#IT'S FINE I'LL FINISH THE OTHER FIC TOMORROW I SWEAR IT

[iluvgayrats]

Drunk in love.

paige x reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTT with some plot, fluff, cussing, alcohol, pet names? (If that is one) I think that's all

A/n- this is my first fic. If it's terrible I'm open to constructive criticism! Also I literally live for Paige being a soft switch so that's literally all it is. Also I gave up on the ending bc i didn't know how to write it.

You were sitting next to Paige at the bar everyone goes to after a win. You could tell Paige was getting drunk because she's was getting a little more....handsy.

Right now her hand was rubbing up and down your thigh under the table while she talks about the highlights of the game to the team. Her fingers glide from your hip to your knee, her thumb ever so slightly on the inside of your thigh.

You and Paige had been friends since 6th grade when the blonde almost knocked you out during gym with a basketball. Figures.

"shoot, are you okay?" Little paige said.

"Yea I'm good, just dizzy."

"yea let's get you to the nurse, may have just given you a concussion.." she replied with concern.

Ever since then, y'all have been inseparable. Spending most weekends at each others houses or at her tournaments. She taught you the game of basketball. (Which you later came to love) And you rambled about the books you just finished. You were basically sisters.

When highschool started, Paige convinced you to join the Hopkins basketball team. At first you were adamant on just showing up for games, but blondie would not shut up about it till you tried out.

The next 4 years were the best of your life. Spending time with the team, especially paige. Going the state championships, and just being able to have fun.

Nothing changed when you both got into Uconn, She continued basketball while you studied literature and womens studies. You were always around the team, they loved you and you were practically part of the team.

Which leads us back to the bar. KK and Aaliyah dancing to the music blasting through the building while the whole team laughed and videoed them. Paiges hand still lingering around your leg as she drinks her Shirley Temple she swears has no alcohol. (Bull. Shit.)

"Paige you may want to slow down, you'll be miserable tomorrow." You say as she chugs her 3rd one down.

"nah baby I'll be fine."

"baby" that word. The word she uses when shes drunk and talks to you. The one that makes your heart stop, the one that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. The one that makes you wet asf. God you were so gay for this girl.

A few hours pass, and sleepy Paige is half awake on your shoulder while everyone starts to say their goodbyes.

"hey, p?" You say in a whisper

"hm?"

"Ready to go home?"

"mhm"

Now, just because you don't play basketball anymore, doesn't mean you don't go to the gym. Your pretty strong, strong enough to hold the 5'11 guard to the car. You pick her up bridal and haul her ass to the car near the entrance.

When you get home you wake Paige up again and walk her to your shared second story dorm, opening it up and locking the door behind you. Paige is a little more perky now, you made her eat crackers while she was still awake on the way home.

"Paige you wanna get a shower or just get comfy?"

"I'm tired" she clings onto you like she always does, always making you turn red.

"okay sweet girl, let's get you ready for bed." You help her to the bathroom and brush the gel out of her hair.

"you think you can get dressed on your own?" You ask

"Mhm"

"okay, get dressed and go to sleep okay?" You start to walk towards the door before she stops you.

"no, stay please"

"What?"

"stay here, please?" She begs

"Okay, let me change first."

"no, just wear one of my shirts, don't want you to go" she says as she stumbles to her drawer, grabbing a shirt with her name and number on the back.

You take the shirt and go into her connected bathroom to change before walking out. You see Paige staring you you.

"you look hot in my number"

"excuse me?"

You watch her look you up and down with a look of pure lust, making you wet by just standing there.

She gets up and walks towards you. "You look hot." "Extremely hot." You feel her hands on your waist, the sudden confidence she had, mixed with the tired rasp in her voice turned you on instantly.

"Paige, your drunk. Let's not do anything you'll regret." You say, your voice shaking slightly.

"mmm, I'm gonna regret not doing anything."

With that, your pinned against the wall, the taller blonds lips connected with yours. God she feels amazing. Her hands travel up and down your sides while yours find her hair.

"fuck, p. Please" your breathe between kisses.

"please what ma?" She replies.

"wanna feel good"

That's all you had to say before she whips you both around to her bed, laying you down gently without breaking the kiss. Her lips find their way to your neck just as her knee finds a way to your core. Causing you to moan from the sensation.

"paige please, fuck." You whine.

"shh, I'm gonna make you feel good baby, don't worry."

She lifts up your shirt, revealing the white sports bra underneath, which is also quick to come off.

"so pretty for me. So pretty." She praises as on of her hands travel to your tit, her mouth connecting to the other. You moan and arch your back, trying to get more friction to your clit.

her hand finds your heat, realizing you don't have shorts on, she starts rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves. The moans and whimpers coming from you surprise her. They sound almost pornographic.

"there you go ma, so wet for me." She whispers into your ear sending signals throughout your body.

"Paige please, please, fuck. Please fuck me"

She groans hearing your pleas for her. "Lift your hips up, princess." She guides your underwear down your legs and throws them on the ground before slowly pushing a finger into you. Earning a moan from you and a groan from her.

"good girl. so tight for me. Taking me so well." She praises.

"Paige more please. Please, need more"

She adds another finger, immediately curling them into your g-spot.

"Fuck baby please" the bubble in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as she moves her fingers.

"taking me so well pretty girl, so so good."

Paige feels you coming closer to the edge, so she dips her tongue into you, moving it with her fingers. A pornographic moan comes from your mouth as you tense up and shudder, cuming all over her fingers. She wastes no time cleaning up and helping you ride out your high.

"taste so good my gorgeous girl, so good."

After catching your breath with sweet kisses from Paige you lift yourself up on your elbows.

"wanna make you feel good paigey" you breathe out. "Please"

You sit up and kiss her, tasting yourself mixed with the alcohol on her lips.

"okay my love" she says, taking her shirt and bra off as well as her boxers.

You watch in awe, she beautiful. Her hair, her arms, her toned abs, god she's so pretty. You keep looking down until you see her soaking cunt.

"your beautiful" your say, still amazed.

You make your way to her clit. Floating your fingers and touching on the sensitive area lightly, making Paige squirm and whimper.

"please" she says, watching your every move.

You come up from her heat and kiss her lips, then her jaw, her neck, leaving a few hickeys and down her chest. Sucking slightly on her nipple and swiping over the other, hear her low moans.

"baby please please." She begs.

Hearing her become so vulnerable under your touch after giving you the best orgasm of your life gives you a confidence boost as you start bringing your hand down to her heat, sweeping your finger up and down her fold.

"doing good paige. So good." You whisper, finally dipping your finger into her, earning a gasp and moan from her mouth.

Realizing one finger would never get her to the edge, you add another, going faster and curling into the spot that makes her moan loudest.

"Fuck ma, please." She breathes

"I got you Paige, taking it so well."

You replace your fingers with your tongue. Dipping it into her heat as you suck at it, your nose hitting the bundle of nerves above her entrance.

She grips the shears, wrapping her legs around your head as you go deeper into her. Feeling her start to shake, you keep your pace, adding more pressure. You hear her get louder and finally scream from pleasure as she reaches her high.

You lick her clean before making contact with her lips again.

"so good baby, you did so well."

As both of you catch your breath, she wraps up into your arms and you fall asleep stroking her hair.

"god I fucked up."

~-TIME SKIP-~

In the morning, you wake up and realize what happened. Fuck. You end up carefully pulling yourself from the blondes tight embrace and start to gather and put on your clothes, but not before she wakes up.

"hey, what are you doing?" She asks groggly

"Paige I'm so sorry." You reply with watery eyes. Your scared for your friendship. You let your feelings take over. She was drunk and probably didn't feel the same.

"hey hey, ma come here" she says in a comforting tone.

You walk over to the bed with the naked guard wrapped up in blankets. She watches you sit down and look at her.

"I know I was drunk. But I wanted that. Don't feel like it was just a drunk hookup, at least for me? I feel like there's more to it." She explains, wiping a tear that fell to your cheekbone.

"really?"

"Definitely" she pulls you into her lap. Hugging you for a while before speaking again. "I want you to be my girlfriend"

"Paige what?" You pull away surprised

"be my girlfriend. I can't just live with you as my friend. I want you."

You think, not for long that is.

"why not" you peck her lips.

"fucking finally" she sighs, burying her face into your neck, leaving a small kiss there.

like I said, this was my first fic. I'm hoping y'all like it and thank you for reading till the end. I tried not using y/n because I thought it would be challenging so that happened.

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige buckets #lil paigey #paige x reader #paige bueckers smut

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 16

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

not another one... oh yes it is... and please, respectfully, strap yourselves in cos it's gonna be a ROUGH RIDE. and not in the way you're thinking, sorry, but get your minds out the gutters. gosh.

in other news, i hope you're all doing okay. part 17 won't be for a while as i'm back to work tomorrow and i'm going to be tired because i stupidly ruined my sleeping schedule the past few days. massive L.

i hope you've all had a brilliant day, and thank you so much for all the love and kind, sweet comments you left on part 15, it really made my day when i read through them this morning :') i'll reply to them all when i have some extra time this week!! <3 remember to take care of yourselves, please. and enjoy this. <3

warnings: swearing, slight altercation?, angst

A pair of cold hands grasped your scarlet cheeks, forcing you to look up and into their eyes in a desperate manner. "Bloody hell, Y/N," Remus whispered, his face twisting into an anxious mix of worry and concern. Gradually, you let your tearful eyes slink up meet his own, and another sob fell from your quivering lips. "I should have stayed, I'm so sorry." He sighed. You watched as his brows slipped together; hazel eyes flicking between yours as he brushed his thumbs gently against the apples of your cheeks.

"It's not your fault, Remus, please-" You shook your head viciously and squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall forwards. 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Remus asked, his voice soft as a feather, cautious not to startle you.

"Yes- no, I... my shoulder, it hurts," You whined and winced as you lifted your head up to lean back against the cabinets of your kitchenette behind you. Another intense, piercing pain shot through your shoulder. "Fuck!" You hissed. Remus cast a furious glance in the direction of Ben's unconscious body.

"We're going to have to take you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N," the professor sighed quietly, "I'm afraid Dumbledore will need to hear of this... matter." Instantly, your eyes darted to Remus and you sucked in a breath.

"No, I'm fine, honestly- please," you shook your head, "there's no point, I won't be here after he wakes up anyway." A defeated sigh left your lips as you let your eyes slide to where Ben laid, the burning words that he'd spat at you like vicious venom replayed in your head on repeat.

"What do you mean?" Remus frowned at you.

"He found out about Severus." A dry, pathetic laugh slipped from you. "He figured it out."

"What-" Though, before Remus could even finish his question, you interrupted him.

"He went through my drawers in my greenhouse."

"I'm not following." The professor offered you an apologetic, yet perplexed look.

You inhaled a deep, slow breath through your nose. "Severus had been leaving me notes everytime he'd taken something from my cabinets, be it asphodel roots or dittany.. so, in my pathetic way, I... kept them." You muttered, reluctantly glancing up at Remus, watching his eyes soften. You looked away, unable to stomach how he looked at you with pity. "In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have, but I was blinded by my feelings for him, and so... then when I had first started seeing Ben, he had also left me notes. But, of course, I didn't really care for him the same way I did Severus, so I shoved them at the bottom of my drawers, beneath..." You trailed off, unable to finish your thoughts. You felt so silly, pathetic.

"I see." Remus said softly, noting how you were struggling. His gentle voice silently soothed your racing mind.

You took a few seconds to speak your next words, still unable to understand the gravity of the situation you'd put yourself in. In fact, it felt like you didn't even want to acknowledge it. "Ben threatened to have me fired, and then blacklisted for every job in this area. So, Remus, I'm screwed, to say the least."

The professor paused for a moment, pondering on his thoughts. You were praying he'd speak soon before you went insane from the way your mind was beginning to chaotically brew up storms of worst case scenarios.

"Not quite," Remus's lips quirked up into a small, comforting smile. You could only frown at him in utter confusion. "It's not the most... erm, ...humane way of solving such a problem, however it is the only way." Your eyes widened at his choice of words.

"Remus, you're scaring me, what on Earth are you suggesting?" You whispered, eyebrows furrowing together in what could only be described as fear.

"We're going to need the help of another wizard, I'm afraid." He replied and stood up, groaning a tad. "Ever heard of the spell, Obliviate?"

The damp stench of the dungeons of Hogwarts was wildly familiar and a little emotionally testing for you as you stumbled down the corridors with Remus; his hand placed caringly upon your back. The amber glow of the lit torches illuminated the darkened path, and the quiet squelch of the wet, mossy floor echoed throughout the empty corridors as the two of you padded towards Snape's classroom.

"I'm sorry to have to put you through this." Remus mumbled from beside you, and you felt his fingers press into the back of you. "But Severus is the only wizard I know that's meddled with minds here at Hogwarts."

"It's alright." You swallowed awkwardly as the anxious and speedy beats of your heart began to pound in your ears once more. "He never liked Ben, so I'm sure he'll take great pride in performing such a spell on him." You joked dryly, earning a curt laugh from the professor beside you. A little smile formed on your lips at the sound of it.

"Even in dark times, your brilliant humour shines through." Remus hummed, offering a warm smile as he glanced down at you.

There was a moment of silence as you let yourself wander through the labyrinth of your mind.

"Do you think it will work?"

"Absolutely," Remus answered quickly, "though Severus and I have never truly seen eye to eye, I still acknowledge the fact that he's an incredibly accomplished wizard." He said, shrugging. "I haven't met many other wizards in my time that have come close to his abilities."

You let his words simmer in your brain for a moment, and suddenly you felt a little more at ease. Not that you doubted Severus, but from what Lupin had explained about the Obliviate spell, you were slightly worried. Would Ben remember something and come back with a vengeance? No, there was no way... right? He's not that... petty.

Before you could even finish your train of thought, three loud knocks from Remus's knuckles broke you from your daydream.

Almost immediately you wanted to run away from the door in front of you. But from the way Remus's hand was glued to your back stopped you from doing so.

The door to Severus's classroom creaked open, and all of the blood from your body felt as if it had drained away the moment the two of you locked eyes.

"Severus," Remus greeted quietly.

"Y/N." Severus muttered, his tone confused as his eyes snapped to Lupin beside you, and then down to his arm around your back. A short, sharp exhale of breath left his nostrils, and you knew that he wasn't too pleased about what he was seeing. "Lupin..." He drawled as he flicked his eyes back to yours, then to Remus's own. "What brings you here?" His voice was agitated, nothing new. You let your eyes fall away from the Potions Master, unable to look at him without having some sort of whirlwind of emotions stir up inside of you.

"May we come in? It's a matter of urgency." The professor beside you spoke with a serious tone that forced a curious frown to appear on Severus's pale face. Without saying anything, Severus moved aside in one swift motion and allowed his door to creak further open, silently inviting you and Remus inside.

Had it been just Lupin here, you knew he wouldn't have been so trusting.

Glancing up, you caught Severus's eye again, and that wave of gut-wrenching yearning had returned to your heart. As you looked away, you didn't see the way his eyes softened at you, wordlessly wishing he could return to the way the two of you had been.

Lupin guided you inside with his arm, earning another harsh glare from Snape as he passed by him. "Take a seat, Y/N." The shaggy professor mumbled, pulling out a stool for you to perch on. You obliged, of course.

"What do you so desperately need from me?" Snape drawled, sweeping his way towards you and Lupin; his biting glare quite obviously screaming at you to hurry up and talk. Wasn't it so kind of him to treat you like you were some sort of irritating insect, and not someone he cared about, albeit a little?

You clenched your jaw, swallowing as you opened your mouth to speak, but Lupin beat you to it. "Bluewater threatened to have her fired and blacklisted from every job in the area." Severus's black brows immediately shot together in confusion, then quickly softened, quite obviously realising why he'd demand such a thing. "If she is to keep her job and reputation, we need you to perform the memory erasing spell on him."

Of course, Severus would do anything for you, at this point, he'd kill for you. So killing the memories of a man he truly loathed was an easy ask.

"Done." The Potions Master cast a concerned glance at you, before looking back to Lupin. "Truth be told, it'd be my pleasure." Again, Severus looked back at you with his worrisome black eyes, staring, swiftly scattering themselves over your form; quietly trying to figure out whether you were hurt or not. 

You noticed his quiet inspection. "I'm fine." You mumbled, sighing softly as you avoided his eyes once more, shuffling in your seat - but as you moved, your face twitched into a wince as your injured shoulder betrayed you.

"Yes, clearly you are." Severus muttered sarcastically as he padded towards you, reluctantly lifting a hand toward your arm. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you blinked at him, your jaw ticking with either anxiety or anger - you couldn't figure out which. "May I?" He whispered.

You gave a nod and turned your torso towards him, allowing him to inspect your injury. The second his fingers touched your skin, it ignited like a wildfire. You inhaled sharply, your body freezing at the way he trailed them down to your shoulder.

"I'll be outside." Remus muttered, noticing that perhaps the two of you need to be alone. He shuffled his way towards the door, and slipped out of it, the quiet thud and click of the handle signifying he'd left.

"Did he do this to you?" Severus muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his thumb over the colourful blotch that was beginning to appear upon the skin he used to worship. He hissed at the sight of your bruised skin, it was like someone had ruined a beautiful painting and thrown some sort of hideous concoction onto it.

He should have known better than to abandon you like that. Bluewater had always been a wildcard. He should have stayed by your side, he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like he always did. Maybe then you wouldn't have this... abomination painting your flesh black and blue. Severus would never forgive himself for falling into the foolish trap of his insecurities. He'd never forgive himself for ever listening to the deranged demons that resided within his mind, silently calling him into the darkness; their devilish, silver tongues persuading him to fade into the lonely void.

You and Severus sat in silence for a moment, and your eyes had been glued to the ground ever since the Potions Master laid his hands on you. If you looked into his eyes whilst he was so close to you, you weren't exactly sure if you could stop yourself from doing something utterly stupid.

"Where is he?" Severus suddenly mumbled, a burning hot fire of rage and vengeance was quickly spreading throughout his body.

"My chambers, but-"

"Stay here." Severus immediately began to storm towards the door of his classroom, his long black cape billowing behind him with a vengeance that matched its wearer.

"Severus, don't hurt him!" You cried out, leaning forwards to try and grab his arm. You gasped as your injured shoulder unleashed an unbearable pain across your back, making you squeeze your eyes shut in agony.

"Don't hurt him? Look at what he's done to you!" Severus whipped around, furious. "You can barely move your shoulder without wincing like a wounded deer!" He stormed back towards you, and for the first time in a while, the irate look in his eyes truly frightened you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the ground. Though, he was not angry at you, his anger was only focused on one man.

"I don't care! Think about what could happen to you if the Ministry found out you harmed one of their own!" You exclaimed, praying that Severus would see through his blinding anger and choose to not do something foolish to Ben, despite how fierce his wrath was.

Severus paused for a moment as if to contemplate your words - though his consideration of your opinion was cut short as he whipped around once more; that vicious fire exploding inside of him like a deadly inferno. He was truly devoted to the thought of inflicting more harm than necessary to Bluewater.

At this point, you couldn't stop him. There was no way you could follow him with your injury. You watched on helplessly as he sweeped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. There was only one other person that could help you.

"Remus!" You yelled, cursing your weakened shoulder as you stood, breathing sharply in a dire attempt to lessen the pain that was slowly burning its way through your torso. "Remus!" You yelled once more, and immediately the door swung open, his familiar face adorned with an utterly worried look.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to you.

"It's Severus, he's gone to find Ben, you need to stop him, please," You panted, desperately grabbing onto the the material of his suit jacket that sat on his bicep. "I don't want him to do something he'll regret."

"Merlin," Remus muttered and nodded, turning swiftly to rush after the Potions Master. "Will you be alright?" He stopped to ask, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, now, please just go!" You sighed heavily and leaned against a table beside you, hissing as your shoulder was now screaming at you in horrific pain. You were truly starting to worry now, had you fractured it- or broken it? Ben had shoved you quite harshly...

Your eyes darted around Severus's classroom, lingering on the potion ingredients that lined the wall. The only thing you could do was wait.

Or potentially brew a potion to help your agonising pain...

Severus's thunderous footsteps echoed hauntingly throughout the castle corridors as he stormed his way to your chambers; his fingers twitching at his sides, eagerly awaiting the chance to lay his hands upon Bluewater, the way he did to you.

That rotten bastard, Severus thought, he could kill him without a second thought right now. In fact, in the very back of the Potion Master's mind, he was truly considering it. The only thing Severus wanted to hear right now was Bluewater's bloodcurdling screams as he made him suffer through either physical or mental hell. All he had to do was lock the door, cast muffliato, and go to town. That was all too tempting for Snape. It was too easy. And that's what scared him.

As he neared your chambers, a stream of warm light began to pour out from underneath the door, and Severus deduced that Ben had awoken from Remus's spell. He quickly softened his footsteps and snuck towards your door, donning his wand in his hand. There was two ways he could go about this - he could barge in and surprise the bastard, or he could do it quietly. Perhaps the latter would be a little less idiotic.

Severus pushed your door open gradually with his hand, cautiously moving forwards as he pointed his wand into your chambers. A pained groan came from the floor, and the professor cast his eyes downwards and was met with an embarrassing mess shuffling around on it. Just the back of his head sent Severus into an blinding furious spiral, and he stormed towards him, grabbing the back of his top to hoist him upwards onto his feet. 

"Get th'fuck offa' me!" Bluewater drawled, still groggy from Remus's spell as he pathetically tried to fight the Potion Master's hand that had a hold of his flimsy shirt. Relentlessly, Snape dragged him through the room, the scratching sound of Bluewater's shoes scraping across the wooden floor and Snape's pounding footsteps filled the silence. He yanked the boy upwards and dropped him on his arse, watching in delight as a pained look flashed across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Bluewater," Snape snarled, poking the tip of his wand into his neck, earning a glare from the boy.

"You." Bluewater spat, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "You sonuva' bitch! You slimy fuckin' bastard, how dare you-"

"How dare I? How dare you lay a finger on her!" Snape bellowed at Bluewater, his teeth bared in a ferociously fearsome scowl.

"I never touched her." Bluewater's lips quirked into a vile smirk, and this only fuelled Snape's burning hatred for the boy. Without a second thought, he kicked the side of Bluewater, sending him tumbling onto his side, screeching in pain.

"Don't lie to me, Bluewater!" Snape growled as he fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his towering height, the tips of his toes barely grazing the floor. 

"You miserable git," The boy hissed through gritted teeth as he had one hand glued to his throbbing side. "She'll never work again, Snape. All because of you."

"Don't push me, you foolish boy." Snape huffed, his chest heaving uncontrollably as his anger got the best of him.

"In fact, neither will you." Bluewater added, his tone cocky and ignorant. Snape couldn't control himself any longer, and so he threw the boy to the ground again rather harshly, forcing a cry of pain from him. He felt nothing. Nothing but hot rage.

"Severus!" Remus suddenly called out from behind him, panting. "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand fell to the ground.

Remus felt his blood run cold as Snape turned to look at him with a face like a maddened bull. "Just... calm down, Severus, take a moment," The professor said softly, holding out a hand to try and defuse the situation. As he stared at the furious Potions Master, he was sure he could see red-hot steam pouring out of his ears. "You don't want to do this, Severus. Believe me." Snape's shoulders rose and fell rigidly as he looked on in disbelief at Lupin. "Y/N wouldn't want this."

Your name rolled off of Lupin's tongue like a bullet into Severus's chest.

"You must've drugged her," Bluewater spoke again, his voice making Snape's eye twitch, "there's no way in hell that she'd choose to be with you. She hates you. The amount of shit we used to talk about you, Merlin..." The boy knew he was getting underneath Snape's skin.

"Severus," Remus tried again helplessly. "Don't react."

"Silence!" Snape practically snarled at Bluewater as the seething blaze inside of him ignited once more.

"You don't deserve her, and you never will. You really think she'd fall for some ugly, pathetic and old git like you? Perhaps all that time in the potion classroom made you delusional." Bluewater spat, shuffling forwards on the ground. "You should ask her about what happened earlier, between us, I bet you'd-"

"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, aiming his wand at Bluewater, watching as his body fell limp once more.

Snape stared at Ben's unconscious body, his mind suddenly becoming a warzone after his last words before Remus had knocked him out. What happened earlier between you and Ben? Were his thoughts true? Was Bluewater right? Did you hate him?

"Severus,"

"What?!" Snape hissed, turning to face Lupin with a hideous look upon his face. Lupin offered an apologetic cock of his head, before nodding at Bluewater.

"The memories..." Remus muttered. Snape clenched his jaw at the words.

Memories. Right.

The Potions Master slowly padded over to Bluewater, pointing his wand at his temple. He paused for a moment, contemplating his next move.

"Legilimens." Snape whispered, shutting his eyes as he delved into Bluewater's memories. Snippets of him as a child, happy and screaming with laughter flashed before Snape's eyes, and so he continued deeper, watching the moment he met you in the pub, and when you spent the first night together. The professor hissed at the sight as a pang of hurt and jealousy struck him in his chest. He pushed through, skimming through more and more memories, finally finding the one thing he was looking for. It was you and Ben, sharing a glass of wine in your bedroom earlier on.

He'd stood up and stumbled towards you, clearly drunk. "I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing it with his thumb.

"Yeah." You'd replied. Severus felt his heart drop at this point.

Slowly, Ben crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Severus felt his skin suddenly ignite with jealousy. "Ben.." You warned, sighing.

"Whaat?" Ben had whispered back, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. He began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.

Severus watched on in horror as you shut your eyes. Ben's fingers lingered along the backs of your soft thighs, pulling a breathy sigh from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing into your flesh.

Immediately, Severus pulled out of Ben's mind. He couldn't watch anymore. He was right. Merlin, he was right. For a moment, he inhaled sharply, quickly regaining his composure. "Obliviate." He muttered swiftly, filtering through Ben's memories and erasing every single one that contained you or Severus.

"A job well done." Remus said awkwardly as he watched Severus sheath his wand. He frowned as he stared at the back of the raven-haired wizard, silently pondering why he hadn't moved. He stood there for another good few seconds, staring wordlessly at Ben's unconscious body. Then suddenly, he spun on his heel, storming past Remus and shouldering him rather harshly. He couldn't bear to look at anyone that reminded him of you, and unfortunately for Remus, he fell under that now.

He berated himself for even letting himself get so close to you. How could he have done this to himself? Of course you didn't just want him. He was just some sort of... twisted fantasy to you. And yet, he was still willing to help you get out of this mess. That's the undeniable power of love, he supposed.

Once you were free, he'd let you go.

As Severus walked away, he could hear Remus calling his name, but he turned a blind eye and focused on marching back to his domain, the one place he felt at home, even though it used to be your arms.

You coughed and sputtered as the smoke from the cauldron in front of you began to get a little too thick, lining your lungs with what felt like some sort of tar. Perhaps you added a little too much puffer-fish. It did smell a little... oceany. A defeated groan left your lips as you let your head hit the table - after all these years you still royally fucked up potions. Severus wasn't going to be too happy that you'd burned another one of his precious cauldrons.

Suddenly, the slam of a door caught you offguard and you jumped at the loud noise, whipping around to see a rather distraught-looking Snape. That was not what you were hoping for.

"Severus? Everything okay?..." You swallowed, watching as he slowly stalked towards you, completely ignoring the burning smell of the cauldron in front of you. He didn't answer you. "Did you manage to erase them? The memories?" You tried again.

"Yes." Was all he said, his eyes burning into yours with what felt like sorrow.

"What happened?"

"Why did you lie to me?" He suddenly asked, catching you offguard.

"What?"

"You were going to stay with him." He stated matter of factly, his voice quivering a tad as he tried to hide the indescribable hurt that was undoubtedly going to eat him alive.

"That's not true, Severus." You shook your head, your brows knitting together in a wild mix of confusion and hurt. His jaw clenched at your words.

"Do not lie to me!" Severus bellowed, sweeping away from you. You flinched at the volume of his voice.

"I'm not!" You cried out, attempting to follow him as he made his way to his desk. "Severus!" You cried again, making him whip around to face you, his eyes overflowing with hurt and misdirected anger.

"I do not have time for liars, Y/N."

"Severus, just please, explain what happened!"

"What happened between you and Bluewater earlier?" He inhaled with the same sharpness that pierced his chest as he spoke those nightmarish words. 

Gods, how did he know about that? Ben must have said something to get back at him. You cursed the little bastard, but at the same time, this was also your doing. You gave into the selfish pleasure.

"He just kissed my neck, that was it, I promise." You said slowly, praying he'd believe you. Severus stared down at you, unwavering, his eyes glossing over. Your heart broke at the sight.

Perhaps you deserved this.

Severus paused for a moment, letting his black eyes study your petrified face. Clearly, you were terrified of losing him. He could see it in your eyes. That broke him. But it did not break him as much as the hellish thing he saw in Bluewater's mind. "I can't trust you."

This was your karma.

It suddenly felt as if the floor had given way beneath your feet. Your knees went weak, and all trace of feeling in your body went numb like you'd been paralysed. "No, Severus- please, you have to believe me-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Severus turned away from you as he felt a wave of unruly sadness and betrayal wash over him - something he hadn't felt in years. You desperately grasped onto his arm, the rough, black material beneath your fingers felt so uncomfortably familiar - and now it was going to be something you could only remember. "Let me go, please." The crack in Severus's voice made you release your grip.

This was it. He was really ending things between you two, for real.

"No," You sobbed. The pain from your shoulder injury felt like a pinprick compared to what you were feeling now. "Sev, please." Your cries broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay - but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.

You watched as his head raised upwards, his back still towards you. "Leave me, now, Y/N." Severus muttered and a trace of venom lingered in his words.

Without another word you left, making a straight beeline for Remus Lupin, wherever he was.

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hiii i love ur works!! may i request Dreamcatcher and Lesserafim reaction to reader coming down with a cold or sinus infection? like, the reader is sneezing a lot and just needs lots of tlc :3

Le Sserafim - Reaction to Reader Having a Sinus Infection/Cold

a/n: the college mentality of "due tomorrow 》》》 do tomorrow" still plagues my brain as I didn't have the motivation to finish this fic until today 🥲 but I'm going to try to have the other dreamcatcher reaction out later this week! I'm glad you enjoy my works, dear anon! ❤️ as someone who gets sinus infections regularly, I felt this request in my soul and had to do it. hopefully this brings you all comfort in your time of sickness 🫶

tw: sick! reader, mentions of vomit, vivid description of a cold at the beginning, eunchae's part is written as platonic :)

related fic: dreamcatcher's version

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Prompt: You swear you didn’t feel this terrible yesterday. All you had was a bit of congestion and a scratch in your throat. Today, when you woke up, you could barely lift your head off of the pillow due to the congestion in your head. You were sure that you had enough snot to fill a trash can within your two nostrils. All you wanted to do was lay down and rest, but the ding of your phone causes you to lift your head again.

My Love: Do you mind if I come over? I miss you :(

You text her back with what you think is a comprehensible answer, and you rest your head against the pillow.

The next moment you’re awake, your girlfriend is sitting right next to you. So much for self-isolation.

You're awoken by the soft clink of two needles brushing past each other, and oddly enough, you find serenity in the sound. You've learned to associate the sound with Sakura's presence, and she smiles softly at you as she continues to knit.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little.” You croak out before trying to sit up.

She stops knitting and places a hand on your chest.

“You need your rest, babe. I'll order takeout or see what I can make in your kitchen.”

You offer a quick smile back to her before she tucks you back into bed.

“A goodnight kiss?” You stick out your bottom lip as Sakura chuckles to herself.

“It's not nighttime, and I'm not kissing you until you feel better. I put one of my homemade blankets on you - it should feel like a warm hug. Hopefully, you can deal with it until you get better.”

You grab the blanket and tug it over you.

“Thanks, Kkura. See you when I wake up.”

“I'll be here when you do.”

She continues her knitting, and you fall asleep to the sound of clinking that you had awoken to.

A light hand on your shoulder stirs you from your slumber as your eyes snap open.

You cough as you try to take a breath and gather your surroundings.

“Baby, are you okay?” Chaewon hovers over you before grabbing a chair from nearby. “You didn't answer my text, and I got worried.”

“I-” You pause to sneeze. “I'm okay, I promise.”

Her burrows furrow - you were very unsuccessful in hiding your sickness.

“You're not feeling well. Let me run you a bath, and then I can make you some soup. Then we can have some tea, if you're up for it, and then a walk outdoors can help you clear your nose-”

“Chaewon, love, we don't have to do that all right now.” You grab her arm to stop her ranting. “The soup and tea are fine since I don't feel like getting out of bed.”

“Okay, I can do that.” She presses a small kiss to your face before getting up. “I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, don't be afraid to say something!”

“I won't.” You find yourself smiling after Chaewon leaves the room, and with your spirits lifted, you're sure that you'll feel better in no time.

“How are you feeling?”

You manage to pull your eyes open as you shake off the sleepiness. When you're conscious enough to face the day (nevermind the cold), your head turns toward Yunjin.

“You didn't have to come, I know you were busy-”

“You send a text that said ‘help me’ with a bunch of random symbols and emojis after it. I was worried that someone had broken into the apartment or that you were in the hospital.”

Her arm grabs yours as you pull yourself out of bed. You gently rub your head as her hand travels to rub your back. In her other hand, she holds a take-out bag with your favorite foods inside of it.

“You were going to fight off my attacker with fast food?” You joke, and she softly laughs.

“I remembered that you were pretty out of it the last time you were sick, so I was hoping that your message wasn't an SOS for emergency services.”

“Good call.” Your stomach rumbles as you stare at the food. “I hope you brought enough for the both of us, I'd feel bad if you were going to just watch me eat.”

“I know that you would want me here with you, plus, it gives me an excuse to see you more.” She winks before handing you the food and grabbing the TV remote. “I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Me too, dear,” You sigh before opening the food, “me too.”

You're awoken by the sound of silence - well, nothing besides the numbing headache in your skull.

As you sit up in bed, a gentle knock beats against your door.

“Come in.” You hoarsely call out before grabbing the water from your night stand.

“Hey, honey, are you ready for company? I can leave if you want, but I wanted to let you know what I brought.” Kazuha peeks her head in after opening the door.

“No, it's alright, you can come in. You didn't have to bring anything, I could've ordered something in.” You try to reassure her as she closes the door behind her.

“I wasn't able to come to see you until later, but I saw your text before dance rehearsal. I called one of your friends to come check on you, and you were fast asleep so they didn't want to bug you. They made you a big pot of soup that I divided up and put into the fridge. They also left some tea bags and a few honey sticks, if you want any of that.” Kazuha explains. “I brought over some of your clothes from my place because I wasn't sure what kind of sickness you were dealing with, but I'm glad it's not vomit.”

You both grimace at the thought as you smile to yourself.

“Do I get a kiss for not puking?”

“No way! I don't want your germs.” She jokes as you sulk.

“Damn, it was worth a try. I'll take the soup, though, if you don't mind getting it for me?” You tilt your head as she sighs and nods.

As Kazuha leaves the room, you wonder how you got so lucky with such a kind, funny, and sweet girlfriend.

Unfortunately, for you, your girlfriend didn't answer or show up at your door. So, you text the next person who will come to see you because the fridge is soo far away and you don't feel like getting up and getting a water.

You're sure that Eunchae breaks a world record as she knocks at your door minutes after you text her.

After letting herself in, she rushes to your side and gives you a big hug.

“Aren't you worried about getting sick?” You ask as she nervously laughs.

“Not really, since I think I had your sickness a bit ago? I hope not, because I felt a lot worse than you sound.” Eunchae gives you a gummy smile before letting you go. “Do you want me to order something? I don't want to dig through your kitchen without your permission.”

“Of course, go ahead. My card's over-”

“I got it!” She cheerily says before digging out your phone. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.”

You have doubts that everything she will do with you will be helpful to your recovery, but at least you'll feel better. That counts for something, right?

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Kiss Me Through the Phone

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 2.1k words Kink: Phone Sex Warnings: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), dirty talk, daddy kink, praise... A/N: This is late, ik. I swear I'm working on it but that ADHD and everything is hitting HARD. I can't promise I'll catch up but I can promise that these will get finished so I won't leave you hanging. Enjoy this (late) fic though and I'll hopefully see you again with a new one tomorrow!

"Don't you think you should probably be getting to bed, babe?"

Steve raises a brow as he speaks into the receiver holding the phone to his ear as he awaits your response. You called him hours ago to talk while you did homework. The first half hour consisted of him teasing you because you still had homework to do while he graduated the year before. He kept calling you a "literal child", to which you replied, "Then I'm dating a pervert." He promptly shut up.

But now it's midnight, and you ditched the remainder of your homework a couple hours ago. It's late, and you technically have school in the morning. You aren't ready to hang up but Steve is always trying to take care of you, and this is one of those times when he's trying to enforce that—even though he'd rather die than hang up the phone.

"And, you know, I would but…" you trail off on the other end, trying to come up with an excuse and falling short as you shrug, "I just don't want to."

He rolls his eyes and laughs. "Go to bed."

"You can't make me."

"I'm going to."

"How? You're not even here."

"I'm going to drive to your house and make you."

"If you drove to my house, I'd convince you to do something much better than sleeping…" Steve can hear the smirk in your voice, and he thinks he's going to die if you keep using your charm on him like this. He's already horny enough all the time as it is, you don't need to make it worse with suggestive comments you can currently live up to.

"You drive me crazy," he answers truthfully.

He hears you giggle and smiles. "That's good. Keeps you on your toes."

He shakes his head and hears you shuffle around. When you curse under your breath, he hums. "What?"

"Nothin'. Got the cord wrapped around my hand and it tangled a little." A pause. "There."

"Yeah, well, you probably like that shit, don't you? Fuckin' weirdo."

You laugh quietly, trying not to disturb the rest of the people sleeping in your house. "Don't kink shame me!"

He raises his brows, "What if kink shaming is my kink?"

You hum, "It's not. You like to be called Daddy. Which is admittedly weirder."

He scoffs, ignoring the heat in his cheeks when you say it. "No, it's not."

You giggle again. "Yeah, it is. Daddy."

He licks his lips. "You think so? Baby?"

He hopes you'll say no because, otherwise, his "baby" makes him sound like a creep.

"No," you say, an angel. You miss his little relieved breath. "You wanna know what I like?"

"What do you like, baby?" he asks, less joking this time and more fond.

"I like your hands..." Your voice is quieter now, speaking in a secret whisper between the two of you in the cover of the night.

We're doing this, Steve thinks, excited.

"Yeah?" he murmurs. "Where do you like them?"

"Well… I've been wanting a new necklace. I think that'd work just fine," you smile shyly.

He can see it, kissing you all nice with his hand wrapped around your throat. His pants suddenly feel really tight.

"Where else would you like it?" he wonders.

"I dunno," you mutter, shy suddenly. Steve thinks you're weird. You're almost always the one to start something like this, and then you get shy and quiet when he plays along with you. He thinks you're cute.

"You don't know?"

"Mm-mm," you say.

He smiles, licking his bottom lip. "You know where I'd like it?"

"Hm?"

"On your thigh," he breaths. His hand moves to rest on his own thigh. He hears your breath hitch. "I'd love to feel your thighs. I miss 'em."

It takes a moment for you to respond again. "Where else would you put them?"

"Where else do you want me to put them?" he counters. He knows you don't like when he does that—or, you don't favor it. He knows how it makes you squirm, when he makes you tell him what you want. You're never good at telling him.

Your voice becomes really small, really shy. "I dunno."

"You dunno?" he asks, smiling. "Where do you want me to put my hands?"

Steve can imagine you on your bed with the phone pressed to your ear, playing with the cord as you try to come up with a response that isn't "I dunno".

"Just tell me. Don't worry about soundin' weird," he says.

You take a breath. "I want your hand…"

You trail off and he has to contain his laugh. "Where?" he asks again. "On your hands? On your tits? Inside of you?"

A pause. "All of the above?"

He does laugh this time, clutching the phone. "Where do you want me the most?"

You clear your throat a little. "Inside me."

"I want 'em inside you, too."

He hears you moan lightly, and now he has to undo his belt.

"Would you like that, baby? For me to put my fingers inside you? I'd have you squirming like crazy."

"Yeah," you whisper back. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do I want you to do?" he repeats, smiling. "You don't needa do anything. I'll take care of you."

You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, but… what do you want me to do? Do you want me to touch you or…?"

He feels like teasing you. "You mean, like, jerk me off? Or did you wanna use your mouth, dirty girl?" He can imagine you biting your lip, trying to hide your face away from him.

"Did you want that?" you murmur.

"Did you?" he counters.

You laugh a little. "Answer my fucking question, dummy."

He laughs as well, "Yeah, I do." His amusement dies down a little, returning to little secret words. "I really want it, but I wanna spread you open and eat you up more."

He hears you moan again. And then you moan again, and his interest is piqued, along with something else…

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks, a smile in his voice as he calls you out.

You get shy again. "Maybe a little."

"How much is a little?" You don't respond. You just moan again.

He's too hard to ignore it anymore. He unbuckles his tight jeans and takes himself out of his boxers. He brushes his thumb over his tip, red and weeping as he closes his eyes and sighs shallowly.

Your voice grabs his attention again. “Are you touchin’ yourself now?”

He chuckles lightly, too breathy to be subtle. “Can you blame me when you’re makin’ those pretty sounds in my ear?” He strokes himself slowly. “God, what I’d do to be there right now. I’m so in love with you.”

Your laugh comes out as a tiny whimper, your voice just as breathy as his as you thrust your fingers inside of your and sigh. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m not nice enough to you,” he disagrees. “You deserve the world, baby.”

“How about– Mmh– How about we just start with your voice in my ear, huh?” you mumble. “What would you do if you were here right now, Stevie?”

He makes you swear never to tell anyone but he loves that nickname. You only ever use it when you’re feeling really soft and shy, in the comfort of just his company when he’s being especially sweet and you’re a pile of mush. He wants you tucked under his arm, and he wants to kiss you stupid, but he has to settle for just a smile through the phone and a few words that don’t accurately describe how strongly he feels for you.

“If I were there right now, I would lay you on the bed and put your pretty thighs over my shoulder.” You shudder on a moan, presumably pushing your fingers deeper inside of yourself and curling. Steve keeps going. “I’d fucking devour you and then kiss you all over your body—which is just perfect, by the way—and then I’d fuck you dumb.”

You moan. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, taking his lotion from his drawer and smearing it in his hand. He strokes his cock a little faster, wrapping his fist around himself and squeezing as his head tips back and his lips part, a breathy moan slipping from them. “I’d fucking split you open on my cock.” He knows you love it when he says that. You always melt in his hands whenever he says things like this. “You’d be cryin’ f’me.”

You’re so lost in your mind, imagining him doing these things to you whilst thinking about his hands inside your pussy instead of your own. “Where would you put me?”

He’s happy to tell you. “We’d start out with you on top. I’d put you in my lap and let you ride me until your little legs got all weak and tired. Then I’d lay you down and fuck you with your legs around my neck. Have you screaming my name.”

Your voice is pitchier now, and he swears he can hear the faint sound of your pussy squelching with the rhythm of your insistent fingers. He pulses in his hand, his hips jerking up into his hand every so often as he grinds into his fist. He’s fucking his hand by now, so lost in thought that he can’t help but get a little carried away imagining his fist is your tight pussy.

“Which name?” you whimper. “Steve or Daddy?”

He verbally shudders. “Both.”

“Which one do you want the most?”

He chuckles darkly, aware of the way you turn his question around like he had done to you before. “Maybe you should call me Daddy.” He groans. “You’ve gotten a little out of line since we last did something like this…”

“Maybe I should, Daddy,” you reply back, immediately followed by a whine. He wants so badly to be there to watch you touch yourself, to watch you try to put your little fingers inside of you and hit all the spots he does. He can imagine so vividly you trying to replicate the way he makes you feel. "Need you to…remind me who I belong to."

He's so pent up as he listens to you. He can't help when a few stray groans make their way out of him. "You know who you belong to. You're mine, baby."

"'M yours," you moan, wet sounds reaching the phone and filling Steve's ears with sweet music as he fists himself faster. "I need you."

"Yeah?" he hums. "You need Daddy to fuck you nice and deep, baby?"

"Yes." A moan. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you, baby," he says, too fond and too affectionate and too far gone to fight his urge to get in his car and go to see you right now. But he would die before he left this call.

He's close, he can feel it creeping up on him as his hips jerk up into his hand. By the way you gasp and moan into the phone, he can tell you're reaching your breaking point as well.

"You gonna cum for me, babygirl?" Steve asks, listening closely.

"Yeah."

"You gonna cum all over those pretty fingers?"

"Yes."

"Fuck," he huffs. "Do it for me, baby. Cum for me."

He can hear you try to stay quiet, your muffled gasp as a deep breath fills your lung on a whimper. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!"

He curses under his breath, your little whimpers and whine as you cum and moan his name bringing him closer and closer until he can't hold it anymore.

His mouth falls open and his grunt melts into a rough whimper as he cums after you. He feels the warm, sticky release coat his chest. As his pleasure wanes and he feels like he can think straight again, he sighs deeply into the phone.

"Fuck." He hears you sigh heavily. "You okay, baby?"

A pause. And then.

"Yeah." You sigh, "Fuck, that's better."

He smiles. "Been thinking about it?"

"All day." Your voice is breathy, slurred together like you're going to pass out at any moment.

He runs a hand through his hair, "Well, when I see you tomorrow, we can reenact it." He grabs at the shirt he'd taken off a long time ago, wiping himself clean as he listens to your steady breath through the phone. "You want that?"

"Mmm," you agree.

He smiles fondly. "You still with me?" He can see you dozing off into your pillow, and he wishes he could feel your warmth against him.

"Mmm," you hum again.

He lowers his voice to accommodate for your sleepiness, "I'm gonna hang up, baby."

"Hmm-mm."

"I love you," he says, kissing into the phone and wishing he could kiss you.

"'ove you, t-mm," you mumble, barely coherent but trying for him.

He chuckles lightly. "Goodnight."

"Mmm."

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𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x beckham!reader

summary: your brother, brooklyn beckham, just had his first child and whilst visiting him in the hospital you bring leah along. after a small incident occurs you go back to your apartment with leah where the two of you confess unknown feelings

warnings: brief mention of blood and stitches, a typical drunk bloke from london and the occasional swear word

word count: 4.8k

a/n: not really sure where i was going with this fic but it somehow ended up with nearly 5000 words

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There are positives and negatives with your mum and dad being Victoria and David Beckham. Sometimes the negatives outweigh the positives but then again, the positives can outweigh the negatives.

You were the oldest out of all your siblings. Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even though you were the oldest, you weren’t the first to do everything. Although you did a lot of things before your siblings there were only a few you didn't do and Brooklyn was the one who managed to do two of them.

One, get married, the other, have a baby.

You were doing media when you had gotten a call from your dad saying that Nicola Peltz, Brooklyns wife and your sister in law, had gone into labour.

“Y/n! Someones calling you.” Katie shouted across the room.

“Cheers, McCabe.” You said as you walked over to her, taking your phone as she handed it to you.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Y/n, hey.” The voice on the other end replied.

“Hey, dad.” You smiled, “what's up?”

“Nicola has gone into labour, we’re all heading to the hospital now.”

“No way!” You grinned. “I can't get there at the moment, I've got to do some bits for media.”

“I know, I just wanted to tell you.”

“I can try and come after.”

“Yeah, okay. Only if you can though.”

“Yeah, I’ll only be here for another couple hours I think.”

“Okay, I won't keep you any longer.”

“Alright, I might see you later, if not I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“Will do, bye.”

“Bye.”

“What's got you all smiley?” Leah asked as she jumped on your back.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” You chuckled as you turned around to face Leah once you felt her slide off you. “Nicola has finally gone into labour.”

“No way!”

“That's what I said.”

“Are you going to see them?” Leah questioned.

“Yeah, do you want to come?”

“I think it should be just family today.”

“Oh come on, you're practically family, I've known you all my life.” You said, exaggerating the word ‘all’.

“I shouldn't.”

“You’re coming, I need moral support.”

“No you dont.” Leah chuckled.

“It's been ages since I held a baby so I need your help.”

“Fine, only if you’re sure it's okay.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, are you going after you finish with media?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Oi, you two,” Jen shouted, “stop gazing into eachothers eyes and do some interviews.”

“Shut up, Beattie.” Leah chuckled. “We weren’t gazing into eachothers eyes.”

“You wish though.” Lotte piped up.

“In her dreams.” Leah laughed as she bumped her shoulder into yours.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed with a smile before the two of you joined the rest of the girls.

A couple of hours later and you had finally finished with all the interviews and photos. After gathering all your things you made your way to your car and waited for Leah. The defender wasn't far behind and she put her things on the backseat before joining you in the front.

“Sorry, I was talking to Jords.”

“No problem,” you smiled, “ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

On the outside you seemed fine, well, you hoped so. But on the inside you felt a little green-eyed monster start to grow. You had nothing wrong with Leah and Jordan being friends but you wanted it to stay that way. Just friends. Nothing more.

You don't know why you’ve started to feel that way recently, being jealous, that is. But you just suspected that it was because you were best friends and not because you had feelings for Leah. Definitely not that.

Every time those feelings arose you were just as quick to push them back down, scolding yourself for thinking that way.

“You want the aux?” You asked.

“Yeah, your music taste is awful.”

“Hey! Absolutely not, there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.”

“Be nice to me or I'll kick you out onto the road.”

“Okay.” Leah chuckled as she put on her playlist.

Looking in your mirrors you made sure it was safe to reverse out of your spot. You placed your arm around the back of Leah's chair and looked over your shoulder and out of the back window, using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse.

Leah watched you carefully, the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly, or the way your turned head showed off your neck intoxicating her with your perfume.

Finally pulling out from your parking spot you made your way to the hospital, completely oblivious to Leah's thoughts running around her head and the way her cheeks flushed every time she looked at you.

“You alright?” You questioned as you noticed Leah was very quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“I can take you home if you want, you don't have to come if you don't want to.”

“No, no, it's fine, I promise.”

“Why don't you try and get a couple minutes of sleep? I'll wake you up when we get there.”

“Yeah, okay.”

It took a little while for Leah to get to sleep especially with the thoughts of you running around her head but once she did you turned the music down and drove a little slower, trying to maximise the time she got asleep.

It was around twenty-five minutes later when you arrived at the hospital and it took you another five minutes to find somewhere to park.

Once you found a space to park you waited a little while for Leah to wake up, but since she didn't wake up on her own you gently shook her awake.

“Leah,” you whispered, “we’re here.”

Groaning, Leah got out of her somewhat comfortable position and looked at you with half closed eyes making you chuckle.

“Morning.” You joked.

“Have you heard anything from your parents or Brooklyn?” Leah asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying to mentally wake herself up.

“Yeah, my dad texted me saying Nicola gave birth around ten minutes ago.”

“What did she have?”

“Let's go find out.” You smiled as you opened your car door and walked over to the passenger side to open Leah's door.

“Thank you.”

As the two of you walked into the hospital you saw a mass amount of people look at you either noticing who you both are or the fact they know who your parents are.

“Ignore them.” You mumble, wrapping an arm around Leah's waist as you spotted a group of men giving the two of you dodgy looks.

You walked up to the front desk and waited till it was your turn.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked at the desk.

“Yeah, hi, we’re here for Brooklyn Beckham.” You said.

“Are you family?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

“Okay, well the lady next to you doesn't look like you.”

“So?”

“She won't be allowed up if she's not family.”

“Alright, she’s my wife, that's family, right?”

“Yeah-”

“Okay, so let us up.” You said, getting a little impatient.

“Hey,” Leah whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, “calm down.”

“Sorry.”

“You’ll be allowed up but you’ll have to wait till someone can get you.”

“Or-” You started but you were cut off by Leah taking a hold of your hand and intertwining your fingers and speaking up instead.

“Thank you, do you know how long we’ll have to wait?”

“Not too long.”

“Okay, thank you.” Leah smiled as she dragged you away from the lady at the desk and into the waiting room.

“I’ll text my dad asking what room they are in because I cannot be bothered to wait.” You mumbled.

“Just sit down.” Leah said, pushing you into a chair.

“Where are you going to sit?” You asked, looking up at Leah noticing there were no spare chairs.

Looking around her, Leah shrugged before sitting on your lap.

“I’m your wife, right?” Leah smirked, placing an arm around your shoulders, making herself comfortable.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You grimaced, “I said it so she would let us up.”

“I know, we’ve just got to make it believable now.” Leah whispered as she nodded her head to the lady at the desk who was looking at the two of you intently.

“Alright then, wifey.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on her thigh.

The two of you sat and waited for someone to come down. Whilst you tried to kill some time the two of you were scrolling through instagram on your phone laughing at the occasional post or comment.

About five minutes passed when a doctor came down and called out Brooklyns name signalling for you two to get up. Leah got up first and handed your phone back to you.

You followed the doctor into the elevator and to the room where your brother and his wife were. Going all the way up to the fifth floor and along to one of the very end rooms you were finally ready to see your niece or nephew.

“I’m scared.” You whispered to Leah.

“How come?”

“I haven't held a baby since Harper was born and that was ages ago.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like what if I drop them or I hold them the wrong way-”

“You won't drop them, you’re going to be fine, I promise. Everyone will be there to help you.”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath in before opening the door and making your way into the room.

As soon as you set eyes on the newest addition to the family, you felt all your worries dissipate. You congratulated Brooklyn and Nicola before you silently asked if you could hold their baby.

“What's their name?” You asked as Brooklyn placed his child in your arms.

“He’s called Charlie.” Nicola smiled, looking very tired and worn out.

“Hey Charlie.” You whispered, looking down at the tiny person in your arms.

You sat down next to Leah and the two of you looked at your nephew in awe.

“I told you, you wouldn't drop them.” Leah said quietly as she leaned her head on your shoulder.

“So far so good.” You joked. “You want to hold him?”

“Can I?” Leah asked as she looked up at you and at Brooklyn, he gave her a gentle nod and you carefully handed Charlie over to her.

Placing your arm around Leah’s waist you look over her shoulder as Charlie held onto your finger with the tiny grip he has.

You’ve never felt more content in all your life and you wished that one day you would have a baby of your own but you’ll leave that to your brother for now.

Snapping back into reality, the sound of Charlie’s cries remind you why you don't want kids as of now.

Leah handed Charlie back to Nicola and went around asking if anyone wanted something to eat or drink.

“I’ll come with you.” You said as you stood up and made your way to the door.

“Stay here.” Leah smiled. “I’ll be fine, you need to spend time with your family.”

“You sure?”

“Promise, if I'm not back in ten minutes then I may be dead.” Leah joked.

“Alright.” You chuckled as you held the door open for Leah. “See if they’ve got any doritos.”

“Will do.” Leah said as she walked down the hall.

“You're in deep.” Cruz said as you sat down beside him.

“What?”

“You like her.” Romeo joined in.

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

“Not like that,” Cruz laughed. “You like like her.”

“Romantically.” Romeo added.

“And how do you two know? You're both practically six.”

“We see the way you look at her.”

“And how do I look at her?”

“Like you're in love.” Brooklyn said.

“Great, you're all ganging up on me.” You groaned, making your way over to harper. “Please tell me you're on my side, harps?”

“You’re in love.” Harper giggled, dragging out the ‘o’ in love.

“I’m not.” You said. “I mean, she's my best friend.”

“Have you seriously not watched a single episode of Friends?” Cruz mumbled.

“What's Friends got to do with me being in love with Leah?”

“Woah, you said it, not me.”

“I didnt-” You stopped yourself. “Oh my god.”

You walked backwards till you sat back down next to Cruz.

“Wait hold on, I still have no idea how my situation relates to friends.”

“Monica and Chandler.” Romeo said.

“But we dont live in New York, we havent had sex in London to then fly back to New York to continue having sex and-”

“Cruz just means you are similar as you are best friends and to hopefully become lovers.”

“That's a shit example.” You mumbled. “Your movie and series trivia needs a little boost.”

“You get what I mean though.” Cruz said.

“What do I do?”

“Tell her your feelings.” Your mum said as she gave you a knowing smile.

“What if it ruins our friendship?”

“It wont, now go find her and tell her.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said, hyping yourself up as you looked back at your brothers before walking to where you saw Leah wander off to.

As you walked through many hallways and turned many corners you finally saw Leah making some coffee, her arms filled with snacks.

You made your way towards her when you noticed a guy from earlier, one of the blokes who gave the two of you horrid looks.

“Come on sweetheart, why don't you-”

“Let's not go there.” You said as you stood beside Leah, gently pushing her so she was behind you.

“It’s just a bit of fun, mate.” The guy said.

You could tell he was drunk from the way he swayed from side to side or the fact he had managed to smuggle a beer bottle into a hospital.

“I’m not your mate, so back up and go back to wherever you were originally.”

“Where's the fun in that? I want to treat the pretty lady to a good time.”

“If you couldn't tell, she doesn’t want to have a ‘good time’ with you as she’ll have a better one with me. So leave.”

“Ballsy, why don't you walk away and leave us alone, huh?”

“Okay, bye.” You said as you placed your hand on the small of Leah's back and led her down the hall.

“That's not what I meant.” The guy shouted as he ran up to you and tried to swing at your head.

“Alright, why don't we just calm down?” You grunted as you ducked and weaved away from the man.

Whilst you were trying to dodge the guy he used his beer bottle and swung his arm haphazardly till it connected to the side of your face.

It felt as if the world was moving in slow motion, you didn't fall down, staying planted in your spot, looking up at the man in front of you.

You felt the blood trickle down the side of your head and you straightened yourself back up. Your right hand touched the cut on the side of your head whilst your left pushed Leah away from the two of you.

Luckily enough, before you could do anything stupid, a couple of security guards came rushing over and tackled the drunk to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Leah rushed out as she dropped everything on the floor and cupped your face in her hands.

“Yeah, are you? He didn't touch you did he?” You asked as you held onto Leah's waist, looking her over to see if she had any injuries herself.

“I’m fine, but you're not. You need to see a doctor.”

“It's just a scratch.” You shrugged.

“Even so, I think you should.”

“Alright, but you're coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Nodding, Leah took you through the hospital and back to the front desk, on your way a doctor came out of a room and ushered you both to follow her.

Doing as told you were taken into another room where they sat you down on a bed, preparing the equipment needed.

“How did this happen?” The lady asked as she sterilised a needle and thread.

“Some drunk.” You mumbled. “You must have more important people to attend to, you don't need to worry about me.”

“They can wait.”

Whilst the lady stitched your cut back up, Leah held your hand the whole way through. Squeezing it every so often to make sure you were alright.

Once you were finished you asked if Leah could get either Cruz or Romeo. She was reluctant to leave you but nodded nethertheless.

“Before you go to sleep you’ll need to rewrap your bandages as well as clean your stitches.” The doctor said.

“What are the steps?” You asked, having no idea what to do when you get home.

“There's not many, just a couple.”

“Could you write them down?”

“Of course.”

“Here.” You said as you handed her your phone with the notes app open.

Having all the steps down, the lady handed your phone back to you. Unbeknownst to you, Leah was watching the whole interaction from the door with Cruz beside her, giving a knowing look.

Walking back into the room, Leah was followed by Cruz.

“You’ll need someone to stay with, just for the night. They’ll be there if something happens although it's unlikely anything will.” The lady said.

“I can stay with you.” Leah said as she walked over to you in a protective sort of manner, giving the evils to the doctor beside you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don't want anything else to happen.”

“Okay.”

“Do you have any more questions?” The doctor asked.

“No, we should be good.” Leah smiled as she helped you up and out of the room, Cruz trailing behind trying not to laugh.

You managed to thank the lady before Leah pulled you down the hallway.

“What did you need me for?” Cruz questioned as he walked beside you.

“I didn't want mum or dad, and especially Harper to see me like this so I was wondering if you could tell them that I was going to go back home?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks. I'll see you soon, yeah?” You said as you gave your brother a hug.

“Definitely.”

“Oh tell Brooklyn and Nicola, I am happy for them.”

“Will do.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too, have a safe drive home.”

Giving Cruz one last hug, you finally started to make your way out the hospital.

“Let me drive.” Leah said as she tried to take your keys from your hand.

“Nope. I'm fine.”

“I'm driving.” Leah stated as she stood in front of the driver’s side door.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You got the keys?”

“No-”

“Then you're not driving, you're not even insured on my car.”

“For Christ sake, y/n. Let me drive.”

“No chance, you want the keys, come get them.” You teased as you held your keys above your head.

Leah jumped up and nearly took a hold of them but you moved your hand out of the way just in time.

Smirking, you walked away from her a little and dangled your keys before putting them down the front of your joggers.

“Y/n!”

“Come get them then.” You chuckled.

“That's gross.”

“Let me drive then.”

“I hate you.” Leah mumbled as she walked over to you, standing right in front of you.

Her fingers traced the elastic of your joggers slipping underneath them slightly.

Thinking she would actually grab the keys made your heart rate speed up and Leah noticed the hitch in your breath and increased breathing.

“In your dreams.” Leah whispered against your ear before pulling away and getting in the passenger side of your car.

“God.” You groaned as you leaned your head back and looked up at the sky, trying to calm yourself down.

Finally sitting in the driver's seat you notice Leah unable to contain her laughter.

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, just drive.”

Doing as told you pulled out of your parking space and made your way back to your apartment.

Leah put on her playlist again and the two of you were singing the songs at the top of your lungs.

Once you finally got back to your apartment you let Leah go in before you and you both made your way to the kitchen.

“Do you want to get take out or do you want to make something?” You asked as you looked through your fridge.

“Take out please.” Leah smiled, hopping onto your kitchen counter.

“Coming right up.” You said as you got your phone out and went on to just eat.

It only took a couple of minutes for the food to arrive and you both were quick to sit down on your sofa and eat the lot.

After you had finished your food the two of you cuddled up on the sofa and put on a movie, mamma mia to be exact.

You both were singing all the songs, trying to recreate them at one point before you both decided that you should head to bed.

“So what did the lady tell you to do with your head?” Leah asked as she followed you into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed whilst you went into your ensuite to get your little first aid kit.

“I don't actually remember.” You replied, looking through your cupboards finally finding what you were looking for.

“Why don’t you just text her?” Leah said as you came back into your bedroom.

“What?”

“You got her number, didnt you?” Leah questioned, her voice coming out more harsh than she intended to.

“No? She just put the steps down on the notes app.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Were you jealous, Williamson?”

“Not at all.” Leah said as she looked down at her lap trying to hide the fact her cheeks were a little red out of embarrassment.

“You so were.” You chuckled. “You love me.”

“Shut up and sit down so I can clean your cut.”

“Yes ma’am.” You mumbled as you leaned back on your bed with your head against the headboard.

Leah sat beside you as she got all of the things ready. Gently, Leah placed her hand underneath your chin making you look up at her so she could have better access to the cut.

“This may hurt a little.” Leah said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper. She poured antiseptic over the wound, your back arching off the bed slightly and she gently pressed you back onto the mattress.

“Stop moving.”

She used a wipe and dabbed the cut cautiously as if she would hurt you any more. Letting out a loud ‘ow’ caused Leah to pull away from you.

You let out a laugh after seeing her reaction making Leah look back at you with a very unimpressed face.

“I’m sorry.” You said as your laughter died down. “You just looked so concentrated.”

“You’re hilarious.” Leah said sarcastically as she went back to cleaning your cut but her little smile didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“It did actually hurt though.”

“I’ll do it again if you’re not careful.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Smiling a little Leah dabbed the cut just a little harder and you let out a pained groan.

“I had too, sorry.” Leah chuckled.

“You enjoying me being in pain?”

“Just a little bit.” Leah smiled as she put away the wipes and looked for another bandage.

“You gonna patch me up Doctor Williamson?” You chuckled as you watched Leah go through the first aid kit.

“Shush.” Leah smiled, finally finding what she was looking for.

Again, you decided to mess around and started to wiggle your head so it was borderline impossible to place a bandage on your head.

“Come on, y/n. You’re not making this easy for me.”

“That's the point, Williamson.”

What you didn’t expect was for Leah to sit in your lap and tilt your head down so you were looking directly into her eyes.

Leah placed the bandage over your cut but still stayed on your lap. Your hands found themselves resting on her hips so she didn’t fall off.

There was a beat of silence between you two but you both didn’t mind it, in fact you relished in it.

“You’re blushing.” You whispered as you looked between Leah’s eyes and lips.

“I’m just a little hot, that's all” Leah whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Leah hummed as she shifted on your lap, looking down.

“Look at me.” You said softly. “Leah, look at me.”

She didn’t listen to you and she kept her gaze on her fingers on her lap, in between the both of you. You moved your right hand from her waist and used it to tilt Leah’s head up to make her look at you.

After a moment of silence, you pressed your lips against hers. The sudden impact had stunned Leah, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

You both sighed contently into the kiss. Easily getting lost in each other’s presence.

Butterflies fluttered all around in your stomach as the kiss went from tender to heated in a matter of seconds.

Leah’s heart was pumping out of her chest at the feel of your lips on hers. Her cheeks were burning and she could feel the joy bubbling up inside her.

She tangled her hands into your hair and you rested one hand on the side of her face whilst the other held her waist.

When the need for air became a problem you slowly pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead against Leah’s. Both your breaths in tandem with each other’s.

After calming down a little you both let out small chuckles, not quite believing what just happened.

“There's no one like you, Williamson.” You smiled and Leah felt her cheeks grow a crimson colour.

“I really like you, y/n.” Leah whispered breathlessly.

“I really like you too, more than you can ever imagine.” You said softly.

You cupped her flushed cheek and brushed your thumb over her cheekbone. Leah’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.

Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face.

You admired her for a little while before you dived back in for a second kiss which had the both of you smiling into.

You ended the kiss, feeling your lungs begging for some air gaining a soft wine of protest from Leah. The two of you looked into eachothers eyes just enjoying the moment you were in.

“Do you want some pyjamas?” You asked as Leah got off your lap and sat beside you.

“Please.” Leah smiled as she watched you get up and rummage around your draws trying to find an old t-shirt and some joggers for Leah to wear.

“Are these okay?” You asked as you held up a white t-shirt and some black Nike joggers you found at the bottom of your draw.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Leah went into your bathroom to get changed and you quickly got changed in your room. You had just about put your top on when Leah opened the door, managing to see your abdomen before the t-shirt fell over it.

Your clothes were a little big on Leah but she didn't mind it as they were comfortable and smelt like you.

“What?” Leah asked softly as she placed her clothes on your dresser.

“Nothing,” you smiled, “you look better in my clothes.”

“How cheesy.”

“Ha ha ha.” You chuckled as you got up and walked into your bathroom with her. Looking through your cupboard once again you found a spare toothbrush and handed it to Leah.

“Here’s your toothbrush ma’am”

“Thank you.” Leah smiled as she took it from you and waited for you to put some toothpaste on it before the two of you cleaned your teeth.

After you both finished up in the bathroom, doing your nightly routines, you walked back into the bedroom.

Dramatically flopping onto your bed with style you got underneath the covers and held your arms out, signalling for Leah to come cuddle up with you.

Leah happily obliged and she got into bed, snuggling up into your side. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, your perfume flooded her senses. Her breath making goosebumps rise all over your skin as she cuddled herself into you more.

Chuckling to yourself you felt Leah smile into your neck once she was finally comfortable.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered as you gently stroked your hand up and down Leah's back, making small patterns every so often.

“Goodnight.” Leah hummed contently as she soon drifted off to sleep, her hand intertwined with yours. With you following and falling asleep not long after Leah did.

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 12 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari was the first to stir with the sun rays streaming in through the curtains and hitting his face. He turned over and stretched, sitting up in the nude and rubbing his eyes. He smacked his lips and looked over behind him to find Maddy sleeping peacefully with a smile on her lips. Unable to resist how cute she looked, he bent over and pulled down the covers slightly. 

Her neck and chest were covered in light bruises and Ari bit his lip as he remembered how he had put them there. She was lying on her side, with her boobs squished against each other and her ass popped out, hiding her beautiful pussy from his view. He kissed her cheek and left the bed, deciding to make her breakfast. 

He pulled on his boxers and scratched his chest as he yawned and walked towards the kitchen. He started the kettle for making tea and set the milk to boil. Then he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and found a spare toothbrush in Maddy's vanity. He hoped she wouldn't mind him borrowing it. 

He returned to the kitchen to finish making tea. He checked his phone and his eyes grew wide as he saw the time. 

He was already an hour late.

Quickly he dialed Andy's number. He picked up on the first ring. 

"Hi mate!"

"Hi Ari, what's up?"

"Listen, can you do me a huuuge favour? I swear I'll owe you big time"

Silence on the other end. "That depends. How huge?"

"The size of my dong"

"You mean the size of mine"

"Debatable but whatevs-" Ari spoke over Andy's protests of "hey excuse me" "-so I need you to tell the head of my department to give me the day off. I can't come in today. Tell him I'll speak to him first thing tomorrow and get all my classes rescheduled this week. I promise."

"Hold on. What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah it's fine"

"Do you want me to swing by your place? I have a free period next hour"

Ari panicked because clearly he was not at his own home. "No no, there's no need for that"

Andy paused. "Ari. Tell me what's wrong?"

"Well it's uh, so I'm with Maddy"

"Shit. Is she okay?"

"Yeah she's fine. Well, better than fine. God she's amazing" Ari moaned the last part. Andy chuckled at that. 

"Yes I know that loverboy, but then what's wrong? Why aren't you coming in? I'm worried."

"You worry too much pal. Just chill. You need to loosen up and relax."

"What aren't you telling me Ari?"

"Nothing! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye!" Ari said as he hung up quickly before annoying Andy asked him more questions. He knew he meant well but his lawyer friend could be very relentless with his questions sometimes. 

He returned to his task of making his girl some tea. Meanwhile he pulled out some eggs and bread and decided to make her French toast.

Maddy stirred in the bed when she felt cold. She woke up and stretched, feeling sore all over her body. She realized she was alone in the bed and her lip wobbled, thinking that Ari had broken his promise of not leaving her. There were tears in her eyes when she sat up and looked around for some clothes to put on. 

Her heart lurched when she saw Ari's crumpled shirt from last night on the floor. She was relieved to see it, because even though Ari was sexy, he wasn't cocky enough to go out in the streets shirtless. That meant he was still at her place. 

Maddy let out a cute squee as she shrugged on the shirt. It fell to her mid thigh and she had to roll up the sleeves to get her hands free. She giggled to herself as she inhaled his collar and she had to squeeze her thighs at his manly smell. Ari must spray his cologne at his neck because she could still smell it on his collar. She heard some sizzling sounds from the kitchen, and eagerly she walked there. 

She had to slow down her steps because it hurt down there if she took wide steps. She cursed her man mentally for doing a number on her body last night. 

Her man. She bit her lip at that thought. Ari was here. And he was hers. 

She stopped at the entryway to the kitchen, just soaking up the sight of his back muscles working as he cooked. He was just wearing his boxers so she had a nice view of his broad naked back. She bit her lip when she noticed some red scratch marks along his sides. She didn't remember putting them there, but she knew she was the cause. 

A part of her wanted to run up to him and hug him from behind, but she was scared to run lest she feel the twinges down there. The moment she took a few small steps into the room though, Ari turned around and her surprise moment was gone. 

"Hey motek, look who's awake! Good morning!"

"Morning Ari" she said as she rubbed her eyes. Ari had heart eyes the moment he saw that she was wearing his shirt. He frowned when he saw that she was walking gingerly and wincing. He immediately turned off the stove, ran over to her and picked her up. 

"Ari what are you doing?" She gasped but held him around his neck. 

"I feel sorry that I'm the reason it hurts you while walking, so I'm gonna carry you"

"Stahp, you're so cheesy Ari" she covered her face with one hand as she blushed. Ari frowned again when he saw she had tears in her eyes. "Motek, does it hurt that bad?"

"No. I mean, I'm sore," she blushed and hid her face in his neck at his questions. 

"Then why did you cry?" He asked as he helped her sit in a chair. 

"Noooo, I'm not telling you," she ducked her head and toyed with his shirtsleeve. 

"Why?"

"Because you'll think it's silly," 

"Nothing my cute little Billo does is silly for me, okay? Now spill or I'll tickle you" 

"Noooo, no tickles," she said as she squirmed. Ari knew that she was very ticklish so his threat was going to work. 

"Fine. I'll tell you. I thought you left. Okay? Happy now?"

"Awww, no, I'm not happy. I made you sad billo. And I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I left the bed but I didn't want to wake you,"

"It's just…. I always fear that men just want sex and then the next morning they're gone…I hate one night stands…that's why I didn't date much"

"Awww baby. I know it means a lot to you. You made me promise not to leave. And by the way, good that you didn't date much"

"Ari," she gasped, "why do you say that? That's mean," she slapped his chest. 

"I'm selfish, babe," he said as he gathered her closer in his arms. "If you had dated someone before me, I would never get a chance with you and that would have been so bad for me, right?" 

"You must be telling that to all the girls, hmm?"

"No. Only to the ones who touch themselves after seeing me just once"

"Ariiiii, you meanie," she whined and slapped his chest again. "Will you ever let that go?"

"Maybe. But not now. Now I want you to have breakfast with me. Alright?"

"But I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

"Okay then I'll reheat it for you. Oh and by the way I used your spare toothbrush, I hope you don't mind."

"No. Be my guest." 

"Perfect" Ari stood up and started the stove again. He was making chai on one side and french toast on the other. He flipped the bread and then left the kitchen. 

"Ari, where are you going?"

"To run you a bath!" He shouted from a distance. 

"Can I help with the breakfast?" She yelled back. 

"No, you just sit there and look pretty." 

"Ari the egg is burning!"

"Shit, I'm coming!"

He ran back into the room to turn the stove off. He picked up Maddy again and carried her towards the bathroom. 

"You silly man. Don't you have to go to college?"

"No. I'm playing hooky today"

"Hawww bad boy! And what about me, hmm?"

"Well, why don't you call your patients and cancel their appointments and we'll hang out together?"

"Mmm sounds like a plan," she said as Ari lowered her in her bathtub. The warm water soothed her soreness and she sighed in relief. 

"Feels good?" Ari asked as he helped her unbutton his shirt. 

"Oh yeahhhh" she moaned. Ari could feel himself getting hard again. 

"Do you want to join me?" She asked him.

"I do. You sure?" He said quickly. 

"Yes. Come here," she said as she pulled on his hand. Ari took off his boxers and climbed in with her. 

She leaned her head on his chest. "This is so nice." She whispered and kissed his chest. Ari ran his hands along her back and slyly groped her ass. 

"You got a great ass baby, so spankable," he said as he smacked her lightly. 

"Stahp," she giggled. Her hand shyly touched his dick, which immediately stirred in response. "Oh! Does that hurt?"

"No, it feels good," Ari sighed and kissed her forehead. "Really good. You wanna touch me some more?"

"Mm hmm," 

"Well then, let me show you how to do it," he said as he gave his cock a squeeze and tug. 

Maddy watched him curiously and then batted his hand away. She tried to mimic him and her eyes went big. "Oh! It's so soft!"

"Yeah, it is," Ari chuckled at how she looked at his dick with wonder. As if she was seeing a dick up close for the first time (which was a fact though)

She started tracing his veins and the frenulum at the bottom of his head. She rubbed along his length with a closed fist and then teased his opening with a thumb. 

Ari's hips lifted up in pleasure so suddenly that he splashed some water out of the tub. Maddy didn't seem bothered by that as she continued giving him a handjob. 

"I know people take this in their mouth too, right? I want to try," she said as she leaned down to do the same. 

"Okay," Ari panted, but held her head in his hands."But not now, I don't want you to choke on water in the tub baby" 

"Okay, in bed then?" 

"Fuck, okay baby, sure," he said as one of his hands went down to her bottom again and squeezed her cheeks. He teased her pussy lips from behind and dipped one of his fingers in. 

"Ouch!" She winced. 

"Shit sorry babe. Is it tender?"

"Umm little bit, yeah," she bit her lip. Ari looked at her face and she looked aroused more than in pain. "But I want you to keep going," she pleaded with her eyes. 

"Okay billo, maybe not like this, yeah? Let's get you cleaned up and I'll do it in bed," 

"Mm okay," she pouted and Ari kissed her again. "Later you naughty girl. Let's eat now." 

They left the bathroom and dried themselves. Maddy wanted to stay in his shirt a little longer and Ari didn't object. "Besides, you look very cute in my shirt." 

Back in the kitchen he reheated the tea and breakfast. Maddy called her patients over breakfast to cancel her appointments while Ari listened to her talking in marathi. He smiled as he saw her making adorable faces, but when she was all done, she gave him a grumpy look and kicked him under the table. 

"Ow! Metuka, what was that for?" 

"I had to lie to my patients! And it is all because of you!"

"Bad girl. What did you say?"

She blushed at that. "Well. I said the half truth at least. I told them I can't come because I can't walk."

Ari looked smug at that but bit his lip to hide his smile. "Well that's not a lie"

"Yeah, but I can't tell them why I can't walk right? So I…said I fell off the bed and sprained my ankle."

Ari couldn't control anymore and burst out laughing. "Sorry babe but that's just so funny. And adorable."

"Whatever, you meanie. Forget about apologizing to me, because, you know, you're totally responsible for my problem, instead you're laughing at me."

"Aww I'm sorry kitten. I'll make it up to you in bed. How does that sound, hmm?"

Ari carried her to bed again. "Are you gonna carry me everywhere? You're spoiling me Ari"

He made a fake serious face. "Well, I have to pay the price for hurting you last night, which I'm doing."

"Such a drama queen you are!" She said as he put her down on the bed and crawled over her. He immediately claimed her lips in a deep kiss that made her toes curl. 

This time she opened her legs willingly for him because she was really eager to feel him in her pussy. She grabbed his hair and started pushing him down. Ari got the hint and decided not to tease her. 

"Uff Billo, so impatient,"

"Yeah I've been waiting, Ari," she moaned in a sultry voice. "Been waiting all throughout breakfast for this."

"Aww such a good girl," he said as he kissed her pussy lips. "But a very needy pussy, hmm?" He smacked her lightly down there, making Maddy squeal. 

"Did that hurt?"

"No, felt good, Ari," she whimpered. 

Ari started kissing and licking her, trying to recall the moves that she had liked last night. He started fingering her and she was lost in moans and whimpers. Suddenly she pulled him by the arm towards herself. 

"What? What happened billo?"

"Ari, I was thinking,"

"What metuka?"

"I think you should keep a box of condoms here" 

Ari's lips twitched again. "And?"

"And another box at your place,"

"Anything else?"

"Carry a box with you," she hid her face in her pillow. Ari started laughing again. "How much sex do you want to have baby? Gosh, I didn't know I had such a horny kitten on my hands."

"I love it, okay? Don't judge me," she whined. 

"Mmm if it makes you feel better billo, I love it too," he whispered in her ear and kissed it. 

Ari started rubbing his erection on her wet pussy making Maddy gasp and moan. She pushed his boxers down with her feet and started kissing him. 

Ari growled when his dick rubbed against her clit. He grabbed it and knocked the head against her entrance. 

"Baby, can I put it in? Just a little bit, please?"

"Yeah, why don't you put the whole thing in?" She said, already pulling his hips towards herself with her thighs. 

"Fuck, I want to, but I don't have another condom right now."

"Oh! So…what now?"

"I can't cum near you…"

"Shhh it's okay….pull out when you want to."

"God, Billo, you're killing me. Don't say things like that,"

"Why?"

"Coz it's too tempting" he said as he rutted his hips against her. 

"Mmm okay, just be careful. I don't have any protection."

"Okay, fuck, I'll try," he said as he rubbed his tip over her pussy lips. He put his tip inside her warmth and she squeezed her inner muscles, causing Ari to come dangerously close. 

"Fuck baby I'm close," Ari said as he pulled out and climbed out of bed. He started jerking off. Maddy followed him and came to kneel before him. 

Ari growled loudly and cupped a palm below his balls to prevent spillage. After he was finished, he opened his eyes and saw a pouting Maddy kneeling before him. 

"Umm babe, what are you doing?"

"Ari, I wanted you to cum on my boobs. Like they do it in porn,"

"Fuck Billo. You're naughtier than I thought. You watched porn huh?" Ari panted as he fetched a towel to clean himself. 

"Hey," she flipped her hair. "Virgin and innocent are two different things, mister. And by the way, do you think it's possible to remain either in today's times?" 

"Ah you've got a point there. Well, tell me about the first time you watched porn then," he said as he cleaned up and picked her up again. 

"Well the first time I watched it I didn't understand what it was…"

"Mm hmm"

And so they cuddled on the bed and chatted while they dozed off. 

Some time later Maddy tiptoed out of bed because she needed to pee. She was also feeling cold with just a thin shirt on. After she finished her business, she stopped before her dresser and grabbed her lotion. She rubbed the lotion all over herself and then decided to surprise Ari a little bit. She owned a cute and sexy babydoll which she had bought for bed, but with her newfound confidence she felt like it was perfect to tease Ari. 

She slipped the tiny translucent black number on, without any bra or panties. She turned around to tiptoe back to bed but let out a squeal when she saw that Ari was awake and checking her out. 

"Ari! Shit you scared me! I thought you were sleeping,"

"No, I'm not," he gasped. He was breathing hard too. Maddy was puzzled but then she saw movement under the blankets. 

"Ari, what are you doing?"

"Sorry Billo, you putting on the lotion was the hottest show I ever saw, I can't help it, fuck," he said as he jerked himself harder. 

Maddy was shocked but she recovered quickly. "That's not fair. I must punish you you naughty boy,"

"Really?" He smirked. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Well for starters, you're not allowed to waste your cream two times in a row."

Ari's cock jolted when he heard that. "W-what do you mean?"

"It means I'm going to practice giving you a blowjob, and you're not allowed to cum until I say so. Okay?"

Ari gulped. "Okay billo."

Maddy tied her hair back and got down to business. Safe to say that Ari came a little too quickly thanks to her enthusiastic virgin mouth on him but then he made it up to her by eating her out again. 

#ari levinson #chris evans #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x innocent!reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x indian reader #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans smut #chris evans x woc

[aegirine-purple]

I am deadset on finishing my long(ish) fic for Town of Salem. I need to finish it, I have so many WIPs in the graveyard already lol. That being said, the plot bunnies are hitting hard and I spat out the beginnings of a crackfic while getting stuck on dialogue. I refuse to post this on ao3 and make it yet another WIP that I will see sitting on my account so I shall put it here and free myself from this curse

"You’re joking," the Vampire Hunter said. "You’re all— this is some kind of elaborate prank or something. You can’t possibly look at him and tell me he’s not a vamp!"

The Doctor blinked at the Vampire Hunter, then at the supposed Bodyguard. It was clear that the Vampire Hunter was no more believed than before. 

"He's as confirmed as one can get," she said, kind but firm. "He protected the Mayor, remember? I had to rescue him the other night from drowning in a pool of his own blood after taking down that Serial Killer. He's sick, not undead. Lay off the poor man."

The Bodyguard in question was buried beneath several layers of jackets, face obscured by a scarf. "I’m fine," he said, voice dampened by the fabric. He shivered.

"You are wearing a parka in the middle of summer," the Vampire Hunter said flatly. "You look like a walking corpse. For god’s sake, your eyes are red."

"I've had worse," the Bodyguard insisted stubbornly. The Doctor patted his back. 

"Sleep early," she said crisply. "Don’t forget to drink plenty of water."

The Bodyguard nodded, rubbing at his temples. "Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that," he said. "I’ll be up and ready tomorrow, I swear." 

He sounded so earnest that the Vampire Hunter almost questioned for a moment if the ‘Bodyguard’ was truly unaware of his condition; but surely not. There was no way a newly converted vampire could miss such a life-changing event, right?

Right.

This particular vampire was a talented liar for the Vampire Hunter to even entertain the possibility— not that it mattered. The Vampire Hunter would stake him tonight, regardless of any pretty words.

It was just frustrating that nobody else believed him.

"You cannot be serious," the Vampire Hunter said, and he wasn’t sure if he was talking to the Doctor, the Bodyguard, or the rest of the townspeople in the square. All of them, probably. "I stake vampires for a living. I know what a vampire looks like when I see one. It’s my job."

The Doctor sighed.

"It's just the flu," the Bodyguard said, muffled beneath the mass of coats. "I'll get over it."

The Vampire Hunter threw his hands into the air. "You're literally undead!"

"I'll get over it!" 

"How do you get over being undead?!" the Vampire Hunter said exasperatedly, and turned towards the rest of the townspeople. "Look, we have vampires. You all know it, because a Framer died to one at the beginning of the week and I staked another in the heart last night. So believe me when I say that this man—" he pointed towards the human coat-rack that was the Bodyguard— "has been bitten!"

There was a brief silence. 

The Bodyguard sneezed.

The Lookout came forward and clapped the Bodyguard on the shoulder. "Get better soon," he said, heartfelt. A chorus of well-wishes followed.

The Vampire Hunter slapped a hand over his eyes.

Then Town lynched the Retributionist, because they could, and everyone went home for the night.

(Yes, the BG is that stupid, he fell asleep and missed out on his own conversion.)

#town of salem #fanfic

[quietwingsinthesky]

6!

number 6! chapter 3 of a pokemon fic i have been. uh. totally definitely working on and didn't forget about no way. title of this document is: blue is tramsgender p3, or (pokemon colosseum announcer voice) RED GET OFF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN

the fic is currently on anon since it's unfinished and having an unfinished fic on my page was stressing me out lmao, but the first two chapters are here. chapter 3 is... nowhere near complete. but i swear i'll finish it one day. it means a lot to me. i sure love projecting my gender onto characters from 1999.

anyway, i do have a scene right here that i wrote between oak and blue that is. maybe my favorite thing i've written in the fic at all. so i'm throwing it all out on here lmao. (context being that i took the canon fact of blue going to the kalos region and moved it before he becomes a gym leader, meaning that someone else had to take over viridian gym in the meantime and the closest person available was oak. who hasn't seen his grandson in person in a while and even before wasn't exactly... let's say, good at the whole 'blue being trans' thing. not maliciously, but you know, forgetful. and well. you'll see.)

“He’s my grandpa,” Blue says as he pushes past the rookie. “I’m not fighting any of you. I’m dragging him home for dinner.”

“Who even are you?” The other trainer calls after him. Blue turns and cocks a grin. Jolteon bounds around his feet, fur bristling.

“The name’s Blue,” he says, and with a faux salute and a twist of his heel, “smell ya later!” He marches right into the heart of the gym. It isn’t anything like he remembers. It’s been fully remodeled since the days of Giovanni, but it’s also... lacking, somehow. Gramps got rid of all the traces of his predecessor, but there’s nothing filling the space. Blue was expecting at least a poster or three of fun facts about Pokemon, or type advantages, or anything. The walls are bare and beige. The only interruptions are the doors, and eventually, Blue finds the one that leads to Gramps’ office.

Samuel Oak, it reads, Leader of Viridian Gym.

Blue takes a deep breath, fills his lungs before the shouting match begins. He opens the door.

“Hey, Gramps, heard you-” He announces, boisterous. He stops. Jolteon makes a curious chirp at his feet. “Gramps?” He's face-down on his desk. Blue’s heart skips a beat until Gramps snores like a chainsaw, and Blue lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He walks around the desk. “Hey. Hey! Wake up, old man!” Blue should shake him. He doesn’t. He keeps calling until Gramps jumps and sits upright. He looks haggard. It’s only been two years, but there are so many more lines set in his face, his hair thinned, his eyes paler.

“Who-?” Gramps squints at him. “Oh. A trainer? You’re a little late to challenge me. Come back—” He yawns. “—tomorrow.”

“This joke never was funny,” Blue growls. He leaves Gramps’ side of the desk, standing across from him instead and crossing his arms. “What’s your excuse this time? No one said my name in two years, so you just happened to forget again?” He’s not hurt. He’s never hurt. He’s fine, and his eyes aren’t stinging, and his throat doesn’t ache, and he didn’t expect anything different, so it’s fine. Gramps blinks up at him.

“I’m sorry? Do I know you?” His hand slides over his desk, grasping until it finds a pair of glasses. Blue’s only ever seen Gramps wear glasses while he was reading. Gramps puts them on now and blinks twice. “There we are. Now, who are...” Gramps trails off as he takes in Blue’s face. Blue pinches his mouth. Jolteon presses against his leg, purring. Gramps stares at him for a long time, his mouth falling open. He looks heartbroken.

“I’m your grandson,” Blue snaps, “or are you going to pretend you don’t recognize me, too?” Forget a name, and you never have to acknowledge it changed. Forget your grandson, and you never have to see him standing in the place you expected to have a granddaughter. Blue never should have come back. Gramps stands.

“Arceus...” Gramps whispers. He never used that kind of language when Blue was a kid. Blue screws up his face. His throat feels tight. If Gramps starts yelling now, he’s not going to be able to give it his all back, and then what’s the point? “You... You look...” Gramps puts a hand over his mouth. Blue wants it to be horror. He can defend himself against horror and anger and everything in between. It’s not. Gramps’ eyes water, spill, and he’s crying. Just like that, Blue is a disappointment again. He takes a step back.

“Guess I had to get that over with,” he hears himself say. “Time to draw up a new will, huh, Gramps? Keep me off it this time?” He needs to leave. He turns.

“Wait!” Gramps says. Blue ignores him. He runs, because that’s what he’s good at. “Wait!” he hears Gramps call again, but like the rookie at the door, Blue doesn’t stop for him. He can hear Gramps behind him, not running but moving as hurriedly as his old limbs will let him. “Blue!” Gramps yells.

And Blue stops.

He can’t turn around. He hears Gramps approaching, panting heavily, out of breath. He can’t turn around. Gramps puts a hand on his shoulder and tugs. He can’t- Blue turns.

He’s taller than Gramps. When did he get taller than his grandfather?

They stare at each other.

“Look at you,” Gramps says, quietly. Blue swallows. “Why, I’d barely recognize you, my boy, only...” Gramps lifts his hand from Blue’s shoulder to touch his face. He stops before he makes contact. He drops his hand. Blue sniffs. “I wouldn’t recognize you,” Gramps repeats, “but you look so much like your father.” Gramps looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and as though he’d give anything to let it stay and haunt his home. He lifts both his hands now and puts them on Blue’s shoulders, still looking over his face. “And you shot up like a tree. You get that from your mother’s side, I’ll bet, but that face... You’re the spitting image of him the day he came home from his journey.”

Blue sucks in a breath. He wants to say something. He starts crying.

Gramps doesn’t seem to know what to do with that. He pulls Blue an inch closer by the shoulders as though to draw him into a hug, but then freezes and lets him go. Pats him on the shoulder once. Looks like he’s afraid he’s broken Blue, and honestly, Blue’s not sure his fears are unwarranted. Blue wipes at his eyes. With a rough voice, he manages, “Daisy wants you to come home. For dinner. Because I’m back from Kalos.”

“Visiting?” Gramps says, which is all Blue needs to know that he hasn’t been reading all of the letters Blue sends home. Blue looks at the dark circles under his eyes and shakes his head.

“Staying?” He means it as a statement. It tilts up at the end into a question, whether he wants it to or not. Gramps blinks at him.

“Oh,” he says, and he smiles, “welcome home, then.”

#ask #pokemon #transgender pokemon characters agenda GO

[touchmycoat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Portgas D. Ace/Sabo, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco & Portgas D. Ace, Fushicho Marco | Phoenix Marco/Portgas D. Ace/Sabo Characters: Sabo (One Piece), Portgas D. Ace, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco, Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Married Couple, Family Loss, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Running Away, Japanese Architecture, Angst with a Happy Ending, Healing Summary:

“Happy anniversary.”

Ace tilted his head up and happily received the kiss from his husband.

#it's mid kinktober can i take oNE free day #the answer is yes #kinktober 2019 #sorry this is my actual cop out lmfao #IT'S FINE I'LL FINISH THE OTHER FIC TOMORROW I SWEAR IT #marcoacesabo

[illicitlimerence-writes]

uncle darling | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k request: yes/no by an anon: "hey, can i request a imagine with charles leclerc where you arrive on a date with charles leclerc's family with a baby in their arms and everyone asks you if it's yours but in reality it is your sister's who asked you to keep it urgently, please?" prompt: babysitter canceled/family date night from this prompt list. warnings: kids, fluff, language, the leclerc brothers sharing one braincell, i think that's it. a/n: we're almost done with this!!! i was worried i wasn't going to finish this one in time, and i'm not that happy with how this turned out, but i tried my best. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

the moment you and charles started dating, his family welcomed you with opened arms immediately. often, you’d find yourself hanging out with pascale, going out for a girls’ day just the two of you. you’d discuss different topics with lorenzo, which you both left with more knowledge than you started the night with. and with arthur, you’d cheer for him whenever he got into his race car, the weekends where he and charles would have races together were probably one of the best ones for you.

needless to say, you loved them and they loved you just as much. which was why you decided to throw a little celebration party for arthur, who was about to have the last race of the championship he was currently taking part in. and since everyone’s schedules were pretty hectic, the only available day was valentine’s day.

“charles, you haven’t seen your family in a bit, and you’re leaving on wednesday.” you explained, pressing a soft kiss on his lips to stop him from pouting. “plus, you were the one who suggested we do something in the first place!” you place a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow.

“but not on valentine’s day! i want you all to myself,” he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you close to his front. you tried to keep a stern face, but the way he left small kisses and bites on your neck made it impossible.

“then you’ll call your mom and cancel,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“she’ll kill me. and you know she loves you more than she loves any of us.” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

you were about to say something when your phone rang, you kissed his cheek quickly before slipping away from his embrace.

“hello?” you answered, lifting the phone up to your ear.

“(y/n)! thank god you answered,” it was your sister.

“what happened?” you asked, sitting down on a stool in the kitchen.

“so, you know valentine’s day is tomorrow, and ben and i have plans, obviously.”

“okay…” you butted in, not knowing where this story was going.

“but, turns out our babysitter got sick. and we don’t have anyone to watch mila. so, i was wondering if…”

“you want me to look after mila tomorrow,” you finished for her, hearing her sighing on the other end of the line.

“could you? please? i haven’t left the house in weeks, and i’m in desperate need of some alone time. i love my child, i really do, but, i want a night for myself,”

“i get it. can i call you back in a bit?”

“sure. and if you can’t look after her it’s fine, we’ll think of something else,”

“don’t worry, i had some things planned but i think she can join us,”

“oh, thank you so much! i swear, whenever you and charles have kids i’ll be the first one to volunteer to look after them,” she sighed, making you laugh.

“well, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, i’ll call you back in five minutes, okay?”

“yeah, okay,” she hung up after that. now, to tell charles the news.

“baaabyyy,” you sang, in the same tone of voice you always used when you wanted something.

“who was it?” he opened his arms, inviting you to join him on the bed, where he was currently laying on.

“my sister, she wanted to ask for a favor,” you started, leaving small kisses on his chin, his cheek.

“what kind of favor?” he asked, his hand slipping under your shirt, meeting the skin of your back.

“they were planning to go out tomorrow-” you started and charles interrupted you.

“like all normal couples, do,” you rolled your eyes.

“yes, whatever. but, as it turns out, mila’s babysitter is sick. which means, they need me to look after her,” you said, pecking his lips.

“aw, baby mila,” he pouted, and you nodded. charles absolutely loved your two-year-old niece with his entire heart. he’d play tea parties with her, dress up in whatever princess costume she wanted him to wear.

“i know. and i know that you wanted to cancel the dinner with your family, but, why don’t we do both? look after mila and spend time with your family,” you suggested, and he gave in.

“fine. but as soon as that kid falls asleep, i’m not responsible for my actions,” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you over so he was now on top of you.

“okay,” you laughed in between kisses.

-

“thank you so much, i promise we’ll be here early tomorrow to pick her up,” your sister said as she handed you mila’s bag with everything she might need for the rest of the afternoon and the next morning.

“don’t worry, you guys enjoy your night together, have fun!” you said, taking mila from your sister’s arms, the girl had fallen asleep on their way to your home.

“lifesaver. love you!” she leaned down to kiss mila’s head, waved her hand and rushed to the car, where her husband was waiting.

“come on, baby mila,” you balanced the sleeping toddler in your arms, closing the door behind you and walking to your living room.

the house was quiet, charles was out getting some things you still needed for that night’s dinner, so it was just you and the baby for a little while. you set her things down, sitting with her in your arms. you took your phone out, scrolling mindlessly until your eyes started feeling heavy. you let sleep take over you, wrapping your arms around mila protectively.

about twenty minutes later, charles walked in, holding several bags of snacks, and ingredients you needed for dinner.

“amour?” he called, setting the bags down on the kitchen island. “baby?” he tried again, this time hearing a soft sigh coming from the living room. he walked in, seeing mila moving in your arms, her eyes opening slowly as she yawned.

“ma?” she asked, looking around, “auntie ange,” she gasped once she saw you sleeping.

“hi, mila,” charles said, catching her attention. the girl was lying on her stomach, and she turned her head as she heard his voice.

“uncle darling!” she exclaimed. since she’d started talking, she’d call you both by the nicknames you used for each other- charles loved calling you ‘mon ange’, and you always called him ‘darling’. it was no surprise when the girl started repeating the words. mila tried to turn around, charles smiled and leaned down to grab her.

“how are you, baby princess?” charles kissed mila’s head as she leaned it against his shoulder.

“where’s ma and da?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen.

“i think they already left, mon coeur,” he set the girl on the kitchen island as he began taking the groceries out. “did they tell you you’re staying with us?” he asked as he washed an apple.

“yeah, i sleep with you and auntie ange,” she giggled as charles handed her a slice of the apple.

“that’s right. what did you and auntie ange do when i was gone?” he asked, handing the girl another slice once she finished her first one.

“i was asleep in the car, i didn’t know i was with ange,” she nibbled on her fruit, charles nodded in understanding. “can we play?” she asked.

“give me one minute, ma belle, okay? i just need to put this away and we can play all you want,” the girl nodded, swinging her legs over the edge of the marble island, “careful,” charles said, even though his back was toward her.

“how did you know?” mila gasped, eyes blown wide as she carefully moved her dangling legs.

“i have powers,” charles laughed, turning toward the girl, hands ready to tickle her.

“uncle darling! no!” mila giggled uncontrollably, doubling over to cover her stomach. “stop!”

“but the tickle monster wants more tickles!” charles yelled, pressing soft kisses all over the girl’s head as the girl fought against him.

“what is going on here? tickle war without me?” you appeared, standing in the doorway, a hand on your hip as you watched the two of them.

“auntie ange!” mila squealed, trying to get off the island to run to you, but charles held her back, helping her down instead. two little arms wrapped around your legs, your hands went to mila’s hair, the perfect blonde curls that made her look like a princess even when she’d just woken up from a nap and was having a tickle war.

“i see you woke up before me, cupcake.” you crouched in front of her.

“yeah, uncle darling woke me up!” she accused him, and you gasped.

“did he?” mila nodded, “well, i’m sure he didn’t mean to. listen, baby princess, in a few hours, uncle darling’s brothers and his mom are coming over, okay?” the girl nodded after a few seconds, “okay, we are all going to have a nice dinner, is that alright?”

“yeah. they play with me?” she looked at charles, who nodded as he walked to you, picking her up. you stood up, leaning against charles’s free shoulder.

“of course! we can all play outside after we’re done. does that sound nice?” charles asked, kissing her cheek. mila nodded.

the three of you started getting the food ready. it was nothing fancy, but with the presence of a toddler, it took you twice the time to get everything done because she wanted to help. you let her, of course. you loved spending time with her and getting to show her new things was one of your favorite things ever.

“and now, we wait for a bit until it finishes baking,” you explained, seeing mila looking at the banana bread you made together through the glass of the oven door.

“i smell bananas,” charles stated as he walked down the stairs. he’d gotten a shower while you and mila made the bread.

“come on, mila, let’s change your clothes,” you made grabby hands at her, but she shook her head, crossing her arms over her shoulders.

“uncle darling!” you looked at charles, who raised his hands in defeat.

“fine, you go with uncle darling, i’ll go take a shower, okay?” you leaned down to kiss her forehead, she nodded. “she’s all yours, uncle darling,” you tapped his chest twice, walking away.

“what do you want to wear, mila?” charles asked, grabbing her tiny hand and leading her to the living room, where he grabbed her bag and then they went to the guest bedroom downstairs.

“pink tutu!” she giggled, charles scanned through all the things your sister had packed, spotting the pink tulle skirt. “rainbow unicorn shirt!” she grabbed it.

“here,” charles handed her a pair of thick, pink tights, “do we like these?”

“yeah! i’ll be a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!” she giggled, grabbing her toy crown and placing it on her head. charles laughed, nodding at the innocence and imagination of the girl.

“yes, you are!” he told her. "can you change while i take the banana bread out of the oven?" he asked, and the girl nodded. he laid out the clothes for her and bolted out of there. once he returned, he found the spare hairbrush you kept for her. “are you excited about tonight?" he asked once he returned, the girl was ready, she only had to put on her tutu.

"yes. i want to play with all of you. can we play princess and the dragon and the knights and-" she rambled, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing. "my tutu!" she jumped down from the bed and pulled the tutu up her skirt. "let's go uncle darling!" she grabbed charles's hand and led him to the door. "up!" she extended her arms and charles picked her up, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as she circled his neck with her arms.

"what the fu-fork!" arthur almost slipped up, but his mother elbowed him and he corrected himself.

"charles?" his mom asked as charles and mila moved out of the way to let them all in.

"who's this?" lorenzo asked, waving at the girl, who leaned her head in the crook of charles's neck.

"i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina prin- my crown! uncle darling, my crown!" she squealed, wiggling in his arms until charles put her down. as soon as her little feet touched the floor she set off looking for her crown.

"did you adopt a child and didn't tell us?" arthur narrowed his eyes at him.

"aw, i always knew you were going to be a dad first out of all of us," lorenzo clapped his shoulder.

"did you two not hear what the girl called him?" pascale asked, standing between her two sons.

"uncle darling! i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!" she sang, twirling around, showing the glitter of her tutu.

"uncle-" arthur started.

"darling," lorenzo finished. "(y/n)'s niece?" he guessed, and Charles nodded.

"auntie ange!" mila cheered as you walked down the stairs.

"hi, everyone!" you said hi to all of them, lifting mila up in your arms, "i see you've met miss mila over here, she's my niece. did you say hi?" you asked, leaning your nose on her cheek.

"hi!" she waved at them.

after the first introductions were made, you all went to your kitchen, where you finished preparing the food as mila played with arthur.

"my brothers thought mila was ours," charles whispered as you set the table.

"wait, really?" you asked, smiling.

"apparently lorenzo always knew i'd be the first to have kids," he rolled his eyes, walking to you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you until your back met his chest.

"ha!" you cackled, "i can see it, though."

"me too. to be honest, i've always pictured myself as a young father. and you?"

"gotta put a ring on it first," you leaned your head back against his shoulder, watching through the kitchen window as lorenzo joined his younger brother and mila outside. "she's got them wrapped around her little finger," you chuckled.

"and if that's how they are with our niece, imagine how they'll be with…"

"i know," you smiled, moving your head to the side, placing a kiss on his cheek. "i want one."

"as soon as she falls asleep, i swear," he promised.

"okay," you laughed.

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[sebearie]

midnight study dates

✿ college! kuroo tetsurō x gn! reader

"you look cute," he said, resting his head on his arms, looking up at you as you glared at him.

your eye bags more prominent than ever. hair disheveled, aggressively ruffled after hours of intense frustration. you were pretty sure you could pass off as that trashcan puppet from elmo. "shut up kuroo, i look like absolute crap."

"never seen crap look so cute," he grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes, pulling your glasses off your face.

"hey," you whined, as he held them up in front of his eyes, squinting, trying to see through them, "your eyesight sucks."

"kuroo, need those to see," you pouted, barely containing a smile as he tried on your glasses.

"hmmm, say please," he teased, pushing it up his nose bridge.

"m'not saying that," you crossed your arms, turning away from him in defiance.

"then i guess i'll just keep these," he said taking them off, eyes carefully trained on your expression as he slowly inched it towards his backpack. "fine fine, please," you rolled your eyes, finally giving in as he smirked.

"say it then."

"i just did kuroo," you sighed, resting your temple on your hand as you rubbed it.

"say 'kuroo, give me back my glasses..."'

"kuroo, give me back-."

"ah ah let me finish dummy, 'pretty please my dashing boyfriend,'" he chuckled as you glared at him. "and don't forget the puppy eyes yn, shh shh," he placed a finger on your lips as you tried to retort.

"...fine, kuroo, give me back my glasses," you paused as he looked down at you expectantly with a wide smile mouthing "puppy eyes." and that's the last straw for you as pulled him by the forearm towards you, his face inches away from yours, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing a little, cherishing the moment, you steal the glasses off his hand and smirk in victory.

"hey, that's cheating," he laughed, trying to snatch it back as you moved it around in the air trying to avoid him.

"i don't make the rules," you stuck your tongue out at him, stretching your arm out behind you, this time he moves towards you, your noses just barely missing each other. caught off guard you relax your grip on the glasses as he steals it back and kisses your nose.

"two can play at this game babe."

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bonus! your first encounter:

"i can't believe i almost failed this one too! i can't understand anything, i'm gonna have to pull an all-nighter for tomorrow's test," you groaned into the call leaning against the vending machine. kuroo unintentionally eavesdropping when he gets a snack for himself.

a few hours later, kuroo's about to leave the library when he sees you, sleeping on your desk, mouth slightly agape, chuckling to himself at the sight. you swear you feel something cool press against your cheek even in the daze of your dreams, you wake up to see a canned drink with a sticky note stuck to the side written, "you can do it! i believe in you" with a little smiley face, and just like that your night feels a little less sucky.

seyeon's note ✿: first of a few reposts of my favourite drabbles/fics from my old acc, just because i want them all in one place! i read an amazing kuroo series yesterday and hhhh im so inspired to write stuff again ✨

interactions = free onigiri 🍙 (i know a guy ☺︎)

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Invisible String

Summary - Dean Winchester was never a man who would freely speak about his feelings and emotions. The reader, is his best friend of many years but some wrong choices and words of Dean's pushes a the reader away.

Pairing - AU Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings - Fluff (lots of fluff), angst-ish, swearing, mentions of abusive relationship, mentions of bad parenting, cheating

Square filled - Bestfriend AU ( @spndeanbingo )

Word count - 6150

A/N - This is written for @supernatural-jackles' Bi-weekly challenge. The prompts are in bold. Spn dividers by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89 (go check her blog out) Beta'd by @mariekoukie6661 (she is a sweetheart for agreeing to take a look at this long fic. Thank you💕)

“So what are we watching?” You asked as you slumped down on the yellow couch. You were dead on your feet after a long week of work but you just couldn't break tradition and not hang out with your best friend like every friday. Pulling the comforter close to your body, you let out a sigh of contentment. Truth be told, no matter how exhausted you were, you always looked forward to movie night.

“I picked the movie last friday, now it's your turn,” Dean handed you a bottle of beer and took a seat beside you. Your eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, a knowing smile appeared on your face as Dean's lips curled up in disgust. “No chick flicks,” he warned.

“I get to call dibs on the movie tonight so I picked,” you paused for a second to create a dramatic effect, “The Proposal.”

“No!” Dean cried out in horror.

“Oh come on, it is not going to be that bad. Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock are in that movie.” you winked at him, making him groan and he picked up a cushion to cover his face, “Now, now don't be so dramatic.” He removed the cushion from his face and glared at you. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. “Pizza's here!” He exclaimed as he got up to open the door. You turned on the tv, opened Netflix and put on the movie.

“I don't understand how we can be best friends,” Dean grumbled as he came back to the room, “you eat your pizza with pineapple on it.” “It tastes good. You should try it one day.” you said and took the two boxes of food from his hand, setting them down on the table in front.

“Are you kidding me? Even if that becomes the only food available on earth, I still won't eat it. You can't put fruits on pizza,” he said, and took a slice from his own pizza and nestled into the comforter beside you.

“Tomato is a fruit, De,” you said, biting into the slice in your hand. You heard him mutter something under his breath which you ignored and shifted your focus to the movie playing on the screen. Halfway through the movie, you yawned and snuggled into your best friend. He wrapped his warm hands around you, pulling you closer to him. “You want to head back now?” He asked softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Nuh-uh,” you said, “I want to finish the movie. I need to see if Andrew got Margaret back .” That elicited a chuckle from Dean, the vibrations of his laugh shaking your body a little.

“You're so stubborn and they are gonna find each other, it's a chick flick for God's sake,” he said, “they love each other, clearly.”

“Speaking of love, Cas asked me out,” you said, making Dean sit up straight. “What'd you say?” He asked

“Yes obviously. I need to dive back into the dating life,” you shrugged, “and Cas seems like a good guy.”

“He is but I thought you wanted to wait because of what happened with you know ‘ he who must not be named’,” he said, and you picked up the remote to pause the movie.

“I can't live in the past. I need to move on. It has been two years since I've gone on a date and it's not like I'm getting engaged tomorrow. It's just a date,” you said, messing with the loose end of the comforter.

“As you wish. I'm just looking out for you.”

“I know. You always do,” you said, giving Dean a tight hug, “and I kinda miss doing it.”

“Doing what?” “Sex,” Dean's eyebrows shot up, “oh come on, it's not like I didn't use to have sex with….him.”

“So,” he gulped, “so you m-miss doing….it?”

“Kind of. My fingers are not enough, you know what I mean right?”

“Of course, of course,” Dean cleared his throat, blush crept up his neck.

“And it's not just sex, I miss the physical touch, I miss those things that are part of a relationship,” you said, “I need this and I think I'm ready.”

“If you think you're ready, then it's fine. I just don't want to see my best friend with a broken heart again.” he said, his fingers getting entangled in your hair, as he slowly massaged your scalp.

“That feels good,” you moaned, “after that hell of a meeting with Azazel, I needed this night De. Thank you for always being there.”

“You're my best friend. I'll always be there when you need me even if you make me watch stupid romcoms.” he grinned, “Azazel creating problems again?”

“He never seems to approve of the templates and designs I make no matter how hard I try to make them loveable and on the other hand, the shitty designs made by Abaddon always gets approved.” you groan.

“Why don't you change jobs?”

“I can't. It's not that simple. Life's going good. I don't want to disrupt it by going on a job hunt.” you sighed.

“What if you start working for my company?” You immediately turned your head towards Dean and looked at him with surprise clear in your eyes.

“No.” “Why not?

“I'm a graphic designer, De. I'm not built to work in your company,” you said.

“Be my PA. I really need a personal assistant to help me keep upto date with my schedule and I'm a mess after Charlie left.” Dean said.

“But what is my job criteria? That I'm your best friend? It's like taking advantage of you. I can't do that.”

“What if you work as my PA after being interviewed for the job?” He asked. “Fine, maybe I can give it a shot,” you said.

“Awesome! Meet me in my office on Monday, ten in the morning, sharp. I don't tolerate tardiness.” he said, slipping quickly in the work mode.

“Aye, aye captain.” You giggled, but a deep frown soon appeared on your face.

“What?” “What if it messes up our relationship?”

“It won't. I know how to separate my work life from my personal one,” Dean assured.

“I guess, then it's okay,” you smiled.

“So about your date with Cas. Where's he taking you?”

“I have no idea,” you chuckled, “he said it will be a surprise.”

“That's-that's great but he should know that you hate surprises,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“He doesn't know me very well. I'll let that pass this one time,” you told Dean.

“Fair enough,” he laughed. You yawned once more, as you tried to fight the drowsiness that was threatening to take over you.

“You want to head back home now or you want to crash here tonight, sleepyhead?” Dean smiled.

“I don't think I can drive all the way in such a state. Do you mind if I crash here?” You grinned, knowing very well he didn't mind because you crashed in his guest rooms on most of the Friday nights. He rolled his eyes as he got up from the couch.

“I'll prepare the guest room.” You sleepily nodded at him. You didn't realise you had fallen asleep but you were soon woken up when you felt your body move.

“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up. I'm taking you to bed,” you found yourself in Dean's arms as he headed towards the guest room with you, “you looked too peaceful sleeping. Go back to sleep.” He softly murmured. Dean gently placed you in the bed, pulling the cover upto your chest as you snuggled into the warmth of the covers. Within a few minutes, you had dozed off.

“Morning, sunshine. Pancakes for you,” Dean's loud voice woke you up from your deep slumber the next morning. You sat up in your bed, as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, the smell of pancakes hitting your nose.

“Breakfast in bed for my girl. Listen I gotta run to the office now,” he said as he handed you the plate of freshly cooked pancakes to you.

“It's Saturday!” You exclaimed.

“I know but Benny wanted to sign the deal with our company today. It's an important one, we can't let that go out of our hands,” he made you understand, “I'll be back within a few hours.”

“Sufe fing. I wif ve here,” you spoke with your mouth full, “Sure thing. I will be here.” You repeated your words after swallowing your food.

“Maggie will drop by. If you want to leave the house before I return, give the keys to her.” He said as he went back into his room to put his suit on.

“Hot damn,” you let out a low whistle as Dean stepped out of the room in his black suit, “Go get the deal, cowboy!” Dean did a full body laugh at your words, throwing his head backwards before he bid you goodbye and walked out of the door leaving you alone in his penthouse. Finishing your breakfast, you got up and got freshened up for the day. You picked up your phone and saw three texts from Cas.

“Meet me at 7.” “At the Season's 52.” “I'm looking forward to this.”

A smile crept onto your face, as you read the texts from him. “I need your help,” you shot a text to Ruby, “I've a date tonight. I don't know what to wear.” You waited for her to text back but instead of getting a text, you got a call from her.

“He finally asked you out?” She screamed from the other side of the phone.

“What do you mean “finally”?” You wondered.

“Oh come on, Y/N. How long have you two known each other?” “Uh-two months.”

“Two-wait, two months? You don't have a date with Dean?” She asked.

“No! Why would you think that?” You exclaimed, “Cas asked me out.”

“Cas? As in Castiel Novak? Dean's friend? And Dean's okay with it?”

“What's with the twenty questions, Ruby?” You said, annoyed at her questions, “And yes. Dean's fine with it. Why wouldn't he be? He is dating Lisa, in case you didn't remember. Now will you help me? I need a dress for tonight.”

Ruby agreed to go on a little shopping spree with you to find the perfect dress. Handing over the keys to Maggie, the housekeeper, you shot a text to Dean letting him know you were leaving his house. You waited for some time but he didn't text you back. You shrugged it off thinking he was probably busy with the meeting. Your whole afternoon was spent with Ruby as you tried to find a good dress for the date. She made you try on what seemed like a hundred dresses of different colours and style until a green bottleneck dress finally caught your eyes.

“This is a beautiful dress! You gotta try it on,” Your friend insisted.

“You sure? Look at the price - it's too expensive,” you pouted.

“Do you want to get laid tonight?” Ruby quirked her eyebrow.

“Yeah-I mean no….maybe,” you stutter.

“That dress - Cas won't be able to take his eyes off you tonight,” she smiled.

“Fine, if you insist.” Needless to say, the dress was a perfect fit but it was all for nothing.

Tapping on the hardwood of the table, you let out a frustrating sigh. Tears pricked at your eyes as you took a sip of the drink.

“Ma'am do you-are you going to-”

“Please bring the check. I'm done here,” you said, barely managing to keep your tears at bay. The waitress nodded and walked away from your table. You dialed up your best friend’s number and waited for him to pick up.

“Dean,” you said, sniffling a little as he picked up his phone after the third ring. “Y/N, you okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Can you,” you cleared your throat, “Can you pick me up? I'm at Season’s 52.”

“Sure,” you heard shuffling on the other side, “I'll be there as soon as possible.”

“Okay,” you replied.

“He just didn't show up,” you sniffled as Dean drove yourselves back to his house.

“Maybe-maybe he had his reasons,” Dean said, throwing a worried glance at your way.

“Reasons?” You scoffed.

“Cas is a good man. This is very unlike him,” Dean said.

“Am I-am I not good enough, Dean?” “Y/N, you know that's not true. You're pretty, smart, a little badass - you are a good person with a kind heart,” Dean smiled.

“Then why? Why didn't he show up? He could have left a message. I'm telling you Dean, I'm so over men now. All men are the same,” you looked at him, “except you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. That is good to hear.”

“I sure do know how to choose,” you grumbled.

“Y/N, it's just one bad date. So what? Cas is not the only man in the whole world. You'll find someone,” Dean said, pulling into his driveway.

“I don't think so. Maybe he was right,” you opened the door of the car to step out.

“Who?”

“Alistair. Maybe he is right. Maybe the problem is me,” you said, tears pooling in your eyes. Dean grabbed your hands and pulled you back into the car.

“No. He is not right. Alistair will never be right. He was an abusive and manipulative son of a bitch. Listen to me, you are not the problem, sweetheart,” he said, “those men just don't understand you.”

“Is that why no one sticks around?” You turned around to face him with wet eyes.

“I did and I will always be there for you,” he said, his hands cupping your face.

“I know, De,” you leaned into his touch as his thumb gently caressed your cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by three harsh taps on the car window. Dean immediately opened the door and stepped out.

“Lisa.” He said.

“Unbelievable, Dean!” Lisa exclaimed. You couldn't see her face but you knew she was furious.

“It's not what it looks like,” Dean whispered.

“You just up and left me in the morning and now when I get back to talk things out, I find you cozying up to her. I'm done with you!” She yelled back. You shrunk back into your seat when you heard her scream. Dean didn't even tell you that he had broken up with her. You wondered why he hid it from you.

“I already said we were over Lisa, just go back home,” Dean said and brought his hand down his face.

“Three years of relationship meant nothing to you! Why?” Lisa shoved Dean, making him stumble back a little.

“I don't owe you an explanation, okay?”

“You cheating asshole-” “I didn't cheat on you, Lisa. I-I'm just not in love with you anymore,” Dean said, making her scoff.

“Have a nice life, asshole!” Lisa said and you heard her retreating footsteps. You stepped out of the car and saw Dean standing against the car, with his face buried in his hands.

“Hey, you okay?” You rubbed his arm gently.

“Yeah. I'm sorry you had to hear that,” he sighed.

“Why didn't you tell me you broke up with her?” You asked.

“It wasn’t important.” “Not important? You let me ramble all the way from the restaurant to your house but not once did you tell me you broke up with her,” you said.

“Y/N, I'm fine. Can we drop this now?” He snapped at you, “I'm sorry.”

“S’okay,” you gave him a sad smile, “I've an idea.”

“Does this idea include booze?” “What do ya think?” “I'm in.”

“What time is it?” You groaned as bright light hit your eyes. The throbbing pain in your head increased as you opened your eyes, trying to focus on the human figure standing in your doorway.

“You got wasted last night, sweetheart,” Dean grinned.

“Stop talking. Just stop talking,” you groaned and nestled deep into your covers.

“Aspirin. You will need these,” he kept the medicine on the nightstand, and walked away, “Breakfast is ready.”

“Morning, how's the hangover?” He gave you a cheeky smile as you walked into the dining room a few minutes later. Dean had his laptop opened in front of him, a cup of coffee beside the electronic device. “You're enjoying this too much, aren't ya? How come you're not hung-over?” You grumbled, “I'm hungry.”

“Here. I made waffles because my heartbroken, hung-over best friend needs her comfort food. Dig in,” he said and pushed a plate of waffles towards you, “I didn't drink much.”

“I thought we were drinking because you had a breakup.” “I told you already I'm not feeling miserable. See there's this girl I like who is not Lisa. I'm thinkin’ of asking her out so I did what I had to do. I ended things with Lisa,” Dean said.

“How come you never told me about this girl?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “‘Cause I wasn't sure how I felt but two days ago I saw her and I just knew that she is the one I want to be with,” he smiled.

“You're such a sap.” You giggled, “she must be very special.”

“She is very special. I have never met a girl like her,” he said, staring at you, “now, eat up.”

“Mhm,” you moaned, taking a bite of the waffles on your plate, “you know, you should give up your business and open up a coffee shop. You make excellent waffles.”

“Sorry sweetheart, no can do. People at work will miss me too much,” he chuckled, “you do remember you are interviewing for the position of PA tomorrow?”

“Yep but I don't know if I will get it or not. I have heard the CEO of the company is kind of a shithead,” you grinned.

“Oh really?” Dean looked at you with amused eyes, “You're terrible.”

“Yeah, so I've heard.” You laughed.

He shook his head at you, “Listen, I have a favour to ask.” “Shoot.”

“I would like it if you could accompany me to Sam and Jess’ anniversary party tonight,” he said.

“Tonight?” “Yeah. I know it's very sudden but it completely sli-”

“I'll go with you but I thought you told me that after what happened with your Dad last time, you wouldn't be attending another family gathering,” you said.

“Uh-huh. Sam insisted that I attend this party,” he replied.

“Fine I'll be there with you at the party to save you from John Winchester,” you giggled.

“You'll be my knight in shining armour tonight.” He chuckled.

You went back to your apartment to get ready for the party. Dean had told you that he would be picking you up at six that evening. As you touched up on your makeup, you heard three knocks on your door.

“Good evening, Y/N,” Dean smirked, looking dapper in a black two-piece suit.

“Good evening, Dean. I'll be out in a minute,” you blushed when you saw his eyes travel all over your body.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“De-” you snaked placed your hand over his, as you both sat inside the Impala with her engine turned off.

“I can't do this Y/N. I can't face John Winchester again, not after the crap he pulled last time,” he gritted out the words, his knuckles turning white as he held the steering wheel tightly, staring off at the direction of his house.

“Why are you here?” He looked at you in surprise. “I-Sam asked me to be here,” he said.

“Exactly. Your little brother asked you to be here so you will go into that house and attend your brother's party. It's up to you if you want to make any small talk, I'll be there with you but Dean you can't avoid your father forever-”

“I'm not avoiding him,” Dean said.

“Yes, you are. Now go in there, ask him why he did that, demand answers from him,” you said.

“I-okay, let's go. Just don't leave my side tonight or someone might get hurt,” he said.

“You're not going to punch your Dad,” you mumbled, “even though he deserves it.” He chuckled at your words as you two stepped out of the car.

“I'll never get used to the fact that you grew up in a mansion,” you smirked.

“It's not a mansion. It's a….big house,” he smiled.

“Yep, whatever you say.” As soon as you stepped through the door of the mansion, Dean was immediately pulled into a hug. “I thought you wouldn't show up,” Sam said, letting go of his brother, “Hey Y/N.”

“Almost didn't,” the older Winchester replied as you gave the younger one a small wave. “He showed up, didn't he? What about Mom?”

“Mom and Dad are in the living room. Last thing I saw they are not speaking to each other even when they are in the same room. I just want everyone to act civil till the party's over,” Sam said, “Drinks are in the kitchen.”

“So kitchen first, living room later. Keep John out of my sight and everything will be perfect,” Dean patted his brother's shoulder and made his way towards the kitchen, taking you with him. Pouring himself a glass, he handed you one.

“Dean,” a deep voice came from the doorway, making Dean stand up straight. “Sam had one job. Dad.” He looked at John and gave him a curt reply.

There was a moment of awkward silence as no words were exchanged between the father and the son. You could feel Dean trying his level best to keep himself from screaming at his Dad. You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

“I know you don't want to see me right now-” “You're right and you may leave now,” Dean said and turned his back towards his father.

“Son. You have to understand, it was a long time back and I didn't know what was going through my head. I-” John sighed.

“You what? You had a perfect family here. A wife, two sons. And all this time, you knew about Adam but you said nothing. You kept up with the charade of the perfect husband and father when in reality you were neither of them,” Dean gritted out.

“Dean. Maybe I was not the perfect husband but I did everything for you and Sam,” the older man said in a harsh tone.

“Really? You did everything? You were nothing but an absent father. I was there to take care of Mom and Sammy while you were away on your so-called business trips when actually you were plowing another woman's field,” Dean growled at his father.

“Dean!” His father snapped back.

“Mr. Winchester you should leave now,” you said, trying to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand, “John, please.”

“This is family matter Y/N. You have no right to get involved in this,” John retorted.

“Don't speak to her like that. She is more family to me than you ever were,” Dean said and stalked towards his Dad, “so you can leave now. I'm sure as hell Mom is not talking to you so you can get the hell out of this house now, John.”

“Dean-” “Now,” Dean growled.

“I would do what he says, John,” you said. John scoffed, turning around and got out of the house. Dean plopped down on one of the chairs in the kitchen, gently rubbing his temples.

“You sure you're okay?” “I need a stronger drink,” he murmured.

“I saw Dad leave. What happened?” Sam came into the kitchen and asked as he looked at his brother.

“I told you to keep John away from me. You had one job,” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room, grabbing a glass of drink with him.

“He just needs some time to cool down. John came to talk to Dean and-”

“Yeah I understood. I'm gonna check on Mom. This party was a mistake,” Sam said and left the kitchen leaving you standing there alone.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you finished up your drink. You were angry at John too. He had hurt Dean, your best friend. He was a liar and you hated liars. You needed to go find Dean. You placed the empty glass on the counter and made your towards the door but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him.

“Cas,” you said, “I didn't expect you to be here.”

“Yeah well, Sam is a good friend so he invited me over.” Cas gave you a smile.

“Oh.” You nodded.

“We should probably address the elephant in the room,” he gave an awkward laugh.

“Huh? Oh you mean how you stood me up last night?” You glared at him.

“Well you didn't tell me that you were looking for only a one night stand? I would have backed out sooner. I like you Y/N but I don't do one night-”

“Wait, hold on. Who told you I was looking for a one time, no strings attached thing?”

“Dean told me,” your jaw dropped onto the floor at his confession, “I'm sorry Y-”

“S’okay.” You brushed him off, “I need to have a word with Dean, have you seen him?”

“I think he was talking to Kevin over there,” Cas pointed you towards another room.

“Thanks and it's okay, Cas. We're cool.” You said and almost ran your way into the other room.

“I'm telling you man, you deserve someone better than Y/N. She is clingy and she doesn't take no for an answer. I can give you her number but-” Dean turned around and his eyes locked with your wet ones. You shook your head at him, a look of betrayal evident on your face. You heard him call out to you as you turned on your heels and ran towards the door. “Excuse me, Kevin,” Dean said and went after you but by that time you were already out of the house. “Y/N!” He called, as you pulled out your phone to call for an uber.

“Fuck you!” You exclaimed, “I'm clingy, I don't take no for an answer. Is that what you think of me? All this time while you pretended to be my best friend, is this what went through your head?” Tears were running down your face now, “how many times was I there for you when you needed me and this is how you repay me?”

“I didn't mean to say it like that. You are my best friend Y/N-”

“You are a fuckin’ liar! You told Cas that I was looking for a person to keep my bed warm for only one night. Why? You know what, I don't want to talk to you right now. Leave me alone,” you said.

“No, please,” he took a step towards you. “Don't you dare make a move!” You screamed, “You lied to me and I hate liars more than anything. You are no better than your Dad. I hate you! I regret that I ever thought of you as my best friend.” You heard shuffling behind you and turned around to see him leaving. A sob tore from your throat. Standing there alone on the porch of the Winchester mansion, with your smudged makeup, you waited for the uber to show up.

It took you one hour to finally reach your house. Your phone was getting blown up by messages from the Winchester brothers and Ruby. You broke down in tears as soon as you reached your house. You crawled underneath the covers without bothering to get out of your dress or to remove your makeup. Your body shook as you continued to sob loudly into the pillow. The same man, who acted as your rock when you had left Alistair, gave you shelter in his house when you showed up in the middle of the night because your ex-boyfriend was drunk and was on a rampage, was the one who continued to spew lies about you behind your back. Your trust was shattered just like your heart and you didn't know how to piece them back together. The crying had tired you out and in no time you slipped into a deep slumber with Dean's words haunting your dream.

Morning came way too quickly. You woke up to Ruby knocking on your door along with Dean calling your phone. Your eyes were red and swollen as a result of crying all night long.

“What happened? Who's ass do I need to kick?” Ruby barged into your house as soon as you opened the door as saw you had been crying.

“....Dean.” “Dean? Dean Winchester?” Her eyes widened in surprise which later turned to anger when you told her everything that had happened the day before. Ruby was furious and if Dean was there in the room, he would have been a dead man.

“Oh Y/N,” Ruby cooed as she pulled you into a hug, “I didn't know it was this bad. Sam called me to check on you because you left his house in a hurry. I'm gonna kill Dean Winchester.” You held onto her tightly as sobs racked through your body. She gently caressed your head while cursing the green-eyed Winchester.

You were miserable but what you didn't know is that your ex-best friend was also losing his mind over the incident. The guilt was eating him up alive and he didn't know how to fix it. Sam had punched him in the face and kicked him out of his house when he had told him what happened.

“Tell her the truth or don't ever talk to me again,” Sam had threatened his brother. With red eyes and a swollen cheek, Dean went into his office the next morning. He hoped that after the interview he would get a chance to apologise but you never showed up.

“Okay, Mr. Winchester, that was the last interviewee,” Jody poked in her head into the room. “That was the last? What about uh-Y/N L/N?” Dean asked.

“Uh-she dropped out - called us early in the morning to let us know she won't make it to the interview,” Jody smiled, “I need your decision fast.”

“Decision?” “Who we are hiring for the position of the PA,” she said.

“Sure. I'll let you know. You can go now Jody. Close the door on your way out,” Dean said.

He sighed as he dialed your number, “It's Y/N L/N. She can't get to her phone now. Please leave a message.”

“Y/N, sweetheart I'm sorry. You shouldn't have dropped out of the interview. I know you won't ever forgive me but I'm sorry.” You sniffled as you heard his voice message. He had left you exactly fifty-three texts, twenty three missed calls and seventeen voice messages - all had the same words, ‘I'm sorry’ but you couldn't forgive him.

“Stop listening to that asshat,” Ruby grumbled and snatched your phone from you. “I-I just can't understand why he did that? I thought he was my friend,” you sniffled.

“I'm sorry Y/N,” Ruby took a seat beside you and wrapped you in a comforter, “I brought ice cream with me. I heard they work wonders on a broken heart.”

“And you brought my favourite flavour. Thanks!” You hugged but were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell.

“Stay here. Let me check,” Ruby said and went towards the door. Opening it, she stared at a disheveled, sad Dean Winchester.

“Give me one good reason to not kick you out right now,” Ruby glared at Dean.

“I need to talk to her. Please,” Dean’s voice cracked at the end.

“No you won't. She is miserable and I won't let you break her even more,” Ruby challenged, “Now get out.”

“I don't care if I have to fight you but please let me see her,” he pleaded.

“You are one stubborn, lying piece of shit,” Ruby grumbled.

“Why are you here?” the two heads turned immediately towards you.

“I wasn't sure you wanted to see me but I had to see you,” Dean said.

“And why exactly?” Ruby snapped.

“Ruby. It's okay. Let him in. I need to hear him out.” Dean gave Ruby a side eye and let himself in.

“Y/N,” She started. “I'll be fine," you assured her.

“If you need me to kick him out or kick his ass, just call me,” she glared at Dean once more and left your apartment.

“She's scary,” the green-eyed man said. “Well she has to. She just saw her friend with a broken heart,” you threw him his words back.

“I can't tell you how sorry I am,” Dean said, his head hung in shame.

“Why?” He looked up at you, “I don't know,” he replied, making you scoff.

“You don't know? Well maybe because you actually thought of me to be clingy and the girl who doesn't take no for an answer,” you seethed, “and you even lied to Cas about me. You framed me as some whore who doesn't do relationships. Fuck you, Dean! You knew better than anyone how long it took me to get over Alistair. How could you do this to me?”

“I don't know,” he whispered, “It's just I lied to them because I didn't want them to be with you.”

“It's my life! I get to decide who I want to have sex with and who I want to date,” you hissed.

“Well I couldn't let you make those decisions because I didn't want you to choose them. I wanted you to choose me.” he blurted out. You sat there dumbfounded as you heard his confession, "What? Why?"

“Because...I love you,” Dean muttered.

“You love me?” “Yeah.”

“What are you, a kindergartener? Next thing I know you will be pulling my pigtails,” you sassed.

“I'm sorry. You know I'm bad with feelings-” “So you decided to lie?”

“Yeah.” “You're terrible, you know that,” you said.

“So I have heard,” he shrugged. “Come here you idiot,” you beckoned at him. He went towards you and sat down beside you.

“I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just-” “What? You were just fending off the boys?”

“Yeah. At first I was scared that I was falling for my best friend and you knew me, you knew all my horrible secrets, the thoughts that are inside my head which keep me up at night and I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same. I broke up with Lisa for you because whenever I closed my eyes at night I wanted it to be you with me, not Lisa.” You were stunned at his confession. Dean never talked about his feelings, he was extremely good at hiding his feelings so hearing him blurt out about how he felt, surprised you.

“Dean,” you said. “No. I need to say this,” he said, stopping you, “I don't know if you feel the same. Even if you did, I don't think I have a chance after the stunt I pulled yesterday. But sweetheart, you mean everything to me, I swear to never hurt you again. I was planning on asking you out after the party but Kevin had asked for your number so I told him all those lies about you but sweetheart I know what I did….said is unforgivable but please I need you. I need my best friend back.” He looked at you, locking his teary eyes with yours.

“I don't know whether to kiss you or hit you,” you said, wiping away the single tear that rolled down your cheek. “K-kiss me?” Dean’s eyes went wide.

“You are the most horrible person I have ever met. I hate you, Dean but I hate me more that I decided to fall for this horrible person that I call my best friend. Kiss me, before I change my mind,” you said and that's all Dean needed before he crashed his lips into yours. It was a harsh kiss but one filled with longing and love. His hands sneaked to the back of your head, his fingers entangled with your hair as your hands held on to his biceps.

“I'm sorry for hurting you,” he said after he let go of your lips. You sat there with his hands cupping your face, your foreheads touching. “Next time, talk to me,” you whispered.

“I will,” he kissed your forehead, “So Y/N L/N, can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?” “Definitely Dean Winchester, but mind you I'm tough to impress,” you smirked.

“I have plans, special plans for a special girl. I will make you mine,” he said before he leaned in to capture your lips with his once again.

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[ethan-bears]

Home for Christmas (Nolan Patrick x Reader)

You've resigned yourself to spending this Christmas alone. But Nolan has other plans.

Author's note: I started writing this out as a thought to send to @lindylovegang for her soft thought night tonight but I realized it needed to be a small book whole fic instead, so I decided to do this instead of editing my final paper. This is also not edited. I might edit it later. Who knows.

Warnings: light swearing, holidays, slight angst but it gets fluffy real quick, it's my first fic so it's probably not great, I'm on mobile and I can't figure out "keep reading" and I'm very sorry

Word count: absolutely no idea but good luck fam

gif credit to: bretthowden

*****

This was not how you wanted to spend your first Christmas in Philadelphia. Ideally, you wouldn't even be in Philly at all right now. You should be on a plane back home to your family and friends and the warm, familiar streets of your hometown. You should be waking up tomorrow morning in your grandma's house with the smell of warm bread surrounding you like a hug.

But no. You were trapped.

The blizzard had started to roll in earlier this morning, and you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be that bad, right? It was just some flurries. They wouldn't ground any flights, right?

Oh how wrong you wound up being.

After three hours of waiting for news in the airport terminal, followed by another hour and a half desperately trying to reschedule your flight to a time that would still work and getting nothing out of every airline representative in the building, you somehow managed to get an Uber driver crazy enough to come get you in the ocean of snow. Fighting back tears, you tried to console yourself in the backseat. At least your apartment would be warm. And you had a little tree, so it would still feel like Christmas. You'd make some soup and Skype your family, and while it wouldn't be the same as being with them, it would be better than nothing!

"Reckless optimist," you sighed as you flipped the light switch to your apartment only to be met with continued darkness. Alone in a dark, cold, apartment on Christmas Eve, snowed in with nowhere to go in a city that came nowhere close to feeling like home. Merry Christmas. Slumping against the door, you felt your hot tears break free and cascade down your face. You decided to let all the stress and frustration that had been building all day take over your body, sobbing harder than you could ever remember. Each new wave shook your body, sending you to the floor. You didn't care. It couldn't get worse, so why not act like it?

During a pause in the festivities you decided to check your phone to see if you had any messages from your dad, only to find a text you definitely didn't expect from someone who was definitely not your father.

Sir Nolan the Rosy-Faced: hey, just checking in, i know you're probably mid flight rn but just wanted to make sure you land safely when you do. Crazy storm. Text me?

Sniffing, you paused to process the message. Nolan wanted to make sure you were safe? It shouldn't really have surprised you, but the fact that he was concerned enough to text you while he thought you were still midair was...touching.

You fired a short text back explaining that the flight wasn't happening, thinking he'd respond with a simple "okay" or an "oh, sorry to hear that :(". But the next text you got (mere seconds later) surprised you again.

Sir Nolan: oh my god that sucks! Wait.....does that mean you're home alone tonight?

Me: Yeah, and the power's out, so it's suuuper cold, but idk it's fine, I'll just layer up and go to bed early I guess

Sir Nolan: are you okay?

That one hit you like a truck. No, you thought, I'm really, really not.

Me: Yeah, I'll be fine

Sir Nolan: are you sure? Cause I can come over if you want.

Any other night, you would be losing your mind at an offer like that. Ever since you had met Nolan, you'd had the biggest crush on him. All other crushes seemed like weak sauce compared to how you felt about him. But you'd cried all your energy out. The best response your heart could muster was a meek, "Sure, but don't worry if the snow's just too much."

You were met with a resounding, "Already on my way."

You decided that if you were going to be having company you should at least get up off the floor. You shuffled your way into your bedroom, habitually flicking the light switch before you remembered it was pointless. You fumbled in the dark to your desk drawer, trying to find your flashlight, and once you found it you turned it on and started changing into your warmest pajamas. Now that you weren't just a puddle of self-pity, you started to think about Nolan's sudden inviting-over of himself. You first met him during training camp when your work friend brought you along to meet up with Travis, her boyfriend. She figured that since you were new to the city and also a huge hockey fan that it couldn't hurt to introduce you to some guys on the team and help you make some friends. You weren't sure what to make of Nolan at first. He seemed so quiet and awkward that you thought your own quietness and awkwardness would make conversation impossible with such a knockout of a man. You wound up being horribly wrong, once again, but that time it was in a good way. Neither of you were really the super-outgoing party type, so whenever one or both of you started getting exhausted with the atmosphere you'd usually drift off into your own conversation in a quieter part of the room. As a result, he became a good friend incredibly fast. It seemed there was nothing you couldn't talk about with him, even though you still got nervous about certain things. Like your personal feelings for him. But that had never come up before, so you were safe. For now.

You knew he knew all about how hard the transition to Philly has been for you. How homesick you get, how you can't help but wonder if you made a mistake taking the job offer that brought you here (even though it was your dream job), and how you felt like it was hard to click with so many new people. Which was probably why he seemed so worried about you being alone tonight. He knew you felt alone most of the time anyway.

An hour and a half had gone by and you were starting to get worried about him. He only lived 20 minutes away, and even with the snow, it shouldn't take him that long unless he was stuck and just too proud to call you. It had given you time to call your mom, which you were grateful for and made you feel a lot better, but you couldn't ignore the knot in your stomach anymore. You were just about to hit "call" when you heard a knock at the door. Or more like a thump at the door.

You practically sprinted over to open it for the man-sized popsicle with his arms full of grocery bags standing on your doorstep. You paused for a second with your mouth hanging open, both amazed by the fact that he actually came over and by...him. The cold made his already pink cheeks bright red, and the snowflakes were sticking to his long eyelashes and the free locks of hair that didn't fit under his beanie. You had never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"Can...can I come in?" Nolan's teeth chattered, snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry! God, Nol, you're shivering!" you remark, ushering him through the door. Not that inside was that much warmer, but anything was better than being out there.

"It's cold," he laughs.

"Wow, AND he's meteorologist!" you quip back. "What can Nolan Patrick not do?"

Shaking his head, he made a beeline for your kitchen, looking for a place to set his bags down.

"Took me forever to find a place that was still open tonight," he muttered, pulling what looked in the dark like to-go boxes out of one of the bags. You shined your flashlight up to the ceiling to make it light the whole room as Nolan continued to pull items from his three bags. You just stood there, still dumbfounded by him.

"Pat... what's all this?" you manage to squeak out.

"This," he said, pointing to the to-go tubs, "is soup. I'm not completely sure what kind, but I figured soup would be the best thing no matter what. I didn't know if you had any crackers, so I brought some saltines. And some oranges because I knew you'd want something fruity and healthy and oranges are festive. And this," he pulled a thermos out of the second bag, "is hot chocolate. Made it myself." He grinned, sliding it towards you, obviously proud of himself. You could barely contain your own grin, feeling yourself blush. You were proud of him too.

"I saved the best for last," he continued once you took a sip of the cocoa. You frowned.

"What else could you possibly have brought?" you asked, genuinely astonished.

He looked you in the eyes and gave you a smirk. Holy hell. You were glad he probably couldn't see how pink your own cheeks were getting. The things he did to you and he didn't even know.

He carefully pulled a basket out of the last bag, and you could see it was full of a bunch of other things. You couldn't believe it.

"Nolan..." You trailed off, feeling the tears starting to well up again. Inside the basket were a bunch of little gifts with a note that read "For: y/n, From: Us". It had some of your favorite candies, one of those cheesy home-state-scented candles, a scarf with your home team's name and logo on it, and a tin of your favorite tea from a tiny local tea shop in your home town. You tried your best to fight the tears, but you weren't strong enough, rendered useless from your earlier fit.

"Nol-" You couldn't even finish your question before your own sob choked you. You set your thermos and flashlight down to bury your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey," Nolan whispered, pulling you into a hug. You wasted no time in hugging him back, squeezing him as you sobbed into his chest. "Shhhh, it's okay," he muttered to the top of your head. He slowly ran a hand up and down your back, rocking you back and forth. It only made you more emotional. He had never hugged you before, and you hadn't been hugged like this in what felt like years. You just wanted to stay there in his arms forever and ignore the world around you.

"It was a team effort," he continued. "Some of us thought you could use some things that remind you of home."

"Who...who found the tea?" you said into his chest, muffled by his sweater.

"What?" He smiled, pulling out of the hug a bit to let you speak up.

You wiped your face and took a breath. "Who found the tea?"

He pulled the rest of the way out of the hug, much to your disappointment. He leaned his head down, staring at the floor.

"That was me," he mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I remembered you mentioning it, and it was hard to work out, but they agreed to send me some." Somehow, his voice kept getting lower and lower.

You could hardly believe your ears. He remembered that? You swore you had only mentioned it once in passing after you got a really disappointing chai from a coffee place down the street. You had no idea he had been paying attention. And he went to all the trouble of getting a store with a locals-only business model to ship a product long-distance. You started to wonder if.... No, you thought, don't get your hopes up again tonight.

You stared at him for another moment, trying to soak in the situation. He seemed surprised when you went back in for another hug.

"Thank you so much!" you whisper, knowing that if you said it any louder you'd start crying again. You could feel him relax into the hug and gave him a little squeeze before you ended it.

"Soup time?"

"Soup time." Nolan nodded, practically beaming.

You sat on the couch, eating as carefully as you could in the dark, though your eyes were getting pretty adjusted. From then on, it was conversation as usual. It came so naturally with him that even when you weren't saying anything, you were still happy. You exchanged stories about your favorite Christmases, what you thought the best cookies are, and weird things your families do during the holidays for hours, barely even noticing the time or the cold.  At some point Nolan had pulled the blankets off the back of the couch and tossed them over both your laps. You didn't notice that you'd been getting closer and closer to him with every story until you laughed so hard you fell on his shoulder.

"Stop laughing!" He pouted, audibly trying to stifle his own laugh. "I almost got hypothermia. I could've died!"

"I can't...I can't!" you breathe between laughs. "You fell through the ice...but just one leg?!"

"Yeah, and I was stuck there on my side almost doing the splits between the ice and the water and my sister just stood there laughing. Just like you!" He nudged you, pretending to be annoyed. "But eventually she pulled me out and carried me back home. Couldn't move my leg for hours, it was just sticking straight out like..." He stuck his leg in the air, demonstrating, and only making you laugh harder. You could hardly breathe. You knew it probably felt funnier because of how exhausted you were, but you didn't care. Nolan had put a smile back on your face and back in your heart.

"Hey, Nolan?"

"Yeah?"

You swallowed. "I just... I'm not complaining that you're here, obviously, but... weren't you planning on spending tonight with Kevin and his family?"

"I was, but they've got each other, and someone else who's super special to me was sad and alone, which made me really sad to think about. You deserve to be happy and I wanted to help. Easiest decision I've ever made."

You really did not have it in you for another cry, so you settled for teasing him instead.

"That's really cheesy of you, softie."

"Take it while you can," he laughed.

"I know," you smiled.

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you let out a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Damn," Nolan remarked. You grunted in response, earning another laugh from him. "Wanna lay down?"

You nodded, leaning into his shoulder.

"You're warm," you sleepily drawl. You wanted to lay down, but you didn't want to get up to go to your bed. You wanted more snuggles, and right now you didn't care if he read into it or not.

He seemed to get the message, moving to lay down and taking you with him. He wrapped his arms around you after making sure the blankets covered you both as much as possible. You smiled contentedly, settling into your position and closing your eyes. You barely had time to contemplate how touchy he was being tonight compared to his normal reservations about hugs and touching before you were completely gone.

*****

Nolan woke up first the next morning. He was careful to move as little as possible to avoid waking you up. You looked so peaceful, curled up with your head on his chest. He felt his heart swell as you shifted to wrap your arms around his torso and fell back asleep within seconds. He smiled down at you, noticing how beautiful you were, even with your messy bedhead and your cheek squished against his chest. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you.

The power had come back on at some point during the night, so it was no longer freezing in the apartment, and the lights on your tiny tree had come on as well. He glanced back over to the kitchen to the basket on the counter. It had been embarrassing enough to admit to being the one who hunted down the tea like a police dog, so he left out the part about the whole gift basket being his idea in the first place. He would've bought you everything himself, but he wanted you to know that you had other friends, too, and that they wanted to show you that they were thinking of you. The scarf was Carter's idea, the candy TK's. Claude had suggested the candle, and being the local expert on how to be good to the woman he loved, Nolan took the advice and bought the candle as well. It did make him strangely jealous of your hometown in a way he couldn't quite explain. He was worried that you would be looking for any excuse to move back home, which he really didn't want. If it made you happy, then of course he'd support you, but he'd never felt for anyone the way he felt about you. The way you laugh, how passionate you get when you talk about something you care about, whether that's a person, a subject, a place, or what the best pizza topping is. He loved everything down to the way you word your sentences. He loved how much you loved.

He was awoken from his thoughts by you stirring and opening your eyes to look at him.

"Merry Christmas," you mumbled.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled back.

You laid your head back down, enjoying the comforting rise and fall of his chest.

"You hungry? I can try and make you some breakfast. Emphasis on try," Nolan offered.

You laughed at the thought. "That'd be nice. But I don't wanna get up."

"Me neither," he sighed, tracing his thumb along your arm. He was not ready for when you suddenly shot off the couch, eyes manic and wide.

"Oh my god!" you shouted. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas! And you did all that last night!" You waved your hand at the kitchen. Nolan sat up, confused and cold, missing the weight of you on him.

"It's okay, y/n! I wasn't expecting anything."

"No, okay, I'm making you breakfast, and it's gonna be the best damn breakfast I've ever made. Lay back down," you insisted, marching off to the kitchen, wincing at the still-cold floor.

As nice as it sounded to stay under the warm blankets, Nolan didn't want to just sit there doing nothing. Suddenly he had an idea, even though it was a risky one. He decided it was a risk he needed to take eventually.

"Get out!" you playfully threatened, brandishing a spatula at him as he stepped into the kitchen. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I won't touch!"

"Good," you smirk, turning back to your pan.

Nolan shuffled around nervously, working up the courage to say what he wanted to. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I, uh...I have an idea for what you can give me. If you, uh, still want to give me something. Besides breakfast, I mean." Smooth, Patrick, he thought.

"What's that?" You met his gaze, making his stomach flip. The things you do to him and you have no idea.

"Maybe we can go out sometime? Like, just us. On purpose. To dinner or something?"

You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, making Nolan immediately second-guess himself. He bashfully broke your eye contact, focusing on the floor again. He felt the blush on his cheeks worsening.

"Are you... serious?" you ask, voice full of wonder.

"Of course I am!" he mumbled insistently. "Wouldn't ask if I wasn't."

You almost knocked him over with the force of your hug, a truly impressive feat.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!!!" you laughed, not even bothering to play it cool. Nolan smiled so much it started to hurt, but he didn't care. He felt like he could take off and fly, he was so relieved. The weight of the world was replaced by the weight of you clinging to his shoulders. And he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his Christmas. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, Christmas would be like this forever from now on.

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You relaxed into Nolan's arms as he followed you back to the stove, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. Suddenly, you felt something more than the giddy high of getting asked out by your crush. You felt a sort of peace you hadn't felt since before you moved.

You were home for Christmas.

#red i hope you like it im sorry if it's weird or if im weird #nolan patrick imagine #hockey imagines #emma writes

[lilyevansreyjakku]

Love and power

By lilyevansreyjakku

Part three !

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Hope everyone likes it and I appreciate everyone comments and reblogs ,thanks everyone !

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To start from the beginning which is part one click here in the link👇

And for part two click the link below👇

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Warning ; mention of slavery , fluff , little bit of smut and evil planing ! You have been warn !

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Also the story is long I don't know how much words I'm too lazy to count 😊😊.

Thanks my beautiful people ! Who have been in this adventure from the beginning so far from all my reylo fics I have done so far I like this 😊✌. I'll be posting by parts this story each month I want a to finally be able to finish a fic .i still working at the evermore reylo Victorian fic also .

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Love and power

@lilyevansreyjakuu

A Reylo au empress and Emperor of the desert

Ben slowly open his eyes as he woke greeting the rays of sun from jakku , he looked at rey who was sleeping peacefully next to him as the rays of sun touched her freckel tint skin . Ben loved so much Rey that he was afraid to lose her to any danger and especially any men within the palace . everyone in the palace whispered in surprise when he stayed for two nights with the empress which never had happened , many questions were asked that day he came back to the men's chambers. Ben was happy he has never felt anything like this before for anyone.

" enjoy your night alderaan ?" . Asked BB

" yes it was magical. " Ben had a smiled that nothing bad that happens today will get him mad or upset .

" will boy stop daydreaming you have lessons to learn ".

" lessons? What for ?"

" reading and writing boy ! So Please let's go before gets late ." Ben began to follow BB with a smiled that spread across his face he never had smiled before .

The empress had called him again that same day during the night when she had came back from her duties . ben asked carefully " we have a visitor today my empress ".

" please, call me rey when your with me alone , you can call me rey ".

" very well rey , we have a visitor in the palace? Who is it ?".

" he is a prince of yavin , I went there with my mother the late empress I've never seen so much green before , especially takodana I loved the forest so amazing " . Rey had food in her mouth Ben watched her carefully she had a good appetite .

" yes, The forest is indeed beautiful , I use to go into the forest back home ".

" In alderaan ? I was there few times with my brother at the meetings of the Royal had " Ben looked up at her , wait did she knew his parents? .

" did you know the queen and king ? "

"Yes , they were the most incredible people I've meet Leia was gentle but also a very strong and very protected of her people. but I never knew her son the prince of alderaan ."

" oh neither did I , as for Leia she was a good queen " . Rey saw Ben joyful mood fade into sadness she was told by phasma that ben was captured in aldaaran during the destruction of the kingdom she was sure he had lost his family during the attack . Rey put her hand on top of his .

" Ben ? "

"Yes ?"

" I'm sorry for speaking about alderaan I shouldn't spoke of it to begin ". Ben moved next her and kiseed her forehead .

" don't rey, I never thought I was going to meet you like this ".

" me neither I was so lonely , if only you knew the things had to witness the thing I went through with my mother ". Ben shh her by putting a finger on her lip .

"Your not alone ". Ben whispered to rey .

"Neither are you ". Rey planeted a kissed on his neck which made Ben gasp ; rey slowly laid on the elegant silk carpet pulling Ben with her , Rey ran her fingers through Ben's jet black locks and kissed him , their tounges moved with so much hunger Rey was under ben while he was on top of her he had his weight on both arms . he gently rubbed himself against rey which ment he wanted her like she wanted him .

Rey felt how Ben spread her walls it took her breath away . " so ...so big ". Rey grab Ben by his biceps , she felt how Ben went in and out from her which was the most incredible sensation . the pace was getting faster and faster she bit his shoulder lightly as Ben moan in pleasure. the only sound that filled the room was the sounds of their breaths and bodies slapping against each other . Rey had reached her climaxed moments later Ben followed her and came deep inside her walls rey moan in pleasure as his seed spreed inside of her .

" stay ". Rey whispered in Ben's ear , he shiver at the words .

They laid together naked only a silk sheet covered half of their bodies . Ben stare at rey as he ran his finger on her shoulder making circles .

"What ? " she asked softly , Ben smiled and kissed her again .

" you look beautiful against the moonlight ".

" I do ?"

"Yes ".

" tomorrow I'm going to a meeting , I think I may go to a campaign war ". Ben smiled fade , war , no ! Ben slowly sat up and turn to stare at her "war with whom ?"

"The sith they created an army call the first order". panic and anger flow through Ben .

" please, don't go it's too dangerous my love , I don't want to lose you ". Ben almost lost it but try to calm himself he didn't want to lose rey by the sith like his parents .

"You won't lose me Ben , I'm trained to fight and I have an army , Ben your shaking ? ."

"What if I go and fight ?" Ben change the conversation , Rey put her forehead against his "your place is here in the palace next to everyone and me . who am I going to come back to if your not here ." rey stare at Ben , he didn't smiled he was serious about everything rey could feel the tension she loved that her lover worried but she is the empress and it's her duty by the way she loved to fight.

" if I lose you , I'll die rey your the only person I have in my life no one else , promise you'll be back ! promise me? ."

"I promise when I go I'll be back to you Ben I promise , I'm not even gone and your making me promise ".

" I love you " whisper softly Ben

" I know ".

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Phasma was always stamping her staff every single time he did something wrong either at class , horse riding lessons or when he didn't behaved either .

" it's not only giving pleasure in bed boy ! is to use your head and behave like a decent young man from the palace ."Ben had it with that women she was a nightmare his hell didn't end there ,since the day that jade the prince of Yavin came to the palace he has done one only thing is to humiliated ben. the nerve that serpent had when he called Ben to his Royal chambers to clean all his jewelry and making him fix all his belongings properly put in its place .

" so you must Be Ben , right ?", Ben could feel jade staring at him , the good thing he was facing the opposite direction and doing something with his hands because he swear he felt like choking the prince in this moment.

" yes ", ben answer irritated .

" the alderaan slave ? ", Ben try to calm himself from not doing anything stupid .

" yes".

Jade smiled and winked at one of his servants "I'm so happy , the empress was so delighted to see me . she couldn't hide how happy she was to see me , she invited me to her royal chambers tonight ". Ben drop the beautiful jewelry to the carpet he picked it up fast . Ben felt humiliated by this , he could almost feelt his blood burning of anger , Jade smiled at his servant he had finally spread the poison .

"Everything all right Ben ? " smiled jade .

" I...uh I'm fine prince ". Ben could hear his teeth clench as he said it . Ben got up from the silk carpet and bow to jade , " may I be dismissed ? I need to go to music practice ", Ben held his head up looking at the young prince, Jade smiled with delight .

" of course you may be dismissed and go play your ....um instruments ." the fake smiled that jade gave to Ben which very well Ben can see.

Ben left the room almost running out of there. How could she ? Was he a thing she just can't throw him in the air like that ? No ! Ben will talk with rey , Yes ! he is a slave of the jakku palace but a human being that has feelings and not feelings for any one but for the empress . he walked all way to the hallway angry straight to the men's chambers when he stopped , he saw phasma and rose waiting for him . Rose is one of Rey's lady maid and faithful friend Ben liked rose but not kaydel Much .

" Ben , come " Ben followed both women inside the men's chambers next to his bed was a golden chest a beautiful golden chest it had red stones.

" And what's this ? " Ben asked curious and confused.

" this is a gift from the empress ", a gift from rey he opened it and there was elegant silk fabric and jewelry and golden coins . phasma stare at rose who rose smiled with excitement .

" the empress has made you this " . rose gave a black jewelry box which he opened slowly inside of it was a ring with a black diamond .

"the empress made it for you ". Rose explained excited as Ben try the ring on .

Rose whispered "the empress will wait for you, tonight ". Ben looked at rose suprise how was this ? didn't jade said rey wanted to see him tonight.

" there's more ". Phasma announced as she took Ben to his new chambers, his proper chambers. Ben threw himself in the bed of pillows he remembered when he was a young boy and played with his mother when she didn't go out for political meetings.

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" she what ?" Lor san tekka said while everyone was drinking tea and eating sweets . prince Poe looked at his father .

" now your sister has given that slave his own room his own bed chambers ? Unbelievable !".

"Well ,father she is the empress and if the young man made her happy so he deserves it , it's the law in the palace those who brings happenies to the empress shall be gifted ". His father didn't say anything he took a sip from his tea .

Poe smiled at his father and stare at the balcony the day looked beautiful to spent a day in the palace garden , his mind wonder off with kaydel .

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The empress had held a meeting with her counselors and pashas from jakku , with her was kaydel she had become a trusted and faithful right hand of the empress , captain kaydel while finn was a pasha and Leader of the military of jakku army .

" we must stop all cost our enemies especially the Sith ", The empress voice was elegant with so much force and spunk . rey won't let anyone take her kingdom she'll protect her people and friends . she wanted to be more stronger than her mother ever was .

" they took over lands and terrorized many kingdom . they have created an army call the first order ".

" alderaan was destroyed by the Sith; burn into flames they killed the Royal family ,it's believed the prince is alive but lost no one knows where he is ".

" than we shall look for him , I knew Queen Leia she was an amazing queen and also her husband the king . I never knew the prince at all , the late empress was going to wed me with the prince of alderaan to make an alliance with both kingdoms, but unfortunately she pass to better life ."

" the prince of Yavin has came for help , the first order has declare war against them ".

" if the empress decision are to have a war that so be it ".

" I don't like wars , but with the sith and this new army there's no talking nor peace treaty , so war is the only options in the table ".

" then it's decide my empress"

" I'll fight for my kingdom and people I'll not left my people get terrorize by the Sith army nor by them ".

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"How's everything kaydel ?" , Finn asked

" fine so far ".

"What? prince Poe ?"

" he is well ". Finn shook his head he wasn't asking that . " you know what I mean kaydel ".

" shh .. What ? You want me to get in trouble ? You know that is forrbidden ".

" come on its poe".

" Prince Poe besides I think he may get marry to a girl to a princess of some region ".

" yes , right , will that bride could be you ". Kaydel got mad and walked out of the room of meeting .

" those two seriously ". Finn said almost laughing.

Kaydel didn't want Poe to marry but it was tradition and duty as his title.

" it's never going to happen ". She whispered

" what is not going to happen ? ". Asked rey smiling.

" oh nothing my empress just thinking about the war and other stuff of the kingdom ."

" we will win kaydel ". Rey put a hand on kaydel shoulder.

The empress entered jades Royal chambers who stood up and bowed to the empress.

" empress rey ".

" jade "

" I'm blessed by your visit my empress"

"We need to talk it's argent ". Said rey With a serious tone .

" I see you had already fix and brought your belongings put in perfectly ."

"Yes, one of your men of the bed chambers the alderaan boy helped charming young man ".

Rey turn to see jade " oh he helped you ?"

"Yes , I see you grew very found of him ?".

"I don't need to give explanation about that jade ? ".

" Look rey you know I came for help and to see if I had , if we still could be more than friends? like we used to rey before the empress send me away " jade grab rey by the hand , he noticed that rey wasn't the same she didn't look at him with that excitement in her eyes full of passion when they used to take walks through the palace garden.

" jade , please we couldn't".

" why not ? The empress isn't between us anymore , or is it something or someone else that is making you act this way with me ?" Rey stare at jade and turn her head towards the balcony who saw Ben at the garden .

" I'm sorry jade ". The empress left the room leaving jade heart broken, he turn to the balcony and saw Ben jade gave him a cold stare .

" you piece of soild meat , you took everything but I'll make you pay ". He eyes were full of anger .

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The Night had fallen when phasma sent Ben to the bathing rooms. Ben was bathed with the finest oils and soaps fit for a prince, Ben was dress in the the silk fabric that the empress had gifted him, elegant jewelry was but carefully on Ben dressed in the finest silk robes . phasma and BB -8 took him through the marbal hallway of the palace, Ben was excited to see rey again the doors open slowly but phasma grab him by the arm gently " remember Ben , be on your best behavior ."

"Don't worry I will ". Ben smiled wickedly at phasma who just took a deep breath .

Ben eneter slowly as the doors closed behind him . everything was silent candles were burning gently oils were burning it smiled amazing . where was rey ? maybe getting ready which she didn't need she was already beautiful to him . he looked at the door quickly from the other room which rey came through . the empress was dress in a silk night gown a see through gown Ben could see everything which made him hard to the core .

"Rey ". He whispered.

Rey had her women hood cover as well for her chest , rey had been thinking about Ben all day and the way to show him was by dancing for him , The empress offered her hand to Ben which he accepted it , she led him to the bed of pillows . instruments played a exotic dance behind the door, she moved her waist at the rythem of the music she looked like a goddess from the desert Ben followed how her body moved ,she moved her body like when they made love rey slowly walk towards Ben and slowly kneel in the floor and spread his tights , she looked at him and gave him a dangerous smiled.

" sweetheart your making me cum." He almost choke at the words coming from his mouth.

" I want you Ben ". She slither up caressing his chest kissing him and She straddles his thighs.

" leave " , she order her maids and everyone in the room , music kept playing outside the door while they both continue.

Rey kissed Ben she ran her bony fingers through his soft skin . she quickly took Ben's cloth off leaving him completely naked and settles on top of him , Ben closed his eyes losing himself in the moment of love and pleasure of his empress they made love all night .

" I'm not going to last ", Ben was breathless as he kept moving his waist faster into her .

" I want you inside of me !",Shaking and gasping as her walls clench around him , She can feel him swelling and stretching her from the inside; the way their bodies moved it was like they were dancing an exotic dance .

" Rey !" , whine Ben , he drag rey closer to him kissing her neck they stayed like this all night making love under the stars and moon of jakku .

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Jade was brushing his hair when one of his servants came to his room .

" any news " he stood up from his chair as he walked towards DJ.

" her Highness is with the alderaan slave and brought music to her chambers " jade turn to face the mirror angry both his hands resting on top of each .

"Leave everyone except you DJ you stay ". When all the maids left the room leaving them alone .

" you know well I didn't come only for help but to win the empress heart but it so happen that the alderaan slave has become a danger and very dangerous indeed ". DJ pay close attention to the prince .

"And what do you have in mind my prince ".

" you very well know me do you?".

" yes and I also know that when something is in your way you eliminated ."

" yes, but I want to play with that alderaan slave I just love how he gets mad fast but I'll hurt him the way he has hurt me when I knew that he took rey from me ".

" let see when the alderaan slave beautiful face is slightly cut or disfigured, let see if the empress wants to see him again " . DJ just shook his head and stare at jade .

" she will see me again I'll be the favorite again not only the princess anymore but the empress favorite ".

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Yes , there's trouble in the horizon for Ben this is going to get intense!😳😳😳😳 thanks everyone for reading ,comments,likes ,and reblogs ! 😘💜💜

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Like always my mean people out there I don't want drama no misunderstandings please if you don't like it keep scrolling down and no harassment nor mean messages.

Please do drama ✌💜please

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[bernadineisreborn]

Jane

Black Magic Woman Part 2. Read Part 1 here!

Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Song fic based on “Jane” by Starship. Confused friends don’t know what feelings are.

Words: 3,662

A/N: The end is a bit rushed… BUT I JUST NEEDED to finish this. Please leave a comment, like, or reblog! Thanks for reading and ily all :) This makes a lot more sense if you read the first part first. I do not own this gif or these characters. 

Jane, you say it's all over for you and me, girl

It was a stormy winter morning. You and Lily had arrived at the Gryffindor dining table only minutes earlier.

“Y/N, I swear to Merlin if you say it one more time, I am going to jinx you,” groaned Lily from across you. You were both dressed in your robes for class, and Lily’s cheeks were tinted a lovely rose hue that made her hair look even redder.

“Fine, Lily. I’ll stop saying it. But we both know it’s true,” you smirked at her, and she let out a puff of air.

You were talking about James, of course. Now that you had gotten Lily to see how much he really liked her, you wouldn’t shut up about it. It didn’t help that the boys seemed to be sitting next to you at every meal now.

Speaking of the handsome devils, your eyes glanced up at the sound of people laughing and moving quickly through the entrance to the Great Hall.

Sirius was shoving James, who was laughing heartily. Peter and Remus were tittering along beside them. Remus seemed to be trying to calm the first two.

“Merlin, help me,” said Lily.

You deepened your voice, imitating James, “Oh, Lily, darling. Don’t you look just ravishing this morning-”

She cut you off, throwing a grape at your face, but you were both laughing.

The boys sat down by you soon after. James sitting uncomfortably close to Lily, pressing his broad shoulder into hers. She forced herself to roll her eyes and nudge him away, but she was still blushing.

Sirius sat next to you, giving you space, but friendly. He gave you a smirk as he settled in, one of his signature, award-winning smiles that usually had you swooning.

But you didn’t want to make it too easy for him.

There's a time for love and a time for letting it be, baby

Remus sat next to Sirius, and Peter by James. The four boys looked less tired than they usually did at this period of the month, though Remus was visibly shaken.

“Good morning, love,” said James to Lily, “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi James,” you replied.

Lily tensed, but managed a “Hi, arsehole.”

James engaged her in flirty conversation, and Sirius turned to you.

“Hi, Y/N. The, er, potion worked brilliantly,” he glanced at Lily, unsure what you had told her, “Thanks again for helping.”

“No problem, Sirius,” you say, “How is Remus?” you ask, quieter. You both glance at the boy, long scars standing out on his unusually pale face.

“He’s been worse… He’s been much, much worse.”

You hum, heart sinking to your stomach for him, “And you?” Your caring eyes meet his, and for a moment, you see a flash of the truth. He was struggling with something. Perhaps Remus’ condition, perhaps something else that was bothering him.

Then, his expression shifted into one of ease, his mask firmly in place.

“I’ve been much worse, as well.”

Across the table, James managed to make Lily laugh at something he’s said. You and Sirius focused your attention elsewhere. Your head was turned away and Sirius watched you talk to Remus, wondering why it made his stomach uneasy.  

Jane you're playing a game called, hard to get by its real name

By the end of the day, you were exhausted. It was almost time for Christmas break, which meant that professors were piling on the lessons to keep up with the curriculum.

You made your way to the Gryffindor common room, planning to work on a few assignments before bed.

Sirius and Remus were sitting on the plush sofa nearest the crackling fire. They waved you over.

“Hello, boys. Up late, aren’t we?”

Remus gave you a boyish smile, teeth over his bottom lip like fangs, “Just working on homework, Y/N.”

You sat down on a sofa across from them, setting your bag by your feet and resting your face in your hands. You were vaguely aware of Sirius whispering something to Remus.

“Right. Well, I better get to bed, then. See you two tomorrow,” said Remus, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You uncovered your face at his words, glancing up. You catch Remus winking at Sirius, just enough of Sirius and Remus’s secret conversation to clue you in.

You watched Remus leave. Then, turned back to Sirius, who you were not expecting to have shifted closer to you. He caught you off guard, grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Want to come sit by me?” his lips quirked into a smile and you had to take a second to compose yourself.

“I’m good here, thanks,” you replied, gathering a few books onto your lap.

Sirius huffed in response, you see his face form an elegant pout from the corner of your eye. You were playing with him, not letting him get what he wanted without a little effort.

You both worked in silence together for a few minutes, then, “What are you working on?”

Looking up, you responded, “Transfiguration.”

A few more minutes passed. “Y/N, I was going to, uh, ask you-”

“No, I’m not letting you copy my homework, Black. It’s the end of the term, you should be doing it yourself!”

His eyebrows raised and his mouth stretched in an expression between amusement and offense, “I wasn’t going to ask that.”

You looked up at him once again, “Oh. What were you going to ask?”

Sirius thought his next words through carefully. Your skin glowed by the firelight and the picture made his heart feel something weird. If he asked you what he really wanted to ask you, it could ruin something. No, no, he had to wait a little. But, the way you had looked at him. And the way he looked at you back…

“I… I was going to ask if you thought James had a real shot with Lily.”

Your face fell, a shift barely noticeable if Sirius hadn’t been watching closely. Not because he was creepy or anything. Just because he was talking to you. Obviously.

But you pulled your face into a smirk and said, “I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.”

Making believe that you just don't feel the same

Oh Jane

Sirius was bored. He had been sitting at the same spot in the library for hours now. James and Remus had left a while ago, their school work finished much faster than Sirius’.

He lifted his gaze from the parchment in front of him, searching for something else worthy of his time.

You were seated at a table a few feet away, quill furiously scratching against a long piece of parchment. Your hair was draped messily on your shoulders and you had a frazzled look about you.

Sirius couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The more he looked at you, the more he found himself smiling. You were pretty, he had no doubt. But you were so studious, so kind, so hard-working. He preferred… looser arrangements, and you were not the kind of girl to be in a loose arrangement. You weren’t his type and Sirius knew he wasn’t yours.

So, instead Sirius turned his attention towards a table of 4thyear Gryffindor girls. He managed to get the attention of one of them, and they soon began giggling amongst themselves, looking back and forth between their parchments and him.

He gathered his things, and started towards the girls, a lazy smile on his handsome face.

Jane, you're playing a game you never can win, girl

A week later, Sirius was feeling a bit hopeless. After you had almost kissed him, twice in a row might he add, he had been confused. Then, he had been intrigued. But now… hopeless.

He had tried flirting with you. It just wasn’t working. For some reason, every time he thought of a clever one-liner or a witty comment, images of you coming closer and closer to him in either the Astronomy Tower or Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom flooded his brain. It made him feel weird and scratchy and sweaty. You were throwing him off.

Sirius was way off his game.

He couldn’t even flirt with other girlswithout thinking about you for Merlin’s sake! He was getting absolutely no love. And you were the cause of it.

He just didn’t understand why, he didn’t understand the way he had been feeling when you were around.

Sirius decided he needed to talk to Remus. Remus would know what to do.

You're staying away so I'll ask you where you've been, baby

You, on the other hand, were trying to stay away from Sirius. You had watched him grow bored of you and drift away once before, intentional or not, and it had broken your heart. You had no intention of letting him get tired of you again.

You saw him at meals, him sitting agonizingly close to you. He always made conversation, and sometimes you wondered if he was trying to flirt with you, but then he would clear his throat and look away or start eating his food fast to avoid talking.

It was confusing. And you were starting to think that you maybe had a teeny-tiny crush on him, to make it worse.

You were still brewing Wolfsbane for Remus, and you were determined to make it much better the second time around.

On the Thursday before the next full moon, you were in Myrtle’s bathroom, busying yourself with potions so you didn’t have to think about Sirius. Unfortunately for you, Myrtle noticed the strange way you refused to stop working for even a second.

“Y/N?” Myrtle squeaked, “What’s wrong with you? Did you decide you hate me like all the other kids so now you’re not going to talk to me anymore and oh, I always knew you would-”

“Myrtle, calm down. It has nothing to do with you,” you reassured. You wanted to talk your feelings out with someone, and you had been planning on waiting to talk with Lily, but Myrtle was so convenient. She could be trusted, right? Probably. “It has to do with… Sirius.”

Myrtle gasped. “A boy? Oh please tell me, Y/N! No one ever tells me about boys, they only come in here to cry or get away from teachers or fight trolls or.. you know. Tell me!”

You winced at her high pitched tone but resigned, “Okay, fine, Myrtle. But you can’t tell anyone.  Ever. I mean it. Or I won’t come visit anymore… and I’ll curse you.”

Myrtle nodded.

“Well… you see, he’s beautiful, obviously. I mean, you can still see. It’s ridiculous, right? No wonder every bloody witch at this school is in love with him. And he’s a complete arsehole sometimes. That does things for some girls, I guess. But not usually for me. Except… I know that he has layers and that deep, deep, deeeep down he’s a sweetheart who masks his own internal problems with external arsehole-ness…”

You continued your rant for about ten minutes. Myrtle listened intently, humming and agreeing in the right places. Poor lonely ghost.

But neither of you noticed the shaggy haired boy come to the bathroom door himself, hearing you mention his name and eavesdropping shamelessly from the other side of the door.

His smile grew as he realized that all of your pent-up emotions meant that you liked him. He wasyour type, after all.  

Like a cat and a mouse

From door to door and house to house

A few nights later, you and Lily stayed up in the common room, anxiously awaiting the return of your friends.

James had finally told Lily about their monthly adventures, so now you at least had someone to sit up with, waiting for them to return safely and help heal their injuries as to not attract suspicion from professors.

Lily kept dozing off, but you were too lost in your thoughts to sleep. Sirius had acted especially awkward the past two days, and you wondered if you two were growing apart again. The thought made you sad, but you couldn’t do anything about it if he decided you weren’t worth his time again.

Don't you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about

A few hours after, you had joined Lily in her slumber, and the boys limped into the Gryffindor common room to find their supposed caretakers cuddled next to each other, shivering in the chilly night time air. Luckily, none of them had any injuries that they hadn’t managed to heal themselves already.

James laughed quietly, “Aweee, they’re sleeping. And they care about us!”

Sirius smiled at the sight of you with your eyelids fluttering and the emotion wiped from your face in you sleep.

“Maybe this means Lily wants me to ask her out.”

Suddenly, you were being lifted by a pair of tender, gentle, but strong arms. Sirius carried you to your room, and James carried Lily.

Halfway up the stairs, both you and Lily woke enough to have the sense to walk yourselves. Lily jumped from James’ arms, almost falling down the stairs. She stammered and blushed, made sure he was okay, and bid him goodnight before heading to bed.

You awoke enough to realize who was carrying you and tighten your arms around his neck, desperately clutching to him and hoping he didn’t leave.

Sirius pretended he hadn’t seen your eyes open for a split second before you did so.

When you got to your dorm, Sirius laid you down on your bed and sat by you. You were awake enough now to acknowledge Sirius’ presence, but sleepy enough to be bold.

“Erm- Thanks for waiting up for me, I mean, for us. It means quite a lot,” said Sirius.

His words were met with silence as you snuggled yourself into your bed and under the covers. In the soft moonlight, his features were filled with nerves and you finally understood why he had been acting so oddly the past few days.

Sirius was about to leave when you grabbed his hand.

Your eyes met. You were half asleep and he was exhausted, but you both could have sworn that the other was glowing. You were too tired to care about the consequences your next words would have on your beloved friendship with Sirius.

“Stay.”

And so he did.

Were all those nights we spent together, hey hey

Only because you didn't know better

I gotta know

The next morning, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the frosty windows. You were surprised at how hot you were. Usually, you didn’t get too warm at night. It was like you were sleeping with a space heater or something. Or a dog.

A dog.

Your eyes shot open and you remembered, embarrassedly, the sleep soaked events of the night before. Sirius was laying peacefully beside you, his arm wrapped around you and his eyes shut tightly.

Oh, Merlin. What had you gotten yourself into?

Instead of staying and dealing with the awkwardness of waking up next to a boy that you were kind of in love with, you decided to leave. So, you dressed in your robes and hoped that Sirius would have the sense to leave the room discreetly before leaving for the Dining Hall as fast as you could.

It was earlier than you had ever woken up before, there were only a few other students in the dining hall when you got there. You sat by yourself at the Gryffindor table and prepared for humiliation.

Not long after, someone sat beside you.

It was Remus.

His hair was extra messy, and he had dark bags hanging from his usually bright eyes. There were a few new scratches on him, but nothing that would scar.

“Hey, Rem. How are you feeling?”

“Awful, but no worse than usual. The Wolfsbane really helps. Why are you up so early?” he asked, but there was a knowing look on his face as he awaited your response.

“Erm… Our dorm was, well, just quite warm this morning and it woke me up.”

“Yeah, Sirius gets warm in his sleep. It’s woken me up before, as well. No worries,” he said with a small smirk spreading across his tired face.

You choked on your tea a bit. His words planted so many questions in your brain, but you settled with, “How did you know?”

He shrugged, “Had a feeling and you just confirmed it.”

You groaned, “What are the chances you tell no one and all parties involved pretend this never happened?”

Remus made a face, his scars scrunching together in thought as his expression changed, “I’m not sure that’s the best-”

“No, really. I just got my friendship with Sirius back. The last thing I need to do is ruin it by making it awkward or something. Please, just… don’t mention it.”

He studied you for a few seconds, thick brows furrowed.

“You really fancy him, don’t you?”

You choked on your tea again.

You were trying to think of a response when you heard him mumble something under his breath.

“What was that, Rem?”

“Oh nothing. Just, erm, you should tell him how you feel. I certainly couldn’t tell him, because you’ve sworn me to secrecy. And he’s sworn me to secrecy as well, so. Just tell him.”

You were staring at him, trying to process what he’d just said, when the rest of the boys dragged themselves into the room. You made eye contact with the exhausted but unreasonably gorgeous Sirius and made another easy decision.

You stacked your plates quickly, “Okay. I’m, uh, done with breakfast. See you later Remus!”

“Y/N, wait! I really think-”

“Good morning, Y/N, darling. What’s the rush? You’re just going to eat with Remus and then leave him like that? Jeez, must be your trademark,” said James as you walked by.

There was laughter in his eyes, and you knew he meant nothing by it. But his words meant that Sirius had already told his friends about last night. You were filled with a sudden, intense wave of embarrassment and anger towards the situation. Heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to think of a response. But the boys were holding in laughter and you couldn’t deal with it anymore.

So, of course, you ran.

Jane you're playing a game, you're playing a game, playing a game

Oh Jane, you're playing a game of hide and go seek

You finally stopped running when you got to Myrtle’s bathroom.

You were crying at this point, hot tears streaming down your face. There were so many emotions running through you, and their combined product was overwhelmed tears. You slumped to the ground and put your head in between your knees.

You were vaguely aware of Myrtle yelling something at you about being just another person crying in her bathroom.

Her words made you cry even louder, your emotional release bringing only a bit of satisfaction.

Not long after you’d finally started calming down, the bathroom door had tentatively opened to reveal the object of your torment. You didn’t notice, too focused on relaxing your breathing and drying your eyes.

But, Sirius came over to you and laid a careful hand on your shoulder. You looked up, surprise flooding your features when you met his eyes. There was regret on his features, brows pinched gracefully in the center and eyes running intently over your face.

“I’m sorry.”

You wiped your fingers under your lashes, ashamed at the tears still streaming from your eyes.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Sirius.”

“Yes, there is. I told my idiotic friends about last night and they embarrassed you. And now you’re… sad.”

His words hung in the air as you tried harder to compose yourself.

“Look, Y/N. I’ve been… meaning to talk to you. I guess now is as good a time as any. I, actually, I think I like you. Well, that’s what Remus says my feelings mean, anyway. And I was thinking about it… I think he’s right. And last night felt right to me, somehow… I don’t know does that make any sense at all?”

As you watched him try to tell you how he felt, you felt a mixture of disbelief and confidence join the emotions coursing through you.

Then, he was looking at you again, and you were looking into his eyes and then at his lips. One of which was tucked neatly under his top row of teeth. You unconsciously leaned closer to him, smelling his woodsy scent.

His smooth lips curved into a little smirk.

“Are you going to kiss me, L/N?”

You smiled back.

“What if I was, Black?”

“Well, I’d let you, of course.”

With that, you both moved closer, closing the gap and crashing your lips together awkwardly, a little too enthusiastic to be gentle. You both shifted to make it more comfortable, and soon enough you were both smiling against each other’s swollen lips.

Jane, you're playing for fun but I play for keeps, yes I do

That's a game on me, yeah

Sirius was the first to pull away.

“Wait. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. You’re not a one-time thing. You’re my friend, you’re… well you can be my girlfriend if you-”

“I like you too, arsehole. I’d be honored to be the girl who finally tied down Sirius Black.”

The second time you kissed Sirius, your lips met with a tenderness that you hadn’t felt before. It made your heart swell and cheeks heat. You tangled a hand in his hair and tugged just enough, getting the upper hand. When he opened his mouth in surprise, you leaned in and grabbed a hold of his lower lip with your teeth and bit down.

He pulled away, his expression one of mild arousal and surprise.

“Ow.”

Jane, Jane, Jane

So plain to see

Why you fooling with me, me, me

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