#I’m so proud of all your accomplishments this year — and I just can’t wait to see what you do in the next.

[hotchfiles]

— help me hold onto you • aaron hotchner

fem!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, a bit of angst.

he knew he would be in trouble whenever he turned those keys. what he wasn’t expecting was how big the trouble would be. he had no idea he would open the door to three bags full of clothes and other things he left at your place as the months passed, waiting for him.

“darling? what–what are these?” he asks even though he knows the answer, hoping you want to at least talk about it before making any harsh decisions. you’ve been in a relationship for almost a year now and it works. it always worked.

normally you wouldn’t drink before an argument, still when he gets to the kitchen he sees you calmly sipping on a tall glass of wine, fingers tapping on the table, hair up, face clean but red, you were in your pajamas already, nothing like you probably looked hours before.

“what’s the only thing i asked of you, aaron?” you don’t move, don’t glance up at him, eyes focused solely on how the purplish red liquid moved in your glass, taking a big sip right after.

aaron sighs in frustration, he didn’t want this to become a fight. he was so tired. “i know, i’m sorry–”

“answer the question, please.”

“don’t make promises i can’t keep.” he takes his tie off quickly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric surrounding his neck. that’s why your relationship worked, you knew he was busy and his schedule was unpredictable, so very early on you accepted it as it was, saying you wouldn’t be mad at him as long as he didn’t break any promises. if you’re not sure, don’t promise me you will be able to make it.

first months he wouldn’t promise you anything, too afraid to break it, to disappoint you.

he watches as you take the wine in a mouthful and refills the glass, the bottle now empty and starts getting frustrated, you’re a loud drunk and you’re surely already getting tipsy.

this was the first time he slipped up, it didn’t need to be such a big deal, it didn’t avail to having his things right at the door as if he was getting kicked out. all the other times he promised he could take time off, he did it. just–teens were getting kidnapped, the team needed him.

“we saved two girls today.” low blow. but it was true, he wasn’t back in time because of that, he got on the jet instead of staying back to do that. to save two thirteen year old girls. not some futile reason. it had to count for something.

“i’m proud of you for that, aaron. are you proud of me? for the promotion we were supposed to celebrate with my boss? or are our accomplishments only worth it when it’s about saving someone?” you raise your voice only slightly, the alcohol from the sweet wine getting to you slowly and then all at once.

you always tried your best to keep your voice down when arguing with him, simply because he never raised his, and it could be an endearing feature if it didn’t look like he did it to look like the rational one, the right one.

“that’s not what i said–”

“i know what you said. you want to make the fact you let me down okay because you did a wonderful thing someplace else. that’s not how it works.” you open the second bottle of wine of the night, feeling his eyes on your back. “i want you to leave.”

“you know this is ridiculous, you’re acting like a child.” sore spot. you were a few years younger and that had never been a problem. but he couldn’t go back now, he could see the anger darkening your eyes, your knuckles turning white by the strength you’re using to grip on the edge of the table.

“how am i a child?” you begin slowly and keeping your voice down, you get up finally from the chair you had been sitting, facing him directly, his instincts make him try to touch your arms, but you dodge it quickly. “we had an agreement. you broke it. am i a child for not giving you permission to hurt me again?”

he knows you’re about to snap, your chest coming up and down in rapid breaths, and he doesn’t feel particularly in the right, he knows he screwed up and he’s sorry, but your reaction is out of proportion to him, an exaggeration made to make him feel more guilty than he already does. “i said you’re acting like a child. the one time things don’t go your way and you’re packing me out?” aaron almost feels the sharpness of a slap but he’s quick enough to grab your wrist. “see? proving my point.”

“how many times do i have to accept you screwing up so i can be seen as mature?” you yank your arm out of his grip and go back to your drink, “same times as haley? how many times did she forgive you so you could go around and do it all again?”

lower blow.

hotch feels it right in his core and he’s angry at you for bringing up but more so angry at himself because you were right. still, it is anger nonetheless that guides his next actions, quickly and firmly walking up to you, caging you against the table in sudden movements.

your breath hitches from the surprise, and your attempt to move is stopped by his roughed hands on your chin, firm but never close to hurting. “i’m not leaving.” you wince, not in fear of him, but of how easy he can make your mind go blank when he’s that close.

his eyes go from your eyes to your lips, he notices your failed attempt to conceal the way you licked your lips, he glances at your chest, heavy breathing under your thin pajama shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric.

damn you for choosing wine.

hotch reads your mind almost, but his smirk doesn’t last too long displayed on his lips, your hands pulling him by the neck, a low groan followed by a “fuck this” leaving your wine tasting lips just mere seconds before gluing to his.

eager to get your forgiveness, he is quick to follow your lead, both hands sneaking under your clothes, one down the waistband of your shorts, grabbing hard on the flesh of your ass, the other drawing soft circles on your nipple.

you melt into the kiss, his lips, his hands, his scent, him. and you have no time to feel bad about it, pulled up to sit on the table, legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is against your wetness.

a pained whimper leaves his lips when you use the new position to grind onto him, needing something, anything against your clit at this point.

aaron sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to get your full attention, earning a loud moan in response, his hands travel your thighs and you pull his shirt out his pants so you can feel his skin under your fingertips, not bothering to unbutton them and working with what you got under it.

his lips travel your neck and your collarbone, “i love you, so, so much”. his declaration comes in between kisses and the sucking of your skin, “please don’t make me leave after this.” it comes in a whisper now, but he doesn’t stop, pushing your shorts down and sliding it down till it drops to the floor with your help.

“just shut up and take your pants off.”

“you know i can only do one of those.” it makes you laugh and you sink your nails to the bit of fat on his side, the tiniest bit of annoyance at how easy he had you in the palm of his hand and how he didn’t even seem to know it truly.

on the edge of the table sliding his hard cock into your folds was an easy feat, pants, shoes and his boxers long gone, his socks stayed on almost making him lose balance as he feels just how wet you are. he drops his head, forehead on your shoulder

“fuck—oh my god, you are so wet, you’re always so wet for me.” it isn’t arrogant, it’s appreciative almost, you move his head so you can look at him, hot, sweaty already, cheeks so red as his eyes were glassy, the mix of lust and love and regret clear in his dark caramel irises.

you kiss him once more, sweet, forgiving and he takes this as his sign to continue, pushing you down the table, hotch holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. you enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.

lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by aaron’s calloused fingers. you arch your back and moan loudly, “fuck, yes, and move.”

it feels like an order and for hotch it is one, he is delighted to oblige, maintaining the same finger moves on your clit and beginning to fuck your pussy, strong, firm and precise at first.

“honey, fuck—please…” his begging is meant to warn you that if you keep clenching around him he won’t be able to control himself, you almost don’t listen, fingers working on your own nipples enjoying the high he is always able to get you in.

“aaron—i’m… fuck, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

the praising, the guidance, the reassurance, it makes the moans leaving his lips seem like whining, he enjoys it too much.

“yeah? like this?” the way your hands try to grab him is enough answer to him, along with how tight your pussy is throbbing against him, you’re almost there, he can feel it.

his movements on your clit get sloppier, the sight and sound of your wetness against his digits making him go insane. your back arches once more and your whole body begin to squirm, the tight coil in your lower belly finally ripping, “yes, fuck—“ you’re breathless, weak, but you still have it in you to edge him in, “aaron, baby, cum for me, please.”

he would be crazy to do anything but, so quickly you ask him and his hands are hoisting both your legs over his shoulders, getting a new, deeper position, it doesn’t take long for you to feel him filling you up, “i can’t live without you, you’re so, so good for me” his lasts broken words before letting himself go.

you don’t move and neither does he, his dick softening inside you, his hands caging you in the table and his head dropped to his chest, both just trying to recover.

“aaron?”

“yes, sweetheart?”

“you can stay.” he looks at you with nothing but love and happiness and gratitude, “but if you screw up again do not try fucking me into forgiving you, i’ll chop your dick off.”

“you like it too much to do that.” his grin is sincere, feeling finally free to joke around you, he gets out of you and you whine at the loss. “see?”

“bite me.”

“gladly.”

#lari writes sometimes #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut

[pucksandpower]

Ruin the Friendship

Max Verstappen x best friend!Reader

Summary: you and Max refuse to confess your feelings for each other in fear of ruining your friendship. Naturally, Max chooses to ruin every date with another man you go on instead

You can’t remember a time when Max Verstappen wasn’t your best friend.

The two of you grew up together, playing in the streets of Hasselt since before you could walk. Your parents joke that you learned to crawl just so you could keep up with him.

As you got older, your friendship only grew stronger. You were inseparable, there for each other through all the ups and downs of childhood and adolescence. When Max’s karting career took off, you were his biggest supporter, traveling all over Europe on weekends whenever you could to cheer him on at races.

After he moved to Monaco when he joined Red Bull, Max begged you to come with him. “I can’t do this without my best friend by my side,” he said. You didn’t hesitate — there was nowhere you would rather be than with Max.

Now you live together in his apartment in Monte Carlo. Mornings are spent on his balcony overlooking the glistening Mediterranean, drinking coffee and chatting about everything and nothing. Evenings are filled with video games, movies, and dreams of the future.

You know everything about each other, from favorite foods to secret fears. You trust Max more than anyone else in the world. He’s your person, the other half of your soul. Sometimes you think you love him as more than a friend, but you’d never risk what you have. If you lost Max, you’d lose yourself.

Today is like any other day. Max is sitting next to you on the couch, focused intently on crushing you in Mario Kart. You’re trying your best, but he’s just too good.

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist in the air as he wins yet again. “Too easy!”

You roll your eyes and shove him playfully. “Whatever, I let you win.”

He laughs. “Sure you did.” His smile makes your heart skip a beat.

You’re about to suggest another round when Max’s phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table. “It’s Christian,” he says. “Probably wants to go over strategy for the race this weekend. I better take this.”

“No problem.” You stretch your arms over your head. “I’ll make us some lunch while you talk to him.”

Max answers the call as he makes his way out to the balcony. Through the glass door you see him pacing, one hand waving animatedly as he talks. You smile and head to the kitchen.

As you rummage through the fridge, you think about the race this weekend. You couldn’t be more proud of Max and everything he’s accomplished. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t worry every time he got into that car. Still, you know racing makes him happier than anything else in the world. And his happiness is what matters most to you.

You find the ingredients for Max’s favorite sandwich — nutella and banana. As you start spreading nutella on slices of bread, you hear Max call your name from the next room.

“Y/N! Come here, I need your opinion on something!”

You poke your head out of the kitchen. “Can it wait? I’m making lunch!”

“No, it’s urgent! Just come here!” He’s smiling like he has a secret.

You laugh, wiping your nutella-covered hands on a towel. “Alright, I’m coming!”

You make your way out to the balcony, wondering what Max wants your opinion on. With him, it could be anything.

“Ok, what’s up?” You ask.

Max grins and takes your hand, his eyes twinkling. “How would you feel about being my date to the FIA Gala this year?”

You stare at Max, stunned. “Your … your date? To the FIA Gala?”

He nods, still grinning. “Yeah! It’s next month in Baku. I could really use my best friend by my side for moral support on the big Red Carpet.”

Your mind is reeling. The FIA Gala is the biggest formal event of the Formula 1 season. All the top drivers and teams come dressed to the nines to celebrate the end of the championship. Rumors always swirl about who will bring the hottest date.

And Max wants you to be his.

“Are … are you sure?” You stammer. “Wouldn’t you rather bring a model or something?”

Max scoffs. “Please. You know I hate those stuffy events. But with you there cracking jokes and making fun of everybody with me, it might actually be fun for once!”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of being on Max’s arm. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?”

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist. “This is going to be epic. I’ll have my team sort all the details. All you have to do is show up looking gorgeous.” He winks.

You blush slightly. “I think I can manage that.”

Over the next few weeks, Max’s stylist comes by the apartment for dress fittings. You settle on a couture emerald gown with a daring slit up the leg. The perfect blend of classy and sexy.

Max lets out a low whistle when you emerge from your suite the night of the gala. “You look incredible,” he says, staring at you in awe.

You smooth down the front of your dress self-consciously. “So do you.” Max cuts a sharp figure in his black tuxedo.

He offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

Your stomach flutters as you take it. You still can’t believe you’re Max’s date tonight. Part of you wishes it were real instead of just for show.

As predicted, jaws drop when you walk the red carpet on Max’s arm. Cameras flash furiously around you.

“They’re gonna think you’re my new girlfriend,” Max murmurs in your ear.

You laugh. “Let them think what they want.” But secretly, you wish the rumors were true.

The night flies by in a blur of champagne, dancing, and laughter. You and Max stay by each other’s side the whole time, laughing and judging everyone’s outfits. It’s the most fun you’ve had in ages.

On the ride back to the hotel, Max rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You kiss the top of his head. “That’s what best friends are for.”

But as you fall asleep that night, you can’t help but wonder if Max will ever see you as more than just his best friend.

***

Not long after coming back home, you’re getting ready for your first date since the FIA Gala. After seeing you all dressed up with Max, your friend Julian finally got the nerve to ask you out. You said yes, partly to stop constantly pining for Max.

You’re meeting Julian for dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, Max lounges on your bed.

“I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Julian,” Max says, scowling. “That guy is so boring.”

You toss a pillow at him. “Stop it, he’s cute! I think it’ll be fun.”

Max catches the pillow and frowns. “What if I took you somewhere way better tonight instead?”

You pause your makeup application. “Wait, like a date?”

“What? No!” Max avoids your eyes. “Just as friends.”

You feel a twinge of disappointment. “Oh. Well, I already made plans with Julian.”

“Fine, go on your lame date,” Max grumbles. “But when Julian puts you to sleep talking about accounting, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You finish getting ready then head out to meet Julian. He greets you with a bouquet of flowers. “You look beautiful,” he says.

“Thanks!” You reply. The date starts off nicely. Julian is a perfect gentleman over dinner. But as the conversation wears on, you find yourself growing bored. Max was right, Julian is really dull.

Suddenly, you get a text from Max.

SOS come quick! Emergency at the apartment!

You frown, instantly worried. “Sorry Julian, I have to go. My roommate needs me.”

Julian looks disappointed but nods in understanding. “No problem. I’ll walk you out.”

You hurry home, anxious to make sure Max is okay. You burst through the apartment door. “Max! What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Max looks up casually from the couch. “Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“What’s up? You texted me that there was an emergency!”

“Oh yeah, we ran out of gummy bears,” he says, waving an empty bag. “I was hungry.”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious, Max? I was on my date!”

Max grins. “Oops, my bad! But I saved you from dying of boredom with that guy. How about we order a pizza instead?”

You want to be mad at him for ruining your date. But looking at his smiling face, you can’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible,” you say, plopping down next to him.

Max just winks and hands you a controller. “Now come on, let’s see if you can actually beat me in Mario Kart this time.”

And just like that, you forget all about Julian and your ruined date. Nothing is nearly as fun as spending time with your best friend.

***

A few days later, you’re getting ready for another date, this time with a guy named Levi who you met online. He’s gorgeous with tattoos and an edgy style, totally your type.

When you tell Max about the date over breakfast, he nearly chokes on his eggs. “You can’t be serious. That dude looks like a complete tool.”

You roll your eyes as you grab your purse. “Don’t pretend you know anything about him. I think he’s hot and he seems cool.”

Max crosses his arms. “Well I don’t like it. How do you know this guy isn’t a total creep?”

“I appreciate your concern,” you say, “But I’m a big girl. I can handle myself on a date.”

Max opens his mouth to retort but you hold up a hand. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it! I’m running late as it is.” You give Max a quick hug. “Don’t wait up!”

You meet Levi at a trendy speakeasy bar downtown. He looks even hotter than his Tinder pics, with arm tattoos peeking out from under his leather jacket.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a crooked smile. He leans in for a lingering kiss on your cheek.

You blush. “Hi yourself.” Maybe Max was wrong about this guy.

You have a great time with Levi. The drinks are strong and the conversation is easy. After a few hours, Levi asks if you want to get out of there.

“I’d love to see your apartment,” you say with a flirtatious glance.

Levi grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He pays the tab and you start walking to his place. As you turn a corner, you run straight into someone, nearly falling over.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorr-Max? What are you doing here?”

Max steadies you with his hands. “Y/N! Fancy running into you!”

You stare at Max in disbelief. “Did you follow me?”

Max avoids your gaze. “What? No, of course not. I was just in the neighborhood.”

You cross your arms. “I find that hard to believe.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Levi pipes up from behind you. “Uh, do you two know each other?”

“Unfortunately yes,” you reply tightly, not taking your eyes off Max.

Max finally meets your stare, his jaw clenched. “I was worried about you, okay? This guy looks like bad news.”

You scowl at him. “That’s not your call to make. I’m allowed to go on dates without you ruining them.”

Max’s shoulders slump. “I know, I’m sorry. I just care about you and want you to be safe.” He glances at Levi again uncertainly.

You soften a bit, seeing the genuine concern in Max’s eyes. You put a hand on his arm. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’ll be okay. See you at home later.”

You turn to Levi, who looks understandably confused. You loop your arm through his. “Shall we keep going?”

But as you walk away, the playful mood from earlier is gone. Levi tries to make conversation, but you’re preoccupied thinking about Max and the sad look on his face.

Levi invites you up to his apartment still, but your heart’s not in it anymore. You make an excuse and head home, feelings conflicted.

Max is on the couch when you storm in. “Hey! How was the date?”

You don’t answer, just grab a pillow and start smacking him with it.

“Ow!” Max holds up his hands, laughing. “What was that for?”

“You know exactly what it was for, you sneaky jerk! Sabotaging my date again.”

Max grins up at you impishly. “Maybe I just happened to be in the neighborhood.”

You keep hitting him with the pillow, but end up collapsing on the couch next to him, both of you breathless with laughter.

“You’re the worst,” you say between giggles.

Max drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah but admit it, you love me anyway.”

You sigh and nestle against him. “Unfortunately yes, I do.”

And you know that no matter how many dates Max sabotages, he’ll always be your number one.

***

After the last two disastrous dates, you decide to take a break from dating for a while. But your coworker Jess convinces you to give it one more shot with a guy named Liam she met at her gym. Reluctantly, you agree to meet up with him.

The day of the date arrives and you get ready halfheartedly, already anticipating Max’s attempts to sabotage it. Speaking of Max, you realize you haven’t seen him all day, which is odd.

You find a note on the kitchen counter:

Had to fly to Milton Keynes last minute for work. Will be gone all weekend. Have fun on your date.

<3 Max

You’re surprised but also a bit disappointed. While his meddling is annoying, you’re so used to Max being a constant presence in your dating life. It will feel weird doing this without him.

You push that thought aside as you head out to meet Liam at a burger place. When you arrive, you’re pleasantly surprised. Liam is handsome, charming, and easy to talk to.

After lunch, you go on a walk through a nearby park. You’re having such a nice time, you don’t even think about Max. At the end of the date, Liam asks to see you again.

“I’d love to,” you say with a smile. Liam leans in for a sweet goodbye kiss.

As you turn to go, you hear a familiar voice yelling your name. “Y/N! There you are!”

You whirl around to see Max jogging towards you, slightly out of breath.

“Max? What are you doing here? I thought you had that work thing.”

Max shrugs nonchalantly. “Oh, it got canceled last minute.”

Liam looks between you two, confused. “Wait, is this the dude you live with?”

Before you can respond, Max strides up and vigorously shakes Liam’s hand. “Max Verstappen, nice to meet you! I’m Y/N’s … boyfriend.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. “My WHAT?”

“Yeah babe, your boyfriend,” Max says, draping an arm around you. “Sorry I couldn’t make our date today, got held up at work. But who’s this guy you’re with?”

Liam stares wide-eyed at Max’s arm around you. “Uh, I should get going. See you around, Y/N.” He scurries off.

You shove Max away from you, fuming. “What the hell was that? Why did you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Max shoves his hands in his pockets sheepishly. “I just couldn’t stand the idea of you dating that dude.”

“So you LIED? You scared him off forever!” You poke Max’s chest angrily.

He grabs your hand. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that. I was jealous and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

You search his face and see real remorse in his eyes. Your anger starts to fade.

“Jealous? Why would you be jealous, Max?” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He takes a shaky breath. “Because the truth is, I’m in love with you. As more than a friend. I have been for a long time. Seeing you with those other guys made me realize I couldn’t stand not being with you myself.”

You stand frozen, stunned into silence. Max rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Please say something.”

You finally find your voice again. “Took you long enough, idiot.”

And you grab his shirt and kiss him deeply. Max grins against your lips, wrapping you in his arms.

“No more sabotaging my dates,” you murmur.

“Deal,” Max whispers. “As long as I can be your one and only from now on.”

You answer by kissing him again under the setting sun. At long last, you finally have your dream guy.

***

The next morning, you wake up in Max’s arms, still unable to believe the incredible turn your relationship has taken. Last night after the park, you came home and talked for hours, admitting your true feelings while cuddled up on the couch. You kissed and kissed until you both finally fell asleep tangled together.

Now in the light of day, your worries start to creep in. What if this ruins your friendship? What if you’re not meant to be more than best friends?

You untangle yourself from Max’s embrace and go to make coffee. He finds you a few minutes later on the balcony overlooking the sea.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Max says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He kisses your shoulder.

You turn in his arms to face him. “Can we talk about this?”

He frowns slightly. “Talk about what?”

You gesture between the two of you. “This new aspect of our relationship. I’m just worried it will mess things up. Maybe we should take a step back and think things through?”

Max’s face falls. “You’re having second thoughts?”

“No, not second thoughts exactly. I care about you so much Max, as my best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”

Max caresses your cheek. “You could never ruin our friendship. It means everything to me too. But we both deserve to be happy, and I know we can make each other happy in this new way as well. I’m willing to take that chance if you are.”

You search his earnest eyes. He’s right — your connection runs so much deeper than just friendship. And you trust Max. If anyone is worth taking this risk for, it’s him.

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers. “You’re right. I want to make this work.”

Relief washes over Max’s face. He leans in and kisses you softly. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!”

You laugh. “Well in that case, take me on our first official date tonight!”

“It would be my pleasure.” Max strokes your hair. “Thank you for taking a chance on me. On us. I know we’re meant to be, schatje. I’ve loved you all my life.”

“I’ve loved you all my life too,” you whisper. And you know that no matter what happens, your bond with Max will never break.

The future has yet to be written, but you’re ready to face it hand-in-hand with the man who has always had your heart.

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[leclercsainzz]

hey hun!

could you write a smau with actress!reader x charles where charles is literally whipped for his gf and maybe reader is in the new barbie movie and he can’t stop talking about how proud he is and stuff like that and the fans and other drivers make fun of how whipped he is

thx xx 🩷

INTO YOU

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x actress!reader

TYPE: social media au

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↳ charles_leclerc: that i am:)

↳ user: i hope you know how to fight

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charles_leclerc and yourusername

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charles_leclerc: first of all i want to start of by saying happy 3 year anniversary, chéri!! with all that you’ve accomplished over the years, i can’t help but be immensely proud of you and your hard work .. i’m glad to have you around and blessing my life in ways you’d never imagine … thank you for being my biggest supporter and lightning up my mood every chance you get! i love you will all my heart, baby!! ❤️

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↳ charles_leclerc: if it helps you sleep at night then yes

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yourusername: european premiere in london for barbie & race week officially completed ✔️❤️

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user: the way she went to support him even though she had to attend the premiere later on 😭

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charles_leclerc: forever proud of you!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: back at you;) 😘

user: meanwhile my bf can’t do the bare minimum

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↳ yourusername: of course!! (charles sent you a vid)

user: every couple wishes they were them

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↳ yourusername: guess???!??

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[lustfulslxt]

Dom!Chris makes his girl wear one of those vibrators that’s controlled by an app while they’re in public and tells her any noise she lets slip out is an extra spanking she gets while she’s bent over his lap later 🤭

Trouble - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : dirty dirty nsfw, dom!chris, spanking, use of toys

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“We have to get it!” Chris exclaims, shoving the item in my face.

I can’t help the chuckle that emits from my mouth as I push his arm away, so that I can actually see what he’s holding. As I’m reading it, he impatiently shuffles on his feet.

“Come on, you’ll love it!” He whines, trying to convince me.

That’s when I realize it’s a vibrator that you can sync to your phone through the We-Vibe app, and control the settings that way. My face heats up at his comment, suggesting that I would love it, because he’s absolutely right.

“I don’t know.” I say, pretending to be unsure.

“Oh, please! This would bring you to your knees for me.” He taunts, his lips curving into a smirk.

My eyes go wide and I turn my head to the side, avoiding his gaze for a split second. When I look forward, I see him looking at me with a proud smile on his face as he nods his head.

“Yep! We’re getting it.” He states, walking to the register with it.

Biting my bottom lip to prevent my lips from growing into a wide smile, I follow behind him, giddy and excited for what’s to come. We get to the register, and Chris hands the box to the cashier with that same smile on his face, a smile of accomplishment. He turns to look at me, sending me a quick wink that lights my insides on fire. He doesn’t have to do much of anything at all, I’m always ready and eager for him.

Chris pays and grabs the now bagged box, tossing an arm around me and pulling me into him. “Let’s go, lover.”

We get out to the car and Chris instantly opens the door for me, planting a kiss on my cheek before closing my door and happily skipping to his side. He gets behind the wheel, reaching back to set the bag on the backseat.

“I cannot wait to use this on you.” He grins, starting the car up.

I watch as he puts the gear in reverse, then places his arm behind my seat and looks back to watch as we pull out of our parking spot. He notices me staring and a smirk pulls to his lips as he puts the car in drive and starts our trip home.

“You’re so cute, I love you.” He smiles, placing his right hand on my thigh as he holds the wheel with his left.

“I love you more.” I say, softly rubbing his hand on my thigh, before pulling my phone out to begin our music playlist.

Chris and I have been together for almost three years, and it’s been nothing short of amazing. He’s always been good to me, and we hardly ever seriously fight, but if we do, he’s quick to make things right before we end the day. He’s very loving and it shows through all of his gestures; gifts, compliments, the way he speaks of me to others, the way he talks to me, how he touches me.

Don’t get me wrong, he can be a real sweetheart in the bedroom; gentle with his touch, sweet talking me, never pushing me to my limits. Other times, he’s a nasty freak. I love both versions of him, in my opinion, it’s a perfect mix. He gives me whatever I need, whenever I need it. If I need soft Chris, he’s exactly that, making love to me in such a sensual way. If I need hard Chris, he’s exactly that, fucking me dumb until I can’t take it anymore.

I just know, with this new toy we got, I’m getting the freak tonight, and I can’t be more thrilled.

“Baby, do you want to go to dinner tonight?” Chris asks, turning down our street. “Nick asked me earlier, and I just remembered.”

“Oh, sure.” I respond, “What time?”

“I think he said around six, but I’ll have to double check to make sure.”

“Sounds good.” I smile at him.

I look at the time on my phone and see that it says 2:12, which gives me enough time to possibly take a nap before having to get ready. I don’t need to do much but shower, get dressed, and maybe a light makeup look, so I could definitely squeeze in a two hour nap.

“Can we take a nap when we get in?” I ask him as we pull into the driveway, “Before dinner.”

“Already planned on it, baby.” He grins at me, shutting the car off once we enter the garage.

He grabs the bag from the back and gets out of the car, quickly walking over to my side, opening the door for me. Grabbing my hand, he helps me out and shuts the door for me. Before he can walk us inside, I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt and expectantly look at me.

“What’s up?” He asks.

I grab his cheeks and pull him into me, placing my lips on his, giving him a soft and sweet kiss. Sometimes, I just need to show him I love him, especially when he’s a gentleman.

“You’re the best, let’s go.” I smile to him, pulling him to the door.

He smiles back at me, squeezing my hand in return and following in suit. We get inside and immediately head over to our room. Chris places the bag on his dresser, both of us kicking off our shoes. I instantly jump in bed, sprawling out beneath the blankets, Chris repeating my actions.

I flip onto my side, him pulling against me, our bodies meeting to create a much appreciated warmth. His arm rests around me, his hand up my shirt and holding my breast. My body’s firmly pressed against his, his breath hitting my neck as he pulls me impossibly closer. I scoot back, pressing my ass against his crotch, very slightly shifting to tease him just a bit. It doesn’t take long at all before I can feel his dick stiffening behind me, poking into my cheek.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” Chris asks in a warning tone.

“Napping?” I retort, feigning confusion as if it were nothing but obvious.

“Don’t play with me, or we’ll skip dinner and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.” He whispers in my ear, his hand tightening around my boob.

Chris has always been able to see right through me, whatever it is, he can read me like a book. There was no hiding anything from him, he knows me like the back of his hand.

“That actually sounds more appetizing than dinner.” I whisper back, pushing my lower half into his even harder.

In one swift motion, he flips me onto my back and is hovering over me. His right knee is placed in between my legs, as his other leg straddles mine, his erection sitting directly on my thigh. Both of his hands are set on the sides of my head as he holds himself upright, staring down at me. His lips faintly brush against mine, but pull away before I can capture them in a kiss. He drags them across my cheek, leaving my skin beneath him tingling.

He makes his way toward my ear, kissing right below it and pressing a few kisses on my neck. I can’t help my heavy breathing at this point, he always knew what got to me. His mouth reaches my ear once again and he plants a wet kiss onto it. I feel his tongue run across my earlobe before his mouth wraps around it, sucking softly, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. Suddenly, his hand grips my jaw and he slams his mouth on mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth as he kisses me deeply.

“Be a good girl for me tonight, and I’ll give you everything you want and more.” He says once he pulls away.

I’m physically incapable of saying anything as he repositions us once more, now laying behind me again. I can’t help but feel his hard on pressed into me, and I want nothing more than to take him right now. I can practically feel his smirk against my neck, already knowing he feels proud for getting me worked up. He never fails to leave me stuck stupid, anticipating what’s to come.

—

“Baby, you almost ready?” I hear Chris call out from the bedroom.

Emerging from the bathroom with a sheepish look on my face, I look down to the towel wrapped around me. I literally just got out of the shower, and he wants to know if I’m almost ready.

“Bro.” He deadpans once he takes my appearance in. “I thought you maybe only had lip gloss to put on or something, and here you come, completely wet and naked.”

Despite his complaints, I can see his pupils dilate as his eyes roam my glistening body. He licks his lips at the sight of me, before bringing his hands in front of him, showing me what he’s holding; the vibrator we had bought earlier.

“It’s sanitized and ready for use.” He grins, holding it out for me.

“You wanna use this at dinner?” I ask as I take it from him.

“Yes.” He nods, “Doesn’t it sound exciting? Risking an orgasm while we’re out in public?”

I shyly smile at him, nodding my head in agreement. He pumps his fist in the air, cheering in satisfaction. I just shake my head with a giggle coming from my mouth, then grab my clothes and head into the bathroom. I quickly get dressed and put the vibrator in place, eager to see how the night goes. After exiting the bathroom, I brush my hair and apply products like deodorant, lotion, and perfume. Deciding to skip my makeup, I just slip my shoes and grab my purse, sliding my phone in it.

“I’m ready.” I tell Chris, who’s now scrolling on his phone as he sits on the bed.

He looks up and smiles at me, standing up and placing a kiss on my head. “You look gorgeous, let’s go.”

Once we made it out to the van, Chris and I sat in the back, with Nick and Matt up front. It’s just us four for dinner, and I’m glad because I don’t know how brutal Chris is going to be, and I’d rather not lose my mind in front of a bunch of people.

Nick’s music played throughout the car, faint conversation coming from the two up front. My mind was drifting from them talking, to the music playing, to Chris’ hand rubbing my thigh. Suddenly, I could feel vibrations on my core, emitting a very loud gasp from my mouth.

“Are you good?” Nick asks, eyeing me from the front seat.

I clear my throat and swallow nothing, “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”

I have no excuse to give him, unable to use my brain properly as the vibrations continue rushing through my bundle of nerves. I look at Chris, noticing the wide smirk on his lips as he watches me fidget in my seat. I take in a deep breath, pressing my feet into the floor of the van in an attempt to relieve myself of the pleasure. Luckily, the vibrator stops as Chris pushes my hair out of my ear.

“Any noise you make tonight is an extra spanking you’re getting when I bend you over later.” He mutters into my ear.

My pussy’s actually throbbing, desperate for stimulation, aching for him to be inside of me. I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together, trying to feel any sort of pressure. I want nothing more than for him to bend me over and rail me as we speak, and having to wait for it had me gritting my teeth.

Throughout the rest of the ride, Chris hadn’t turned on the vibrator, letting me drop my guard of course. Once we get out and head into the restaurant, Nick walks ahead of us to speak with the host. Within a minute, we are being directed to our table for the evening.

As soon as I take my seat, the vibrations start back up, causing me to abruptly jerk and let out a small whimper. Of course, Nick and Matt look at me in confusion while Chris tries his best to conceal his growing smile.

I clear my throat again, trying to ignore the sensation coursing through me. “Sorry, cramps.”

The two boys nod, understanding, before their eyes are directed to their menus. I look over at Chris with a glare on my face, which only prompts him to turn the settings higher. I drag my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down hard to prevent any sounds that are threatening to come from my mouth.

“That’s two, baby.” He states, only loud enough for me to hear.

“Two?!” I ask, eyes widening.

“Mhm.” He nods, his smile evident. “Just now, and in the car.”

“That’s so unfair.” I say, pointing out how he started this game after the first slip up.

“Them’s the rules, ma.” He chuckles, adjusting his grip on his phone.

I can’t help but watch closely, unsure of when he was going to stop the vibrator, or turn it up. I’m on the edge of my seat, metaphorically, but also literally. I can’t bring myself to get comfortable, knowing Chris would use it to his advantage.

As the waiter walks over, I can feel the vibrations growing stronger, causing me to tense. I don’t have to see my face to know that it’s deep red, I can actually feel how hot it is. Taking in a deep breath, my hands clutch my thighs, needing something, anything.

“Hello, my name is Noah, and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Root beer, please.”

“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper.”

“Pepsi for me, thank you.”

Everyone looks at me, expectantly, but I can’t even speak. I’m scared my voice will betray me, showing that I was in a pleasurable struggle. I glance at Chris, my eyes begging him.

Instead of turning off the toy, he smiled at the waiter, “She’ll have a Dr. Pepper as well.”

“Okay, I will be back with those shortly and take your order then.”

As soon as he walked away, Matt and Nick turn to each other, then to Chris, then to me.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Matt asks.

Nick continues, “You seem really off.”

Before I can even attempt to spit a word out, the vibrations increased even more, causing my jaw to drop as I deeply inhale. Luckily, just as quick as it came, it all stopped.

“I’m good.” I say, my breath a little erratic.

I can see the two are not convinced, but I really don’t have it in me to make up a story that’ll lead them astray. Fortunately, they drop it and return to their menus once again. Chris’ hand comes in contact with my thigh, rubbing dangerously close to my core, I can feel the heat from his fingers.

“You’re so hot when you struggle to be quiet.” He whispers into my ear.

I ignore him, biting my lip as I attempt to regulate my breathing. We all quickly decide what we want to eat just as the waiter comes back with our drinks. After ordering our food, we dive into different conversations.

“We should get little canvases and paint together.” Nick suggests, smiling at the rest of us.

“That sounds so fun! I love painting.” I agree.

“We could get different types of cartoons or even blank canvases, both would be fun.” Matt adds.

Chris hasn’t said a word, so I look over and see him buried into his phone. As if feeling my gaze, his head lifts up with a devilish grin on his face. Immediately, I feel the buzzing between my legs, more intense than it’s been all night. My eyes shoot open as a lewd moan falls from my mouth, I quickly cover it with an exaggerated cough. Chris shakes his head, tsking me.

My mouth falls open again, silent moans coming from it. Chris continues to knead my thigh, adding to the pleasure that was coursing through me. I can feel the knot build in my stomach, close to unraveling. I lay my head down on the edge of the table and quickly grab Chris’ hand from my leg, using it to muffle the sounds that were sure to leave my mouth. As the pressure continued building, I clench myself around the vibrator, extremely close to letting go. I bring my mouth to his palm, biting at the skin in order to silence the inevitable moans pouring out of me as I can’t help but give into the orgasm, releasing all over as my legs tremble.

“Shame on you, cumming without daddy’s permission. You’re in big trouble when we get home, baby.” Chris says to me, his voice raspy.

“We need to go.” I plead, now extremely aware of the wet mess in my pants.

“Sorry boys, Y/N’s gonna be sick. I think I should bring her home. I’ll cashapp you for the dinner.” Chris announces, standing up and reaching for my hand.

“Feel better.” Nick and Matt say in unison.

With that, Chris is pulling me to the exit of the restaurant. As soon as we make it outside, he’s guiding me to a car that’s parked on the side of the road.

“I ordered an uber. I knew you weren’t gonna make it.” He informs me, sensing my confusion.

We get in the car, immediately starting our journey home. Throughout the whole ride, Chris gets handsy with me; rubbing and touching every part of me. He is just as eager as I am. As soon as the car comes to a stop outside our place, Chris is bidding the driver goodbye and dragging me inside.

We make our way downstairs to our bedroom, shutting and locking the door. Instantly, he has me pinned against it, his lips slamming onto mine in a feverish kiss. One of his hands wraps around my throat, the other diving straight into my pants. He grabs the vibrator, pulling it out and wrapping his mouth around it, sucking my juices off. I can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth, nothing but turned on by the sight.

He sets the toy on the dresser next to us, his hands now going for my shirt, swiftly removing it with ease. His lips meet mine again, his tongue entering and exploring my mouth. His hands are groping every inch of me, feeling me up and down, causing moans to emit from me. As his mouth works down my neck, his hands go behind me and unbuckle the strap of my bra, letting it fall loosely on my arms before he pulls the entire thing off. His hands find their way to my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples.

We’re moving in such a fast and hurried pace, hungry for one another. Each of us could only ever be what the other needed in times like this, and right now, we were both insatiable. You would think we’ve been deprived of pleasure like this our whole lives, now finally having a taste and not being able to get enough of it. But that isn’t true. Our sex life has always been more than fulfilling, but there’s something about him that makes me go feral.

His hands unbuckle my jeans, letting me remove them as he takes off his shirt. I’m not left in nothing but my underwear, him in his still in his pants. He slides his finger in the waistband of my panties, tugging it and letting it snap back into place. He raises an eyebrow at me, nodding his head towards my bottoms, indicating he wants me to take them off, so I do.

“Go sit.” He states, intently watching me.

I do as he says, sitting pretty on the edge of the bed, watching his every move. He stands in front of me, his eyes blown out and full of lust as he looks down on me. Remaining eye contact, he slowly begins unbuckling his belt. In such a slow pace, he pulls it from his pants, folding it up and setting it aside. His fingers then grasp the button of his pants, undoing it, all whilst still looking me in my eyes. He lets his pants fall, leaving him in his very restricting boxers, as his dick stands tall, creating a tent in the clothing material.

He steps directly in front of me, his hard on now eye level with me, directly in front of my face. He puts a hand on the back of my head, bringing me closer to his erection. His opposite hand palms himself through his boxers, rubbing his cloth covered member over my lips. Just as I’m about to put my mouth on him, he pushes my head back.

“As much as I want to have your pretty little mouth around my cock, it’s gonna have to be another time.” He says, “You remember how many you’re getting?”

“Three.” I whisper, my breath hitching in anticipation as I stare up at him with doe eyes.

“Four. Doubled because you’re a bad girl and came before I said you could.” He smirks, licking his lips.

His hand wraps around my neck, trailing up to my jaw. He’s directly above me, staring down at me with his hungry eyes as his thumb trails over my bottom lip. He pulls it down, letting the pad of his finger keep it in place.

“Suck.” He states, leaving no room for questions.

I take his finger into my mouth, licking and sucking just as he wanted me too. He’s then pulling me up from the bed, his hand once again around my neck. His lips meet mine in a soft and tender kiss, opposite of how I know he’s going to be in mere seconds. Switching places with me, he’s now against the bed as I stand in front of him. He sits down and pats his lap, aware that we both know that I know the drill. I lay across his lap, my bare ass laid out perfectly, awaiting my punishment.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop?” He asks, his hands palming both cheeks.

“I-I remember.” I nod, my breathing slightly picking up.

“Count. If you fuck up, we start over.” He reminds me, his voice sickly sweet.

Just as I give him a hum of confirmation, his hand strikes down, a loud smack echoing the room, a stinging pain following in suit, as well as a yelp from me.

“One.” I moan out, his hand now rubbing the tingling area.

Another smack.

“Two.”

Another smack.

“Three.”

Another smack.”

“F-four.” I cry out, my skin undoubtedly red.

We repeat the process another four times, time seemingly moving in slow motion until we reach the last spank. My ass now tender and tears falling down my cheeks as he kneaded both cheeks, soothing the pain, eliciting moans from me and a pool of wetness between my thighs.

“Such a good girl for me.” He praises, flipping me around on his lap so I’m now straddling him. “You’re so beautiful, ma. I can’t wait to wreck you.”

With that, his lips are on mine, hungrily kissing me. We move in sync, our lips lapping one another perfectly. His hands continue massaging my ass, the stinging pain dissipating with every motion. A moan escapes my lips and he uses the opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth, swapping saliva. One of his hands travels in between us, coming down to my heat. His cool fingers come in contact with my clit, rubbing it ever so slightly, causing me to whine into his mouth.

He pulls away from me, lifting me from his lap as he stands. “Bend over.”

I follow his order once again, my torso laid out the bed with my ass on show as my legs hang down to the floor. I hear him shuffling behind me, realizing he’s removing his boxers when I look back. He lifts one of my legs up, giving him better access to me. His fingers find my folds again, running through them, slicking them with my arousal. I moan at the feeling, pushing my ass closer into him for more.

“So wet and needy for daddy.” He smirks, grabbing his dick and placing it at my entrance.

He softly pushes the tip in, rubbing my clit as he does so. He takes it back out, before repeating the same action. Next, he’s slamming into me with no warning. A loud scream falls from my lips, molding into a moan as it dies down. He begins thrusting into me, his pace building quickly, pulling me closer to him so he could fuck me deeper.

He lets out a low groan, “I love the way your pussy welcomes me inside, because it knows we were made for each other.”

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good.” I moan out, my face immediately scrunching in pleasure.

His takes my hair and puts it in a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his hand for leverage, tugging it with every thrust into me. My mouth is hung open, pornographic noises falling from it left and right, unable to contain my pleasure. His strokes increase in speed and strength, my entire body jerking at his new pace.

“Look at you, you’re taking me so well baby.” He moans out, his breathing heavy.

“Mhm.” I whimper in agreement, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Gonna cum all over my cock, baby?” He asks, his pelvis digging into my ass with every pump.

“Yes, daddy. I’m so close.” I cry out, the familiar knot building in my stomach for the second time tonight.

His free hand reached below me, meeting my clit and rubbing fast, tight circles into it. I was a writhing mess beneath him, unable to form a single thought as he fucks me senseless. With the rough pounding and the stimulation on my clit, I’m in tears. It’s so much, but it feels so good. I can feel the drool falling from my mouth, quite literally being fucked dumb.

“I know you’re close, mama. Let go.” He says, sending me over the edge.

My legs shake and quiver, my fists clenching the sheet beneath me so hard that my knuckles turn white. My face contorts with pleasure as my vision goes white, metaphorical stars spinning around me as I do, in fact, let go. His thrusts continue, never faulting in the slightest. His hand never wavers, still rubbing my extremely sensitive bundle of nerves.

“T-too much.” I cry, not able to come down from my first orgasm.

“You can do it, mama.” He whispers from above me, placing wet kisses along my back.

Him repeatedly hitting my g spot, his fingers working my clit, and his mouth leaving goosebumps down my skin is enough to send me overboard once more. Tears streaming down my face as I cum for the third time, silent moans escaping my mouth as I bury my face into the bed. I can hear him moaning behind me, his hips sputtering as his thrusts fall uneven. Seconds later, his hot load is shooting into me as throaty groans emit from his mouth. He continues fucking his nut into me, his pace now slow and soft, before he pulls out altogether.

His hands meet my ass as he holds himself up for a moment, catching his breath. I lay there, spent, feeling his presence disappear for a minute, only for him to return mere seconds later. My legs are suddenly spread, a warm wash cloth wiping up the mess we made, causing me to slightly flinch before sighing in contentment. He cleans me and himself up, before putting me to bed properly, as all of my energy left my body with every orgasm. He crawls into bed with me, wrapping both of us in a blanket, and planting a soft kiss to my lips, my cheek, and my forehead.

“I love you, pretty girl. So good to me, mama.”

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a/n : not proofread sorry. hope you enjoy! send in more reqs pls 🫶🏼

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[babydollmarauders]

WYD NOW? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!singer!reader

summary: in which y/n writes a song about her ex-boyfriend, 3 years after their breakup, and it gets back to him, leading to their reconnection

notes: inspired by the song WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. ending kinda sucks, but ehh i did my best. pretty sure i lost motivation for this halfway through it, but i tried to power through.

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*** JUNE 17TH, 2018 ***

“i bet, at this time in a few years, we’ll be painting the walls of our shared apartment.” my boyfriend’s whisper rings through my ears as i turn my head to look at him.

heat rises to my cheeks, Jack’s blue eyes gazing into mine.

“yeah?” i laugh, running a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he took before coming over.

“mhm.” he hums in confirmation, his hand snaking up under the stolen shirt that adorns my body, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. “i’ll be playing hockey, and you’ll be a big pop star, my little songbird.”

i bury my face into his neck in attempt to hide the redness on the apples of my cheeks from the nickname.

“you gonna write songs about me?” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“i already do.” i murmur, my lips brushing against his collarbone, causing him to shiver.

*** JULY 30TH, 2019 ***

“i don’t think i understand.” it feels like my head is underwater, my lungs burning for oxygen, but unable to receive it.

“we can still be friends, y/n. you can call me whenever.” Jack sits on my bed, gripping my hands in his hold. “the future is just, so far away and we don’t know what’ll happen.

“i don’t want my dreams to hold you back from achieving yours, y/n. you may not see it right now, but this just seems like the best option for now. and maybe, down the line, once we’re both at a stable place in our careers, if we’re both single, we can revisit us.”

my head is bobbing ‘yes’ but my heart is screaming ‘no!’

it’s like my brain understands where he’s coming from, that he’s being logical and that he’s doing this for the greater good of both of us; no matter what we’ve always thought, we’re still just kids, we were dreaming. but my heart isn’t getting that message. all my heart knows is that it’s being crushed into a thousand pieces and it feels pretty unsalvageable right now.

“are you okay?”

it’s my instinct to tell him ‘yes’. my instinct to not let him know how much he’s really hurting me. how much i want to scream that we’ll be fine. that i would give up my dream to be by his side while he accomplishes his. but i know that would just hurt him; because that isn’t what he wants.

he may be hurting me, but he’s doing it for all the right reasons. he doesn’t want me to push my dreams aside for his, because he wants to see me living them. he wants the best for me.

“yeah, i’m okay. i understand.”

*** PRESENT: SOCIAL MEDIA ***

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram in your faded t-shirt

that i’ve kept this long

i still hear you laughing

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user13 NEW LYRICS??

user92 that’s what i was thinking too! seems too poetic to just be a caption

trevorzegras hey that looks familiar

user57 OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC?

user04 AHHH ANNOUNCE A NEW ALBUM PLEASE

user6 I’LL EVEN JUST TAKE A NEW SINGLE! I JUST NEED NEW MUSIC

tatemcrae my best friend writes the best captions

y/nonthegram MY best friend writes the best songs

tatemcrae says you!

user83 new love song? break-up song? both?

colecaufield what’s this 👀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram surprise! ‘WYD Now?’ out tonight at midnight.

wholly written in my bedroom at 2am, this song means the absolute most to me, and i hope some of you can find comfort in it like i have <3

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user04 OH MY GOD! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING OUR EARS TONIGHT!

colecaufield so proud of you!

y/nonthegram thank you, coley ♥️

user94 since when does she know nhl players?

user63 she went to high school with some of the 2019 draft class

user72 I CAN’T WAIT OMG

user18 SHAKING, CRYING, THROWING UP! I’M SO EXCITED

_alexturcotte our little melody makin’ munchkin, making moves!

y/nonthegram oh god please don’t bring back “melody makin’ munchkin”

_alexturcotte too late

tatemcrae GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND

y/nonthegram LEMME KISS YOUR FACE!! MWAH!!

user55 i’m so curious to hear these lyrics 😭 how am i gonna wait 8 more hours?!

jackhughes

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jackhughes 3/3

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user77 hey wait, didn’t @/y/nonthegram date Jack in high school? is the new song yesterday about him?

user55 yess! it’s gotta be!

trevorzegras dizzyyy

user91 you should go listen to y/n’s new song 👀

user02 have you heard ‘WYD Now?’ ???

user36 omg he remembered to post 3/3

colecaufield same time next summer? 🫡

subbanator 🚀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram i’m so grateful for all the love on ‘WYD Now?’ these past couple days! thank you all! <3

here’s some photos @/tatemcrae took at our song celly night last night to celebrate the release of WYD Now? and greedy!

in celebration, i’ll be answering some questions in the comments!

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user74 is the song fictional? or was it inspired by someone?

y/nonthegram not fictional <3

user99 is this a single off the upcoming album? or just a normal song?

y/nonthegram the album is still being written, so i can’t confirm or deny if this is a single because i’m not sure yet if it’ll be on the track list! <3

colecaufield omg y/n please come to Montreal! i love you so much! you’re my idol!

y/nonthegram hey remember that time i bumped you with my car? i think we should do that again! i’ll stomp on the gas this time!

colecaufield omg you noticed me!!

user42 at 18, where did you imagine yourself being at this age?

y/nonthegram New Jersey <3

trevorzegras where did he set the bar?

y/nonthegram above the moon

user28 if the song isn’t fictional, then who’s it about?

user96 it’s 100% about jack hughes. if you scroll way down on her page, there’s pics of her and jack in high school, but they stop when they were 18. then he moved to new jersey and now he’s playing hockey, like the song states “you finally got the job you like”. that we’re all aware of, she didn’t have any other boyfriends in high school. she and jack seemingly dated from ages 16-18 until he left for the NHL

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_quinnhughes 💙

user10 this song was amazing! i really related and it made me feel so seen!

user88 big question is: has jack heard the song yet?

jackhughes call me?

user98 @/user88 if he hadn’t, i’m guessing he has now

*** PRESENT: REAL LIFE ***

my heart races as the notification comes through.

i wasn’t sure if he listened to my music, or if the song would get back to him. i just needed to get my feelings down on paper, and then it turned into a song, and then i liked it too much to not release it.

the night i wrote it, i had played a small show in New York, and i could’ve sworn i saw him in the back of the venue. of course, i knew it wasn’t, but it had rattled me; bringing all my feelings for him back to the forefront of my brain.

“call him.” my head snaps up to face my best friend, her eyes soft as she looks at me from the doorway.

“i-” Tate cuts me off with a shake of her head.

“don’t make excuses, y/n. call him.” she repeats, “you deserve to be happy, and from what you’ve told me, he makes you happy.”

she doesn’t stick around; instead bidding me goodbye and heading back to my guest room to give me some privacy.

i pace my bedroom, iphone clutched in my hand. his contact is pulled up, but i can’t seem to build up the nerve to call him. though, it seems i don’t have to, because my phone begins to ring instead, Jack’s photo displaying on the screen.

“hi.” i breathe out, pressing the phone to my ear.

“hi.” he repeats. “i heard your new song. i’m so proud of you, my little songbird.”

my face heats up, blood rushing to my cheeks. i haven’t heard that nickname in almost four years.

“thank you.” my words come out a whisper, still in disbelief that i’m talking to him again.

“did you mean it?” the question causes a panic to erupt in me, swarms of butterflies erupting in my nervous system.

“did i mean what, Jacky?” i need him to say it.

“what you wrote,” he clears his throat, “in the song. did you mean it all? do you still think of me? do you really wanna try again?”

laying sprawled out on my bed, i stare up at the ceiling as i speak.

“i wouldn’t have written it if it wasn’t true.”

“oh- okay. so, uh,” he stutters, but i can hear the smile on his lips, causing the same reaction upon my own face, “where are you right now?”

“um, my apartment?” my brows thread together in confusion, but he just chuckles.

“i mean like, are you living in LA? are you home in Michigan? what state?”

“oh.” i bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. “i live in New York, Jack.”

“really?” his voice is emotionally distant and seemingly hurt. “so close?”

“yeah.” i nod, although he can’t see me. “i’ve gone to a few of your games.”

“you did?”

“mhm.” i hum in confirmation. “i just- i didn’t wanna be the one to reach out and then have you think oddly of me or have you already be in a relationship or something. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i just didn’t wanna be seen as that clingy ex-girlfriend or anything.”

“that’s not what you are, y/n.” he sighs, “would you wanna meet up soon? catch up? i’d love to hear about your glamorous new pop star life.”

“i’d love to. although, i wouldn’t call myself a pop star, Jacky.”

“you are to me.” i blush at his words, glad he can’t see how much of a mess i am at the moment. “are you free on saturday? i have practice in the morning, but after that, maybe we could go to lunch?”

“yeah, i can do that.” i confirm.

“okay great, i’ll text you on friday to hash out details?”

“sounds great!” my cool hand rises to press against my heated face in attempt to cool myself down.

“great. i gotta go, Luke and i are going out with the guys. i’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“yeah. bye, Jack.” i wait for him to repeat a goodbye before hanging up, burying face in my pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

***

my knee bounces underneath the table of the New York City diner, my hands clasped together on the table.

Jack should be here any minute, and saying i’m nervous would be an understatement. my palms are clammy, my legs won’t stop shaking, and i’m eighty percent sure that i have no skin left on my bottom lip because i’ve chewed it all off.

the little bell above the door rings and my head snaps up to look, but it’s just a young couple with their toddler. i send a friendly smile to the tired looking mother before looking back down at my hands that won’t stop fidgeting.

i zone out, retreating back into my head and all the thoughts that have been plaguing me since we planned this meeting.

what if he doesn’t like me anymore?

what if he has a girlfriend and he’s just trying to be nice?

or worse, what if he’s just asked me here so he could tell me to leave him alone? to stop writing songs about him.

“hi.” i’m pulled out of my thoughts by Jack sliding into the booth across from me, a gentle smile on his face.

his hand snakes across the table to hold mine, and i can’t help but feel like a teenager again, back when we used to have dates like this all the time; where he would hold my hand over the table and we would laugh and joke around for hours.

“hey.” i smile back, giving his hand a small squeeze in return.

“how are you?” he questions. he brings his hand back in order to hold his menu, but his focus remains on me, not even glancing down at the menu yet.

“i’m good!” i nod. “how are you?”

“good, i’m glad. i’m good too.”

we’re interrupted by a waitress, taking a second to look over our menu’s before giving her our orders.

once she retreats, i squirm from the small talk, never having been any good at it. which Jack seems to remember.

“so, how’s the pop star life?” he smirks teasingly, and i giggle.

“not a pop star.” i remind him, shaking my head. “but it’s good. i like where i’m at right now in my career. i like having a strong fanbase but still being unknown enough that i’m not being hounded on or followed like, say, Taylor Swift.

“i’m able to just write my music and put it out, go on small tours, interact with my fans on a more personal level; it’s really nice. i don’t know if i would want it to be more than that.”

he nods in understanding, a wide grin on his face as he listens.

“i get it. and i’m really glad you’ve achieved what you wanted. i’ve always rooted for you.”

“what about you? mr. ninety-nine point season!” he blushes at my words, shaking his head and looking down at his hands, which rest on the tabletop. “how’s that?”

“it’s good! really good.” he looks back up at me, and i have to fight myself from getting lost in his eyes like i would when we were seventeen. “i love it. it’s hard, it’s a lot of work, but it’s amazing. and honestly, i’m pretty glad i’m not on a canadian team. i like that i can go out and still have a pretty normal life outside of hockey, ya know? not be stopped on the street a bunch.”

“yeah, i get it.” i tell him. “i’m so glad you’re happy though. you play great, as you always have.”

he releases a ‘thanks’ before a silence settles over us, neither of us sure what exactly to say next.

i begin to play with the paper wrapper from my straw, winding it around my finger before sliding it off and gently pulling it straight again.

“so, Cole sends me your songs.”

snap! the paper wrapper breaks in two as i look up at him.

“he does?”

“yeah. you know i don’t get on social media too much, so i don’t always know right away when you put one out, but Cole sends me all of them. just in case i miss one.” he explains.

my head bobs up and down as i try to display a level of cool, “oh.”

“that doesn’t bother you, does it?” he asks. “that i don’t always listen to them right away?”

“not at all! i didn’t really think you listened to them at all.” i confess, sinking lower into the booth. “not really your genre.”

he smiles gently, reaching forward to hold my hand tightly in his.

“y/n, you could write a children’s nursery rhyme, and i would still listen to it.”

my head tips back against the booth, joyous laughter spilling from my lips. my nose scrunches, resulting in a small snort, which cause him to laugh as well.

“you’re just saying that.” i choke out, and he shakes his head.

“no! i’m serious! i would!” Jack insists, right as the waitress arrives with our food. she sets our food in front of us, making sure we’re all set before she retreats.

a comfortable small talk takes over as we eat; discussing our friends and their accomplishments since graduation.

“you remember that time,” Jack starts through broken laughter, “that you hit Cole with your car because he said he didn’t think it would hurt?”

“yes! and i barely even tapped him, but the big baby whined that it hurt so bad, i may have crushed his NHL dreams!” my face hurts from smiling so big, but i can no longer fight it.

“and then he was fine and back to practice that afternoon! not even a bruise left on him!” he retorts.

“ever the dramatic, Cole is.” i sigh, sitting back in my seat from position slouched over the table.

“since we’re walking down memory lane, do you remember how i said that maybe down the line, we could revisit us?”

i’m sobered up now, my smile gone as i eye him. he’s playing with his bracelets, a sign of nerves from him, and i just now realize that he’s still wearing the string friendship bracelet i gave him at eighteen; just before his draft.

i swallow the lump that built in throat, nodding, “yeah.”

“you think maybe now would be a good time to do that?” he asks. “start slow; go on dates again, maybe you could come over sometime for movie night with Luke and i, come to a few more of my games, where i actually know you’re there this time. and then see where that could take us?”

butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and my teeth sink into my lower lip, biting back a smile.

“i’d love that, Jack.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

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My Dearly Detested

Status: Prologue (7 part Mini-Series, 0/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I know I said I would post this after I finished ‘Precious Tsyeym’ pt1 and pt2, but I just couldn’t wait!! So I opted to post the prologue in the meantime. Enjoy!!

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“Where are you!??!” Y/n calls, desperately trying to track her way through the foliage around her. Her steps are rushed and hasty as she tries to make her way to the clearing. Her heart rate quickens at the thoughts flashing through her head.

Where was he? Why did he disappear? Was he injured? Is he safe?

Feeling her steps falter she takes a deep breath in. She had to find him, she had to make sure he was ok. A boost of determination causing her to steps to speed up as the leaves and twigs beneath her feet snap at the force she ran with.

Just as she makes it to the clearing a large stick smacks her on the head, with great amount of force causing her to stumble backwards. Her hand reaches up to rub the wounded area, feeling the sting of the hit. Groaning in pain she glares at the perpetrator who smirks upon eye contact. He griped the stick tightly, standing above her at the staggering height difference.

“You have to be quieter Y/n! You gave away your position and you were running around like a baby Talioang. Just because you are in a hurry, doesn’t mean you can forget all your training.” Tarsem teases, his tone playful yet it still had an edge. He was her teacher after all.

Y/n huffs out, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “I kinda panicked! You vanished. I thought you left me, or worse. Got hurt!” She argues, her lower lip jutting out at the thought of Tarsem hurt. He was like a brother to her. She wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt.

Her eyes furrow in fear as Tarsem tosses the stick away, taking a step towards her. His eyes softened at her words but the smirk has yet to leave his face. He ruffles his hand through her locks, effectively removing some leaves that was struck in between them.

“I’m a great warrior Y/n. You gotta have more faith in your teacher. One day, I’ll be the Ole’tekayan’s right hand man! You’ll see” He beams at the thought, causing a smile to twitch at Y/n’s lips. Y/n knew of his dream, and she believed it would come true one day.

Despite being 16 years old, Tarsem was a a force to be reckoned with. His skills separated him from all the other children in his age group, rivalling some adults even. He was allowed on hunts and raids due to all his accomplishments. Not only was he a great hunter, but also a great teacher. He had many students who worshiped him. He had also already gotten many blessings from his elders, Jake Sully included.

They nicknamed him ‘Tarsem the wise’. He was calm, collected, and ruthless when need be. He was wise for his age, which the Na’vi were proud of.

Y/n’s eyes gloss over with admiration at the boy, the boy who was a man now. The very same boy who took her in under his wing to train, to become strong like him. She was grateful.

Losing her parents to the Great War , Y/n had been raised by Tarsem’s parents. Their families were really close, and when Y/n’s parents bravery cost them their life they in-trusted their only daughter to Tarsem’s parents. Granted they did a great job raising her, but so did the clan.

The Omatikaya banded together to collectively raise her, she learned how to weave from Naya’il, she learned how to mount a Pa'li by Ma’luk and she also received Tsahik trainings from Mo’at herself. Who was very fond of Y/n’s mother. The girl was raised with love and affection in many manners, that’s why she felt so compelled to become as strong as possible. To protect her people, her clan.

All that was remanning was being a warrior, which she always wanted to be, ever since she had bagan watching Tarsem show great promise. She wanted to become like him, be strong and noble on her own so the aching hole in her heart can be mended once she is truly happy. Truly gaining her spot amongst her people.

She felt as though if she achieved the most, she could feel closer to her deceased parents. Her father was a great warrior, known for his strength and bravery. And her mother was a great healer, Mo'at's student who had been just as great. She grew up hearing their praises, which only motivated the girl to make her parents proud. Thus gaining the love and fondness from within the clan.

Even Jake and Neytiri were fond of her, though busy with Olo'eyktan duties and taking care of their children, they always included Y/n for training and even dinners. That being said, Y/n was a very friendly child growing up. Everyone was her friend, everyone ended up becoming her friend. She had this calming air around her, letting those near her feel at ease. She was very close to Kiri, and loved Lo’ak thinking of him as her baby brother though he was only 2 years younger. Then there is-

“Tarsem?” A voice calls, stepping into the clearing. His expression of question quickly turned to that of distaste once his yellow hues handed on Y/n. Scrunching his nose in mild disgust. His eyes trail from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He snorts in annoyance at the leaves that were caught within her locks and the mud splattered all over her body.

He averts his eyes quickly with a prominent scowl. As if the mere sight of her caused his entire mood to sour. He looks up at Tarsem, who was waiting patiently for his next words.

“I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were….busy” he says carefully, rolling his eyes slightly. Y/n looks down at the mud between her toes. Shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably. She didn’t know what she had done, but the eldest sons distaste for her was very obvious. It was as if he never tried hiding it. And she didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry Neteyam. I was training Y/n. Did you need me for something?” Tarsem replies casually, not noticing the underlying tension in the air. Neteyam huffs disapprovingly. He glares at Y/n, a sneer almost breaking through.

“Why are you training her? She cannot even wield a bow” he points out causing Y/n to flinch. She looks up, her eyes meeting those of pure hate. She swallows nervously. She wanted to respond back, but something about Neteyam’s eyes and the stiffness in his posture caused her mouth to clamp shut.

Tarsem’s tail twitches at his tone but he chooses to hold his tongue. He was speaking to the figure Olo'eyktan. The very leader he hoped to one day gain the respect of. Neteyam was already doing great at 9 years old. Being able to wield a bow and his precision being out of this world. He seemed to have inherited his mothers archery skills. He was already starting off so strong, who knew what he would accomplish as he grew up to become a man.

“Well, Y/n is my student. I’m obligated to train her. You didn’t state why you are here? Alone.” Taresem takes a step forward standing in front of a shocked Y/n. Squeaking at the sudden movement she keeps her head low. Not bothering to see how the eldest son of Toruk Makto would react.

“I was hoping to train with you. Father wishes for me to polish off my skills. I don’t see why you are busy with her when you could be with me. I’d give you far less trouble” Neteyam says calmly. Tarsem nods in understanding. He didn’t want to argue. If Neteyam wanted to practice with him he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Tarsem looks over his shoulder at Y/n who realizes her session with Tarsem had ended before it even started. Her eyes wide with sadness as she awaits his final orders. She couldn’t help but jut her lower lip out in a pout, her ears laying flat against her head.

“I’ll stay back with Neteyam. Please get home safely Y/n. I promise to make this class up to you” he says softly. Y/n nods mechanically. She doesn’t spare Neteyam a glance before she sprints away from the clearing.

Her eyes stung with embarrassment and anger. Who was he to talk about her like that? Regard her in such a way? What has she ever done to him? She was older, why didn’t he respect her? And why did he ruin her training session, the session she’s been looking forward to all week.

Angrily wiping her tears away Y/n marches her way home. The only home she knew of, Tarsem’s families hut. As she disappears she couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someones eyes on her.

She knew it was Neteyam. It was always Neteyam, always glaring at her as if her presence was of that of a pest. Y/n's eyes squint with determination. She didn’t care when, she didn’t care how long it would take. She vowed to become the best warrior possible, for her people. To honor her parents. For her family that raised her. And so Neteyam could maybe one day learn to respect her.

As a warrior of the Omaticaya.

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A/N: HIIII!!! I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue of ‘My Dearly Detested’. It’s going to be a 7-part Mini Series, where each part will be roughly 1-3k words each. I also have some information that you guys should know for the next chapter:

There is a 10 year time-skip from the Prologue to Part One

The ages will be: Y/n (20) is 1year older then Neteyam (19) and 2years older then Lo’ak (18). Kiri is also (18) and Tuk is (10). Tarsem (26) has a 6year age gap with Y/n.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #enimes to lovers #love #romance #angst #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #avatar james cameron

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❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 24 - Lia Wälti ❄️

Lia Wälti x Reader (Arsenal & England) | WC: 690

Dec. 24 prompt - NYE kiss

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were thrilled to be ringing in the New Year in Switzerland with Lia, having spent Christmas back in England with your family. The two of you had spent the day helping her family set up for a small NYE party, the two of you were on decoration set up.

As you spent the day setting up, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the past year. Sure you were proud of all you accomplished with Arsenal and England, but some of your happiest moments came from spending time with Lia, on and off the pitch. The two of you had gotten closer after her breakup with Caitlin and it eventually turned into a budding relationship.

As you were getting ready in the bathroom, you had just finished getting dressed when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrap around you. Lia’s chin was resting on your shoulder when you looked up and made eye contact with her through the mirror. You gave her a quick smile before turning around in her arms and pulling her into a heated kiss, pouring all your love for the midfielder into it.

“What was that for?” your girlfriend purred against your lips, her hands tightening around your waist.

“Just because,” you spoke softly, giving her one more quick kiss before pulling away.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard Lia’s sister calling her downstairs. Lia rolled her eyes but the smile on her face told she wasn’t upset.

“Gehen (go), I'll see you later.” you smiled, pushing her lightly towards the door.

You laughed as she blew you a quick kiss before disappearing to help her sister. You finished everything you needed to be ready before heading downstairs to offer your assistance to help finish setting up before people started arriving.

The NYE party was in full swing and with about six minutes before the clock struck midnight, January 1st, you couldn’t find your girlfriend. You went room to room, having no luck before venturing outside, and finding Lia sitting on a lawn bench looking up at the moon.

“You’re missing the party, you know?” you joked, taking a seat next to her.

Lia didn’t say anything but you could see her smile as she stared upward. Neither of you spoke, happy to sit in a comfortable silence. It was Lia’s turn to think back on the past year, beyond grateful for you and the relationship you’ve started.

Your eyes stayed locked on your girlfriend, not moving even when she turned to look at you. You could see a light blush on her face, the moonlight hitting her face just right. You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting out there but you could hear the loud countdown of “10 to 1” from where you were sitting.

Ten

“I’m so thankful for you, y/n.” Lia blushed, eyes full of love.

Nine

“I can’t wait to see what next year has for us.” you hummed, your eyes reflecting the same amount of love as hers.

Eight

The two of you moved slightly closer on the bench, Lia’s hand resting on top of yours that was sitting on the bench.

Seven

The quietness around the two was comforting, allowing you both to revel in how in love with the other you were.

Six

You were beyond grateful for the things that happened throughout the year, thankful that had led you here to Switzerland to celebrate with Lia.

Five

You and Lia moved closer on the bench the two of you shared. You had stopped listening to the countdown happening inside, reaching your hand towards Lia’s cheek and resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you, so much.” you purred, eyes falling closed.

“I love you, too.” Lia’s voice was quiet, not wanting to disrupt the quietness surrounding you.

You both leaned in at the same time, lips connecting in a heated kiss. You could barely make up a loud cheer of “ONE!” followed by even louder cheers for the new year. You were more focused on Lia at the moment, making sure she could feel every ounce of your love with this kiss.

#woso x reader #woso #awfc x reader #lia wälti x reader #lia wälti #arsenal wfc x reader

[betterthanburrow]

Can you do an Instagram story where Joe’s gf is playing Ariel in the live action little mermaid movie?

The Little Mermaid - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Actress! OC)

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DisneyLittleMermaid: Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there! 🫧🐚 Disney’s #TheLittleMermaid is NOW PLAYING!

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username1: i just saw the movie with my two kids today and they LOVE the new movie!

username2: MOVIE OF THE YEAR!

username3: i can’t wait to buy my movie ticket!

username4: anyone who has complaints about the movie is a hater at their core… this movie was perfect!

username5: i loved the movie so much!

username6: i will watch this movie every day at the movie theaters until it’s released on Disney+… then i’ll watch the movie every day on Disney+ until i die!

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yourinstagram: The Little Mermaid is out everywhere in theaters now 🧜🏾‍♀️🩷 i hope y’all enjoy the movie!

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youroldersister: you are the perfect Ariel and i’m so proud of you! congratulations on all the success 💟

↳ yourinstagram: awww i love you so much 🥹

username1: YOU ARE MY PERFECT ARIEL!

username2: you delivered an Oscar worthy performance in the movie with Part Of Your World!

username3: I’M OBSESSED WITH THE SOUNDTRACK

joeyb_9: i’m so proud of you 💙

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LittleMermaidSource: Y/N’s Behind The Scene Spam on set of The Little Mermaid from her Instagram Story!

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username1: i love when we get behind the scene confeng from Y/N after her movies are released!

username2: aww Joe went visit her on set 🥹 it proudly had to be a short visit but it’s good to know he was there for her.

username3: i didn’t know Y/N has a cat… when did she have time to take care of a cat while filming the movie?!

↳ username4: Poseidon is the cat Joe adopted for her before she left Ohio to film the movie… the cat lived with her in England and the island of Sardinia, Italy.

username5: this can’t be all the Behind The Scenes content that we get from Y/N… she was filming the movie for almost 6 months!!!!!

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CincyProblems: “Oh Yeah! I definitely have watched The Little Mermaid movie at the movie theaters, I think 5 times now. Y/N is the perfect Ariel and since the day she auditioned for the role, I knew she was meant to be Ariel. I’m so proud of her and what she has accomplished.” - Joe Burrow when asked at the media press conference about his girlfriend, Y/FN Y/LN and her role as Ariel in The Little Mermaid.

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username1: how has Joe Burrow seen The Little Mermaid 5 times at the movie theaters but i haven’t seen the movie once at the movie theaters yet?!

username2: aww he’s so supportive of Y/N 🥹

username3: i just know he’s sings Wild Uncharted Waters when he’s in the shower!

username4: Joe should’ve played Scuttle in TLM!

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yourinstagram: thank you to everyone who has supported me since the day i accepted the role as Ariel and has watched The Little Mermaid in theaters. 🧜🏾‍♀️🌊i’m so grateful for the dream life i am living and i’m so glad to be apart of your world 🌎🤍

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username1: it’s been such an honor to watch your career grow from being side characters on Disney Channel shows to now being the lead role in TLM!

username2: WE LOVE YOU!

joeyb_9: i love you miss little mermaid 💙

↳ yourinstagram: i love you too 🤍

Author’s Note:

i still haven’t watched the live-action The Little Mermaid movie, but once the movie is available to watch on Disney+, i will be bing-watching the movie every chance that i get!

if you have a Instagram AU request, please send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as fast as i can!

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

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[strniohoeee]

im literally obsessed with ur writings❤️ can u do one where reader has social anxiety and matt tells her to be at somewhere for a date(a crowded place)but he forget to go and reader gets a panic attack and then they argue but the end is fluffy

Stuffy

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader 💌

Synopsis: Matt plans a date with Y/N, but he forgets a few days later. When Y/N shows up at the restaurant, and it’s packed she started to suffocate 🖤

Warnings⚠️: Talks of a panic attack, and that’s about it

Song for the imagine: I can’t handle change- Roar

I hated how anxious I was around people who I didn’t know, or how my throat felt like it was closing when the place became too crowded. I always struggled with social anxiety, but as I got older, and went out less it became even worse

Before I dated Matt, and we were all friends they would try and get me to go to a party, but I never ever went. I simply could not. But once Matt and I got closer, and we started dating he paved the way for me to feel more comfortable.

I didn’t go to every event, but I did show up at a lot more places, and many people were proud of how much I’ve accomplished. I was proud of myself too, I mean had you told me a year ago I’d be going to parties, and actually talking to people I would have laughed in your face. But this is all thanks to Matt. He never made me do anything I didn’t want to, and if I was uncomfortable he was always there for me.

Right now I was getting dressed because Matt asked me out on a date about three days ago. He was laying in my bed while we were dozing off.

“Let’s go out Friday night, like 8pm. I have a meeting with Laura, but after that meet me at Garden’s Kitchen” he said while snuggled into me

“Yeah sure I’ll meet you there” I told him, and we fell asleep

So that’s what I was currently getting dressed for, and I was about to head out, and meet him downtown. I was very anxious to travel downtown alone, but I knew the Uber would drop me off in front of the restaurant, and all I had to do was walk in , and meet with Matt.

I got to the restaurant at about 10 after 8, because of traffic, so that already made me anxious. I hopped out of the car, and walked inside…..immediately my heart sank. It was fucking PACKED

My heart started to race, and my palms got sweaty. I started to look around, and my eyes landed on a big sign that said $2 margaritas every Friday.

I was fucking mortified this place was so packed I kept getting bumped into. I shimmied my way to a corner, and pulled out my phone to text Matt

“Hey baby I’m here! It’s packed. Did you get a seat?” I texted him

“Hey babe, where are you?” He asked me

“I’m all the way at the front by the entrance” I texted back

“Wait what? No I mean like where are you?” He asked again

“Oh. I’m at Gardens Kitchen for our date, remember?” I texted back

“A date? I’m sorry baby I don’t remember” he said

My heart started racing even more, and I thought I was about to pass out

“The date you asked me on ... .3 days ago?” I texted back

“I’m really sorry, but I don’t remember” he said

I tried to text him, but my messages weren’t going through, so I tried to call him, but my calls weren’t going through as well….one of us had bad service.

“Excuse me ma’am” I heard so I looked up

“Yes?” I asked

“Are you getting a table or not? Theres people waiting on you” she said rudely

I looked behind me, and a line had formed

“Oh no I’m sorry!” I said back in shock

“So then step off the line” the guy behind me said

“Oh I’m sorry” i said back

Then all of a sudden it just got so loud, and everyone was talking to me, and looking at me, and I swore my hearing was going out

I started to have a panic attack, my vision got blurry, my chest was heavy and I felt like I was going to die. Then all of a sudden the tears started streaming down my face

I ran out of the restaurant trying to ground myself, and with shaky fingers i ordered an Uber to go to the triplets house

It was about a 30 minute drive, my texts and calls still weren’t going through to Matt. I was trying to stay calm but I was so overstimulated I really thought I was going to die

I had gotten to the triplets house, using the pin pad to let myself in. I heard them laughing in the kitchen

I stomped up the stairs

“HOW COULD YOU” I said stomping towards the kitchen

“Baby! Baby! You’re okay” Matt said running up to me

“YOU DIDNT ANSWER ME. YOU LEFT ME THERE AT A BUSY PLACE KNOWING HOW I GET. I HAD PEOPLE YELLING AT ME, AND I HAD A PANIC ATTACK” I said raising my voice

“I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, my phone had no service” he said looking into my eyes

“Matt, you asked me out three days ago…how did you forget? And then you send me to a restaurant that serves $2 margaritas on a Friday night…. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE THERE” I said starting to shake feeling another panic attack beginning to start

“I KNOW, and I’m sorry okay I really didn’t remember. I would never do anything to hurt you” he said pulling me in and rubbing my back

“Matt I felt like I was going to die” I said sobbing into his chest

“Baby it’s okay! You’re here with me. You’re okay. Don’t worry I got you my love. Breathe in and out” he said to me

I was shaking and sobbing and I couldn’t catch my breath

“Can you hear me? Can you hear my voice? Breathe in and out okay here give me your hands” he grabbed my hands and put them on his face

“You can feel me, you feel my jaw, and my nose, you can feel me talking when I put your hands here” he said as he placed my hands on his chest

“Look at me okay look at me” he said, and finally I opened my eyes while I was taking deep shallow breaths

“Look at my eyes, what color are they?” He asked me

“Bl- they’re blue” I said in broken sobs

“And my hair what color is my hair” he said bringing my hands to his hair

“It’s brown” I said taking deeper breaths

“My lips, how do they feel” he said rubbing my finger on his lips

“They feel soft” I said

He placed his hand on my heart

“Breathe in….and out. I got you! You’re okay follow me” he said and started to breathe in and out

I followed his orders, and slowly my heart rate started to go down

“Okay good, very good. You’re okay y/n I’m here with you” he said still having his hand on my heart

“I’m sorry Matt” I said pulling him in for a hug

“This is not your fault. This is all my fault. I sent my baby out to a place, and I wasn’t even there, and I let her down. I let her have a panic attack” he said placing his hand on the back of my head kissing the top of my head

“No Matt you forgot. I should have reminded you” I told him pulling away

“Don’t worry about it baby , okay. This will never ever happen ever again. I will never do some stupid shit like that again” he said walking me over to the kitchen table

Nick handed me water, and Chris gave me my comfort pillow that I had for when I would have a panic attack

“Are you okay?” Nick asked looking at me

“Yes I’m okay” I said nodding my head and taking a sip of water

“I love you so much y/n, and know that I would never do anything to hurt you” he said rubbing my cheek with the back of his hand

“I know Matt. I love you too” I said weakly as I gave in to his touch

That night Matt and I stood attached at the hip, and we ate pizza and watched movies, and honestly I forgot about my panic attacks. Nick and Chris also came in for a bit making sure I was okay and giving me hugs.

I loved Matt so much.

The End

I hope you guys liked this one, and whoever requested lmk how you liked it 🖤💋

-J💅🏽

A/N: I’m 21🧎🏽‍♀️

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic

[heavyhitterheaux]

Reunited and it Doesn't Feel So Good

AN: Toxic!Jack doesn’t make an appearance until the end. There will possibly be a part two and I hope yall like this!

Synopsis: Your boyfriend isn’t spending time with you and you grow tired of it

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader, Urban Wyatt x Best Friend!Reader

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You were as excited as a toddler in a candy store and could hardly sit still since the pilot announced you would be landing in Vegas in the next thirty minutes.

Your job had been a lot lately and you found yourself overwhelmed and needing to be in the arms of your boyfriend.

The boyfriend that was constantly flying all over the country, but you weren't complaining. It got hard at times, but you were proud of him nonetheless.

He's worked his ass off for this and accomplished everything he set out to do and you were more than happy to be along for the ride.

Jack had promised to pick you up from the airport and have lunch before his show at a place he found on his explore page on Instagram that he had been dying to try and waited so you would be able to go with him. It's been two months since you've seen him and you were longing for his touch.

But much to your surprise, Jack wasn’t waiting for you when you landed. 

Strike One

Neelam and Urban were and they were just as excited to see you. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful to see them as well, but your heart sank a little bit noticing he wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Y/N!! I’ve missed you! It’s been too long!” Neelam exclaimed while bringing you in for a tight hug. She was like an older sister to you and you were constantly going to her and Metta for advice.

“I’ve missed you too Nee. I take it you’ve been keeping the boyfriend in check because I obviously can’t trust this one to do it.” you said nodding towards Urban before he pinched you and brought you in for a hug.

“I do my best, but you already know how he is.” She replied before taking your carry-on bag from you.

“Is that how you greet your best friend? Missed you too little mamas.” Urban asked while wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading everyone out to the car.

Urban had been your best friend close to five years and was the reason you met Jack and eventually ended up together. 

“Missed you more and yes because the two of you together causes a whole lot of problems. All I’m going to say is 4th of July 2 years ago.”

“How was I supposed to know the car was full of fireworks before I decided to light my blunt?”

“And almost set the entire block on fire?”

“You’re one to talk. Remember when you and Jack..” You immediately placed your hand over his mouth as your eyes went wide knowing the incident that he was referring to. 

“You take that to the grave Wyatt!” You whisper-yelled before settling in the backseat of the black escalade that would take you all to the hotel in order to let you get settled into your room before heading off to the venue. 

The ride to the hotel took less than ten minutes and before you knew it, Neelam was handing you a room-key before heading off to the venue to make sure everything was running smoothly and Urban helped you with your bags.

“You’re only staying for two weeks, right? Why the fuck is this shit so heavy?” Urban was starting to break a sweat while carrying your bag to the room that you would be sharing along with Jack.

“Shut the hell up, Urby. I have to be prepared for every possible situation we may come across.”

“What the hell do you expect to happen? For us to be fighting bears and shit?”

“You get on my last nerve, I swear.”

You both finally made it to the door before Urban started to take off in the other direction.

“Umm,  where are you going?!”

“Tell your boyfriend to carry those heavy ass bags, I’m done.”

You proceeded to roll your eyes before pulling the room key from your back pocket and inserting it into the slot in the door. Once it had turned green, you opened it to see Jack sitting in the corner with his eyes closed.

So, what exactly was he doing that he couldn’t be bothered to come and get you?

He didn’t even acknowledge your presence and you simply walked over to him and sat in his lap startling him.

“Oh shit, babe you’re here already?!”

“Yes, I told you I would be landing around 2. I was expecting you to come and get me, but having Neelam and Urby do it was a nice surprise.” You replied before bringing your lips to his. 

“I got caught up. I’m sorry, you forgive me?”

“Yes, I’ll let you slide this time. I know you’ve been working hard, but have you actually been sleeping?”

“Of course, I have.”

“Jackman...”

“Okay, not as much as I should but I’m okay. A few more weeks and I get a break.”

By the looks of it, you were thinking he wouldn’t last through the next two days.

“So, are we going to this restaurant or not?” you asked before hopping up and setting your suitcases in the closet.

They weren’t even that heavy so you had no idea what Urban was talking about. 

“Oh, fuck.” Jack muttered while looking over at you.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” You were now growing increasingly annoyed and getting frustrated. 

“Babe, I’m scheduled for a zoom interview in like twenty minutes, but Urban can take you.” 

Now you rolled your eyes and began to catch somewhat of an attitude.

“You said you would take me, not Urban.”

“I know, mamas. Today has just been so busy, but I promise to make it up to you, okay?” He replied while placing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Fine, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

--

This was the recurring theme for the entire first week. Keep in mind you took off for two weeks to be with your man, but your man was everywhere else but with you and there was only one week left before you had to fly back. You were growing frustrated, and everyone around you could tell. Urban being your best friend tried to keep you entertained, but that only went so far. Of course you loved being around your best friend, but all you wanted was for your boyfriend to give you attention.  

Strike Two

Neelam mentioned that Jack had off the rest of the afternoon and your heart jumped at the thought of having him all to yourself and you planned on taking advantage of it. As far as you were concerned everyone else could wait. 

“Babe, how about we go sight-seeing?” You asked while sitting next to him. He was typing away on his phone, not paying you any attention so you spoke up again.

“Jack..”

Nothing.

“Jackman!”

“Damn, what? You see I’m doing something.”

“First of all, lose the attitude. I asked if you wanted to go sight-seeing.” It was your first time being in Houston and wanted to check out some places that one of your friends back home had recommended since she used to live in the area. 

“Can’t Urban go with you?”

“Is Urban my boyfriend? I flew out here to come and see you yet, I feel like you’ve neglected me for the past week. All I’ve been doing is hanging out with Urban.”

“What do you expect me to do? Drop everything because you suddenly show up?”

“I didn’t ask you to drop anything. But all of the plans we made have been blown off by you and I didn’t suddenly show up. You knew I was coming.” 

Jack suddenly sighed and if you were mad before, you were pissed now.

“Why did I even bother coming if you were just going to ignore me this whole time?”

“No one is ignoring you. You kind of make it difficult with you constantly fucking yelling in my ear.”

“Wait a minute. You’re mad because I want to spend time with you after not seeing you for two months? Did I get that right?”

“Y/N, that isn’t even what I said so stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Well, it sure does sound like it. I don’t even know why I bothered coming at this point.”

“Well, you can leave. The door is right over there and no one is stopping you.”

Strike Fucking Three 

Your jaw hit the floor after hearing his response and you were in disbelief that he had just said that to you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Jackman?”

Now he knew for a fact you were beyond pissed when you brought out the government name.

“I’m tired of your constant nagging. That’s my fucking problem.”

“But, you were the one who asked no... begged for me to come and see you and this is how I get treated?”

“You knew how it would be when we started dating, so why are you switching up now?”

“No one is switching up anything. I get your job is demanding, I truly do. But there is no reason for me to be ignored by my boyfriend who is in the same room.”

“I swear the only thing you know how to do is complain.”

“Fuck you Jackman.” You yell as you make your way towards the door and slammed it without another word.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you wanted to get as far away as possible from your boyfriend. 

Jack simply shrugged before giving his phone his undivided attention before he had been interrupted by you.

“She’ll be back.”

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[jawritter]

My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count:  2k

Prompt: First Christmas Together

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Feelings!!!

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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As holidays go… it really hasn't been a bad one. As of her holiday track history, that was really saying something. In fact, she can't remember the last time she'd laughed so much. 

It was easy, natural, having Dean here. Nothing like she thought it would have been the morning she found out he was coming. She just fell right in with the brothers in a way that surprised her, and Dean was a big part in that. She figured she would have been a third wheel to the men all weekend, but that was not the case. 

She was no idiot either. While she'd not gotten a chance to confront Sam face to face without Dean around concerning the nature of Dean's arrival for Christmas, she was pretty sure that judging by the subtle smiles and smirks she'd caught him making that every time Dean reached to touch her, that this is exactly why Sam wanted Dean here. He was trying to sit her up with his older brother. 

At first, she thought the idea nuts. Why the hell would Sam want her to hook up with Dean of all people?! But as the day drew to a close, and the food had been cooked, the kitchen cleaned, the impressive amount of alcohol drank, it seemed like he was trying his best to shove them together more and more. Even when they'd sat to watch a movie between rounds of Whiskey Poker, he'd made sure to take the only freestanding chair in the room, so that she would have no other choice than to sit next to Dean. 

"Okay, the two of you win!" Sam relented with a cough after he sat down the shot glass onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I can't fucking drink anymore or I'm going to die of Alcohol poisoning."

"Oh come on Sammy," Dean chuckled, "don't be a bitch."

"No," Sam continued to cough, "I haven't gotten drunk enough to vomit sin—" 

Sam stopped mid sentence, as if he almost said something he would have regretted, but Dean was quick, and continued before Y/N could call out his bluff. 

"Since we had to stay at that old B&B we helped the mom and her daughter move out," Dean said. "God you were only in your, what, early, mid twenties?" 

Sam pulled the best bitchface she ever saw him accomplish, which only served to further amuse Dean. 

"Yeah, well at least I can even still get drunk," Sam fired back, and Dean snorted with indignation. 

"I can still get drunk," Dean argued, forgoing the shot glass and drinking straight from the bottle. 

Fuck she didn't know if it was the alcohol already coursing through her sex depraved system, but the way his plump, pink lips wrapped around the neck of that bottle has her shivering in her seat. God what she'd give to have his mouth on her. 

"Name the last time you were drunk?" Sam argued. "I don't mean baseline tipsy either, I mean passing out waisted."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he thought about that for a moment. 

"Exactly," Sam said after a moment, his chest puffed out, proud he'd proven his point. Goddamn lawyer. 

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Dean insisted. 

Sam gestured widely to the room as if to say, well, we're waiting.

"It must have been the night Sarah di—"  Dean stopped, swallowing heavily, and Sam's face softened. "It must have been the night Sarah passed away," Dean willed himself to finish. 

"Who was Sarah?" Y/N questioned softly, and Dean jumped slightly as he turned his gaze to her with a clear of his throat. 

"She was my fiancé," he revealed to her with a sad smile. "She passed away from Pancreatic Cancer." 

"Fuck I'm so sorry Dean, I shouldn't have asked, I–" 

"It's okay," he quickly assured her by placing a heavy hand onto her thigh. "It was a while ago. Which stands to reason I'm not a complete drunk Sammy. It has been over a year since I got that drunk."

"Which only means what?" Sam recovered quickly. Y/N could see color rising in Sam's cheeks as Sam and Dean continued to banter back and forth. Y/N, on the other hand, felt very foolish, and just kept her mouth shut as she watched them. 

She had a tendency to put her foot in her mouth, always had, but she wished she would have never asked Dean who Sarah was. The look on his face when he said her name told her ALL she needed to know. He'd loved her. He wasn't interested in Y/N, it was a memory she couldn't compare too.

She felt like a fool to have thought that maybe Dean just might be interested in her, that Sam might be attempting to hook them up, or that Dean cared about her at all. It was nothing but a fantasy of a foolish girl. 

"Hey sweetheart, you okay? You're not gonna tap out on me too are you?" Dean questioned, and she did her best to smile at him through the tightness in her chest.

"No, I'm okay," she said, and he squeezed her thigh before taking another swig of the bottle in his hand. Sam was right. He was taking the stuff down as if it were water instead of almost 80 proof alcohol. She was pretty sure he couldn't get drunk anymore. If she had been drinking like that, super would have already made a famous reappearance. 

"Well, I'm drunk," Sam admitted, slapping his hand on his thigh dramatically. "I'm gonna go pass out because I haven't got the tolerance of Dean just yet. 

"And you never will," Dean shot back. 

"Bitch." 

"Jerk."

Sam staggered as he shot Dean the finger, and stumbled his way down the hallway.  Dean only snorted a laugh as he finished off the liquor bottle. 

"I didn't think he'd ever go to bed," Dean said, turning on the couch so that he was facing her. 

Y/N smiled at him a little, still caught in her own mind, and Dean seemed to sense it, because his face softened. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N insisted. 

"Then come here," Dean pressed. "It's cold in here, come sit with me." 

At first Y/N was hesitant, but after a moment, he looked so adorable sitting there with the blanket lifted as an invitation, she couldn't refuse. 

"There we go," Dean said confidently as he pulled her into his arms and settled the blanket around them. "For a minute I thought I said something wrong." 

"You didn't," Y/N insisted. "I just… ya know, don't want to cross any boundaries." 

"Boundaries?" Dean questioned. "No baby, you didn't. I'm sorry if I made you think that." 

"You didn't, and I don't want you to think that I was pressuring you to spend time with me either."

"You haven't pressured me to spend time with you hun, I'm here because I want to be here. I want to spend time with you." 

Y/N nodded and laid-back her head against Dean's chest.  He was so warm, solid. There was a security in the way his arm dropped over her waist, and laced their fingers together on top of her hand. She could have stayed there forever. Just like that. 

"Listen, don't let old ghosts ruin our night. Sarah and I… It was a long time ago." 

"It hasn't ruined anything Dean," she assured him. "You had a life before I moved in with Sam and you came down for Christmas. It's not like we're anything… ya know, other than maybe friends, and even if we were more than that I'm not going to hold something like that against you!" 

"You'd be surprised of the people that do," he admitted as he reached for the other open bottle on the table offering it to her, and she refused before he brought it up to his own lips. 

"Well, I'm not one of those people," she said. "In fact, I'd love to hear more about your life before, when you and Sam were traveling together."

Dean physical tensed behind her, and for a moment, she thought she'd fucked things up horribly.

"How much has he told you?" Dean questioned.

"Not a lot," she admitted as Dean took another deep pull from the bottle, and she turned slightly to watch him. 

She desperately wanted to tell him to put the bottle down. Stop hiding behind it. Stop using it to deal with the ‘ghost’ in his past, but that wasn’t her place. 

“There’s not much to tell really,” he deflected as he placed the glass bottle back onto the table, his pale green gaze flickering over every line of her face, ever freckle, every imperfection, but she couldn’t pull away if she wanted to, he was so breathtaking up close. It was startling. “Besides, I think I’d much rather focus on getting to know you, if that’s okay. I promise you, it’s much more interesting than any horror story I could tell you.”

“Who says it’s a horror story,” she countered, and he smirked at her as he raised his hand to trace the outer edge of her cheek and jaw, his eyes moving along with the moments. His touch was soft. As if she was some precious thing that he might break if he weren’t careful. She’d never been valued that way before, and it took her breath away from her, in just one simple touch.

“Because nothing I’ve lived through or done is worth looking back on when I have you laying right here with me. That’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long, long time.”

Dean’s movements were slow, calculated as he leaned forward, brushing her hair away from her face as his nose bumped hers, and his large hand carefully cradled her, lingering only a moment, only a heartbeat before he allowed his lips to brush over hers, testing the waters to see if she’d pull away, and when she didn’t, mostly because she was too caught up in the intoxicating feeling of it, the mean voices in her head finally silenced, he captured her lips in his own, breathing her in like a drowning man, desperate for another breath of air that only she could supply.

Read Chapter 7 HERE!!!

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The New Fifth Year

Part 5

Ominis Gaunt x f!Slytherin Reader

Summary: After Y/N and Ominis's spat in Hogsmeade, the pair are forced to begin speaking again due to Sebastian's elaborately dangerous plans to seek out a cure for Anne.

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: None. Angst and plenty of Ominis fluff!!

Notes: So much Ominis fluff I really enjoyed writing this one. May not be 100% canonically correct, but this chapter is based off of the In the Shadow of the Study quest. Enjoy <3

Read Part 4 here

It had been about a month since the trip to Hogsmeade. Autumn had well and truly crept over the castle grounds now, its landscape littered with golden and auburn leaves. To your delight, pumpkins were everywhere. You adored Halloween, and it made your heart sing a little every time you noticed beautifully lit and arranged pumpkins all over the castle.

Your studies were coming along merrily, you’d advanced so much within your first two months at Hogwarts and you felt proud of your own accomplishments. Your best class was by far Defence Against the Dark Arts, and you felt you owed most of that success to your closest friend here, Sebastian Sallow. The two of you had become pretty much inseparable. The pair of you met in the Undercroft most nights of the week now, practising dueling or just having lazy evenings together, sharing stories and gossiping. Those evenings you treasured, it was a blessing to have found another student so like minded as you. You just clicked. 

Sebastian had begun to open up to you more and one evening you asked about his sister, Anne. He’d mentioned Anne a few times, mentioning her illness and her willingness to come back to Hogwarts. You were dumbfounded when you learned that a goblin had cursed the boy’s twin sister. It pained you to see your best friend suffering like this, learning that his Uncle and seemingly Anne herself, had resigned themselves to never finding a cure. You agreed with Sebastian on this matter, surely there had to be something that could be done. 

You were very rarely interrupted on your evenings in the Undercroft. There was only one person that could interrupt you, the only other student to know about the place, Ominis Gaunt, of course.

You and Sebastian had been sitting opposite each other one evening, relaxing after a rather intense dueling session. You were joking about a rumour you’d both heard about Leander Prewett, when you heard the thunk.

The door to the undercroft swung open, the metal grate lifting automatically to let in the intruder. Ominis entered, his wand outstretched, and the laughter between the two of you died almost immediately. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” Ominis uttered, stopping in the doorway abruptly when he’d heard multiple voices.

Both you and Sebastian went quiet. Ominis and Sebastian were still on friendly terms, the fight didn’t after all have anything to do with Sebastian. This didn’t stop Sebastian's face falling at the sight of his oldest friend, causing him to look between the two of you and swallow thickly.

“Ominis-” Sebastian begun, but it was no use, Ominis had spun around on his heel and exited as quickly as he’d entered.

“Why can’t the two of you just make up?” Sebastian whined, pleading with soft eyes.

“No, he can come to me when he stops being so… stuck up.” You said, flatly. That had ended that conversation.

Now, several weeks after the incident, neither you or Ominis had spoken a word to each other. Not even so much as a polite acknowledgement. This was perfectly fine by you of course, it seemed to be Sebastian having the most trouble with his two friends fighting. 

On this particular day, it was a chilly, Tuesday morning. Ominis and Sebastian were the only two boys left in the fifth year dormitory, everyone else having left for breakfast.

Sebastian kept sighing, and Ominis could hear him very distinctively gritting his teeth and rubbing his hands together. Sebastian shrugged his robes on, and began pacing up and down the dorm, waiting for Ominis to follow suit.

“What is it?” Ominis asked, in a harsher tone than he had intended.

Sebastian stopped his pacing, and looked up at his friend. His cheeks had flushed scarlet, and his eyes almost seemed glazed over.

“Hmm?” Sebastian murmured.

“What is wrong with you? You are pacing and it’s driving me slightly insane.” Ominis observed, collecting his own tie and draping it around his neck.

“Oh, I’m just- Well.” Sebastian stuttered, and began wringing his hands together and pacing again. He drew a breath before continuing. “Listen, I know you don’t like Y/N, I know that. But, I think- I think I like her.”

Ominis stopped fiddling with his green striped tie for a second, almost frozen to the spot, and turned his head upwards towards Sebastian. After a moment’s pause, he said

“Well, I should hope you like her. You’re never apart from her, I’d have trouble spending that much time around somebody I disliked.” Ominis knew exactly what his friend had meant, but didn’t want to acknowledge it. He couldn’t hear this, he didn’t want to hear this. His stomach had sunk to the floor at Sebastians confession, his throat feeling like it was on fire.

“No, Ominis, I mean, I like like her. I just think,” Sebastian sighed and Ominis heard him plop down on his bed. “She’s just … amazing. And we just get each other, you know? I mean we can spend hours talking and laughing and-”

“Sorry, I’m failing to understand why you are telling me this.” Ominis interrupted sharply, his tie sorted and straight.

“Well, I know you don’t like Y/N but, if I were to ask her out, I don’t want that stopping us being friends. I really want the two of you to get along.” Sebastian fumbled his words, and took a deep breath in the silence that followed.

The two of them remained still for a moment, facing each other but not saying a word. Sebastian was eyeing Ominis carefully, he really wished Ominis didn’t have such a great poker face.

“You do as you wish Sebastian, I must go now.” Ominis spoke finally, but it was curt and cold. He swiftly headed towards the dormitory exit, leaving Sebastian alone, sitting on his bed.

-

With the week drawing to a close, the weekend was close in sight. The familiar end of week buzz encapsulated the castle, but it was amplified by the fact Saturday was Halloween. You of course, couldn’t wait. Not that you were sure you were celebrating, after all, what did the students of Hogwarts do on Halloween?

“Well, there’s the feast of course.” Sebastian informed you, as you met in the Astronomy tower to walk back to the common room. Divination on Friday afternoon was now hell. You’d been moved seats, now sitting next to Natsai. It had avoided a terribly awkward situation with being seated next to Ominis, however you now couldn’t complain about how much you despised the class to Natty, considering her mother was the professor. It made Friday afternoons incredibly dull, and a part of you did miss Ominis’s sarcastic quips and pathetic attempts to predict your impending doom.

“A feast? Isn’t there a feast every evening in the Great Hall?” You laughed, the two of you making your way down a set of stairs.

“Well, I suppose yes but this is the Halloween feast, they do make it a bit more fancy. I’m not totally fussed about going myself. I have something else in mind for tomorrow evening.”

“Oh? Do tell.” You smiled and nudged Sebastian playfully, but the look on his face told you his plans didn’t seem to coincide with the fun Halloween spirit you’d been hoping for.

“Has Ominis ever mentioned anything about Slytherins Scriptorium?”

-

Why you had agreed to this, you did not know. Sebastian was a dear friend, and you desperately wanted to help Anne, but loitering around the dungeon corridors on Saturday evening when the rest of the school were enjoying the Halloween feast, was not your idea of fun. But, you couldn’t deny that part of it gave you a small thrill.

You met Sebastian pacing the corridor in front of a seemingly normal wall.

“Is this it?” You asked as you approached, your voice and footsteps echoing across the vast halls.

Sebastian sighed, “I think so. I’m positive it’s here, it makes sense. Just how to get in…”

He continued pacing and examining minuscule details on the wall, you peered round him but couldn’t see how anything was special about this specific area.

“What makes you so sure it’s here?” You questioned.

“Ominis mentioned something about it once, but he’s always refused to tell me exactly where it is. Probably afraid I’ll go looking.”

“He was correct.” You muttered to yourself quietly, until a voice answered.

“Yes, it would seem so.” A cold voice some distance away travelled down the corridor to your ears. The pair of you whipped around to find Ominis making his way down the corridor towards you both. You wondered briefly how he’d heard you at such distance, concluding that his range of hearing must be impeccably greater than everyone else’s.

This was the first time Ominis had spoken to you directly in weeks, you were frankly a little stunned.

“Ominis, what are you doing here? How did you know-“ Sebastian began.

“The only two people not present at the Halloween feast. What could the pair of you possibly be getting up to whilst the whole school is distracted in the Great Hall? The answer seemed obvious.” Ominis stated, his silky voice still echoing in the corridor. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you had missed it.

Clearing your throat, you spoke to the boy finally. 

“Why did you come looking?” 

Ominis tilted his head towards the sound of your voice, you couldn’t tell if he seemed almost shocked that you’d spoken to him.

“To stop him of course. Sebastian, please leave this alone. I can promise you, you will not find a cure for Anne in the Dark Arts. The price to pay will be far bigger than-“ 

But Sebastian cut him off.

“I will not stop. Everyone has given up, everyone. Except me. And Y/N is willing to help.” 

Sebastian’s emotions were fuelling his words, and you stepped towards him for a moment and placed your hand on his arm to prevent him from saying something he’d regret. You met his gaze for a second, a silent “let me handle this”. Sebastian physically relaxed slightly, his shoulders slumping and he stepped back.

“Ominis, I know we haven’t really been speaking. And I’m sorry, we can talk about that another time. I, I just think that if there’s something that can be done, it should be explored. With caution and care of course. I won’t let this be taken too far, I promise.” You ended your sentence in almost a whisper. You studied Ominis’s face once you’d finished, his pale expression faltering slightly at your words. He looked as handsome as ever, as your eyes traveled across to the beauty marks that decorated his pale skin so perfectly.

“There’s no telling what lies in there, Y/N. I can’t allow you both to go in.” Ominis replied, his jaw clenched but his tone softer than before. 

“But you do know how to get in?” Sebastian chimed in.

Ominis swallowed thickly, and indicated that he had a good idea.

“Ominis, if you come with us, there’s strength in numbers. Surely there wouldn’t be anything dangerous in there that would be housed at Hogwarts.” You reassured him softly, but not quite believing your own words.

Ominis began to explain about his aunt, and how she had never returned from the Scriptorium. Both you and Sebastian were lost for words for a moment.

“Can’t you see what I’ve been trying to tell you Sebastian? This is dangerous.” Ominis pleaded to his oldest friend.

You both paused for a second, and you gave Sebastian another look as if not to interfere. 

“Ominis, I’m truly sorry about your aunt. But… isn’t a little part of you curious to know what happened to her? Your aunt went alone, we can do this together.” You said, gently. Ominis seemed to consider this for a second, his brow softly knitted together in thought.

“Me and Sebastian will go, you stay here.” Ominis said suddenly, after a moment's silence. Your eyes widened at his words, and you stepped back as he propelled past you towards the wall and Sebastian.

“Sorry?” You scoffed.

“You will stay here, there’s no telling what lies in there.” Ominis stated firmly. Sebastian seemed to think it best he stayed quiet. 

“I am absolutely not staying here. What happened to strength in numbers? Besides, you both definitely need all the help you can get.” You quipped back.  “I am joining you and that is final.”

There was no more discussion after that, you were firm on your stance and Ominis knew better than to push it further. The three of you pieced together how to gain access to the secret Scriptorium, you cast Confringo at three pillars that lined the corridor and a doorway emerged in the wall, revealing a dark entryway.

Sebastian stepped inside first, Ominis insisting you go in between the two of them. The door closed behind the three of you with a loud thud.

The Scriptorium was dark and uninviting, cold drafts occurred that made you shiver and you hugged your robes around yourself tighter. The three of you cast Lumos, allowing some light to bathe the desolate passage.

“This is quite something.” Sebastian murmured, taking in his surroundings as you and Ominis followed.

“Let’s just find what you’re looking for and leave.” Ominis snapped.

At that moment, a crash rang through the dungeon like an alarm. You jumped, your breath catching in your throat. 

“Sorry, sorry that was me.” Sebastian called back, and you whipped your wand forwards in an attempt to see what was happening. A shattered vase littered the stone floor. It was only till your heart had stopped thudding in your ears did you notice you’d been gripping onto Ominis’s robes.

“Oh, sorry.” You muttered in a whisper, as you let go swiftly. He didn’t respond.

You approached what seemed to be a broken mural scattered across the stone floor of the passage. Casting Repairo, the mural magically spun back together, neatly placing its now fixed pieces on the wall. As the pieces fitted together, a strange hissing began to encompass the passage. It was deeply unsettling, quiet enough to allow you to hear it but not loud enough for you to decipher what it was saying. 

“What’s that?” You whispered, and a short silence lingered in the air after you’d spoken.

“It’s telling me to speak to it.” Ominis said all of a sudden, standing next to the door. You glanced at the boy with a confused expression, and you turned, shooting a look at Sebastian to see if he understood Ominis’s words. Before Sebastian could utter anything, Ominis began speaking. Well, you weren’t sure if speaking was the right term for it. More like a peculiar, unsettling hissing sound that made the hair on the back of your neck prickle. Not dissimilar to what was echoing around the passage.

The once firmly sealed door that stood before you all was now unlocking, serpents jolting in different directions, allowing the door to swing open. You were taken a back for a second, your shocked expression immediately finding Sebastian once again.

“Parsel tongue.” Sebastian explained quietly. “Language of snakes. Salazar Slytherin himself was a Parselmouth, it makes sense that was the only way in.” 

Your wide-eyed gaze returned to Ominis. 

“Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.” You complimented. You weren’t sure why you felt very hot all of a sudden. 

“Between the two of you, I’m starting to feel a bit left out.” Sebastian murmured, his stare fixing on you both as he followed you through the now open entrance.

��Between the two of us?” Ominis queried, but Sebastian went silent.

The entrance revealed more of the same, dark stone passageway but this time, it seemed more complex.

“Goodness, it seems easy to get lost in here.” You commented, mostly to yourself, your voice softly reverberating against the icy stone walls.

“This is why I did not want to come.” Ominis uttered through almost gritted teeth.

The three of you explored for a short while. Sebastian took his time to examine every nook and cranny he could, whilst Ominis gave up quickly in his search, not wanting to be involved and began pacing in the same spot, You were desperately trying to find a way forward, very aware of Ominis’s extreme discomfort. 

You stumbled upon a letter, a journal entry. You skim read the piece of parchment, eyes widening as you digested what you read. Noctua Gaunt. Ominis’s aunt. You called out to the boy, who was still pacing before he headed over to you.

“What is it?” Ominis asked, joining you by your side. Your shoulders brushed together as he joined you, only briefly, but it was enough to make you stumble over your words slightly.

“O-Ominis, it’s your aunt. She was here. This must be one of her journal entries. She was trying to prove that there was more to Slytherin’s beliefs than dark magic. And that it was unnecessary that his descendants follow that path.”

“Yes, and I adored her for that.” Ominis said, softly. A painful emotion plagued his features, and you looked up at him. A deep ache settling in your chest. You began to feel a pang of guilt for your behavior towards Ominis over the past few weeks. He didn’t deserve it.

“Oh Ominis, I’m so sorry.” You said softly, all of a sudden pulling him into a long awaited embrace. He remained stiff at first, startled by the immediate contact, but after a moment you felt his shoulders relax and his hands found your waist.

“I’m sorry, for everything.” You whispered in his ear, ensuring that he understood you weren’t just talking about his aunt and tears threatened to spill. You felt him intake breath, as if going to respond, until-

“What’s going on?” Sebastian rounded the corner and you pulled away immediately, wiping your eyes fast. Sebastian's eyes darted between the two of you and you could tell, even in the dim light of the Scriptorium, that his gaze had darkened.

“I just found this note from Ominis’s aunt.” You said thickly, passing the note over to Sebastian for him to see for himself. He took the parchment from you, his brown eyes scanning over the neat handwriting. 

“We’re a step closer to finding out what happened to her, Ominis.” Sebastian stated, before placing the note down and returning round the corner he’d appeared from. 

After solving a handful of serpent shaped puzzles, you seemed to progress through the corridor, finding yourselves in another small, dark room with a damp floor. Upon entering, a sickening thud occurred, indicating the door had just locked behind you, leaving you trapped once again.

“We are trapped in here. This means that Salazar Slytherin is not yet finished with us.” Ominis groaned fearfully and began pacing once again. You bit your lip, anxiety washing over you as you scanned the room, not seeing an obvious escape route.

What you did see however, caused your breath to hitch in your throat. A pile of skeletal remains lay beside a strange portrait facing the end wall. Next to it, another note. Your hand trembling slightly, you reached forward to retrieve it. 

It was Noctua Gaunt. She had died here, unable to find her way to freedom. You exchanged a worried glance with Sebastian as you passed him the note, the two of you choosing to not verbalise what you’d found right away. Sebastian cleared his throat, indicating that he had finished reading it. The two of you stood for a second in silence, until you made your way over to Ominis and gently broke the news to him.

“Oh, poor Aunt Noctua. I knew this was a bad idea, I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to talk me into it!” Ominis cried, his jaw clenched and his face flushed in a mixture of anger and fear.

“We will figure a way out of this Ominis, I promise.” You tried to reassure the boy, but to no avail.

“I’ve got it.” Sebastian murmured, as he stared at the rather unsettling image of what looked like distorted faces. You approached him, asking him to elaborate. 

“We have to cast the Cruciatus Curse. It’s our only way out. It’s etched there, on the floor. The reason Noctua died was because she had no one to cast it on. This has to be it.”

Your face contorted slightly at the realisation of what one of you had to do. 

“Ominis has the most experience with this, he should-” Sebastian began.

“No!” Ominis yelled firmly from the other side of the small room.

“Why do you have experience, Ominis?” You gasped, unable to imagine what you saw as such a gentle soul, inflicting such excruciating torture on another living being. Ominis could appear cold on the exterior, Merlin knows you’ve been on the receiving end of it, but deep down, you refused to accept that Ominis would hurt a fly.

“I’m very surprised Sebastian hasn’t told you, he seems to enjoy flaunting my family secrets. There’s a reason I don’t speak to my family, Y/N. They’re the type of witches and wizards who think torturing muggles is a recreational activity. I was subjected to the most heinous acts as a child, and I happen to have had the Cruciatius curse casted on me myself. I would never wish any living thing to experience it.” Ominis trailed off, his voice breaking in his throat. You broke your gaze from the boy, tears welling in your eyes and throat burning. You wanted to go over to him, comfort him and tell him it was okay and that you were never going to let anyone hurt him ever again. Instead, all you could manage was a pathetic whisper of an apology as a tear trickled down your cheek. 

Sebastian turned to you after Ominis’s grave confession, and urged you both to continue.

“We have to cast Crucio to get out of here, I refuse to end up like Noctua all because Ominis refuses to use Dark Magic. I can teach you the curse.” 

“You didn’t tell me you knew how to cast Crucio?” You responded.

“I’m not sure I do, but we have to try. I can teach you it and you can cast it on me. Or, I can cast it on you.”

“No.” Both you and Ominis spoke the same word at the same time. Ominis stepped forward, putting himself in between you and Sebastian.

“I will not allow that. You cannot let him cast it on you. Sebastian, don’t you dare.” Ominis almost begged.

“Ominis, it’s okay. I don’t want to learn the curse. And I can’t cast it on Sebastian, I won’t.” your worried gaze met the brown eyes of the Sallow boy as you spoke. 

“It’s okay, we must do this. I can handle it.” You reassured him softly. Ominis murmured small pleading protests as you stepped away, positioning yourself directly in front of Sebastian. 

“I shan’t forget this.” Sebastian uttered, and with that, he brought his wand up behind his head and screamed ‘Crucio!’. An explosion of red electricity burst from the tip of his wand, the scarlet light engulfing your body. You felt all the air leave your lungs as you gasped and your knees gave way. Collapsing to the ground, you fought your hardest to stifle your screams of agony, but it was no use, as every nerve ending in your entire body felt as if it was being set alight and peeled from your very skin and bones. A haze of white light clouded over your vision, your senses completely dulled from the sheer agonising pain you were experiencing.

And then, just like, it ceased.

You were kneeling there on the ground, your tights and skirt soaked from being in contact with the damp floor, but this was the least of your worries. Your entire body trembled and a bead of sweat glistened on your forehead. You felt a warm hand take yours, and an arm snake around your back and you happily leant into it allowing the arm to take the weight of your limp body.

“Y/N?! Y/N, are you alright?” A distant voice rang in your ears, and you clung onto it as you forced your eyes open to reveal Ominis hovering over you. Your breathing was still heavy and uneven, your pulse pounding in your ears. Ominis gently shook you and stroked a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” He pleaded.

“Yes, yes. I’m alright.” You managed to breathe finally, wincing as you tried to get to your feet as you regained awareness of your surroundings. Sebastian was standing rigid, still opposite you, looking stunned and like he was about to be violently ill. 

“Careful now, can you stand?” Ominis asked. “Here, hold onto me.” 

Ominis pulled your arm around his neck and he helped you to your feet. You didn’t protest or say another word, just allowed yourself to be led, your body still shaking from the shock.

-

The three of you had made it out of Slytherin’s Scriptorium alive. Sebastian had found some sort of book he vowed to study, and the three of you had exited back out and towards your common room. Ominis hadn’t let go of you yet.

You weren’t sure what time it was by the time the three of you entered the common room, there weren’t any students around, indicating that the feast in the Great Hall continued. Ominis guided you gently towards one of the velvet plush sofa’s next to the roaring fire. You sank down into the cushions as the fire warmed your body, it felt glorious and soothed the dull ache that plagued your entire body tremendously.

“Thank you, Ominis.” You breathed, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second as you allowed yourself to sink deeper into the cushions and close your eyes.

“Here, have this.” Ominis breathed, and you felt him gently caress the back of your head with his hand, tilting it forward slightly and placing a soft throw cushion behind you for support.

“Is that okay?” He asked, and you hummed a yes and your eyes remained closed as you settled into a deep slumber.

-

“What is wrong with you?” A hazy voice hissed.

“I didn’t know things were going to escalate that far.” A second one snapped back.

“That’s entirely the issue, Sebastian. You never know when to stop. To think the agony and the pain you put her through, and it’s still not enough, is it?”

Your ears perked up as hushed, harsh tones awakened you. You couldn’t quite process what you were hearing at first.

“I will find that relic Ominis, I have to. If I don’t, then Y/N went through that for nothing. I can’t stop now, don’t you see?”

“No, Sebastian. Quite frankly, I don’t see anything.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, you know what I meant.”

Eyes remaining firmly shut, you kept your ears tuned. From the warmth of the fire and your slightly upright position, you guessed you were still in the common room. You can’t have been asleep that long because you couldn’t hear anyone else around. Sebastian and Ominis seemed to be the only two people in your company presently.

“I have told you so many times about the devastating effects that Dark Magic has had on me. On my family. It destroys everything and everyone you love.” Ominis pleaded in a whisper.

“Dark Magic has already destroyed my family. Using Dark Magic to reverse the curse is not the same as casting Crucio on muggles.” Sebastian replied, darkly.

There was a silence for a second, that lingered in the air unpleasantly, the only sound filling the room being that of the crackling fireplace.

“You claim to have feelings for Y/N. If this is true, I advise you to stop. Now.” Ominis hushed, a dark tone lacing his voice that you hadn’t heard before. It took you a second before you realised what he’d just said.

Sebastian has feelings for me?

A silence hung in the air again, and the dull ache seemed to return to your body, weighing you down again and causing you to sink further into the cushions. Your eyelids grew heavier, and as much as you fought to stay awake, desperate to hear the conclusion to this conversation, the lack of sound in the room did nothing to stimulate your brain and fight your tiredness. Before you knew it, you’d drifted off once again into a deep sleep. 

-

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #fan fic #sebastian x reader #ominis x reader #mc x ominis gaunt

[wolfnanaki]

2023 Retrospective

It’s hard to describe what happened this year. So much of it doesn’t seem real, and if it weren’t for me living through it and writing it down, I’d have assumed I dreamed it. Sometimes, you don’t realize the full scope of “life comes at you fast” until you’re living through it. And I don’t want to discuss major world events because fuck, there’s no way I could say anything meaningful about them.

If I were to give the short version, I’d call this a “silver lining” year for me. Lots of bad things happened, but good things came out of some of them, or at the very least, I had reason to keep going. I lost my job, my dog died, I got doxed, just to name a few. But I’ve also been using the time off work to improve my physical and mental health. I’ve made several new friends, some surprising friendships that I didn’t see coming. I’ve been privately chugging away at some writing projects that I can’t wait to show you all soon, once it’s time.

And if you were to tell me three years ago after the PS5 reveal stream that my entire online presence in 2023 would be swallowed up by Goodbye Volcano High, I’d find that hard to believe. But that’s kinda what happened. It’s a beautiful game that stole my heart and gave me new inspiration for stories and analysis. To all of the KO_OP staff, I'm so glad you didn't buckle against all the adversity you faced and gave us this heartfelt, unique, memorable game. I wish you all nothing but further success and accolades on your future projects, I can't wait to see what you've got coming up.

I want this new year to be one of positive change and growth. I’ve been applying to so many jobs and rebuilding my resume, and I’ve had some interviews lately that I hope to lead somewhere good. Plus there are aforementioned writing projects I’m hoping to share soon! And this April will mark my third year of being on HRT, which is kinda wild to think about. Being openly trans online can be scary, but I'm proud to be who I am.

I shouldn’t drag this on for longer than it needs to be, so I think I’ll call it here.

Thank you so much to all of my amazing friends, old and new, for making this year memorable, for keeping me going when shit got rough, for everything, really. I hope all of you reading this have an amazing new year filled with love, accomplishment, and good health.

Love, Nanaki

#Nanaki's Thoughts #Happy New Year #retrospective

[chronically-autistic-dinosaur]

Happy 25th Birthday Shawn🎂 Wishing you an amazing day filled with health, happiness, and peace. You’ve had a year full of growth and I’m so proud of all you’ve accomplished ❤️ I love and miss you so much, and I can’t wait until you come back.

You’re an inspiration to many and just know you are truly loved on your special day 🫶🏻

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #mendes army #happy birthday shawn mendes #birthday boy #25 years old

[galvanizedfriend]

I already left a massive paragraph on ao3 about how I feel about that last chapter but I thought I’d come on here and do the same.

I feel as if I’m running out of words on how enchanting, mind blowing and damn right beautiful this story is (even with the amount of angst and crying I’ve done on this series 😂) this series is one rare gem in a sea of rocks. Where everything just comes together, where nothing feels forced. While I know that this series is just a rewritten version of ‘The Originals’ the way you have given this series life, given it more depth is just mind blowing to me. Without even going into klaroline and how that is just in a field of its own the way you have given Klaus, Elijah, Marcel and even Camille more character, more growth is just… beautiful to read.

I can’t talk about klaroline without getting sappy over how you’ve written them. They are soulmates and deserve their happy ending together. Their love is just written beautifully in this series. I literally hear their voices through your writing because you’ve done such an excellent job in keeping the core of who they were from the show and bringing it into your own world!

I can’t count how many times I’ve re-read this series back to back because I never want to leave this universe, to leave these characters.

While I’m excited to begin this new season, to be a part of these characters lives for longer I’m also emotional over the fact that, hopefully for you 😂, we will possibly say goodbye to them before the end of this year (and I am not prepared for that)

I can’t wait to see your growth this year in your writing (don’t know how it can be any better than it already is mind you!) you should be immensely proud of this series and what you’ve accomplished.

Can’t wait to see that notification for the next chapter, be it 2 weeks, 2 months or a year! ❤️

(So sorry for the emotional spillage 😂😂😂)

(Also need the klaroline wedding asap. Please give us a wedding your honour!)

I hope you're proud of yourself, because you just made me cry 😭😭😭 Hoooow are you so nice??? I want to print this out and put it on my wall for when I'm feeling like crap and can't write. 🥹

This is so kind and so nice of you, I don't even know what to say. I don't know how to take a compliment tbh, but I'm really emotional. I've read this at least three times already. 🥹 Thank you so much for saying all that. ❤️ There have been sooooo many times throughout the years where I questioned the point of writing this, and each and every time I had someone tell me they were finally enjoying The Originals or liking characters they had previously hated, I felt a little bit more at peace ❤️

The response to this chapter has been so nice, everyone has been so lovely about it and so kind to take time to write some awesome reviews and then this. 🥲 I don't know, man, I just don't know. I don't know what I've done to deserve such awesome readers who make me feel like I'm not screaming into the void after all these years, but thank you very, very much! 🥹 Thank you so, so much for this. You have made my entire week. 😭

#yokan answers #marginally-accurate #awesome people being awesome #i'm gonna cry istg #how are people so nice #🥹

[whorekneecentral]

ok but sex with seb after today? just showing him how loved he is and how proud you are?

this was post Abu Dhabi so duh, I had to write it <3333

The green barely peeked through the cloud of smoke, Seb stops the car and gets out. You were beyond proud of your husband, there aren't enough words to explain the feeling you were having at that very moment. 

Between the cheers of the guys behind you in the pit line to the fans in the grand stands, Sebastian was so incredibly loved by everyone around him. 

He had his post race interview with Jenson, a few more things to go through, people to talk too, photos to take before he returned to the garage where he received an ovation from both sides of the garage. 

Sebastian says a few words for thanks after, going around to thank everyone individually before you two headed back to the motorhome to change before heading out for the night. 

“Britta said we have to stop at redbull before we leave,” you tell him, pulling you Aston Martin shirt off, “yeah, something about a video she told me?” He says, coming out of the room, shirtless. 

You were in your underwear, looking for your dress in your bag when the man hugs you from behind. “You need to shower, you’re all sticky.” You tell him, a hand resting on his. 

“Join me,” he says and you turn to face him. “I wasn’t the one who was just in the car for 2 hours, sweating buckets. Plus, you’ll get my hair all wet.” 

“I can get something else wet,” he jokes and you can’t help but laugh, “shut up!” You smack his arm lightly. Sebastian picks you up off the ground, carrying you to the tiny bathroom in his motorhome. 

You wiggle in his grasp but you two are in the shower already and before you could get out, he turns on the shower which drenches you both in cold water. 

“Sebastian!” You laughed, leaning against him. The man smiles, hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you. Your hands come up to rest on his cheeks, “I'm so proud of you.” You tell him, letting him unclasp your bra. 

He didn’t even let you two get fully undressed before he walked into the shower so you two are shuffling around to get undressed now. 

“For what?” He asks nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t put 15 years into this sport; coming out as one of the greatest. 

“Everything,” you turn to face him, your husband walking you back so your back is against the wall. “You’ve accomplished so much, you’re one of the greats.” You tell him, the man hum in response and is already pulling your leg up onto his hip. 

Your hand rests on his shoulder to balance yourself. “We’re going to be late.” 

“They’ll wait for me,” he says, “I’m one of the greats, remember ?” He jokes, mocking your words. 

#not exactly smut but hopefully this is okay! <3 #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel smut