them and clearly saw the gorgeous man in front of you. His eyes were filled with tears as well, and you thought, how could someone still look so pretty while they cried? But that was Harry for you; someone who was genuinely beautiful no matter what. Someone who had a heart of gold and a flashing smile that made your heart swoon and knees weak. 

You simply reached your hand out and Harry walked towards you, into your apartment as he came close to your face as your bodies were pressed up against one another. The back of his fingertips gently brushed the side of your face, admiring the beauty that stood before him as he opened his heart up completely, not wanting to go another day without saying those three words back to you. 

The corners of your lips turned up and your tears were replaced by happy ones. You had walked away from Harry after you said I love you because he was looking at you like he had seen a ghost, not a friendly one, but more of a scary one. So, hearing those words were just music to your ears. 

“You mean that? That you love me?” You wanted to hear it again and again and again. 

“Ever word. I love you, angel,” he repeated, adding your nickname. He pressed his forehead against yours, inches away from your lips. 

“Never stop calling me that,” you instructed him, smiling. The first time he had said it, you came to the conclusion that you absolutely loved hearing that name come out of his mouth, especially if it was specifically for you. 

“Only if you never stop telling me that you love me,” he slightly smirked, dimples poking out. He was so immensely happy that his heart could burst just because of the love that he felt for you. 

You giggled. “I love you, baby-” 

“I, uh, wait. Do you mind…not calling me that?” He hesitated, and you raised your brows confused. “Someone else called me that, and I just don’t like hearing it. Never have since it came out of her mouth,” he explained shyly. 

A sudden realization came to your face as you realized that Lizette probably called him that. “Okay. I won’t call you that, ever…darling.” Harry’s lips began to slowly turn up, already liking that name so much better than the other one. He hugged you; and you smiled, closing and opening your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Your arms snaked around Harry’s waist as he cradled your delicate face in his hands. 

“Never stop calling me that,” he repeated your words as you two smiled and laughed until your jaws started hurting. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up to your eyes. You pursed your lips, blushing as you watched his eyes glance back up and down. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, pulling him closer; hearts beating in sync as butterflies filled your stomach. 

He brushed his lips against yours before fully connecting them, feeling every spark and shiver that traveled down his spine. You smiled into the kiss as the softness of his lips moved and molded against yours, feeling completely in bliss. The way his lips slotted perfectly with yours made you saturated and dizzy off of his love and touch. Butterflies were still in your stomach, but they were calm like they had been fluttering around for this moment, his touch, in order to relax. 

Pulling back, he smiled down at you, eyes love-struck, before giving you another kiss, and pulling away and kissing you again once more. 

“Kissing you is my new favorite thing,” he stated, drunk off kisses. You breathed out a giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you breathed in his scent. You felt his breath against your neck, feeling completely happy and content in each other’s arms. 

There was no fear in the air; just the two of you with open hearts and arms, welcoming in the new and profound feeling that you both took in, knowing that it’s going to change everything for the better. 

You pulled him inside and Harry kicked the door closed with his foot. His arms were holding you tight as you walked back to your bedroom. Opening your mouth slightly, Harry took the chance to meet your tongue with his, swiveling and tasting each other causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

You pulled back when Harry laid down on the bed, taking in the gushy feeling you had as you smiled. 

“Want you,” you simply stated. 

“You have me, angel.” 

“I know, but I want you. Need you,” your eyes pleaded for his touch, to feel him inside of you, for him to make you feel good. You desperately craved for his hands on all of you, his mouth kissing every inch of your skin, and his love passionately pouring out of his veins. 

Harry nodded, smiling. “Need you too. Need you forever,” he said, connecting your lips again as he hovered over you. 

You two kissed for a while, giggling against each other’s lips and having his weight on top of you as your hands roamed his back. You bucked your hips into his, feeling the hard-on that was growing in his pants, which made Harry grind into your center, moaning softly into your mouth. 

“Please do something,” you said, and he nodded, getting off of you before taking his jacket and shirt off swiftly. His tattoos were showcased in front of you and all you wanted to do was kiss every single one of them. “You’re beautiful, Harry,” you complimented, and he blushed, a soft ‘thank you’ came out of his mouth. Next was his pants, and before he was able to take his briefs off, you stopped him, telling him that you wanted to do it. 

You got off the bed, switching positions with him as you were now standing up as Harry laid down on the bed. You smiled, eyes glancing all around his body. He suddenly felt shy and intimidated under your stare, but he knew he had no reason to be because you were simply admiring him. This time around when it came to physically be vulnerable with someone, he knew he didn’t have to worry anymore when it came to you. 

You took off your lilac nightgown, exposing your body to Harry’s eyes. Your nipples had hardened due to the exposure to the cold. His eyes glimmered as he gazed at your stunning and beautiful body. Every curve and inch was something he tried to remember, and he was quite speechless at the sight. He reached out, gently grabbing your hips as he roamed his hands up your body and to your breasts, grabbing both in each of his hands. 

He looked up at you and you smiled down at him as he placed his mouth on your left pebbled nipple, sucking and licking it as his hand fondled with the other. You laced your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp as he did so, switching over to your right nipple. 

Harry pulled away, looking at you. “You’re an actual angel. You’re so beautiful.” 

“Harry…” you blushed. 

“You are, angel. So beautiful. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.” He kissed the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before getting up and pushing you down onto the bed with ease. He settled in between your legs, arms hooked under your thighs. 

Continuing kissing down your stomach, he reached the hem of your underwear, looking up at you before asking, “Can I take these off? Wanna make you feel good—the same way you always make me feel good.” 

“Please. Take them off. Wanna feel your mouth on me,” you pleaded as your arousal heightened. You wrapped your legs around his back, eagerly pulling his head towards your center, making Harry let out a chuckle. 

“Easy, angel. Not going anywhere.” Harry kissed your stomach once more before pulling off your beige underwear. You were glistening below him; you made a complete mess in your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me?” 

“Mhm. All for you, Harry, please,” you whispered impatiently. Harry’s dirty talk had only increased your need for him as it was quite surprising to see this side of him since he was more on the shy and reserved side outside, but nonetheless, you loved both sides—you loved him. 

Harry leaned down, pressing multiple kisses to your inner thighs, nibbling on the skin gently. You bucked your hips as he trailed his kisses towards your pussy that was eagerly waiting to be touched and licked. When he got there, he pressed a kiss to your clit before kitten-licking your sensitive button, making you softly moan. 

His tongue licked into the entrance of your pussy, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue to lubricate your clit even more. 

“Fuck,” you groaned as your hands found his curly locks, tugging at them gently. 

“You could do that harder, I don’t mind it,” Harry told you before going back to eating you out. You pulled harder and Harry deeply groaned against you, sending vibrations up your body. 

His hands wandered around your body, feeling the softness of your skin against his hands. Your skin had formed goosebumps due to his touch, and Harry smoothed out your skin so you were warm. He sucked on your clit quite harshly, earning a moan of his name from your lips as he grabbed both of your tits in his hands, squeezing them. 

You placed your hands on top of his, squeezing them with him, and Harry almost came at the sight of that. There you were, moaning his name out, getting your pussy eaten, and squeezing your tits on top of his hands. A sight he truly was lucky enough to see. 

Harry pulled one hand away to rub your clit as he tongued around your wet hole before tongue fucking you. He rubbed your clit at a moderate speed, enough for you to thrust your hips off the bed. Harry pulled his other hand that was still on one of your breasts away to pin your hips down onto the bed. 

“Stay still for me, angel,” he instructed, voice deep that made you even wetter. “You taste so good. Could eat you out all day.” 

“Harry…” you trailed, whining desperately for your release. “W-Wanna…cum…need to.” Your sentences were broken and Harry thought that was a good sign, knowing that he was doing so well you couldn’t form a proper sentence. 

“Tell me what you need. Let me know, so I can get you there.” 

“F-Fingers,” you told him, and he immediately brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it before inserting two fingers inside your pussy. He thrust slowly, curling his fingers up to feel your walls.

He felt you pulsing around him as your legs were wrapped tightly around his back as you screamed his name over and over again. 

“C’mon, love. Give me one,” he encouraged, thrusting his fingers a bit faster. 

Once he hit the spot over and over again, you saw stars. Your vision had gone white for a few seconds, and you felt dizzy. The pleasure that ran through your body was overwhelming in the best way possible and you choked out a few sobs. It had hit you like a brick that you saw coming, but you were still surprised and shocked by the impact. 

Your hands held Harry’s hair tight that he thought for a moment that you might actually rip it off. Harry rubbed your pussy as you came down from your high, licking your orgasm that was seeping through your cunt, taking every drop of it. He looked up to see your head thrown back, chest heaving, and a vein that was bulging against your skin. He kissed your thighs while his other hand trailed across your body. 

When you finally were able to catch your breath, Harry kissed up your body, leaving the softest and loving kisses to your skin as you were quite sensitive. You grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours as you immediately stuck your tongue in his mouth, swirling it with his to taste yourself on him—a mixture of his taste and your orgasm all on his tongue had made you wetter. 

Harry was grinding himself against your leg, trying to relieve some pressure. 

“Want you,” you told him once he pulled away, looking at him intently. 

“You sure?” 

“Absolutely. Please? Only if you want to-”

“I definitely want to. Just wanna make sure you were sure,” he breathed out a chuckle. 

“Course I want to.” There was a bit of silence between you two as you were simply just admiring him as he hovered over you. “Are you gonna fuck me, Harry?” You broke the silence, and Harry broke out of his trance, shyly giggling before getting off the bed. 

He peeled away his briefs, cock standing straight up from the slight painful restraint. He was big—girth and length wise, and you felt your mouth salivating from just looking at him. He got back on the bed, in between your legs as he sat on his knees. Spitting on his hand, he grabbed a hold of his dick, stroking it to relieve the pressure. The view was beautiful in every single way possible, and you didn’t dare to bat an eye because you didn’t want to miss one second of it. 

Wanting to take over for him, you reached forward, replacing his hand with yours as you slowly stroked his cock for him. Harry had a smug smile on his face but soon changed into a face of pure pleasure as your hand worked against him. His mouth was open as he let out a soft moan, looking down at your eyes as you were looking up, completely loving his reaction to your touch. 

“You’re so pretty, Harry,” you complimented as you continued to touch him. Your other hand reached forward to fondle with his balls, rolling them into your hand as Harry whimpered. “Love seeing you like this. Most gorgeous man I’ve seen in my life.” 

“Please, angel, you’re being too nice…” he managed to groan out, hands gripping your thighs. 

“But it’s true. Look so pretty when you’re like this, but also when you’re hitting the heavy bags. When we go out to eat and you mindlessly drink your entire drink while waiting for the food. But I think you’ll look extra pretty than you already are if you cum.” Your words of declaration were getting him on the edge as you stroke him. The way your voice slightly changed as you looked up at him with the most innocent eyes made him thrust into your hand, gripping the flesh of your skin as he threw his head back. 

“You think so?” 

“Mhm. Gonna be so pretty when you cum all over my body, my tits. Can you do that? For me, can you do that? Please?” You were completely begging for it, but even with all the begging, he knew that you had all the control right now. 

Your feet rubbed his calves up and down, and it was the simplest touch, but it heightened Harry’s need to let go. 

“Wanna cum for you, yeah.” His breaths were heavy and harsh as your touch was focused on his tip, wrapping your delicate hands around the head where he was most sensitive. 

Harry’s moans stuttered as a series of profanities slipped from his lips, spilling onto your stomach and breasts. You smiled to yourself as you studied his face when he came undone; his mouth was open, occasionally biting his lip, and eyes shut closed as his head was thrown back—he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and the fact that you got to see him like this was an honor. 

When he came down from his high, he slowly opened his eyes, meeting yours, staring right at him. You smirked, body covered in his orgasm, and he thought that was a picture worth taking. You were gorgeous covered in his pleasure that you caused, and you seemed to love it too since you made no effort to wipe it off. 

Boldly, he leaned down, dragging his tongue from your stomach to your tit, spending the most time on your breasts as he nibbled and licked your nipples, collecting his orgasm from your skin and held it on the tip of his tongue until he reached your mouth. You willingly opened your mouth as his tongue delved right in, feeding you his cum. 

You two passionately kissed, tasting him ever so sensually. You moaned into his mouth, thinking about how the sight of Harry licking his orgasm off of your body was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. With your hips jerking up, you felt yourself getting wet again and in need to release once more. 

You whimpered, pulling away. “Please. Need you so bad.” Harry nodded, agreeing. 

“Condom?” He asked, and you immediately reached over to your bedside table, ripping open the condom before rolling it onto his dick that was still hard. 

Harry curled in his lips, watching you. You gave him a few extra strokes for good measure, earning a soft moan from his mouth. He took his length in his hand, running the tip up and down your slit, collecting your arousal and lubricating his cock. He gave you one last look and you nodded before he slowly pushed in, indulging in your wetness and softness. 

A moan came out of both of your mouths, feeling completely full and warm for one another with the stretch Harry had on you. He planted his elbows on both sides of you, holding himself up over you as he slowly began to thrust. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Feel so good for me.” He placed a kiss on your lips as he whispered. He found a rhythm as he started to move faster, rocking his hips against yours, making you moan. 

It was a feeling like no other, and it was the amount of love you two had for one another that made this experience much more special. Love was practically oozing out of both of your veins, filling the room to its maximum capacity as the both of you moaned out in pleasure. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms looped around his back, hugging him closer to you as if he couldn’t get closer. You whined into his ear, the sounds of your pleasure were music to his eyes, sending a shiver down his body, making him jerk. But that jolt had hit your g-spot, and you screamed out in ecstasy. 

“Right there. Keep doing that. Keep fucking me,” you managed to say. Harry maintained his pace, going deeper, and fucking you into oblivion as you kept crying and screaming his name out. 

Harry’s lips attached to your neck, nibbling and licking your skin, leaving a few decent size love bites that he was sure to admire when they’d fully formed. Your nails had raked down his back, leaving a burning but pleasurable sting down his skin, letting him know that he was doing an amazing job. 

“You like that?” He groaned into your ear, leaving chills rising onto your skin. 

“Mhm. Just like that. Don’t stop. I-I’m so close.” You threw your head back into the pillows, and Harry took the opportunity to attack your exposed neck with kisses again. Your hands found Harry’s hair, tugging at his curls as he kissed you. That encouraged him to fuck you harder and faster, repeatedly hitting your special spot. “O-Oh…” 

“Come on, angel love. Cum for me, please. Wanna see you make a mess around me,” he encouraged you. 

With a few more thrusts, you were done. You had fully and completely released around him as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your vision had gone white for a few seconds, head dizzy, and your breaths were caught in your throat as your hips involuntarily jolted, meeting his thrusts that were fucking you through your high. 

Harry started to thrust sloppily, burying his face in your neck as he spilled into the condom. His hot breath was against your skin as he started to slow down, coming down from his orgasm. 

The room was silent as the only sounds present were the heavy breaths and the post-orgasmic whimpers coming from your mouth as you two held one another. Your nails gently scratched down his back, contrasting to the desperate and needy scratches that you had given him just a few minutes ago. 

Harry lifted his head up, meeting your eyes before connecting his lips against yours, tongue meeting first before your lips moved in sync so passionately and lovingly that you both unspokenly agreed to never taste another pair of lips again. 

“I love you so much,” Harry said, resting his chin on your chest. 

You smiled down at him, eyes gleaming as you looked at your love, your entire heart, the man that had stolen your breath and heart just by one look. 

“And I love you too.” 

Waking up to the warmth of the body next to you was your favorite thing in the morning—had been for six months now. The sight next to you was something you wouldn’t get used to as you always found yourself feeling so lucky every single time you woke up next to him. 

But a pout formed onto your face when you saw that the space next to you was empty. The crinkled yellow sheets were left, missing a certain person that you had been excited to see this morning since you closed your eyes the night prior. 

Turning over to your bedside table, you grabbed your pager, seeing if you had any messages, and one specifically stood out to you, making you sleepily smile at your pager. 

“Goodmorning, angel,” Harry greeted as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom. He was wearing a gray sweatsuit, holding a white paper bag in one hand and a smoothie tray, that held two smoothies, in the other hand with a loving smile plastered on his face, making his dimples poke out. 

“Mm. Hi, darling.” Your arms reached forward, gesturing him to come to you, and he gladly did, situating himself on your body as you wrapped your arms around him. 

You two stayed like that for a moment, basking in the presence and gratitude of one another. It was nice until your stomach started growling, making Harry chuckle. 

“C’mon, gotta feed my girl before we head to the gym.” He got off of you, helping you up and out of the bed before helping you make the bed. He walked over to the kitchen before you went to the restroom, and when you walked out, Harry had your breakfast set on a plate. 

You two made light conversation, mostly enjoying the silence and tastiness of the food before you got ready to go to the gym. 

When you walked into Don’s Box, you were immediately greeted by a few of the members, giving you high fives, as well as saying hi to Harry. The entire gym had found out you two were together when they started to notice Harry coming into the gym almost every day and staying until the gym closed, so a few people had their speculations. Don was certain you two would get together from the very beginning, and he had told you that the only reason he was trying to act intimidating when Harry first walked in was that he sensed that something would happen, and he was right, something did happen. 

Benny was ecstatic; jokingly telling Harry that he could now spend time with his wife since you had taken all of Harry’s time now, which Benny earned a push from Harry towards the ropes of the ring. Benny’s wife was also pregnant and wanted Harry to be the godfather, which Harry immediately took on that responsibility and role. But that also meant since you and Harry were planning on staying together for the long run, you were becoming a godmother as well, which you were very excited about. 

You climbed up into the ring as Harry followed. You had a day off, and no one needed your attention other than Harry, so you helped him put on his gloves after you wrapped his hands in tape, and you put on your mitts, making sure they were tight before clapping the mitts together—Harry punched his gloves together, making sure they were comfortable. 

You raised your brows at him teasingly. “Ready, darling?” 

“Ready as always, my angel,” he responded, and you smirked. 

“Give me a good one. Give me 1.” 

talk to me about your favorite moments, your thoughts and feelings about this pls! thank you for reading <3

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

If you’re still doing requests, can you write a Whitty x Reader where Whitty and the Reader attempt to bake some cookies, but Whitty is getting frustrated because he keeps messing up measurements and accidentally breaking stuff and is starting to get really mad, so the Reader tries to calm him down the best they could? Thank you!

"Wha...you’re saying I followed the WRONG RECIPIE THIS WHOLE TIME?!!!”

“Uh...yeah but it’s okay, Whit! We can just--”

“FUCK THIS!! I QUIT!!!”

You jumped as the bombhead slammed the measuring cup to the floor, shattering it to pieces. But when he realized his mistake, he only got even angrier. “Goddamn it!! Sorry.”

The two of you intended to have a stress-free day. After Whitty’s battle with Keith, you could tell he was really furious about his defeat, so to help him calm down you thought you could bake some cookies together.

Problem was he didn’t know the basics of cooking, or even how to work an oven for that matter. But he seemed determined to learn something new for once, although luck hadn’t been on his side lately.

The fact he followed a different and more complex recipe and accidentally broke a few cups didn’t help matters.

“Ughh..no...” He clutched his head, feeling pressure building up. “I am not gonna explode over some stupid cookies..”

“Then let me clean up the mess. You can go sit down for a bit.” You suggested as you got the broom and dustpan. 

“But-”

“I’ll let you sprinkle the chocolate chips on after I mix up the batter, how does that sound?”

“....fine.” Annoyed, but relieved to get a break, Whitty stormed out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch. He felt bad that you had to clean up his mess, though he knew he’d risk breaking more of your stuff, so he just waited till you were done with that.

Once you called him back to the kitchen, he saw you mixing the batter. He grabbed the small bag of chocolate chips, holding it over the bowl when you finished. He ripped it up and watched the chips fall into the mixture...

Along with some plastic.

His eye twitched with irritation, though he kept calm as you simply took the plastic bits out. “Thank you. Now we gotta put these bad boys onto a tray. Can you preheat the oven to 400, please?”

Fortunately he was able to do at least that right, and you put the cookies in the oven once you balled them up and placed them evenly onto the tray. Then you set the timer and you both decided to go wait on the couch till they were done baking.

“You know..I appreciate all your help today.” You spoke up, causing Whitty to glance over at you.

“Oh uh..yeah, no problem.” He muttered. “Even though I kept breaking stuff..”

“Those things can be replaced, so it’s no big deal to me.” With a smile, you patted his arm. “I’m sure they’ll come out great.”

He had doubts that the cookies will be perfect. But when they were finished, they surprisingly turned out delicious--he ended up eating more than he intended to, but you were okay with that.

Today turned out to be a...semi stress-free day. At least he got to enjoy it with you.

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf whitty x reader #whitty x reader

[thegremlincrowsnest]

A Slice of Cheesecake

Fatgum x poc!reader

CW: Slight breed kink, thigh fucking, mentions of vagina, slight anal play, creampies, mentions of daddy in a sexual way, kitchen and sex around food

Color Code

Orange: Fatgum

blue: Reader

Pink: Fatgums inner thoughts

WC: 1.7k

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Fatgum was definitely your favorite customer to bake for. Tips generously and an absolute beaut to stare at while you work. He always came past your shop on his breaks or days off just to watch you. “Ya know, I can always help fill those buns for ya sugar plum.” He would say with a smirk. You just giggle and shake your head as you continue to fill and dip your eclairs. You were finishing up some orders to deliver, and he offered to stay and help you out. You accepted his help with a smile as the pro-hero helped pack cupcakes, cookies, and pastries.

Everything was going great until you went to change. When you work, you wear chef pants, a plain t-shirt, and your apron. But for deliveries, your outfit was much. Much different. Fatgum couldn’t help himself as he stared, seeing your soft stomach peek out from your crop top. He has to hide behind your counter as you fix the garter belts from under your skirt. He groaned softly as he saw how your thighs bulge from the garter belt and thigh highs. Your skirt was absolutely sinful being so short, bending over. He got a glimpse of those soft pink lace panties. Walking around, he pressed himself against you. “Baby...I don’ know if ya should go out like that. Pretty thin’ like you could get devoured.” He says, deep voice low. His two large hands came to hold your wide hips. Groaning loudly as he saw his fingers sink into your love handles.

Looking up at him with big doe eyes, you smiled. “Oh~ well, I don’t have anything to worry about with a big strong hero like you, Taishiro~,” You say as you grind against his growing hard-on. You slip from his grip with a giggle as you finish packing up orders. “Ok, now let’s go!”

Walking down the street with you was a blessin and a curse for Fatgum. Seeing your thick ass sway in that skirt was torture ‘Little Nymph,’ he thought to himself. Going from customer to customer was easy enough. You were so sweet to each one, and he could only smile softly at you. Seeing you dote on each and every one. The sun was setting as you finished, and the teasing was getting worse. On trains, you were pressed so close to him, you smelled like sugar and warm spices. Your skin contrasted beautifully against his yellow costume as you held onto him. Brown, golden skin that he swore always shimmered in the sunlight. You both were able to finish earlier than you thought, so he decides to treat you a bit. You were already in the shopping district, and he saw how your eyes lingered on some of the displays. Laying a hand on your hip, he leaned down to your ear. “Would you like me to buy that for ya, Darlin?” He asks. You stifle a soft groan at how close he is; turning to him, you reply. “No! I should be treating you to something for helping me out today.”

His eyes darken a bit at those doe eyes you give him. Fuck, you look so cute. He stands up and looks around, smirking as he looks down at you. “Then I know how we both can win.” He says as he walks you down an ally, a hole-in-the-wall sex shop that you’re surprised the BMI hero would know of. As you both walk in, he brings you towards some expensive pieces. He tells you to pick out what you'd like as he sits down on a stool.

Watching you was a pleasure, watching you bounce around from display to display, skirt riding up as you bent down. He bit the inside of his cheek before he motioned for one of the employees.

You look up to see Fatgum whispering to one of the employees before looking back at you with a smirk. Picking a few sets, you walk up to him, face warm as you smirk back to him. He looks them over, letting out a low growl at the soft lace of one of the panties before nodding over to the employee again.

The walk back home was swift, entering your shop and making sure all of the blinds were drawn. Fatgum then pinned you against the front counter, licking and nibbling on your neck as he rubbed your clit through your panties. “Such a sweet boy for me...so tasty,” He says as he helps strip your clothes. He pulls out his favorite set along with a relatively thick butt plug. “If you’re ok with this, Darlin, I’d love to see you wear these while you bake me a little cheesecake, baby.” He says as he holds them out for you. You nod quickly, slipping on the lingerie and bending over to prep your ass. Before you can open the cap for the lube, he stops you. “Please sugah let me help ya.” He says as he pours lube over your hole. Groaning softly at how you clench around nothing. Gently pushing a finger against your hole, kissing down your back, he pushes one in. It takes a few minutes of him kissing your neck and ear as he stretches you out before sliding the lubed-up plug into your ass. You whimper at the stretch, your pussy dripping with arousal as he pulls up your panties. He kisses you deeply before patting your ass to the kitchen.

Cooking while being watched was something you were used to before, but with the current circumstances, your head was foggy. Fatgum would come up behind you to “help,” pressing the plug in your ass or groping your breast. Finally, as you placed the cheesecake in the oven with a water bath, you began prepping some toppings. As you began to whip up some cream, he decided it was time to push further. Pulling your panties down, he pressed your thighs together. Bending you over, he lifted you gently as he slid his cock between your thighs. Moaning softly at the heat radiating from your dripping center. Your head was spinning; you could smell his arousal mixed in with sweat. You desperately wanted to get on your knees and bury your nose in it. He was no better; wafts of your arousal filled his nose as the soft plushness of your thighs squeezed him perfectly.

You groan softly as you feel the head of his cock brush against your clit. Looking up at him, you whimper, “P-Please Taishiro. Fuck me, I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” You beg. In response, he spreads your thighs apart and presses you down onto the counter. He can’t help himself but allow his hands to wander over your soft skin, admiring every stretch mark, scar and blemish. “Fuck Baby Boy… ‘Ave I ever told ya how beautiful you are?” He asks as he undoes your top. You’re about to respond until you feel his large hands grope your breast. Kneading them gently, your body shivers, “N-No, but I could tell with how you look at me.” You respond with a soft smile.

He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, cradling your face in his hands like you’ll break at any second. He lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. You gasp, seeing just how big he is, almost 12 inches long; it’s slightly darker than the rest of him, it's as thick as a can of soda, and you briefly worry about how it will fit. “Don’t be scared, my little darlin’. I’ll make sure you feel really good.” He says as he presses the tip against your entrance. He leans down again, kissing you deeply as he begins to push in. You whimper and grip his shoulders, feeling the head of his cock push through your entrance. He stops and gently pulls out before pushing back in, reaching down to rub your clit as he works his cock. Finally, after a few moments, he's able to bottom out inside of you. Even with your soft stomach, you can still see the outline of his cock in you. He moans loudly, seeing it as well; pressing down on it gently, he begins a steady pace. His large, heavy balls slap against your ass as he grips your thigh with one hand. The other is near your head, trying to keep himself steady.

“F-faster Taishiro~ Please faster!” You moan out as you begin to pinch and pull on your nipples. He doesn’t protest; pressing your knees to your chest, he starts thrusting faster. His precum fills you up and begins to drip down onto the floor; loud nasty slapping sounds reverberate against the tile walls as he continues his fast pace. He’s grunting like a bull as he sees your breast and stomach squished under your thighs and his hands. You’re so soft and sweet and beautiful to him; he wants to take you home and spoil you.

“Taishiro! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as you feel your walls tighten around his cock. He grunts as he holds you close, face nuzzled into your tight curls as he wraps his arms around you, legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. “Cum for me, Sugah Plum~ Cum all over daddy’s cock” He grunts as he moves you like a fleshlight. “Daddy daddy daddy! Fill me up! Please fill me up!” You respond. He leans back to watch your face as he thrusts as deeply as he can before holding you down on his cock. He groans loudly as his cock twitches pumping you full of cum. His body shivers as he can’t help but continue to hump you gently as he breeds you. You don’t fight it, tightening your legs around him as your cunt milks him.

You’re both blissed-out, kissing each other sloppily as he humps you. Tongues and teeth clash together as you pant for more. “Y-Y/n, I love you, I love you please be mine.” He says as he reaches down to rub your clit, extending your orgasm along with his. You nod frantically as he licks and sucks on your neck, “I love you too~ Please mark me up, Taishi” You moan out as you feel his cock harden again.

You’re both startled by the timer going off. Not wanting to pull out, he holds you close to him with one hand as he maneuvers to get the cheesecake out of the oven. Placing it on the cooling rack, he looks down at you with a smirk. “I hope you have enough energy, my little cheesecake, cause I’m gonna make sure you reak of my cum for days.”

#fatgum x reader #fatgum smut #ftm!reader #fatgum #cernunnos writing #bnha x reader #what's cookin' good lookin' #taishiro toyomitsu #bnha taishiro #taishiro x reader #taishiro smut #poc!reader

[starkerhowlter]

I'm Not Sick

Ship: Starker

Rating: T

Contains: stubborn!Tony, Language, a brief discussion of Flu testing

Initial prompt: "a fluffy sick fic! With someone taking care of the other!"

Words: 1,242

Summary: "I'm not sick, Peter!" "Friday, what's his temp?" "101.2 degrees Fahrenheit." "mhm."

Beta'd by and dedicated to my favorite human in the world ever: @cozysafechaotic. I love you lots, keep being amazing 💕

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Peter knows. He's known from the moment they woke up this morning to right now. From the way that Tony pushed away his gluten-free waffles, to the way he fell asleep at his desk. Tony's sick.

After the fifth cough, Peter sighs, "Tony, you're sick."

"I am not!" He coughs again. "There's just something in my throat, that's all!" He takes another sip of water, "I'm fine, babe!" The younger rolls his eyes but turns back to his work, deciding that the man's an adult and can take care of himself.

That is, until four hours later when the man's head hits the desk. "Shit, Tony!" Peter drops his wrench, jumps over the desk, and rushes to the man's side, "Are you okay?" His heart finally catches up with him, and he begins shaking the man gently.

The man raises his head, looking at Peter with a glare, flailing his hands. "I'm fine. I'm not sick! But Fuck, my head hurts."

"I wouldn't expect it to not, you just hit a stainless steel counter and a piece of titanium. I would expect you to have quite the headache! But you do need to go to bed, you're sick."

"No, I'm not!" Tony exclaims, indignant noise slipping out before he can stop it.

"Hey, FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"What's Tony's temperature?"

"101.2 degrees Fahrenheit. A low-grade fever." The robotic voice replies, "Mr. Stark is also showing symptoms of Influenza Type-A."

"That's what I thought. " Peter crosses his arms matter-of-factly and raises his eyebrow. "Now, do I need to escort you to bed or can you make it there yourself while I make you some soup?"

"I'm not sick!" He complains but rises from the desk. "But I will go to bed because you asked me to."

"Go, then." Peter nods, watching the man disappear into the elevator, and for it to ding before going to the kitchen. He turns on the lights before digging in the pantry and finding a can of Italian Wedding Soup. He quickly pours the soup into a bowl and shoves it into the microwave, quickly pressing the four button. He shoots Stephen a text asking if the man could come over with a few tests, and medicine for the older. The timer goes off before he receives an answer.

Peter knocks lightly, before entering their shared bedroom and pressing a damp cloth to the inventor's forehead. "Glad to see you listened to me. Did you get changed into pajamas?"

"Yep," Tony replies, sitting up in bed.

"I made you soup." Peter passes the boy his bowl, "Be careful, it's hot. Also, Stephen is going to come and do some tests on you and figure out what you have wrong with you."

"I told you I'm not --" The man breaks into coughs before he can finish his sentence. "Fuck. Sick. I'm not sick." He takes a bit of the soup into his spoon, sipping it. "Is this my mama's recipe? Oh, it tastes just like being back in Italy" Tony's voice breaks at the end of the statement, sounding almost childlike.

"It's... It's from a can, babe," he admits, "I wouldn't have been able to make your Mama's recipe in that time. I'm sorry. At least now we know you are sick. A healthy Tony wouldn't accept anything less than real Italian Wedding Soup."

"It's okay. This is perfect." The man tilts his head up, asking silently for a kiss.

"Yeah, not gonna happen, honey. You're sick."

"Am not!"

"Tony, you just ate soup from a can. Yes, you are. And I can't cuddle with you, because I can still get sick."

"Babe, we sleep in the same bed, you probably already have it." He sneezes, causing Peter to chuckle lightly.

"Let's not test that theory, I'm going to go wait for Stephen downstairs, eat your soup and watch some TV, and no. doing. work!"

"This is a punishment!" Tony exclaims, "What else do you expect me to do?! Lay here and wither?"

"Maybe, if it means you'll hush," Peter laughs walking out.

"You're a cold one, Parker," The older shouts as the door clicks shut.

About 30 minutes later, Stephen knocks on the door, mask, and gloves already in place. "Where is he?" He asks Peter.

"He's upstairs, follow me." Peter opens the door wider and leads the doctor up the stairs. "Wait here, I'm gonna make sure he's awake."

"Sure! Just let me know when to come in."

Peter knocks gently, before opening the door, "Hi, honey, Stephen's here to give you your flu test." Tony groans, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Peter nods and opens the door, allowing the doctor in.

"Hi, Tony!" Stephen tries, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit on fire."

"Alrighty, well hopefully we can get you feeling right as rain again quickly. I'm going to do a flu test on you though, just to confirm Friday's reading that Peter told me she had. I'm going to access your medical file before we begin."

"Okay, whatever just get it over with..." Tony complains, leaning back against Peter.

The two watch as Stephen pulls up Tony's health reports and checks his heart, blood pressure, and does a basic checkup. "Alright, this next part will need Peter's help. Just to ensure you don't punch me."

"Alright, I trust you, Strange." The man nods at Peter, instructing Tony to look up slightly.

"Okay, I need Peter to hold your arms back and stay still or it'll hurt." Tony nods, nervously complying with the instructions. "Ready, Left first." The man takes the long swab and begins the Flu test, before doing the same on the other side. "Alright, Tony, it'll take about five minutes for this to cultivate, and let me know if you have the flu, as FRIDAY suggests. I will be back shortly." Stephen opens a portal, stepping through into the Avenger's health lab, and closing the portal.

"Fuck that was uncomfortable." Tony groans, leaning his head back onto his young boyfriend's shoulder.

"You're so dramatic, but yes. It's usually uncomfortable," Peter chuckles, wrapping his arms around the man's chest instead of biceps. "Why don't you eat more of your soup while we wait."

The inventor nods, picking up the bowl and consuming more of the warm food. Peter presses a kiss to his temple, as they wait patiently for the results.

It feels like forever when Stephen returns to their room, piece of paper in hand. "Well, Tony," he begins, "It's nothing serious, but it is Flu type A, good ol H1N1. Luckily your records say you got vaccinated about two months ago, so you should be just fine. If something starts feeling bad, or your symptoms get unbearable, let me know. Go ahead and take this and you should feel better soon." Stephen hands Peter a box of oseltamivir and the report before walking out.

"Thank you, Stephen!" Peter chirps, shaking his hand and leading him out of the penthouse.

"Now, you need some rest for the next few days while you take your medicine. I will bring you dinner in a few hours." He kisses Tony's forehead, before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

Around two weeks later, Tony's better and back in the lab. The two know no personal space and are working on projects for hours on end. Everything is perfect once again in their little world.

And then Peter sneezes.

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𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

Summary: Chris is feeling down on himself and is feeling his age, you prove to him that he’s still in his prime.

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ highly reccomended , daddy kink , oral (m/r) , uhh filthy stuff so dont read if you dont like 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Authors note: I don’t own any rights to the gif or the music refrences in this fic, if you get the refrences plz, if not you may have been to young to read this.

You sat down in bed beside Chris as he continued to read his book, glasses slightly perched on his nose, you thought back to when Chris asked you to buy him reading glasses, he was nervous to admit his eyes were getting a bit less sharp than they were. You smiled as you laid your head down on his shoulder as he set his book face down in his lap, looking down at you. “You look like a sexy professor” you whispered as he grinned and kissed the top of your nose gently “you think so?” he whispered back as you nodded quickly as your response. He couldn’t help the grin to spread across his face as you leaned up and kissed his cheek “whatcha reading?” you asked as he held the same book up he’s been reading for a while now. You smiled as you reached out to play with pieces of his locks as he hummed in content.  You finally convinced him to grow more, no buzz for a while and he surprisingly agreed, as you proved to him just why you loved the long hair and long beard combo.

You smiled as he laid back to give you more access to his hair to play with as he set the book aside with his glasses with a sigh, “you okay?” you asked him softly as you sensed the heavy sigh held some meaning. “I am just feeling old today thats all” he whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes, you tilted your head slightly “did something happen baby?” you asked as he shook his head quickly “no no, I’m okay I promise you” he smiled as he took your free hand and kissed your ring finger where your engagement ring sat. You smiled as you leaned down and kissed his forehead “I love you okay?” you asked him as he smiled sadly and nodded “I know you do baby, I love you more”. You kissed the top of his head and climbed out of bed, “where are you going?!” he whined as he sat up with a smirk “I have to pee and then I’m going to bed” you laughed as he pouted “but I want cuddles” he grinned at your chuckle as you walked to the bathroom and closed the door. 

Waking up the next morning you rolled over to be met with a cold bed, You were slightly used to it as you have been with Chris for almost four years but with being home a lot more, you got used to having the warmth of a bed. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened your eyes slowly and saw his side of the bed empty, not even dodger. You sighed as you rolled out of bed and pulled the hoodie on Chris had on the night before and made your way downstairs. As you were making your way downstairs you stopped and saw Chris in his office behind his computer. You smiled as you leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms “I can’t believe you chose her over me” you smirked as he lifted his head quickly from behind the laptop screen. He chuckled as he shook his head “I’m sorry you had to find out like this” he finished as you both laughed as he held his hand out for you. You took his hand as you made your way to the desk and sat on the edge beside him and his laptop. “What are you up to today?” you asked him as he smiled shutting his laptop “nothing now, would you like to make breakfast or shall i?” he asked standing in front of you wrapping his arms around your waist as you leaned up and kissed his chin “oh you can today I did yesterday”. 

FEW DAYS LATER

The last few days Chris had been acting strange. You couldn’t pinpoint what was happening but every sense he told you he was feeling old, he acted down on himself. You tried prying but knew you weren’t going to get much farther than that and knew he would tell you on his own time when he was ready. You made your way upstairs with the laundry basket to fold and take care of all of it. As you made your way up the stairs you stopped as you saw Chris in the bathroom in front of the mirror. With a frown on his face you looked at him and set the laundry basket down, “what are you doing?” you asked as you leaned against the door frame and watched him jump slightly. “Sorry to scare you babe” you smiled as he shook his head quickly with a sad smile. You continued to watch him as you waited for him to speak, he continued to look through his hair and his beard as he turned to you as he held his fingers to your face “a gray”. 

You looked at Chris’s hand and saw his hair between his fingers, the chestnut brown in his hands. You stood with your hands on your hips looking at him “is this what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. He looked at you with furrowed brows as he looked at the hair he held in his hands “I have greys in my hair and in my beard! (Y/N) I’m getting old!” he said, looking at you as you chuckled, walking to him, running your hand along his back in a soothing matter. You shook your head as he watched you in the mirror “Honey” you whispered as you shook your head quickly “You aren’t old, It's completely normal to have gray hairs okay? I think you are absolutely the sexiest man ever okay? Gray hair or not” you smiled, biting your lip as you grabbed his hand. Leading Chris to the bedroom you gently nudged him to the bed as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Babe” he frowned as you looked at him grinning “I’ll prove to you that you aren’t old” you smirked hands on your hips. 

Chris looked up at you from the bed biting his lip, you could already tell as you hadn’t touched him yet he was getting hard in his sweats. You grinned walking to the bed,climbing in and straddling his lap as you slowly stripped off your shirt. “See” you whispered as he reached out to unclasp your bra “No ‘old man’ would know how to unclasp a bra that fast” you grinned leaning down and kissing him passionately as you cupped both his cheeks. You heard Chris groan as you unconsciously grinded your hips down on his cock. He groaned as he laid his head back as you grinned at the access you had to kiss down his neck,sucking on his sweet spot. You kissed down Chris's chest as he opted for no shirt that morning. Kissing down his chest you kissed every tattoo in your path, as you did so you mumbled between kisses “No old timer is gonna get this hard fast chris” you smirked as he looked up as you tugged at the waistband of his sweats. Lifting his butt, you slid his  sweats down and tossed them aside behind you. You noticed his cock was already hard and leaking precum through his boxers as you grinned, licking the spot on his boxers. 

You smiled to yourself as you tugged his boxers down and his length sprung out, You couldn’t help to feel your mouth water, No matter how many times you gave him a blowie you were always so enticed with his length. You took his length in your hand, pumping slowly as he shivered from the coldness of your engagement ring. You smirked to yourself as you circled the tip of his cock with your tongue, taking in all the precum from the tip. “Fuck” he whispered throwinf his head back tangling his fingers in your hair as you took him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head and pumping what you couldn’t fit. Groaning against his length you looked up at him through your lashes and watched his face, the pleasure he was feeling. He looked down to meet your eyes as he smirked, holding your hair back he thrust his hips into your mouth with a groan as you held his thighs gently. 

“Fuck fuck fuck” he groaned as he slowly pulled you off his cock panting, “no no I can’t I need to cum inside you thats it” he groaned as you kissed up his cock and up his chest to soon meet his lips “oh really?” you asked as he smirked, rolling you over so he was hovering over you, his necklace hanging down between the two of you. Shivering you felt Chris's hand in your panties as your pants had been discarded earlier. “Oh, sucking daddy’s dick made you wet huh baby?” he smirked as he brushed your clit as he teased your hole with his finger gently. You nodded in response as his cold fingers rubbed your clit slowly. “Fuck if your going to fuck me” you looked up at him with a smirk as he smirked back “oh I definitely will be fucking you princess” he paused his assult on your clit as he grinned “just not yet” he slid your panties down and over his shoulder as he kissed your lips. You moaned as you felt his tip through your lips, Holding onto his arms you moaned against his lips as he slid into you slowly. Not giving you much time to adjust he held your thigh to his body as he thrusted into you at a quick pace. Moaning loudly you threw your head back as he continued thrusting at his quick pace. 

Gasping you moan loudly as you feel Chris find that spot. He smirked as he continued to thrust harder to hit your g-spot. You moaned loudly ���oh fuck me” you mumbled as more of a whisper. “But baby daddy is already fucking you” he smirked as you gripped his arm tightly,digging your nails into his skin as he smirked and you moaned loudly. “Right there daddy please” you gasped, moaning loudly as Chris continued to thrust into you. “Oh baby your so tight, so warm, fuck I can feel you squeezing me” he mumbled as your arms wrapped aroumd him “fuck baby, are you gonna cum for daddy? Huh?” he asked as you nodded quickly in response “yes daddy fuck” you replied. Adjusting your bodies Chris moved around to get a new angle to hit your g-spot harder than before. Moaning he reached down rubbing your clit in fast circles “c’mon baby come for daddy” you gasped loudly, moaning as you gripped his wrist. Gasping loudly you arched your back off the bed, feeling the cold metal of Chris's necklace against your chest, shaking you cum around his length. As he continued to thrust into you a few more thrusts, he followed suit.

Falling against your chest you panted, running your fingers through Chris’s hair. “You aren’t old honey” you whispered “an old man definitely couldn’t do that” you grinned as you felt him laugh against your chest as you continued “I think the gray hair makes you look sexy” you felt him nuzzle into your neck “It reminds me like, salt and  pepper” you smiled “and what a mighty good man you are” you kissed his temple as he laughed. “I’m sorry” he whispered “why?” you asked as he mumbled “for not believing you and being a downer” you shook your head “you aren’t a downer baby, I understand it got to you, and I completely understand but you are still thriving and still are as handsome as ever” you kissed the top of his head. As the two of you cleaned up and he slowly fell asleep you smiled, he was truly in his prime, and you couldn’t help but to think what a mighty good man you were marrying.

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You’re Mine — Cha Eunwoo smut

Warnings: This fic contains 18+ material. Anyone under 18 seen interacting with this fic will be blocked!!

Contains: Jealous!Eunwoo. Hard dom!Eunwoo. Unprotected fucking (Eunwoo pulls out, but still...wrap it up)

Requested: yes

Words: 1, 652

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I lean back against the wall of the studio, my laptop sitting in front of me. I’m currently working through a little bit of my schoolwork while my boyfriend, Eunwoo, and his group members have a photo shoot. Thankfully, I did most of my work during the week, so most of my work today is simple things. I bite my lip, looking down at the last few questions on the quiz. On the side of the page, a little timer ticks down until my quiz will be forcibly turned in. I clear my thoughts and try to answer the last few questions correctly.

When I finish the last question, I sigh in relief and click the ‘submit’ button. My quiz turns in and I calmly sign out of Canvas, shutting the top of my computer. I grab my bag off the wall and place my computer carefully inside, setting it back down. Calmly, I look up at the photo shoot and smile to myself. At the moment, the photographer is trying to take a group shot. All six of the members are gathered in front of the plain background, standing close and goofing off. It’s clear that the photographer wanted something a little more professional, but he can’t seem to keep their attention. Finally, he starts snapping pictures of the members laughing with each other.

I let my eyes flit over each other members as the camera flashes over and over. My eyes fall upon Eunwoo and I smile to myself as my heart flutters. I’ve been with him for about a year now and it’s been amazing. Eunwoo is the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. He’s sweet and charming, funny and kind, and very gentlemanly. The only problem is that girl s are *constantly* throwing themselves at him. I mean, I can’t blame them, but can’t they tell that he’s taken? The worst occurrence was when we were having dinner with the rest of Astro, and our waitress kept blatantly flirting with him. Of course, Eunwoo was completely oblivious to her flirting, but I almost tore her head off.

Shaking my head, I allow the thoughts to clear and look back at the group again. To be honest, they all look very hot. The outfits that the stylists dressed them in are such a different style than what they usually wear, but they look amazing. Most of the outfits are made up of mostly black and white pieces, but there’re splashes of red thrown in. It doesn’t help that the photographer has finally gotten them to focus and now he’s taking sexy photos of the group together. I bite my lip lightly, looking at the group of them and trying not to freak out internally.

Suddenly, someone starts speaking up and I clear my thoughts again. I realize that the person who spoke was the photographer. I figure that he’s probably started the solo portion of the shoot and I just lean back against the wall again. Eunwoo is the only member who stays around the camera, so I figure they’re doing his solo portion. The other members wander off, just waiting for their solo portion. A few of the members come and sit down with me. I talk happily with Sanha and MJ, not really having a specific topic.

Other than Eunwoo, I’ve always found Sanha and MJ have been the easiest to talk to. Not even really thinking about it, I sit close to Sanha and joke around with them. At one point, Sanha complains that he’s a little sleepy, so I allow him to lay his head in my lap and I play with his hair while MJ and I keep talking. When Eunwoo’s solo portion ends, he comes over and sits down next to me. He looks down at Sanha’s head in my lap, frowning softly. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stopping my motions with Sanha’s hair.

“Does he have to sleep in your lap?” Eunwoo asks, the frown still on his face.

Knitting my eyebrows together, I look up at him. “‘Woo, is everything okay?” I ask in concern. He finally looks away from Sanha and up at me again.

“I just...don’t like that you’re flirting,” he shrugs. My jaw drops and I look over at MJ. MJ immediately throws his hands up in defense and walks off to join the other members.

“Eunwoo, I’m not flirting,” I insist, “he just got tired, so I offered.”

“Well, I don’t like it,” he huffs.

In my lap, Sanha’s eyes open slowly. He looks up at Eunwoo, yawning a little bit. When he sees the look on Eunwoo’s face, he immediately sits up. “Sorry,” he mumbles, heading over to the couch to sleep again. Once Sanha’s off my lap, Eunwoo’s mood improves a little bit. However, he gets upset again when Moonbin and Rocky start goofing off with me. It’s normal behavior for the two of them, but Eunwoo seems to take it as ‘flirting’ again.

“Can you give us a moment?” I ask. Rocky and Moonbin nod their heads, getting up and walking off again.

Once they’re further away, I take Eunwoo’s hand and start to lead him out of the photo studio. “Where’re we going?” He asks.

“Somewhere where we can talk a little easier,” I say, leading him into an empty room not too far away. We both slip inside and I turn to him, trying to think what to say. “Eunwoo...what’s up? You keep getting jealous today,” I say. He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Sorry I don’t like my members flirting with my girlfriend,” he says defensively.

“Eunwoo, they’re not flirting. They’re just being friendly,” I say.

“Well, I don’t like it. You’re *mine*,” he reminds me.

“I understand how you’re feeling. I feel that everyone time someone flirts with you, but ‘Woo, you can’t just get upset every time your members are friendly with me,” I say, leaning up to brush some hair behind his ear.

Without even hesitating, Eunwoo flips me around and presses me against the wall. “You’re *mine*. I don’t care if they’re friendly. But, as soon as they start flirting, they need to know that you’re *mine*,” he says, his voice dropping low. I stare at him with wide eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. Eunwoo smirks down at me, then leans down and captures my lips. I sigh into the kiss, leaning up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He hums, wrapping my arms around my waist and holding me close to him. The kiss is passionate and filled with emotion.

As soon as he pulls apart, Eunwoo begins pressing kisses down my neck. He presses them across my collarbone, then looks up at my, growling. “Get. Your clothes. Off,” he growls. Immediately, I step off the wall and start stripping all my clothes off. Eunwoo chuckles darkly, smirking at me. “Good girl.” He slowly starts dropping his clothes, too, and pulls me back to his chest once we’re both naked. He holds me close, letting his long cock rub against my cunt. I swallow thickly, a soft moan ripping up my throat. He smirks again, pulling his hips back and just dragging his cock through my folds.

“‘W-Woo, don’t tease,” I whine, holding onto his arms.

As soon as the words leave my lips, Eunwoo flips me around and presses me over one of the empty tables littering the room. “*Don’t* tell me what to do,” he growls in my ear. I gasp, feeling myself become even wetter just at his words. He bends me forward and, although I can’t see him, I can feel him lining himself at my hole. “Hold on, baby,” he tells me. I lean across the table, holding the edge tightly and I bite my lip. Moments later, he presses his cock into me and I gasp lightly. The stretch that I’m so used to feels amazing.

For a few moments, Eunwoo always me to adjust to his size. Finally, he pulls his hips back and starts thrusting quickly. I moan softly, flexing my grip at the edge of the table. Eunwoo chuckles darkly, snapping his hips into me quickly and I gasp, my jaw falling open. “You’re *mine*. No one else can make you feel this good,” he whispers to me.

“No, no one. Just you,” I moan, leaning my head back against his chest. He chuckles again, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me close to his chest. Eunwoo begins snapping his hips quicker into me, sucking lightly on my neck.

I can slowly feel myself getting worked up, racing towards my high. “Eunwoo...Eunwoo...I-I’m gonna come!” I moan, leaning against the table and squeezing my eyes shut. Eunwoo snaps his hips directly into my g-spot and I whine loudly.

“Come for me, babygirl,” he smirks. I let myself fall over the edge, moaning loudly. Eunwoo thrusts a few more times, then pulls out and I feel his cum splatter over my back. I pant softly, leaning my cheek against the cool table. Eunwoo takes a few moments to catch his breath, then he walks off.

“‘Woo?” I pout, looking over my shoulder. He chuckles lightly.

“Just over here, baby. Getting a tissue,” he tells me. I hum lightly, letting myself rest until he comes back.

When he comes back, Eunwoo wipes the cum off my back and helps clean me up. Once we’re both clean, we pull our clothes back on. Eunwoo checks to make sure that I’m ready before pushing the door back open and taking my hand in his. Calmly, he leads me back to the photo shoot studio. “You know...we’re gonna have to come up with an excuse as to why we were gone so long,” I point out. Eunwoo shrugs lightly, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“Leave that to me, baby.”

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Unfinished Business

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, oral sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so long, but I’ve read so many good fics in the fandom that it inspired me to give it another shot. So, enjoy some dominant, angry Angel Reyes 🤤

It had been well over a week since you had spent any real quality time with Angel. You understood why he was busy—between the club and his family he hadn’t had more than a few spare minutes here and there to text you, or stop in quickly on his way home to say goodnight before taking off again. You weren’t mad about it, but you weren’t happy about it either.

But things were finally starting to calm back down for him. And yet, he had yet to reach out and ask to come over, or ask you to come and see him. You were patient and understanding but you were also needy. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. You knew that everyone was going to be at the clubhouse tonight, a miniature celebration of making it through a stressful couple of weeks, and you were going to make a guest appearance.

You leafed through your closet, deciding on a low-cut black tank top and a tight dark green mini-skirt. Angel loved it because it matched his bike, and you liked it because Angel’s pupils would double in size every time he saw you wear it. You slipped on a pair of black Converse and set off to do your hair and makeup.

You rolled into the scrapyard before the guys were back, which was exactly what you were hoping for. You parked your car, grabbed your purse, and made your way over to the clubhouse. It was sunny and silent, a very different vibe than what it was going to be in a couple hours when everyone was back home and ready to decompress.

Chucky was the only one to be seen when you strode in. He smiled and waved to you, “Hey, Y/N. No one is back yet.”

You smiled, nodding, “I know. I just got here early to take care of a few things. Plus, I can help you set up! What do you need me to do?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “I can’t ask you to do that. Angel would—”

“Angel isn’t here, is he?” you cut him off with a smile, “So, how can I help you, Chucky?”

He shifted on his feet, trying to figure out how to navigate these waters, “I need to go and get a liquor delivery. Can you stay here and keep an eye on the clubhouse for me? I should be back in less than an hour.”

You nodded, “You got it. Go do what you gotta do, Chucky.”

He gave a single nod, “You are the real Angel.”

You laughed to yourself as you watched him walk out of the clubhouse. You loved all of the guys, of course, but there was something so enjoyable about every exchange you had with Chucky. You never wanted to see him leave.

You took advantage of Chucky’s absence to set your plan in motion. You slipped off to the bathroom. It was tight quarters, which was the thing you hated most about the clubhouse, but you could make it work. You locked the door and set your phone up to record yourself. You set the phone on the one shelf in the bathroom that held a couple extra rolls of toilet paper, and then perched yourself up on the sink counter, feet resting on the closed toilet lid, making sure the camera got just enough of an upward angle to see clearly up your skirt. You dug around in your purse for a moment, smiling evilly to yourself as your fingers landed on your small bullet vibrator. You tossed your purse to the floor and hit the self-timer on your phone to start recording.

The bathroom and clubhouse were both silent. You smirked into the camera before making a show of slowly hiking up your skirt, exposing the small piece of pink fabric that was passing for your underwear. You turned on the vibrator, the sound seeming so loud against the silence of the small room that you were in.

You lowered it, lightly tracing it over the outside of your panties, gasping at the initial contact. Your body instinctively moved to grind against the vibrator, letting out a low moan. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out for very long—you hadn’t been touched by Angel or yourself in ten days and your body was screaming for a little bit of release.

You turned the intensity up on the vibrator, letting out a raspy, “Fuck,” as your body began to tremble. Your panties darkened and dampened from your arousal, and it was taking every last bit of self-control to not let yourself come right then. You bit down hard on your lip, “Mmm,” you threw your head back, “fuck, Angel, I miss you.”

It had only been a couple minutes but you knew you were going to have to tap out. You looked straight into the camera as you pulled your panties to the side, “Too bad I’ll have to cum without you,” you slid the vibrator inside of you and moaned loudly.

What started off as a tease for Angel vey quickly turned into some overdue relief for yourself. Between the feeling of you pumped the vibrator in and out, and the vibrations themselves, it was only a matter of moments before your eyes were rolling back in anticipation of your orgasm. You fought the urge to scream as your core tightened, legs locking up as your body finally got a sweet sense of release. You felt light-headed as you turned the vibrator off, trying to catch your breath as you slowly pulled it out of you.

You looked back into the camera, repositioning your underwear and sliding the vibrator in and out of your mouth, tasting yourself. You leaned forward with a satisfied smirk, “I’ll see you soon, Amor,” stopping the video.

Before watching it and sending it, you wanted to straighten yourself out first. You hopped down, fixing your skirt and checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still okay. You washed off your vibrator, putting it back in your purse with a chuckle. You grabbed your phone and left the bathroom, no one would ever know you were in there.

You took a seat at the bar, and after a quick rewatch of the video to make sure he would be able to hear you, you set about sending a text to Angel. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, “Since you haven’t been around to take care of business, I had to do it myself xo” you attached the video and sent it on its way. Your whole body was trembling for more than one reason now as you anxiously awaited an answer.

About five minutes later your phone buzzed, a notification for a text from Angel appeared on your screen. Your hands shook as you opened it, wondering what you were getting yourself into, “Better make sure those panties are off by the time I get home if you want me to fucking take care of business”

You let out a shudder, but didn’t respond to him. It’d be more fun this way. In the meantime, Chucky returned and the two of you got the place set up for everyone’s return. There wasn’t a whole lot to be done, but between the two of them it all got finished rather quickly.

Another hour or so ticked by, and more people had filtered in to be part of the action once everyone was home again. The music was on and people were already drinking, but you were scrolling through your phone when you heard the deafening sounds of the whole club arriving back at the clubhouse. You tossed your phone in your purse, placing the bag behind the bar where it wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle. You stood up, straightening yourself out before the guys all walked in.

Everyone was all smiles as they crossed the threshold of the clubhouse. You greeted all of them with smiles and hugs. You had caught Angel lingering at the back of the pack and you were wondering if that was calculated or not.

You stepped over to him to give him a hug and a kiss, but didn’t even get the chance. He spun you around and began firmly guiding you across the expanse of the clubhouse, “Bathroom, now,” he growled. Your whole body felt like it was on fire just from those two words.

He pushed you into the small room, closing and locking the door behind the both of you. You laughed, “Not even a hello?”

“Yea, you think you’re real fuckin’ funny, don’t you?” he backed you up against the sink counter. He had at least a foot on you, a height gap you usually tried to close with heels. You craned your neck back to look him in the eye. His expression read as angry but you could see the look in his eyes—he had been fighting the urge to take you right in the middle of the clubhouse. His hand crept around your throat and he applied the slightest bit of pressure, “You think I can’t take care of you?”

Your knees were already weak, but you weren’t going to give in that easily, “You certainly haven’t been.”

His grip on your neck tightened, “Better watch that fuckin’ mouth, Y/N, it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“What’re you gonna do?” you smirked at him, loving every second of this game.

He let go of your neck, using both hands to yank your skirt up and heft you up onto the counter. The speed and ease with which he was able to toss you around never ceased to amaze you, and turn you on. His hands strayed down to your now-exposed hips. His fingers wrapped around the thin fabric of your underwear. “What’d I say about these?” he leaned in and growled into your ear.

Before you could respond he ripped them off, tossing them to the side, causing you to gasp. You reached for his belt but he grabbed your wrists, able to hold them both tightly with one hand. He leaned in, taking in your scent as his other hand cupped your face. The feeling of his beard against your neck made you break out in goosebumps. He kissed and sucked on your earlobe for a moment before asking, “You want me to take care of you, Princesa?”

You knew you were in for it when he started calling you that—that pet name was reserved for when you were being especially bratty. “Yes,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

Without another word he dropped to his knees, pulling you close to him by your hips. You braced yourself on the counter, whimpering in anticipation. His breath was warm against your thighs and core. You gripped his shoulders, pushing him into you. He let out what you assumed was a laugh as he pressed his tongue and lips against you. You moaned, nails digging into him as his tongue repeatedly went over your clit.

“Make me cum, Angel,” you begged.

He reached up, sliding two fingers into your mouth. You moaned, wetting them for him. He brought his hand back down, sliding his fingers in and out of you as his tongue continued to work you over. Your cries grew louder, and there was no doubt that the clubhouse was hearing you call his name, and Angel loved it. He slowly rose to his feet, still pumping his fingers into you. He pressed his lips hard onto yours, stifling your moans with a kiss for a moment before straying to your neck and leaving marks there for the rest of the world to see.

“Cum for me,” it was an order, and one that you were happy to oblige to. You gripped the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours in a heated kiss as you came.

“I love you, Angel,” you were trying to catch your breath still.

“Mmm, I love you too, Y/N, but we’re not done yet.”

“You said you wanted me to take care of business,” his hand was back at your throat, “We’re only halfway there. You still gotta pay up for that little stunt earlier, you know.”

He let go of your neck, guiding your hands to his belt buckle. You were still seated on the counter, hands shaky from everything you just experienced. You fumbled for a moment but were able to get the belt undone. You also undid the button and zipper on his jeans, nearly salivating as you tugged them down slightly. You lightly traced his erection through his boxers, causing him to gasp.

He pulled you off of the counter and spun you around so you were bent over it instead. He leaned close to your ear, “Enough teasing from you.”

You heard the sound of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor around his ankles. He lightly traced his fingers between your legs, your pussy still dripping. He let out a low chuckle as he lined himself up at your entrance. Your breathing wavered in anticipation. He slowly started to push into you, both of you letting out moans of pleasure.

He started thrusting into you slowly, pulling out almost all the way before filling you up again. You could hear him cursing under his breath about how good you felt, and it made your knees weak. The slow pace was torturous but you loved it.

Then, just as you were adjusting to the pace, he slammed into you. You yelped in surprise and he quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, applying pressure. “This is what you wanted, right?” he grunted as he continued fucking you over the counter, “Isn’t that right, Princesa? You wanted me to come home and take care of business?”

He let go of your throat and you coughed, trying to catch your breath. You were lightheaded from a mixture of the overstimulation of him fucking you and also the lack of blood that was getting to your brain while his hand was around your neck. Your hands gripped the edges of the counter as his fingertips dug into your hips, pulling you back against him over and over. His hold on you was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor.

He smacked your ass, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” it was half-whisper, half-moan.

“Fuck, Y/N,” his voice was raspy, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You felt his grip tighten even more as he continued to pound you. He let out a moan as he came inside you, making your knees finally give way. He was able to brace and keep you somewhat upright. He let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you, lifting you so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. You sank back against him with a shaky sigh.

“Is ten days too long, Y/N?” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was nod in response, earning another laugh from him. He spun you around and kissed you hard on the lips before letting go of you and pulling his pants back up. He slowly slid his hand up your thigh and between your legs, “Better clean yourself up, Amor. We still have a party to go to.”

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[thero0ks]

In This Life and In the Next

NSFW! Do not read unless you are 18+

Miche and Erwin smut ahead (you’ve been warned)

She wasn’t sure what came over her that day. Perhaps it was the near death experience breathing life into her once again. When the dust settled, and saw the look of fear on her comrades faces her feet started to move on their own accord. Miche gave her a curious look, and Hanji’s eyes shined with glee as she stepped forward to join her. Dancing wasn’t in either one of their job descriptions, but it quickly brought a smile to their faces. 

Erwin folded his arms with an amused expression. “There isn’t any music.” He stated bluntly.

“Sometimes you don’t need music.” Hanji replied, as her and Y/N linked arms spinning in a tight circle as delighted shrieks erupted from them. 

Nanaba shrugged, a smile spreading on her lips as she joined them. The stunned look on Moblit’s face as Hanji dipped him caused Y/N to burst into laughter. 

A small grin tugged at the corners of Levi’s lips until he caught Erwin’s knowing gaze. With a weak cough he stilled his face to the impassive expression he typically wore. 

“Oh Comanderrrrr!” Hanji’s sang, pulling him into a dance. Erwin was taken by surprise as his long legs scrambled to catch up to the brutal pace Hanji had set. 

*

**

Levi took a sip of his tea as the three recounted that day. “I’m happy you forced the Commander to dance.” Levi said with a sigh, “For once he didn’t look like he carried the weight of humanity.”

Y/N chuckled, “he even danced with me after Hanji had thrown him across the square.” 

Hanji gasped, “I did not throw him. I attempted to pull him back into me and he let go.” They stated with a laugh. 

“I only wish Miche had danced with you,” Levi said with a sigh. 

“He did,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just not then.”

*

**

She recounted those late nights in his office. The candles had burned low, and all the piles of paperwork were finally finished. Another date night passed by as Y/N waited patiently for him to finish. 

His back cracked when he finally stood up. With a glance out the window his face fell. “I did it again,” he said with a sigh. “Didn’t I?”

Y/N nodded, but offered him a soft smile. “It’s okay Miche.” 

“Let me make it up to you,” he said softly, as he tugged her out of her seat by their clasped hands. 

Placing his hand at the small of her back he drew her in. Softly swaying in the candlelight the creak of the wooden floorboards were the only sound in the room. Hair framed his face as he gazed down at her, eyes full of adoration, and Y/N found her craving this simple intimacy that a date night couldn’t create. 

Miche knew it was the little things that warmed her heart. He never stopped thinking of small ways to show he cared. Even with his death he’d left small pieces of himself behind in the form of handwritten letters in the event he met an untimely end. 

*

**

“Miche did that?” Hanji exclaimed. Surprise evident on her face. “Would you two have walked away from all this?” 

Y/N shook her head. “Not until we could live in a world free of titans. We’ve lost so many friends.” 

“Remember when Moblit thought you blew up the lab?” Levi asked, turning to Hanji, soliciting chuckles from the other two.

*

**

The boom could be heard at the training grounds. Levi and Y/N’s heads snapped at the sound. 

A figure covered in soot ran across the grounds, “Levi! Y/N! Come quick!” Moblit cried. “I think Hanji blew herself up!”

The three took off quickly, motioning for the cadets to follow. Erwin emerged from the castle at the sound of all the ruckus. “What’s going on?” He inquired, falling into step with them. 

“Shitty glasses blew up the lab.” Levi grumbled, shaking his head. 

“Dammit Hanji.” Erwin muttered under his breath.

When they finally arrived at the lab they saw Hanji emerge from the smoke, coughing profusely. “Hanji!” Y/N cried, stepping up to help them out of the debris. 

“I’m okay.” They wheezed, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air. 

The sound of ODM gear could be heard as Miche came into view. Cupping Y/N’s face his eyes ran over her inspecting her for injuries. “Are you okay?” He inquired, as Y/N nodded.

“I KNEW YOU WERE DATING!” Hanji cried. “Moblit my hypothesis was right!” They drawled on with a wild look in their eye. “I knew I heard you two getting it on last night!” 

Levi and Erwin’s head snapped to Y/N and Miche, who had the good sense to look embarrassed. “So that’s why I’m not seeing the pathetic longing stares.” Levi mused, folding his arms across his chest. “You two disgust me.” He added, turning to Erwin who rolled his eyes at Levi and Hanji’s antics.

*

**

“You really were perfect for each other.” Hanji said softly. “I always imagined you two having the cutest babies.” 

Y/N blushed, “we didn’t think this would be the life for kids.” 

Levi sighed, “you were both right on that.” The only true veterans left were Y/N, Hanji, and himself. The fear of how much longer their little group would stay intact brought fear straight to his heart. “Still it would have been nice to have a piece of Miche running around.” 

Y/N’s eyes weighed heavily at that statement. Levi knew she would have dwelled on the idea a lot, but he also knew she wouldn’t change that choice. It would have been selfish of her to bring a child into a life like this, and Miche and Y/N rarely acted on their own selfish desires. 

“Remember when Hanji got the Commander to play seven minutes in heaven?” Levi asked, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

“You mean when they forced us all to play?”

*

**

“We can’t let the cadets have all the fun!” Hanji exclaimed, pouring another glass of wine. 

“Aren’t we a little old for drinking games?” Miche asked pointedly.

Hanji waved him off, “it’ll be a fun bonding experience!” Grabbing a felt hat she thrust it out, “now everyone put something personal in it.” 

“Wait, that’s rigging it.” Y/N said, folding her arms across her chest. “You can just choose the item the person you want puts in. It’s not hard to guess an object by touch when you know what’s in there.” 

“You really want this to be random Y/N?” Levi inquired, taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass.

Y/N shrugs, “isn’t that how the game is played?” 

“Alright everyone close your eyes and I’ll get an item from each of you.” 

Hanji passed the hat around, and once all the items were in place everyone opened their eyes. “Moblit you draw first.” 

With a sigh he dug around in the hat bringing up an enamel pin that he couldn’t quite identify. “That’s my Titan pin!” Hanji beamed.

“Titan pin? That looks like hammered shit.” Levi stated bluntly. 

“I made it myself!” Hanji snapped back. Before pulling Moblit in the awaited closet. 

“Someone got a timer?” Miche asked, as Y/N flipped the hourglass over. 

“How far do you think Moblit’s gonna go?” Nanaba inquired, as Levi snorted.

“How far do you think Hanji is going to go?” 

Everyone laughed at Levi’s statement. “I bet Hanji doms hard.” Y/N added as a muffled ‘Yes section commander!’ Was squeaked out from the closet.

Erwin shook his head, “why on earth have you thought about that?”

Y/N shrugs, “I got a lot of time on my hands Commander.” Taking a sip of her wine she nodded at Levi, “that one has a brat kink.” 

Levi’s stare turned predatory, “mind your manners brat.” 

“Or what Levi?” Y/N inquired, smiling sweetly. 

Nanaba snickered at the Captain's cool expression, and her fellow squad members challenging stare. 

Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, “please tell me you have not made assumptions about everyone in this room.” 

Y/N shrugs, “the truth is often shocking Commander.” 

Miche laughs, “Erwin’s definitely got an authority kink.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen, “that’s exactly what I thought!”

Miche gave her a high five as Erwin shook his head pouring another glass of whiskey. The closet burst open as Nanaba yelled time. Moblit stumbled out hickeys all over his skin, and a proud Hanji following behind. 

“Moblit...you okay?” Y/N inquired as he looked at her with a dazed expression before nodding. He looked like he was on cloud nine. 

“Who’s next?” 

Miche reached into the hat pulling out a flower pendant. “Nanaba.” 

*

**

“How did that feel watching him go into the closet with Nanaba?” Levi inquired.

Y/N let out a sigh, gripping the ceramic teacup. “We weren’t together at that time,” she stated with a shrug. “It hurt like hell though.” 

Hanji sighed, “that’s the reason I made everyone play the damn game to begin with.” 

“What?” Y/N asked, sitting up straight at Hanji’s revelation. 

Hanji nodded, eyes focusing on a knot on the wood table. “I always wanted you and Miche to get together.” Her eyes flickered up, “whenever you were around each other it felt so natural. Like breathing.”

“Regardless, whatever happened in that closet with Erwin?” Levi inquired, with a tilt of his head. A blush bloomed on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What we heard was….spicey to say the least.” Hanji added. “Did you fuck the commander in seven minutes?”

Y/N laughed, “well since Erwin’s gone...I suppose I can reveal all the juicy details.”

*

**

The item felt cool and smooth in her hand. Y/N tried to focus on it, and not Nanaba who was currently in Miche’s lap. The color drained from her face when she pulled the medal out. 

“Commander!” Hanji cried, their jaw hanging wide open at the pairing. 

Y/N stood up, and the rush of butterflies danced in her stomach. Erwin set down his drink, and she felt his large palm on her shoulder. Leaning down his voice was low enough that only she could hear him, “by the way you’re trembling I’d say you like it when someone else is in control.” 

That statement went straight to her core, as he guided her into the closet. The door closed with a click. Before her eyes could adjust to the light Erwin’s hands were on her. “Do you want me to kiss you?” 

Y/N found herself nodding enthusiastically as Erwin’s breath fanned her ear. “I need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes Erwin.” 

“That’s Commander.” He corrected.

“Yes Commander.” She breathed as his lips latched on to her neck. He peppered kisses along her neck, turning her head he captured her lips. His kiss was demanding, and passionate. His hands were the only thing anchoring her to her body. 

“How much do you want?” 

Intoxicated on his kisses her mind could think of little else than him filling her. “All of it.” 

“I like hearing you needy.” Erwin mused biting the junction between her neck and shoulder. “I can fuck you like this, or I can fuck you against the wall.” Erwin nipped at her ear, as she let out a small whine. 

“Against the wall.” Y/N pleaded, before remembering to add, “please commander” at the end. 

“Strip.” Erwin demanded, and she made quick work getting undressed. 

The racket coming from the closet came as a shock to the group. “Are they…” Moblit trailed off. 

“Fucking?” Levi supplied, taking another drink.

“Maybe they’re just making out?” Nanaba offered. “Y/N seems like she could be an...enthusiastic lover.” 

Hanji burst out laughing, “she probably told Erwin to blow her back out.” 

Y/N had no idea how much time was left as Erwin thrust into her. The stone wall he had her pressed against felt cool against her back, and the angle he was driving into her had her seeing stars. “Fuck Erwin, I’m so close.” 

“Look at me when you cum.” He ordered, gripping her jaw firmly. His demand was enough to send her over he edge, “fuck Commander” she cried. By the look in his eyes he was close behind. With a few more thrusts he stilled in her. Letting her feet touch the floor he didn't let go of her until he knew she could stand. Tucking himself alway he quickly helped her get dressed. 

As soon as Erwin had straightened her clothes the door flew open, and they both went back to their seats not sparing the closet or Hanji a second glance. “Did you guys just?” Hanji inquired.

“What are you trying to imply, Hanji?” Erwin’s stern expression shut them up. 

“Nothing Sir.”

*

**

Hanji leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I knew it.” 

Y/N shrugged, “the only other person who knew was Miche.” 

Levi shook his head, “of course that bloodhound knew.” Taking another sip of his tea, “let me guess. Miche decided to mark his territory?” 

Hanji’s jaw dropped, “did he?” Gripping Y/N’s arm tightly they were excited at the prospect of new gossip.

“He did.”

*

**

Eventually the party died down, and Y/N found herself in the halls next to Miche. Leaning over her she heard him sniffing. “You smell like Erwin.” He hissed. 

“Nothing happened.” Y/N said tucking her hair behind her ear. 

Miche gave her an incredulous look, “I can’t even smell you.” Shaking his head his fists clenched, “you can’t lie to me about this.” 

Y/N folded her arms across her chest with embarrassment, “so what? We’re two consenting adults.” She said simply, “you looked cozy enough with Nanaba.” 

“We didn’t even!” As the words escaped Miche’s lips his eyes widened, and he went silent. 

“You didn’t have sex?” Y/N finished for him. “Let me guess she sucked your dick?” She inquired, with a knowing look. Miche ran his fingers through his hair formulating his next words. A habit that was typical for the tall man. He was never quick to choose words. They were always slow, and calculated. 

“It was just a game.” He said simply. “It didn’t mean anything.” 

Y/N gave him a slight nod, “exactly. It didn’t mean anything.”

*

**

“Wait so you didn’t get together that night?” Levi sat his teacup down with raised eyebrows. 

Y/N shook her head, “I wouldn’t have felt right jumping from Erwin to Miche that quickly.” 

“Or Miche hopping for Nanaba to you?” Levi added.

Y/N shrugged, “we knew after parting that night we both felt the same way. We wanted it to mean something when we actually decided to pursue a relationship.” 

“When did you actually hook up?” Hanji inquired, resting her cheek against her palm. 

A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she recounted the memory. 

*

**

“You wanted to see me Commander?” 

Erwin’s sharp gaze flickered up at her voice. Setting the pen down he leaned back in his chair. “Any potentials among the cadets?”

The chair squeaked as she took a seat in front of his oak desk. “A couple, but none that would get along well with Miche or Levi.” 

Erwin nodded thoughtfully, “perhaps I’ll give you a squad.” Shaking his head at the thought, “I’m sure Miche would be in my office first thing to complain.” Resting his elbows on his desk he seemed to be lost in thought. Y/N watched the wheels turning in his mind as silence filled the room. “I think another squad would be beneficial,” Erwin concluded. “There is something I need you to do for me,” he said standing up to grab a small packet of papers. Picking up his pen he made quick work of the forms. “Give these to Miche,” he said, handing them to her. The ink hadn’t even dried. “You’re officially a squad leader.” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “thank you Commander.” 

Erwin’s smile was genuine, “you’ll make a good leader.” He paused, debating whether or not to speak plainly. “If you could convince Miche not to storm my office that would be appreciated,” Erwin said with a chuckle. “He’s rather fond of you.” 

Blinking at Erwin’s statement Y/N wondered what exactly Erwin knew. Before she could ask Erwin chose to speak first. “Relationships between officers and their subordinates have always been frowned upon,” he began his tone delicate, treading lightly. “You are no longer a subordinate,” blue eyes held a hint of mirth in them. “You’re dismissed.” 

Before Y/N could respond he’d already turned his attention back to the mountains of paperwork. If she hadn’t been mistaken, Erwin had practically given her his blessing to pursue Miche. Tension in her shoulders eased. Thankfully their romp in the closet had not meant anything more then carnal desires to him as well. 

Leaving Erwin’s office she made her way down the hall to Miche’s. Lightly knocking on the door she heard Miche’s voice welcoming her in. Opening the door she found Miche squatting before the fireplace throwing another log on. Emerald eyes slid up her frame, and a pleased look came across his face at her presence. “Y/N, what can I do for you?” 

Thrusting the stack of papers into his hands she stuttered out, “the Commander has given me new orders.” 

Miche stood up stunned at her words, quickly flipping through them fury prickling under his skin. If this was Erwin’s way of getting closer to Y/N he was prepared to challenge his orders. “He’s given you a promotion?” Miche inquired, an attempt at keeping his voice even. 

“Yes, Erwin thinks we need a new squad,” Y/N explained wringing her hands. “There’s potential among the new recruits, but I don’t think you or Levi would care for them,” she explained. 

Sharp eyes observed her as she spoke. “He also mentioned that I could pursue a relationship with another officer this way,” bashful eyes flickered down as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 

Miche froze at her statement. “That will be very convenient for the two of you,” his jaw was clenched tight as he tried to contain the jealousy that boiled in his blood.  

Y/N’s head snapped up at his statement. “Miche, I was talking about you.” 

Miche’s eyebrows rose, “me?” 

“Erwin didn’t want you busting down his door over this,” Y/N explained. “He was giving us his blessing as our Commanding officer.” 

Miche took a step closer to her sparks at the tips of his fingers as he reached out to touch her. “You want this?” He inquired, his large hand cupping her cheek.

“Ever since I met you,” she confessed leaning into his touch. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her lips. Hands sliding down her body to lift her off the ground. 

Large hands gripped her thighs as he sat her on the edge of the desk. Groping the soft flesh his lips worked against hers. Fingers carded through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, and she took the opportunity to suck on it. This only made him more eager, leaning into her as she pulled him closer. His hands slid up to her hips pulling her against his thigh encouraging her to grind against him. A soft moan escaped her throat as she rutted against his leg. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. Dragging his lips against her neck she felt him trail kisses to the crook of her neck. A sharp pain had her arching into him as he bit down. Nails dug into his biceps as he soothed the bite mark with his tongue. 

“Fuck you’re intoxicating,” he said inhailing her scent. Reaching for her ODM straps she quickly started removing them, and he made quick work of his own. Tugging at her shirt for approval she grabbed it by the hem peeling it off. Miche groaned at the sight of her flesh. Soft and supple in all the right places. Calloused fingers traced the plains of her body. Shuttering under his touch she tugged at the hem of his shirt feeling vulnerable under his gaze. Pulling his shirt off he let it fall to the floor somewhere at his feet. Removing the fabric covering her breasts his eyes were eager to drink her in, greedy for anything she was willing to give him. Her soft hands traced his stomach muscles, lust filled eyes taking in his pecks eager to watch them move under his skin. 

Her breasts filled the palm of his hands. The weight feeling like heaven in his hands. A sharp inhale ignited a fire in him as he brushed his thumb against her nipple. Sensitive to his touch he captured one in his mouth as he rolled the other with his thumb. Her hands found purchase in his hair as needy whimpers escaped her lips. “Miche,” she pleaded, as he released her breast to pay attention to her other. He’d pushed her back against his desk as he continued his slow ministrations. Pulling soft pleas from her lips he felt her hips wiggle desperate to grind against him. “I’m going to make you feel good baby,” he said, kissing her navel. “Can you be a good girl and sit on my face?” 

(E/C) eyes opened wide, as she nodded eagerly. Helping her out of the rest of her clothes she straddled his face. Engulfed in her scent he was desperate to taste her. Gripping the junction of her hips and thighs he pulled down so she was seated on his face, as he desperately lapped at her clit. Her juices were sweet on his tongue with a refreshing aftertaste. 

Gripping the edge of the desk she rocked her hips chasing that high. “Shit Miche,” she said with a blissful sigh. Slipping his fingers into her he started working her over to accommodate him. When he started sucking on her bundle of nerves the stimulation became too much. Clamping around his fingers, her juices coated his face and he made sure to lick up as much as he could. 

“Let me make you feel good Miche,” she purred as she settled between his thighs. Sitting up with his back against the desk to get a better view she gave his velvety head a few strokes before sucking him between her lips. Throwing his head back at the sudden suction. Eager to watch her lips on his cock he brushed her hair into his hands softly guiding her further down his shaft. “Fuck Y/N, just like that.”

Humming against his shaft his grip tightened on her hair. Heady eyes focused on the hypnotic bob of her head. The occasional “pop” when he slipped out of her mouth driving him wild. Long fingers reached between her legs to toy with her folds as she sucked him off. “I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around me,” he breathed.

Releasing him she climbed onto his lap, so she was straddling his hips. “You ready,” he asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She nodded eagerly, “are you?” Giving her a deep kiss he murmured against her lips, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He confessed. 

“Me too,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. 

Grabbing his dick she guided him into her. She was tight as he felt him pressing into her entrance. “It’ll fit,” she assured, dragging him through her slick. “I like the stretch,” she said with a groan as she finally sank onto his length. His fingers dug into the fat of her ass as she adjusted to him. His forehead buried in the crook of her neck as he tried to focus on anything but cumming. 

Slowly she started to rock her hips finding the angle she craved. “Fuck you’re tight,” he grunted feeling her walls grip him. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. Watching her fingers slip down her body to her bundle of nerves. Pupils blown wide he took in the steady rock or her body, the bouncing of her breasts and the ecstasy that was painted on her face. “I like seeing you get yourself off on my cock.” 

He felt her throbbing on him as her orgasm shook through her body. Gripping her hips he started thrusting into her to fuck her through her orgasm. Her soft cries carrying him further to his own release. Pulling out he came over her thighs. He had her hips in an iron grip as he came down from his own high. Sitting her down on the floor her grabbed a towel to clean her up. 

Her shapely thighs were still shaking from her orgasm as he cleaned his seed from her. Carrying her to the bed that was attached to his office he laid them both down, pulling her on top of his chest. Running his fingers down her back they let a comfortable silence fall as they basked in each other’s presence. 

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Y/N made her way back up the stairs of the keep. Levi and Hanji had gone to bed a little while ago, and had left her to her own memories. Opening the door to the room she shared with Miche she’d expected to see him filling out paperwork at his desk, but found the room cold and empty with the ghost of his memory. 

Dragging her hand across the desk she hoped to bring that night back, but was disappointed to find herself alone. She thought back to what he told her.

“We’ll always find each other. In this life and in the next.”

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