𐔌 ᛝ ᴍɪɴᴀʙᴇᴀ .ᐟ 𐂯

|| 𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛.ᐟ𝐽𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑟 × 𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛.ᐟ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟||

Weird love || assassins || mentor x student || 1.4k words

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Jabber Wonger.

His name didn’t tell you anything the first time you heard it, and neither did his face the first time you met. You were told to keep an eye on him and show him the ropes. Since he wasn’t the first rookie put in your charge, you expected the usual.

Stress, Curiosity, Recklessness, Hidden ego, Attempted manipulation. You’d seen it all already.

No matter what path they took, everyone shared the same final destination—the one that occurred after getting humbled, remembering their place, and falling in line. All you needed to do was to remind them who you were.

You were neither childhood best friends living their dream nor a high school teacher and their passionate student. You were assassins.

That was no job your average Joe just decided to do after waking up. There was no opportunity for simply pouting and leaving; that would be too easy. By signing a contract, you put everything you possessed on that piece of paper, and nothing could cancel that.

If a single piece of information got out, and you would be gone. As they said, walls had ears.

Jabber didn’t particularly look like the kind of idiot who’d throw his life out the window; he had already done that. The grin he constantly wore said that he didn’t have anything else to lose. At this point, death could as well be the best outcome for a man of his kind.

“Do we stay in the same room since you gotta watch me 24/7?”

“Let’s hope you’re more discreet while working than with your words,” you replied without trying to hide your exasperation.

Jabber didn’t look fazed by your answer but instead sent his hands in his pockets and kept walking with his chin obnoxiously high. One thing was sure: you weren’t about to get bored by that one.

“Ouhhh, you’re already looking up to see me working?” he asked in one of the most irritable voices you’d ever heard. “Tell me, tell me, what do you think I'll do? Actually, what has Mr. Bigboss told you? My fighting style? My story? What I like? How I got here?”

You didn’t pay mind to his rambling and kept walking like you were alone. If you already allowed your blood to boil, he’d play with you by the end of the week. Ignorance was often the best pick.

But it wasn’t the one that time. Neither was it when you went to lock yourself in your room because your phone kept vibrating with notifications. It wasn’t the one the next morning either, when you were getting ready for your first task together.

Others passed by and gave you pitiful or mocking looks. That was something that usually came with the crazy new arrivals.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

You decided to speak up while you both entered the car that was supposed to take you to your destination, determined to find silence (or something close) during the ride.

Jabber’s eyes slid from your face to the rearview mirror, and yours directly followed. The driver averted his gaze as soon as he noticed and cleared his throat. “Just wanted to confirm the destination.”

You glanced over his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, that’s the right address.”

On your right, Jabber had turned his attention to the window. The action was unexpected, since he didn’t even answer you or reply with ten more questions and affirmations, but it was not unwelcome. You caught yourself glancing, then looking a little bit longer than what you’d intended to. If he chose to be silent, might as well make the most of it.

His traits were slightly more defined than what you’d expected. As his expression had flattened, you saw how naturally sharp his jawline appeared or how his eyebrows sat low over his eyes. You’d assumed he’d looked softer without his millions of piercings, but the effect was quite the opposite. Even without catching a glimpse of his eyes, he looked way more intimidating.

I’m ready to get this over with. His stance made it impossible to not read that.

Your eyes shifted to the window to see if you could read more from his gaze only to see that he had it glued on you.

You frowned at him and maintained eye contact. Even if he’d just made your heart take a leap in your chest, you couldn’t afford to look away. He was testing you, and you had planned on acing whatever test he had for you flawlessly.

Jabber pinched his fingers together, zipped his lips with a grin, and looked away. You, on the other hand, ended up failing the evaluation miserably since that dumb gesture succeeded in pulling a smirk from you.

Having him around was going to be fun.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You pushed through the doors with your palms hurting from how much you dug your nails into them. Some greeted you or asked how you felt as if the answer wasn’t clearly written on your face.

“Where is he?”

A finger pointed mindlessly towards the dining hall, so you followed their hint. You found the man you were searching for slumped over the counter.

“Woah, you look mad pissed! Already time for our debrief?”

Jabber’s words reached you easily, but you still forced a smile. The rush of adrenaline was making it hard to think straight. You wanted to grab him and slam his head against that marble counter just like you wanted to laugh it off and hand him over to someone else.

Your hands moved on their own, and grabbed the glass of whisky his fingers were wrapped around before flinging the drink in his face.

“Come with me.”

Conversations quieted down, only leaving Jabber’s grunt to resonate in the room. As you walked away, the low sound turned into a faint laugh. “Yes ma’am.”

You heard the clink of his jewellery from behind as he stood up and followed your steps. Silly whistles soon filled the silence between you, as if you hadn’t just humiliated him in front of a bunch of people.

You didn’t say anything, out of fear of losing the tiny amount of restraint you still had. You waited for you to be locked in the conference room to do that.

“Is this a game to you?”

Jabber slouched against the wall and yawned. “What do you mean? We did the job as we were told. What’s the deal?”

“What’s the deal?! I’ll tell you what’s the deal!” you snapped. “You don’t cover your face at all when anyone could step in and see you; you engage with passersby when you know damn well we shouldn’t; and you just disappear at the end while I’m handling the attention you brought onto us! That’s the fucking deal!”

Your heart was beating just as painfully fast as how each word left your mouth.

“You’re mad over that? Man, you should’ve just told me you wanted me close to ya.”

That was enough to cut the last thread of patience you were holding onto.

You curled your fingers in his collar and shoved him to the wall. All you wanted was to shove your fists into his face and wipe off the smug expression he was so attached to. Kick him, push him, bite him, throttle him. The rage was overflowing your body, heating your blood up and flooding your mind until you couldn’t think of anything else.

And he knew that.

You’d already seen Jabber smile—there wasn’t a single doubt about that—but never that hard. You could feel the acceleration of his heartbeat beneath your hands or how he was literally shaking like a leaf. “Come on, give it to me.”

Your superior’s words suddenly resurfaced.

“I’m certain you can handle him, even if he’s a little crazy. You’ve been mentoring new arrivals for a while, when we think about it. But let me warn you now, he has some… special tendencies. You could call him a masochist.”

Upon receiving the news, you simply agreed and paid it no mind. But that had led you to where you were now, pinning him to the wall and ready to smash your knuckles into his jaw.

With satisfaction, you watch his smirk falter when you let go off his top. “What? Too scared to throw a punch?” he asked, his voice still slightly trembling.

You scoffed and pushed your hair back. “What does it look like? I’m using my self-control.” Your reply lacked almost all of the sharpness it contained seconds ago.

“Fuck you mean self-control?! I don’t need that!”

You turned on your heels and unlocked the door. “Gonna see you tomorrow morning and we’ll head out again at night. Be on time.”

Your second test had been passed, even if it was barely.

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A/N 🌝

|| 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑧𝑎 𝑥 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓.ᐟ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ||

Fake enemies to lovers || chef x artisan || 2k words

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You jolted upwards to find that your room was already flooded with light.  

Even though your strong suits were lunch and dinnertime, you still liked taking care of breakfast when you could. The problem was that you had to wake up no later than the crack of dawn if you wished to satisfy everyone—including the early birds. 

You slid into your slippers to head for the kitchen. If luck was on your side, the sun had just chosen to rise earlier that day, and you still had enough time to cook something up quickly. 

“Oh, morning (y/n)!” 

Gris greeted you with his eyes glued on the omelette he was taking care of. Next to him, Tomme was swiftly slicing and grouping a bunch of different fruits.  

“Woah, that’s a little bit too quick to replace me, don’t you think?” You said while making your way to one of the stools. “Need any help?” 

A part of you was already itching to get to work, but the other only wanted to lie on the cold counter and watch your peers in action. You loved cooking—there was no doubt about that—but always ignoring the fatigue it gave you wasn’t easy.  

A few minutes after they assured you that everything was under control, you decided that taking a good shower would be a nice way to start the day. You could always come back later, after all.  

However, you were soon intercepted by Semiu.  

“First of all, Boss wants to see you. Second of all…” 

“Second of all…?” you repeated with a raised brow. 

You had to watch as her eyes scanned you up and down for some hot seconds to understand that she was referring to your attire. You were still wearing August’s uniform. 

“Listen—” 

“Let me guess. All of your clothes were musty as hell, so you absolutely had to turn to his clothes.”  

You didn’t manage to meet your friend’s eyes as you answered. “Well, I did have some clean ones, just nothing comfortable enough for sleep.” 

“Sure.” 

Since you had no reply to your friend’s comment, you took your frustration out on her magazine, grabbing it from her hands and slamming it on her desk.  

Semiu’s indifference was flagrant. She simply took her property back and smirked. “Look, my opinion is that it’s just a matter of time for y’all to start dating. He realises he can’t live without you, then you realise the same and then bam!” she explained while mimicking the process with her hands. “New couple.” 

You couldn’t help but wince at the thought. Everything sounded ridiculous, but Semiu still seemed to be having fun since she kept snickering. “Yeah, I’ll leave you and your madness alone. Did he tell you why he wants to see me?” 

She shrugged. “Probably the same thing as usual.” 

After a defeated sigh, you still thanked her for the message and headed for your room. Three people had already seen you in that outfit, so you needed to change before heading to the office. Additionally, you still had your towel in hand, since your prior desire was to hit the shower. 

“Well, well, well.” 

Your face immediately went flat as you heard Enjin’s voice.  

“(Y/n)?”  

Seeing that you were going to resume walking, the man grabbed the back of your jacket. 

“Enjin, not the time.” you said through gritted teeth, only with the thought of someone else popping out of thin air. 

You attempts to release yourself by slapping his were futile. Once one got off, another hand grabbed a different spot on your clothes.  

“Come on, let me get a good look!” he replied. “Does August know about this? I can let him know, if you want.” 

“You know I don’t!” 

Your bickering lasted for another minute before you went fully still. Just as you’d feared, someone was approaching. After quickly scanning your surroundings, you shoved your towel in Enjin’s hands. If you ducked down the hall, you could directly get to Corvus’s office.  

You landed a last jab on your friend’s arm before rushing away. 

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After catching your breath in front of the doors, you finally stepped in.  

“Good morning, boss! Semiu said you wanted to see me, so here I am!”  

Despite the exagerrated grin you gave him, you were still getting the chills.

In any other place, you saw your boss as any other cleaner. When you entered his office, however, things changed. There was something with the size of the room, or just his demeanour, that made you feel way smaller than what you were. It was a constant reminder of the difference in rank between you that made your hair stand on end. 

“Good morning. Aren’t you going to sit?” he asked since you were still standing close to the door. 

“No, no, haha. I left something on the stove, and I don’t want to forget it. I can stand… respectfully.” 

You threw away the first lie that came to your mind because you knew his intent. Nine times out of ten, when you were summoned, it was for the same reason: a forced day-off. A few weeks after you began working for him, Corvus dictated that you’d have to take a break every time you went overboard. 

You racked your brain for the moment when you’d done too much in the past days and almost cussed when it came.  

August’s midnight lunch. 

“Oh, that’s fine with me. It’s not going to last long, so stay assured.” 

Your eyebrows not-so-subtly arched. Usually, he’d take a good fifteen minutes before dropping the news. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t get caught this time and could avoid a forced break. 

Corvus noticed your reaction and couldn’t hold back his chuckle.  

“The reason why I called was to warn you about the arrival of some important guests. I assumed it would be good to advise you in advance to avoid unnecessary stress. They’ll be here…” You watched as he glanced at the paper between you. “Next weekend. Is that alright with you?” 

You happily nodded at all of his words. If there was something you loved, it was definitely showing off your cooking skills to strangers. It did no harm to the cleaners’ reputation and also allowed you to go over-the-top without being told that it was indeed over-the-top.

“Yes sir! Thank you, sir!” you replied before heading for the exit. 

“It’s a pleasure. Oh and another thing.” 

You turned around. 

“Day off.” 

Directly following your meeting, you gave up on the bathroom and walked to your room. Of course, he had waited for you to be on cloud nine before knocking you to six.  

You pulled a notebook out of your desk’s drawer and took a seat. While brainstorming for what you could prepare, your mind kept going back to his words and stupid smile.  

Knock knock knock! 

Before you could even stand up, your door flew open, and your towel was thrown at your face. 

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August’s day was following its normal routine until he crossed paths with Enjin, who apparently had urgent matters to deal with and needed a little service: taking your towel to your room.  

The artisan’s initial plan had been to simply drop it in the laundry room to complicate things for you, but Eisha opposed herself to the idea. So that’s how the siblings accepted the side quest.  

Following the towel tossing, he was ready to leave immediately, but his sister stopped him once again. 

“What againnn?” He grumbled, throwing his head back. 

“Didn’t you hear something? I think I did.” 

“Eishey, come on! Enjin just said she's at a meeting with Boss, and his meetings always last years. Check!” 

Confidently, he walked to your door and tried to open it once again but couldn't. A weight on the other side was keeping him out, although the handle was freely moving. 

“(Y/n)?” Eisha called, but without an answer in return. “Sorry if we’re—Auggie?!” 

On his side, August was still fighting. “If she isn’t going to answer, I’ll force my way in!” 

The thing was that August strongly believed he saw you the first time he opened the door. Two minutes ago, he had no interest in having a conversation with you. However, now that he was at the door, an important detail was saturating his mind.

What you were wearing seemed awfully familiar to him.

“I’m getting changed!” 

Everyone's eyes grew wide.

Eisha took advantage of her brother’s bewilderment to drag him away. “Come on, let’s go!” she whispered. “Sorry for bothering, (y/n)!” 

Despite her brother's complaints, the little sibling refused to have any of it. “Now that this is done, we should go back.” 

August rolled his eyes. “We could've seen her in my clothes.” 

“What?” 

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈ 

August stepped in the office with enough volume for himself and his sister. Corvus, who was already used to so much noise at early hours, simply smiled. “The Stilza siblings! To what do I owe this visit?”  

“She has a request!” August answered with finger guns in his sister's direction. 

Visibly, Eisha herself wasn’t aware of that since she stood there, unblinking and at a loss for words. Fortunately, a simple ahem from the man opposite them was enough to bring her back. “Uhm, we wanted to know if we could take a day off today. We know that—” 

“Of course.” 

The little nurse barely had time to take the answer in before August stood up immediately. “Alright, thank you, boss! Have a very very awesome day!” he dropped as he left the room. 

With August gone, Eisha assumed the conversation was over, but her boss chose otherwise. “Let August know that before heading out—because I assume that’s your motive—you’ll have to drag the other person on a break today with you. That's my only condition.” 

"Absolutely not.” 

You were about to shut the door in August’s face, but his foot was quicker than you.  

“Seriously? You’d do that to this poor, innocent, and adorable little girl?” he asked while pulling on Eisha’s cheeks. 

“Are you really using Eisha to blackmail me?” 

You tried to slump back into your chair, but he pulled it away, sending you crashing to the floor.  

“I definitely am.” 

For the second time that day, August allowed himself to leave the room without warning. There was no one else better at convincing you than his sister. Even the other cleaners had noted that you two could act more like siblings than the actual biological brothers and sisters did. 

When he thought about it, you did have a knack for easily bonding with others, and not just with Eisha. From the oldest to the youngest—all of them shared a decent relationship with you. One could think that was only natural, since you were co-workers. But with missions left and right, getting closer to others, especially when you weren't an attacker yourself, wasn't the easiest thing. 

Your weekly manhunt absolutely played a role in that, even if everyone complained about it.

Whether it was part of your plan or not, it remained a good way to grow closer. Yes, you exhausted a cleaner per week, but that also gave you time to learn more about each other: their habits, what they like, what makes them laugh, and more. 

That was definitely something he couldn't do. 

While heading to his motorcycle, August wondered—and not for the first time—what those moments would look like if you took him someday. 

Scenarios drew themselves in his mind one after the other. You’d probably fight. He’d probably make a mess. You’d probably show him the ropes while insulting him. You'd probably both end in the boss’s office once again. 

He smirked. 

You’d also probably not take him. 

“We’re here!” 

Eisha was the first to step out, and you followed in her footsteps. 

“No one is immune to mini-August’s charm!” he shouted with a smug grin.  

Your mouth twisted in a grimace. “Don’t insult her name like that.” 

You walked around the motorcycle, surely to get a look at the sidecar.

"Oh, I really don’t mind going in, if that's what you want,” Eisha stated.  

By the time both you and August opened your mouth, she was already inside, helmet on. 

When will cook & artisan chapter 2 come out?

|| 𝐽𝐽𝐾 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑚𝑖𝑑-𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 ||

ʏᴜᴊɪ ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ✰ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ✰ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ✰ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ✰ ʜɪʀᴏᴍɪ ʜɪɢᴜʀᴜᴍᴀ ✰ ᴛᴀᴋᴜᴍᴀ ɪɴᴏ ✰ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ YUJI ITADORI ۪ ֹ ᮫

Itadori first stood a few feet away from you. Was he or was he not supposed to wake you up?

After all, you had told him to do so if you drifted away. But seeing you slumped over the living room’s low table complicated everything.

“If I wake them up now, they’ll surely be super tired, and I’ll feel bad,” he thought, while walking in circles. “But if I don’t, they’ll chew my head off later, and I’ll feel bad too!”

Then, he yawned, and things simply cleared themselves.

As quietly as he could, Itadori set the table away. Luckily for him, you didn’t wake up.

Following that, he grabbed a blanket with a couple of pillows from the couch and comfortably set both of you on the carpet.

Slumber didn’t take long before taking him too.

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ۪ ֹ ᮫

Being the light sleeper that you were, you immediately jolted upward when Fushiguro's hand met your skin.

Work.

Your eyes took time to adapt in the dark room, but once they did, panic seized your heart. Before drifting to sleep, you were revisiting a couple of documents for an upcoming exam. At the moment, your desk was empty."

Hey babe, have you—"

"Hid it."

The words took time to settle in your brain.

"Huh? My docs and practically... everything I had?"

"Yes, now come on."

Despite your protestations, your boyfriend still dragged you to your bedroom. Behind every step you took, he wasn't far behind.

Stopping midway was useless since all he had to do was give a little push to get your exhausted self back on track. That, or tickle you.

"I think I'm old enough to find my own way to the bedroom," you let out while stepping into the dim room.

"All you have left is to become mature enough to recognise when you need to do that."

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ SATORU GOJO ۪ ֹ ᮫

Carries you to bed in bridal style cuz you're the goat.

"Yowai mo" type shi

Du bist gut genug. The end.

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ KENTO NANAMI ۪ ֹ ᮫

Your eyes fluttered open to your husband's hand on your forehead.

"You're hot," he simply said, flipping his hand one more time against your skin.

With difficulty, you left your desk for a stool at the kitchen counter. Nanami had insisted that you drink a hot cup of tea before wandering back to sleep.

No one disobeyed self-appointed Dr. Nanami's medical orders.

"Couldn't I just take a pill?" You asked after struggling to chug the bottom of the cup.

"There's no better medicine than ginger tea."

You rolled your eyes at his comment but still asked for a refill. You had just drank half of a cup anyway.

When you zoned out, Nanami's eyes stuck to your face. The darkness under your eyes was now blatant and selling out your bad habits.

Bringing the subject up was utterly useless, since you'd use coffee as an excuse or just the fact that you weren't sleepy during the day no matter how little sleep you had (lies).

All he could and would do was watch your back until you went back to a normal living style.

And to be fair, he wasn't in such a good position to argue.

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ TAKUMA INO ۪ ֹ ᮫

Ino leaned over your immobile frame with care. “Y/n? Baby, wake up.”

He kept his voice low so as not to startle you. However, seeing that you weren’t budging, your boyfriend resigned himself to a more physical approach.

His hand drifted to your forehead before brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Y/n…”

That time, your name came out less like a call but more like an homage. At moments where he could just freely stare at you, Ino couldn’t be happier. Especially that the scenery was helping.

Golden rays were spilling over your face and giving you an angelic look any man could kill to look at.

“Man, I’m one lucky guy,” he couldn’t help but let out loud.

At last, your eyes opened, and a grin drew itself on his lips. “Rise and shine.”

You smiled in return, unable to do anything else at the moment.

Since you were still a little groggy, all Ino had to do was take your hand and walk with you to your bedroom.

No argument, no complaint, just a tired partner who couldn’t wait to go back to sleep.

“We’re going to bed?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ HIROMI HIGURUMA ۪ ֹ ᮫

Higuruma first tried to wake you up by softly calling your name, but you didn’t shift one bit.

With a sigh, the man then took his coat off and settled it on your hunched shoulders.

Despite the lingering tension in his own neck and shoulders, he couldn’t help but clean up your workspace. Sheets, pencils scattered everywhere, and other utensils you probably used once and tossed aside—nothingescaped the defence attorney’s hands. In ten minutes, he was all done, and your eyes were still shut.

“Now, what do I do with you?” he asked, without expecting any answer.

The piano bench you were sitting on was just big enough to welcome a second pair of butts, so your husband invited himself.

Without really meaning to, he made himself comfortable and laid his head on the cold wood, facing you. A yawn left his mouth a second later, and then his eyelids seemed to weigh pounds.

“I should be waking you up,” he managed to mumble before a second yawn came out. “Too bad.”

And just like that, the man who’d always scold you for sleeping everywhere but in your bed joined you to sleep.

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ֹ  ⑅᜔  ׄ ݊ ݂ RYOMEN SUKUNA ۪ ֹ ᮫

Sukuna's cold grip on your arm was enough to startle you awake. "Get up."

There was no opportunity to simply ignore him, since your husband just pulled you to your feet.

"If you're so sick of our bed, I might as well burn it."

Sadly, you were still too groggy to deal with his provocation. It was no lie that the man could destroy your bed to shambles if he wanted , but you also both knew who had the capacity to complain for hours and hours. So, most of his threats just ended up fading away with the others. Not out of fear from his side, but prevention.

You plopped onto your bed with a sigh. "Gotta admit it, this is better."

Next to you, your husband smirked. "Of course it is, I chose it. Also, your posture earlier was..."

The words died in your husband's throat. You were already gone.

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﹙★﹚ 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ౨ৎ

|| 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑧𝑎 𝑥 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓.ᐟ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ||

Fake enemies to lovers || chef x artisan || 1.7k words

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As almost every evening, conversations and laughter filled the headquarters’ dining room. From a corner, you watched as chaotic events unfolded one after the other: Zanka forcefully being pulled in a game by his seniors, Guita triggering Dear’s wrath for the fifth time in an hour, Enjin getting in a fight for cheating, and so on.

By your side were the three supporters of the band. As was your habit, you wondered how you ended up again among the only remaining dovish people while being far from that status. Being all over the place wasn’t a challenge for you.

Truth was, the issue laid beneath the tasks you completed beforehand.

“Chef!”

You jolted upright at Enjin’s call, pulling out chuckles from the other cleaners. Needless to say, they took pleasure in picking on you while you were on the verge of slumber, one of the two moments where you wouldn’t bite their heads off. The second one was when you were in the middle of cooking.

Loyal to your title of the Cleaners’ official and only chef, you treated your work with utmost earnestness. During those periods, no spiteful comments or twisted expressions were able to shake you. Even if they did, all you had to do was to threaten the culprits by asking them to join you.

No one ever wanted to be in the kitchen with you, therefore, that did the job.

You weren’t anything close to being mean. Far from that, you warmly welcomed anyone who showed interest in your work. The problem was your bad habit of overworking. You were the kind of cook who spent countless hours in the kitchen while handling all kinds of meals. Sugary desserts for the sweet teeth, balanced plates for the ones overly mindful of their health, and every other sort of food one could think of.

So yes, perhaps their lack of motivation to join you was justified.

However, that didn’t mean they escaped it. Almost every single cleaner had already cooked with you. Once a week, you’d go man-fishing for a victim, hence the desertness of the corridors each Thursday. 

“I really don’t get how Rudo is alright while she’s the worn-out one here,” Zanka chipped in with his cards pressed on his chest, hidden from his ill-natured opponents.

He had a point. Habitually, the energy of your victim was just as low, or even lower than yours. Yet, the Spherite was comfortably sat next to Enjin’s group, watching their game with actual interest.

“How about you ask him?” you retorted with a pointed finger in his direction.

“Hey, don’t blame me! I told you that I don’t know anything about cooking!”

To the boy’s dismay, pairs of eyes turned to him.

You had invited him happily, knowing that he’d be less on his guard due to being a newcomer and therefore see no problem in following you. What you didn’t take into consideration was his complete lack of knowledge on everything concerning cooking. More than once, you’d been on the brink of tearing your hair out for “futile” matters such as him using five tablespoons of salt instead of teaspoons. 

“So? Enjin’s horrible too and can barely do plain rice without supervision, but I still manage!”

The man in question rolled his eyes at your comment. “Go on, act like I’m not even here.”

Your energy seemed to come back as you kept arguing, and soon enough, you imposed yourself among the cards group, not to anyone’s surprise. In order for you to not take a seat on the ground, Rudo left his place and headed towards the supporters.

“Did everyone really cook with her?” he asked while slumping onto the free spot. 

Gris nodded, remembering his suffering from a few weeks ago. “Well, almost everyone. She never abducted August.”

Rudo’s immediate shock was replaced with pure confusion. Gris’ words implied that you’d manage to capture the boss, the Arkha Corvus. If that was indeed the truth, then how did August escape the punishment?

“Are they… together or something?”

Tomme cackled, which only ticked Rudo off even more. What did everyone have with mocking him lately?

Just as she was about to speak up, Gris nudged her. The woman’s eyes followed his line of sight, towards the entrance.

You kept your gaze on the pack in your hands, even while knowing who had finally showed up: August Stilza. 

If there was a duo everyone knew never got along, it was definitely you two. You couldn’t name a single one of your conversations that didn’t end up heated. Insults, glares, sarcastic replies—that was all of it. To avoid reprimands from your boss, you two kept your distance as much as possible. And since August was too much of a moron to ever take the first step back, you were the one who had to do it. That is, after fighting back a little.

“SUP SUP SUPPPPP!!”

“Tsk.”

You didn’t look up to see if he heard your faint expression of exasperation, but even if he did, the others were quick enough to avoid an escalation of the situation. At roughly the same time, everyone simply greeted him back with just as much enthusiasm.

The round resumed until the new arrival finished filling his cup from the beverage dispenser . “By the way, does anyone know where my lunch box is? Teal with my name on it.” He mimicked its size with his hands.

Those who managed to hear the question shrugged. While some had seen it here and there, no one had a precise answer. No one aside from you.

You remembered picking a box out of the fridge to see its content and being appalled by the sight of some mould-invaded pasta. Seeing that the food looked nothing like anything you made in the previous days, your strongest guess was none other than August. 

Following that, you did what needed to be done and threw everything in the bin. Your excitement at the idea of throwing one of his belongings had been so big that you didn’t think of replacing it on the spot or at least asking everyone if they had abandoned a food container in the fridge. After all, you weren’t certain of anything.

As a consequence, you spent your last night trying to replicate the dish from memory and stuffing it in the lunch box.

Sure, maybe it could've belonged to the man you liked the least in the headquarters, but it could’ve also been an innocent’s (like his adorable little sister). If you ever ruined Eisha’s meal, you might as well crawl into a hole and pull it after you.

“It’s in the common room.”

You still hadn’t looked up at him, but you were now itching to because he didn’t reply to you at all. Not even a question concerning his food’s location moving from the kitchen to the common room. Surely, that a sort of game to make you appear as the weirder one.

You assumed that August gestured to his sister to follow him because instantly, she shuffled out of her seat and dashed for the hallway, apologising to the people who scooted out of the way to let her go.

“Did you poison it?” You shot a glare at Enjin across the table and his hands were quick to rise. “My bad.” 

With a sigh, you got up. The turn of events had just brought your drowsiness back. “I might as well just go to bed now. I’m exhausted.” 

The night you spent up, taking care of the rotten dish—or just your messed-up sleeping schedule in general—was finally getting to you and making each of your limbs feel ten times heavier than normal. You couldn’t run away from your bed anymore. “Good night guys,” you finally said while heading for the exit.

The fact that you still needed to change out of your clothes made you want to collapse. Did you even wash your pyjamas?

That was the wrong question to ask. Once in your room, you were greeted with a giant pile of dirty clothes with the mentioned piece of clothing at the very top. 

Being the ones who dealt with trash beasts on a daily basis, the attackers were the principal monopolisers of the laundry machines. That was unfortunately your procrastinating side's worst enemy. Each day turned into a “I’ll stand in line tomorrow”, and each tomorrow turned into a “I’ll stand in line tomorrow”. 

There you were, staring at the pile as if it had stabbed you in the back, which was stupid to think since it did way worse—it kept you from peacefully jumping onto your bed. You needed to start digging for a clean outfit that would stand as pyjamas for the night. 

You lazily walked to your closet and cringed at the first piece of clothing that caught your eye: an attire August had once dropped at your door. Knowing how much pride he took in people wearing his clothes, you always refused to do so in public.

But at that moment, you were barely managing to keep your eyes open. You spent your last drops of energy changing into the quite comfortable uniform and slipped into bed.  Thinking would have to wait for later.

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August slumped onto his swivel chair with a frown. 

What was your deal?

As soon as you’d told him where his lunch box was, he understood that something was off. When he rushed to take a look at his meal, everything seemed fine, until it didn’t. 

It had been around a week since he last touched that box. When he opened it, a revolting smell should’ve reached his nostrils, but it didn’t. Obviously, someone had replaced it. 

And who else but you would do such a thing?

Eisha watched the staring duel between her brother and his dish from the corner of the room. “It’s really kind of y/n to have replaced it, don’t you think?”

“No! No, no, no, it’s not!”

If anything, you were purposely messing with him. 

It had been a good while since he had stopped eating anything you cooked. Most of the time, he’d snitch a bite from the dishes other cleaners brought back from missions or just ask his grandmother to send some leftovers. But since that wasn’t enough, he’d generally end up eating what you prepared behind closed doors.

Despite himself, he couldn’t deny your cooking was amazing. If it weren’t for his ego on the line, he would even beg for more from day to day. You clearly merited your role of chef.

The artisan waited for his sibling to finally exit the room with a defeated sigh to finally start digging in.

|| 𝑀ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 ||

ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ✰ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ✰ sʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ✰ ᴇɪᴊɪʀᴏ ᴋɪʀɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ✰ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ᴋᴀᴍɪɴᴀʀɪ ✰ ʜᴀɴᴛᴀ sᴇʀᴏ

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ IZUKU MIDORIYA ۪ ֹ ᮫

Midoriya had been watching for the whole game. His clenched hands quivered in front of his face while his eyes flicked between the scoreboard and your face.

As soon as the whistle's last screech reached his ears, his head fell forward. His heart ached not only because you lost, but because this was your last time on the court.

As the captain of your team, you forced yourself to keep a strained smile. When the game ended, when you comforted your teammates, when you saw Midoriya in the hallway.

Yet, as soon as he spoke up, you couldn't keep it together.

"You were amazing."

Instinctively, he took you in his arms and you broke down. Feeling his hand rub your back only made you clutch the back of his shirt even harder.

You wished to say something. Crack a joke to ease the situation, but the words were all jammed in your throat. Instead, you kept sobbing on his shoulder and he didn't say anything, knowing that no compliments were able to stop you from hurting.

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ KATSUKI BAKUGO ۪ ֹ ᮫

You were walking out of the sports center's parking lot when two sharp honks startled you. As you turned, your eyes landed on a familiar car.

"How was the game?" Katsuki asked while you fastened your seatbelt.

"Good."

With the sharp answer you gave him, it didn't take long for him to do the math. It was your way of saying that you lost without crumbling, and he never pushed further than that.

A few minutes later, you stopped in front of a grocery store, which surprised you since Katsuki was the type to buy everything he needed during the weekend.

He got out without a word but, to your surprise once again, came to open your door.

Inside, the two of you didn't talk much. He picked various items and threw them in the basket in your hands. It took you a while to notice what he was doing.

Your favorite chips, favorite candies, favorite ice cream. Even the snacks he always refused to buy due to their price increasing each time you saw them.

At the checkout, he pulled your hood up and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"Can't believe it takes that for my boyfriend to show me some love," you said while walking out.

"Shut up before I keep all that shit for myself."

His reply was just as usual, but his tone, sharp yet gentle, sold his contentment out. You were no longer leaving him outside; your earphones were in your pocket, and you were giving him your usual cheeky grin.

Katsuki didn't mention your game for the rest of the evening. However, he let you scream your lungs out in his car to Bruno Mars, eat junk on his couch, and binge-watch an awful show for hours.

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ SHOTO TODOROKI ۪ ֹ ᮫

Shoto found you staring into the blue with your arms wrapped around your legs. When he made his way to you, you gave him a quick, embarrassed smile.

"The gap was small. You were really close."

"Close wasn't enough," you retorted with a sigh, getting up.

Instead of pushing further, he simply took your hand in his. He didn't always have the words you needed, and you were used to it after all.

"There's a park not so far from here. Want to walk a little?"

You nodded. It was a habit of yours to spend hours at the park when you were upset. Due to all sorts of occupations, you had given up on your little routine a long while ago.

You turned to look at his habitual peaceful face, bathed in the sunset's warm colors. "Thank you."

"It's the least I can do," he replied before giving your hand a little squeeze. "You were awesome. I mean it."

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ EIJIRO KIRISHIMA ۪ ֹ ᮫

You were sprawled on your bed when someone rang the doorbell. You opened the door to meet a Kirishima holding an average sized white box.

"Hey baby! What's up?" You moved aside to let him in.

"Never felt better."

You followed him to the kitchen, where he set the box on the counter and revealed a home-made cake.

"A cake for our star..." You read out loud.

The cake was messily decorated. A weirdly applied frosting, all sorts of doodles, a badly executed piping on the top of the cake.

Then, your gaze landed on the picture. You and your team grinning at the camera with W fingers. Crouched at the front, you held the golden cup with a triumphant look.

You covered your mouth, feeling your eyes getting watery all over again.

"Eijiro...Oh my gosh..."

He spread his arms out, letting you come closer until he was able to wrap his arms around you. "Mina did say you would tear up. Denki agreed but said it would be because of how ugly it is."

He chuckled. "You have no idea how proud I am of you. I know this surely doesn't matter to you now, but I'm for real."

"Do you know how many people would have given up earlier? School, work, friends and sports—you always found a way to balance it all."

The two of you remained silent for a moment, just like you were giving an opportunity for his words to sink in.

"You're even manlier than your own man. The audacity." Without notice, he scooped you up and spun you in the air while complaining about how much it "hurt" him to be the less manly one in the relationship.

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ DENKI KAMINARI ۪ ֹ ᮫

As soon as he spotted you, Kaminari sent his phone to his pocket and stood up.

"Heyyy, give me that, give me that."

But your grip on the straps of your bag didn't loosen even as he reached for them.

Not once did your eyes meet his since you arrived.

"I..." You let out a quick breath. "I..."

His hands reached to cup your face. You didn't notice how his gaze softened as he saw you cry, since yours was fixed on the bag in your hands.

Your chin shuddered. You couldn't bring yourself to say it, and he knew.

"I know, I watched the whole thing."

While rubbing your tears dry, Kaminari searched for the right thing to say. He couldn't say you would have it the next time. He couldn't say that you'd come back stronger. It was over.

"I'm so sorry babe," he whispered before leaving a kiss on your forehead. "You're the best."

You nodded with tight lips, which made him smile. He kissed you once again and took your hand.

"Come on, let's go. You deserve the best evening after this game."

The rest of your day was filled with laughter, horrible jokes, and kisses. For once, you didn't really mind your boyfriend's rambling.

The pain your loss left was still there, somewhere, but he made sure to not give you a single second to think about it.

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ HANTA SERO ۪ ֹ ᮫

Sero's concern kept growing as he saw every single member of your team except you. "I think she's still in the changing room," the last one told him.

A few minutes of searching later, he found you weeping on the ground, head on your knees.

He didn't need to ask; Sero sat next to you and pulled your head to his chest.

"We lost Hanta... and it's my fault." Your fingers dug deep in his hoodie while you forced the words to come out.

"If I didn't mess up, we'd... we'd win...we were so close. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fucking fault. If only..." Your voice seemed to die every time you repeated it.

He didn't reply immediately. When he did, it wasn't what you expected.

"You know, there were two girls next to me. High schoolers, I guess. They were absolutely insane for you. I swear every time you scored, their screams kept getting louder. 'GO Y/N!!! YOU CAN DO IT!! LET'S GO!! YASSSSSS!!' Almost lost my hearing mid-game."

"Even when the game ended, they were the only thing I could hear. 'YOU WERE AWESOME!! WE LOVE YOU!!' Like damn, why were they louder than me, your boyfriend?"

You snorted at his mimicking of their screaming voices. He couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"All that to say...yes, you lost, but that didn't change much for so many. I mean, you chased your dream for years, and now you're part of someone's dream."

"Yes, you messed up here and there. Everyone does, so what? I'm still the happiest man on Earth because I'm dating an amazing athlete AND someone people can look up to. Plus you're hot."

You giggled as Sero suddenly shook you. "You're. Fucking. Badass."

It didn't take long before you both got up. On your way to the exit, you fell on Sero's seat neighbours who were, just as he mentioned, loud as ever.

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﹙★﹚ 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠

𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 ౨ৎ

|| 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.ᐟ𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑠𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 ||

fluff || obsessive love || artist x muse || normal world au || 1.7k words

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Tamsy always saw you as more than just a lover; you were his muse. You were unique and fascinating in your own way, which was exactly what kept him interested. Whether it was when you burst into laughter, bawled your eyes out, or squirmed beneath his hold, you never failed to captivate him. You were present in his paintings, living in his sculptures, hanging on his walls, and abiding a little bit everywhere on top of his furniture.

Being his everything, you obviously had to be everywhere.

Unlike what most of your acquaintances thought, you didn't see it all just as an expression of his obsession. Sure, you did feel disrobed under those meticulous eyes of his, but more importantly, you felt cherished.

Perhaps your friends happened to be right, and you needed to take a step back. However, finding another man who could bathe you with the same amount of adoration was nearly impossible; there was none like him.

Tamsy entered your life and filled a hole you had never considered. Leaving him meant leaving the only man who treated you with as much care as a butcher with his most-liked knife, and that wasn’t something you wanted.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You knocked twice at the door before stepping in.

To your surprise, the interior was cleaner than the previous time you came. Contrary to his neat appearance, Tamsy was one of the messiest people you knew once he began to create. In normal circumstances, you’d enter to see smeared walls and scattered brushes on the floor, but that time, almost nothing.

“Tamsy?”

You then glanced at the darkened sink and smiled. Of course, that remained the same.

Noise rose behind his workshop’s door.

“Hey honey!”

Tamsy didn’t step forward to take you in his arms, since he was still in his working attire: a loose, long-sleeved shirt and slack pants. It had taken days for you to convince your lover to choose an outfit he could wear when crafting. Before you did, he liked picking his clothes haphazardly, which eventually led to ruining each one of them.

His attention was drawn towards the bag in your hands. “What's in there?”

“Have you eaten yet?” you replied, setting it on the counter.

You didn’t wait for an answer to take out the food containers. If making a mess and ruining his clothes weren’t enough, Tamsy also had the bad habit of skipping meals when he worked on a project. For him, one hour could turn into five, as it could turn into ten.

Behind that apprehensible reason, he also enjoyed having you pay him a visit at frequent intervals. Every time you scolded him, made worried comments about his health, and forced him to take a break only made him want to sink deeper into his lame pattern.

“You didn't need to bring all that,” he said with a smile. “Getting in trouble by my fault is the last thing I would wish for you, you know that.”

His hand found yours, then gently lifted it to his lips. You didn’t let him go any further and chased him to go clean himself up first.

When he left, you suddenly became unable to stay still, so you took the opportunity to set the table. You worked covered with the sunset’s rays slipping between the sheer curtains, shoulders slightly tensed for a reason you ignored.

Tamsy came back to see you filling the place with soft hums while going over one of his books. You were too far gone in your reading to notice his staring, and that was for his better. The man stood there, bewitched by the sight.

The person he loved, the person he dedicated most of his art to. There you were, on his couch, just like you always belonged there—just like you always belonged to him.

He frowned at the thought. You didn’t belong to him, and you never would. Considering you as a potential possession felt like removing something from you. He didn’t understand why, and didn’t try to. Tamsy wanted you to be his, but not if that meant he would have to steal.

A couple of minutes passed, and he finally joined you to get his hair dried.

He took place next to you on the couch, so you stood to head behind him. As usual, it took longer than you expected. You braided and unbraided, parted, brushed it with your fingers, and tried multiple silly hairstyles. During that time, your sweetheart stood still, eyes closed.

The following moments went on calmly. You had dinner together, where Tamsy listened to you jabbering about your day, then you moved to the kitchen to do the dishes, where it was his turn to ramble.

Around nine in the evening, you made your way to the door, ready to head back home. Due to your parents’ severity and strange need to marry you to a “real” man—which was far from the status of an artist—you couldn’t make your relationship official.

So, every day you visited him, you were compelled to leave in order to not raise anyone’s suspicions. That was an agreement you both came to accept.

However, that day, Tamsy didn’t let you go once he kissed you goodbye. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders just as you were about to cross the entrance, forcing you to halt.

“Stay for the night.” He spoke while being buried in the crook of your neck, which tickled you.

His quiet plea was like a trap closing itself around your foot. Tamsy knew how to get to you—he was doing that at the very moment.

“I thought that you didn’t want me to get in trouble.”

His grasp just tightened, letting you know that he wasn’t about to give up any sooner and making your thoughts go hazy.

What if you did stay? What was the worst thing that could happen? All you had to do was to come up with an excuse clever enough to fool your folks.

“You make me selfish.”

Guilt and doubt kept battling in your head while you stood still. Lying wasn’t something you adored, but the one who stood behind you kept making you trip in your thoughts.

“Please.”

That was enough to ultimately make you fall for his guile. With a sigh, you detached Tamsy’s coiled arms from you and pivoted on your heels. A lighthearted grin took over his face, just like he knew that you'd pick that option either way.

His hand reached to brush something on your cheek. “An eyelash.”

The simple act made your chest tighten. When you faced him, he felt awfully too close for your own good. You wished to stack all your shame in, knowing that it downright pleased him, but his touch lingered. His fingers moved from your cheek to the back of your ear, then to your chin.

Without uttering a single word, he leaned closer, to which you answered by closing your eyes and waiting.

You waited. And waited. And waited.

When you opened your eyes, his face was hovering a few inches away from you with a broad smile. “Waiting for something?”

You pushed him away, feeling your ears turn impossibly hot. “God, I hate you.”

Seeing that you were heading for the door handle out of embarrassment, Tamsy took hold of your hand and flipped you around. “Come on, don't be like that.”

You didn't get the opportunity to talk back before he closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was slow and tender, just like he was apologizing for the past teasing (although that didn’t guarantee that he regretted any part of it).

Even though you had already gone further with him, mundane things such as the feeling of his lips on yours, his smell, or the sound of his breath filling the room never failed to make your heart thunder. That was the reality you had no other choice but to endure while being with Tamsy Caines.

The look you were given once he pulled away forced your stomach to drop. A gaze filled with hunger you were uncertain of being able to satiate. One filled with the hunger of a man who would consume every single bit and drop of you if he could.

You almost wished to step back.

Behind all your feelings lingered a tiny, microscopic ball of fear. ’What if he ended up taking too much?’ it repeated. ‘What if you were stepping onto a path of no return? Then what?’

You caressed Tamsy’s face with a shaky hand, and during a mere instant, you could swear you noticed his pupils dilate. The sight of him leaning into your touch melted you, sweeping away part of the piling pieces of negative thoughts.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?” you asked, but a smile made its way to your lips.

For months, you kept searching for the key of the solution to cure the growing discomfort in you, but the answer was right in front of you. Tall, blonde, pretty lashes, tan eyes, a honeyed voice, and a chin piercing you were madly in love with.

All you needed to do was to let yourself be in his arms. Allow yourself to be his, without any restraint.

Even if it was just for that night.

For Tamsy, the night couldn't have taken a better route. You moved to his bedroom, where he made sure to devote all of his attention to you, his lover. He showed regard to the way your spine curved, the sound of his name leaving your lips, how your breath hitched every time his fingers met your skin.

And most importantly, the heartfelt laugh you gave him following small awkward moments. That drove him insane and only renewed his desire to please you.

No matter from what angle he looked from, you remained a sight for sore eyes.

His beautiful muse.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You were staring at the ceiling when Tamsy flipped onto his belly. With a grin plastered on his face, he let his fingers walk on your bare skin.

It had been a few minutes since you two were dwelling in the room’s silence. Slumber was chasing you by leaps and bounds, but you persisted to stay awake, determined to speak up one last time.

“Tamsy?”

Your eyes met.

“Thank you.”

He dropped closer to you and let his arm rest on you, beneath the covers.

“Always.”

❤︎・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・❤︎

𐔌 ﹒ ❝ lovers together

An eater, I need her. ❞ ﹒ ノ