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#PRANCING INTO THE KITCHEN AT *CHECKS WATCH* THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING
abiik · 3 years
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had to get a pb&j instead 😔
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dear-evanrosier · 3 years
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Christmas
It was a normal day in the Black House. Harry was back from his sixth year at Hogwarts at his godfathers' house. After James and Lily's deaths, Remus convinced Sirius to not go after Peter, since Harry needed him. They took him in and he had lived with them since. It was about eight in the morning of the second day back of the two-week break when he approached them, hoping to talk about something serious.
"Hey, Sirus, Remus, can I to you guys talk about something?" Harry asked, timidly sitting in a chair across from the pair, who were chatting over the Daily Prophet and drinking tea. They looked up to be met with a worried Harry, fiddling with a hole in his pajama bottoms. Remus set down the paper and shared a worried look with Sirius. "Of course, Harry. What is it?" Sirius spoke, folding his hands neatly in his lap before discretely grabbing Remus' hand without Harry noticing. He didn't know about them yet, since either man did not know how he would react.
Harry steeled himself and looked down, staring at the ring his boyfriend had given him a year before. "Ok. Well, I'm bi." He said it so quietly that they almost didn't hear him. "Oh. Harry, we don't care. We still love you." Remus told him, and Sirius gave his hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. "I know. I know this doesn't change your opinion of me. But that's not all." Sirius looked back at him, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "I-I have a boyfriend. And we've been together since our fourth year." Remus, who was drinking a sip of his tea, spit it out and sprayed the hot liquid down his lap. Immediately letting go of Sirius, he hopped up and ran to the bathroom, trying to soothe the burn. "Fuck!" Harry watched as Remus pranced around the house trying to make his legs stop hurting, which was almost comical.
When Remus had finally changed his pants and applied a healing charm, he sat back down to a laughing Sirius and a Harry who was barely holding in his laughter, his whole body shaking with silent laughter. Remus sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing the tea far away from him. "Why didn't you tell us before, Harry?" He asked, once again grabbing Sirius' hand. "Well, I didn't know how you would react to who it is." Harry was twisting the snake around his finger absentmindedly. He had no idea how they hadn't noticed the silver wrapping around his finger with emerald green jewels for eyes. Not to mention the engraved initials, 'D.M' on the bottom. "Well, who is it?" Sirius asked, keeping his eyes on Harry the entire time. "I don't know if I should tell you just yet. I just wanted to tell you before you found out from someone else." They nodded, and Harry left the kitchen, hiding his hand with the ring in his pocket. He ran straight up to his room, setting a treat on the window for Hedwig while he wrote a letter.
Dear Draco,
I told Sirius and Remus that I was bi and that I had a boyfriend. They took it really well, but I'm not surprised. But Remus did burn his legs after spitting out his tea when I told them about you. I didn't tell them who you were though, since I didn't know how they would think of your family. But when I do tell them, I hope you can be there with me. I know it's only been two days since I've seen you, but I really miss you. How has your break been? Did you manage to tell your parents, or are you waiting till Christmas Eve? It's up to you really. And if you need anything at all, please owl me. I don't want you hurt or uncomfortable.
Love from your Scarface
Harry sealed the letter and put it in an envelope, just in time for Hedwig to fly in the window and eat the treat. He wrote 'Draco Malfoy' on the front, and tied the letter to her leg. "Take this to him, but don't get caught." He told her. She gave an affectionate nip of his fingers before flying out.
He smiled to himself and walked back down to the kitchen, getting the breakfast he hadn't eaten that morning. Walking in, he saw Sirius on the counter, Remus between his legs. Neither noticed Harry it seemed as Remus continued kissing Sirius' neck. They didn't break apart until they heard the cabinet door close. The couple whipped around to see Harry casually making some toast, not even paying a second glance to the two snogging. Harry finished heating the bread and turned to get some jam, but found him to be looking at Remus and Sirius, both very red and avoiding Harry's eyes. "You guys ok? You seem embarrassed." Harry asked, pulling out the jar and spreading generous amounts on the bread.
"Uh, this is not how we wanted you to find out," Sirius mumbled and Harry laughed. "Oh, I knew a while ago." He stated it as if it was a fact, and put the jar away, turning around and pouring himself some tea to add to his toast. "Wh-what? When did you find out? How did you find out?" Remus didn't understand how Harry knew, they were so careful. "Like the second year. You guys keep forgetting silencing charms, unlike me." He grabbed his plate and walked out of the kitchen, up to his own room.
Remus and Sirius stared at each other, comprehending what he just said. "Did he say that he doesn't forget silencing charms?" Remus asked, playing with a stray hair falling out of Sirius's hair. "I think he did. We'll have to talk to him about that." Sirius noted, and Remus nodded. "Do we have to do it right now, though? I'm sure we could wait just a little while." Sirius brushed his thumb over Remus' bottom lip and winked. "Of course not, love." And with that, Remus attacked his boyfriend's neck with more kisses, making sure he cast a silencing charm.
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It was hours later when Harry had gotten a response from Draco. He read it slowly, taking in the slanted writing that he loved.
Dear Harry,
I figured that they would take it well, it's quite obvious they have been dating. I can't believe that he burned his legs. He's usually more level headed, what was so surprising about it? I also hope I will be there when you tell them it's me. I want to be there for you-
Before he could read the rest of it, there was a knock on the door before it opened, giving him barely enough time to hide it under his leg without them seeing the name at the bottom. "Hey, Harry. Is that a letter from your boyfriend?" Sirius asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry nodded and readjusted his leg, making sure the writing was completely hidden. Remus smiled and moved to sit next to Sirius. Harry looked between the two, waiting for an explanation. "Er, am I in trouble or something? The last time you sat me down like this is was when I broke into the ministry and you almost..." Harry trailed off, not wanting to remember when he believed Sirius to be dead.  
"What did you mean when you said you don't forget silencing charms?" Sirius asked, just going for it. Harry relaxed and smiled. "Well, what do you think? We can't exactly use the room of requirement, people would know we were missing all the time. And when he's here, I don't want you guys to hear him talking to me. " Remus' eyebrows furrowed before Harry realized what he said and slapped a hand to his face. He's been in here?" Sirius asked, jumping up and knocking Remus off the bed. "Yeah. Twice. We didn't do anything just talked because he didn't want to go home." Remus nodded, but Sirius still looked suspicious.  "Whatever..." And they left Harry alone in his room, both still giving him suspicious looks. After making sure the door was locked, he continued reading the letter.
I want to be there for you when you tell them who I am. I really miss you too. The house has been unnaturally quiet since I got back, and I'm a little worried about it. But I may just be paranoid. I'm going to tell them on Christmas eve, just so I can work up the courage. Don't send a reply to this, I believe my father is going to start checking my mail. I love you, and I will tell you if I need anything.
Your Ferret
Harry smiled to himself and put the letter up, making sure he hid it under his pillow.
CHRISTMAS EVE
They were sitting in front of the fire, chatting merrily and sipping tea, all of them in Christmas pajamas Remus had gotten from a muggle clothing store. Remus and Sirius didn't try and get any more information out of Harry about his boyfriend, just teasing him about being able to keep it a secret for so long.  It was now almost ten o'clock when the fire turned bright green and a boy toppled out of it, crying and barely standing and covered in bruises, with a choked "Harry" coming from his mouth. Harry dashed to his side before his uncles even knew what was happening. He picked Draco up and set him on the couch, resting his hand on his leg. "Accio wand." The object flew from the couch opposite them. "Episkey." The bruises cleared quickly, but he still had some blood peeking out from under the neck of his shirt. He set the wand on the floor next to his foot.
"Dragon, breathe for me." Harry kept repeating, rubbing soothing circles over Draco's knee. His breathing slowed down and he looked at Harry. He wiped a few tears away, grabbing Draco's hands. "Tell me five things you see." Draco looked around the room. "The fireplace, your obnoxious scar, your glasses, and your uncles staring at us." Harry nodded. "I'll worry about them in a minute. Four things you feel." Harry placed a small kiss on his hand, and Draco gave a small smile. "Your hands, the couch, this really uncomfortable suit, and my socks." Harry nodded and kissed his hand again. "Three things you hear."  "Your house-elf grumbling upstairs, the fire, and your voice." Harry smiled. "Two things you smell." Draco took a deep breath. "Your cucumber lavender shampoo, which combination still makes no sense because who wants cucumber and lavender together unless it's in the hair of the cutest boy alive, and burnt cookies from your kitchen because you cannot bake to save your life." Harry chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not the one who baked this time. One thing you can taste." He swallowed and more tears came, which Harry wiped away. "The mint I had right before I told them."
"Ok." He placed a quick kiss on Draco's mouth before sitting on the couch next to him. "Will you tell me what happened?" Draco just looked down at his lap to where their hands were still together. He fiddled with the snake ring on Harry's finger, which the two adults finally took notice of. "Crucio." It was a choked sob, but Harry still understood it. "Ok, come on." He grabbed Draco's hand and his wand and walked to the foot of the stairs before remembering something and turning around.
"Er, I'll be back in a few minutes." He told Remus and Sirius, who was still surprised the boy had come from nowhere. He took Draco up to his room, finding some pajama's for him to wear. "Here, love. Put these on." He passed him some flannel bottoms and a snitch tee shirt. Harry left the room to pull some muggle ointments from the bathroom cabinet. He came back to his room with Draco just pulling the pants above his hips. Harry caught sight of a large gash diagonally across his collar bone. He gasped and Draco gulped, not wanting him to see that. He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, wincing when it grazed the cut. "Dray..." Harry reached forward, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. Draco grimaced and pulled away, sitting on the edge of Harry's bed. Harry walked downstairs as fast as possible, needing a different spell.
"Is there a spell to heal large cuts?" He asked, breathless from practically running down the stairs. Remus and Sirius were on the couch, quietly talking when Harry ran in there. "Yeah, try Vulnera Sanentur. For what?" Remus told him, but Harry didn't even answer the question, he just turned around and ran back up the steps, the two men behind him. He opened the door gently, trying to not scare Draco. He sat next to him, grabbing his wand from where he abandoned it on the desk. "Please let me see it." Draco looked away. "Please?" He sighed and pulled the back of his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. He got a closer look at the cut, thumbing the edges but not enough to put Draco in any pain. "Was it him again?" Draco nodded, and Harry pulled him into a hug, making sure to not touch the wound.
They sat like that for a few minutes, Draco wrapped in Harry's arms, taking in the smell of pine trees, since there was a muggle scented candle on his dresser. They didn't notice Remus and Sirius watching them from the doorway, hidden in the shadows. When Harry let go of him, he brought the wand to the top of the cut, Draco wincing and sucking in his breath when it touched the skin. "Sorry, Dragon. I asked Remus for a spell, and he gave me this one." Harry told him, and Draco nodded. He pulled the wand down the cut gently, murmuring the spell, "Vulnera Sanentur." The gash shrank inwards, becoming thinner. He kept doing and repeating it until instead of a large gash, it was just an angry pink scar. "Thank you." Harry nodded and set his wand back down before gently kissing him. Draco smiled into the kiss, throwing one arm around Harry's neck and the other around his waist. Harry broke the kiss but didn't move his hands from where they were, one hand on his hip and the other on his good shoulder. "I'm so sorry, love. I should never have let you leave my arms on the train."
Draco shook his head and kissed Harry's nose. "It isn't your fault, Haz. I needed to tell them, I just wished I didn't interrupt time with your family." Harry pulled his face away from him, still staring at Draco. "You are part of my family, Draco. Don't forget that. Ever. Ok?" Draco nodded, and Harry kissed his cheek. "I love you, Harry." He rested his forehead against Harry's and smiled. "I love you too, Draco." They hugged again, and the two in the doorway smiled. They began to move away, but Draco's voice stopped them. "What about Remus and Sirius?" Draco asked, and Harry shrugged. "I'll talk to them in the morning. For now, just sleep. I'll stay with you." Draco pulled away from him to look at him, worry etched in every line of his face. "What if they don't want us to be together? What if they make you break up with me?" Harry sighed. "I don't care if I have to leave here, I'm not leaving you." Draco nodded and kissed him again. Harry let go and picked him up bridal style, walking around the side of the bed and sliding in, arms still wrapped around Draco. He pulled the covers over them, wrapping an arm around his waist from behind. "Nox." He whispered, and the lights around his room went out, leaving just the candle casting light across the walls.
Harry hummed a random tune gently to his boyfriend, who was wrapped tightly in his arms. His body was curved around Draco's under the soft grey duvet, rubbing circles over his abs with his thumb. "I'm so sorry, Dragon. I hate your father so much." He mumbled softly, not expecting him to answer. "The feelings mutual, Haz. I can't wait till everything with the war is done and over with and he gets shipped off to Azkaban." Draco fell asleep moments after that, Harry still humming gently in his ear and making the circular motions. Harry laid awake, and called out quietly, "I know you guys are out there, come in here."
It took a moment, but he was met with the sheepish faces of his uncles moving from the doorway and coming to the end of the bed. Sirius sat on the desk and Remus just sat in the chair, like a normal person.
"So, do I have to leave in the morning?" He asked, pulling Draco tighter into his side. He shuffled in his sleep, but Harry pressed a soft kiss to his neck and he stopped moving, smiling in his sleep. Remus shook his head, but Sirius looked hurt. "Of course not Harry. Why would we make you move out?" Remus asked, but Harry just shook his head. "Hold on a second," Harry told him, moving his arm out from underneath Draco gently. He slid out of the bed quietly, trying not to disturb his boyfriend. He straightened his tee-shirt and crept out of the room, motioning for them to follow him. He brought them up a floor to the room he had hardly been in.
It was just a simple drawing room, housing two desks, a trunk that kept rattling (Harry was sure there was a bogart in there), and the black family tapestry Sirius had yet to find a way to take off the wall. He pointed at the names 'Bellatrix Lestrange' which had a thin gold line leading to 'Andromeda Tonks' and 'Narcissa Malfoy'. Her name was connected to 'Lucius Malfoy' and the name 'Draco Malfoy' in between them.
"That. That's why. It's why didn't tell you. Not because I'm embarrassed by him, quite the opposite really. I love him too much for that. I was just worried because of his family. You saw what they did, and he just told him he was gay. I had no idea how you would react when you found out I'm dating someone who's aunt tried to kill you." Harry stood there awkwardly, just breathing shallowly and staring at the spider-like webs between the names. Remus just looked at him. Sirius looked across the web, staring at the cigarette sized hole where he was supposed to be. Remus was about to speak, but he heard a crash coming from the floor below, sounding like it was Harry's room. Harry didn't spare a second thought, just dashing from the room and to his own.
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rainandhotchocolate · 4 years
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Black Dog
A/N So this is literally just pure fluff - I was sick af this week and wanted some sirius black comforting me as a dog so I wrote it I HOPE OTHER PEOPLE ALSO LIKE THIS cause this is totally self indulgent lelel 
Enjoy! 
(8k, Sirius Fluffffff, descriptions of an injury & depression)
A large black dog sat on Y/N’s leg, leaning against her knee. A lot of students had seen it around lately, someone’s rogue and prohibited pet roaming Gryffindor tower at night. For many it was a comfort, wandering around to cheer people up as it seemed to sense when someone was sad or extremely stressed, but Y/N had also heard that it would lead you down to kitchens in the dead of the night and help bring back extra treacle tarts.
A tear had found its way down and into Y/N’s mouth, salty and hot against her skin, her breathing hitching slightly as she tried to calm herself down. She hated crying. Well, crying in front of others anyway. She knew there was a different kind of bravery in being able to show your emotions to others but there was always something pulling her back, telling her to hide at all costs.
The dog nuzzled itself against her leg, and she moved on the couch to make room for it to sit up next to her and lay its head in her lap.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” She laughed at the dog, tears still making tracks down her face, “I hate crying for no reason, it’s like I’m constantly searching for a reason, I should have some terrible illness or problem that means I’m allowed to be upset. But no, my brain has decided I’m just sad.”
Y/N dug her hands into the fur along the dog’s neck and head, scratching lightly. She’d found herself getting more tired lately, wanting to do nothing but sleep and sleep. But now, in the middle of the night, of course, she couldn’t.
The big black dog had been joining her most nights this week, curling up against her leg or in front of the fire, listening to her talk or watching her move around her watercolours across a page, swirls of colour and water dripping onto the carpet. Sometimes they just lay across the carpet in front of the fire, the dog sleeping on her stomach or legs as she drifted in and out of sleep.
This night seemed different, however, the dog had refused to stay still, moving around every few minutes as if to make sure she stayed awake.
“Ok, what’s up, puppy?” The dog growled at that and Y/N laughed, “Ok, large giant manly dog, what are you doing?”
The dog finally jumped up and off the couch, nudging its head into the back of her knee so that she had to stand up as well. She groaned, joining him and watching a little exasperatedly as it ran towards the portrait hole and then looked back at her expectantly.
“Ok, ok,” Y/N shook her head but followed anyway, grabbing her jumper and pushing open the door, hiding quickly in the dark so that the Fat Lady didn’t spot her. Y/N could hear her yelling whose there! in her scariest voice as she slipped out of sight.
They moved carefully through the darkness, the dog led her down hallways Y/N wasn’t sure she’d ever been down before, behind small paintings and passageways that seemed to come into focus when the dog moved across the floor in a certain way. After what felt like an hour, Y/N started to feel a cool breeze trickle down her neck and she realised that they were just beside the small courtyard. The dog slipped through a small dog and Y/N followed him out into the stone covered the courtyard that was beginning to sprout small flowers in between the cracks and along the walls.
Y/N silently thanked herself for bringing a jumper, pulling it over herself as the dog seemed to prance across the stone floor and towards the grounds.
“Slow down, not all of us are completely awake right now.”
The dog huffed but slowed to an almost comical pace… no, just slowed. Y/N shook her head, she was reading human emotions into a fucking dog. She followed the dog out into a clearing, a little way down from the Whomping Willow, that overlooked the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The black dog pawed at the bottom of a tree to Y/N’s right before curling up underneath it. Y/N joined him, letting him rest his head on her lap once more.
The night breeze had faded, leaving just the warm air that smelt like flowers and Hagrid’s cabbage patch wafting over towards them.
“Well this is very pretty,” Y/N murmured, scratching the dog behind his ears and grinning as it pushed its head back involuntarily into her hand, “I was brought here before you know? In first year, I completely forgot.”
A memory had pushed itself forward, of a boy with dark hair gripping her hand tightly and dragging her along the river and towards the large oak tree they were now sitting under.
“Sirius Black brought me here, he was sure that there was going to be a comet shower and we had to go see it.”
The dog seemed to jump at the name, looking up at her before shaking its head and lowering back down and onto her lap.
“You know that name huh? I hope he’s not your owner, that would be supremely awkward. Though to be fair it would be like him to bring in a prohibited animal into school,” Y/N snorted, rolling her eyes.
Sirius and herself had been friends back in first and second year before he’d grown into himself, his hair curling down the nape of his neck as he rebelled against haircuts from his parents, wearing tight flare jeans and leather jackets to Hogsmeade weekends in third year. They’d drifted apart, Sirius spending more time with his guy friends, wanting to talk about girls and dung bombs, and Y/N’s little crush had faded into the background as she became friendly with the other girls in her dorm room.
She couldn’t help hating how her heart jumped a little bit every time he caught her eye, smiling and always being the first to look away.
“Well if he is your owner tell him he’s a dolt for dousing the common room in snow, I know it was him.”
The dog seemed to look amused. No, not amused, it was just looking at her. Y/N desperately needed some sleep.
“Ok, come on doggo, I need to actually go to sleep for once,” She felt herself yawning, and grinned down at the dog, “Thanks for the adventure, it seems to have made me tired.”
They wandered back up and into the castle, the dog again leading her down small passageways and hidden corridors to avoid any teachers or Filch prowling the hallways. The dog ran ahead when they were at the corridor leading onto the Gryffindor Tower, and somehow made the Fat Lady open the Portrait Hole before Y/N had edged towards her point of sight, grumbling loudly about insubordination.
She crept into the common room, praying that it had remained empty, and letting out a deep sigh when she saw that it was.
“Well, goodnight lil fluff,” Y/N grinned as it growled lightly at her again but nuzzled his head along her leg all the same. She gave him a final scratch on the head and neck before walking towards the girl’s dorm room, falling asleep almost instantly.
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Y/N woke up to a startled shriek, jumping up quickly and pulling open the curtains surrounding her bed. She was surprised to find that the sun was streaming through the windows and the rest of the girls in her room already dressed and pulling on sandals.
“Ok who on earth screamed,” Y/N groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and slipping on her the soft slippers sitting under her bed.
“Yeah sorry I just spilt coffee on my date outfit and I have nothing else planned out and I’m currently panicking,” Dorcas sighed, still staring at the large brown stain dripping down her white blouse.
“You have a million clothes,” Marlene rolled her eyes, already picking through her clothes, “And a million white tops, I honestly think you have an inability to buy colour.”
“I look good in shades, leave me be.”
“Wear the white dress!” Marlene pulled out a mini dress that had been stuck underneath the piles of winter clothes Dorcas had packed away months ago.
“Ughhhh, no.”
“Yes!” Lily came over to Marlene, grinning widely, and picking the dress out of Marlene’s hands to hold it up to the rest of the dorm.
“Strong yes, also who are you going out with?” Y/N rummaged through her drawers to pull out a pair of linen shorts and t-shirt.
“Eloise, that Ravenclaw girl who Dorcas stares at every morning,” Marlene threw the dress at Dorcas who scowled and held it up to herself in the mirror.
“On the Quidditch team, yeah?”
“Yep, smart and fit, the dream combo,” Dorcas waggled her eyebrows at Y/N through the mirror before turning around and sighing loudly, “Ok, but no one is allowed to comment on the dress all day.”
“Cross my heart,” Lily acted out her words in mid-air, turning back to lacing up her docs. Eventually, the girls filed out of their dorm room and made their way to the Hogwarts exit point. Filch was standing and growling at everyone who past, aggressively poking a dark magic detector towards each person before they were allowed to get through.
“I don’t know who would be dumb enough to carry dark objects into Hogsmeade,” Marlene rolled her eyes, lining up for Filch to glare her down.
“I’d say it would be more of a worry what they are getting in town,” Lily muttered under her breath, eyeing a dark-haired Slytherin who had hissed back at Filch as he tried to pat him down.
“Filch is checking us going back in too,” Y/N watched as Filch finally let Snape through, begrudgingly, and he joined the group of Slytherins waiting for him. Lily’s attitude didn’t seem to lift, so Y/N took another angle, “So are we meeting James?”
“In the Three Broomsticks,” Lily said, as casually as possible, but a slight tinge of red had crept up onto her cheeks and ears.
“What is this, date number 10?” Dorcas grinned at her, “And all you’ve done is kiss, huh?”
“We’re taking it slow.”
“Or you’re just not telling us all the juicy details.”
“You know that you would be the first to know if I had any juicy details to tell,” Lily knocked Dorcas’ elbow, smiling at her, “Anyway, I don’t want to be making a big deal out of it.”
“But it’s a bloody huge deal!”
“Exactly my point.”
“You’re no fun,” Marlene poked her tongue out at her, and looped her arm around Y/N, “I guess us lone wolves will have to make our own fun.”
“Yes, please find me something fun to do,” Y/N leaned into Marlene’s shoulder, watching the line slowly trickly forwards.
“Well there are plenty of pretty boys around for that,” Marlene winked at her, scanning the crowd forming with Filch’s very slow process, “Even some that seem to be staring at you.”
“What?” Y/N followed her gaze to see none other than Sirius Black turning quickly away to face Remus and Peter. Y/N frowned, perhaps that dog was his. Did he see them last night?
“I highly doubt staring is the word to be used there,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “We haven’t exactly spoken recently.”
“Ahh, the heart is a fickle thing,” Marlene said sagely, stepping up to Filch who poked her aggressively and then waved her through. Once Filch had seen that they weren’t carrying anything that would potentially curse or kill anyone in Hogsmeade, they made their way down the hill towards the small village.
Y/N had always loved Hogsmeade, in all weather, but there was something about it in Summer when everyone was wandering the streets and a light summer breeze would rustle its way through the main road in a way that felt like she was being wrapped in a blanket. It somehow felt more magical to her.
The girls made their way towards The Three Broomsticks, Marlene whispering the names of all the cute boys they passed who might be very available for Y/N. Y/N couldn’t help but snigger along with her, even though her mind had drifted back to Sirius’ grey-blue eyes watching her in the courtyard moments before.
The Three Broomsticks was crowded, as expected, with the end of exams and most teachers finishing up their work. Rosmerta was almost slinging butterbeer at anyone who managed to reach the bar, and had three extra waitstaff sliding through the tables across the pub.
“Can anyone see a table?” Marlene scowled at a boy who had shoved passed her to find a table himself and he backed off.
“I’m going to melt into the floor if there isn’t, I am not going to Madame Puddifoots, that place is a hellhole,” Dorcas groaned, searching the floor for empty chairs lying about.
“James has one!” Lily was already walking towards them, waving at James with a giddy kind of smile on her face. The rest of them trudged after her, avoiding the patrons holding steaming mugs of butterbeer and other assorted drinks, towards the large back table where James and his friends were sitting.
“How on earth did you get this table?” Dorcas looked both amazed and relieved, sitting down on the edge of the table so that she could continue to look out for Eloise.
“Got here hours ago, it’s the last trip into Hogsmeade it’s always hectic,” James was grinning, clearly very proud of himself, and slung an arm around Lily, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, “I grabbed you a pint already but I wasn’t aware we’d be graced by your friends as well, sorry!”
“Well I guess you had to officially meet them at some point,” Lily smiled up at him, and Y/N felt a pang in her stomach. It would be nice to look at someone with that much happiness.
“We’ve known them for seven years,” Marlene laughed, still standing and holding onto Y/N’s arm, “We’ll get the rest of the pints, come on.”
She dragged Y/N away quickly, expertly pulling her through the crowd and up to the bar.
“Why did you and Sirius drift apart anyway?” She turned to Y/N, head crooked to one side.
“I told you, we just got older and stopped having the same interests,” Y/N shrugged, “Why?”
“I don’t know, I just always think there was more too it,” She held her hands out and pulled three mugs of butterbeer towards her as Rosemerta began sliding them across the bar, “you know he’s like always staring at you.”
“Well now I know you’re lying,” Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing her own pint of butterbeer as they began to walk back, trying not to spill anything.
“You can’t not have noticed! If anything I can’t see why you drifted apart if you both clearly care for each other, even just a little bit,” Marlene gave her a look, the one the gave when she was making sure that you actually listened to her and stopped being a prat.
“I honestly don’t know what to tell you, Marls,” Y/N lowered her voice as they got to the table, “We just stopped hanging out.”
“Mmmmm,” Marlene hummed but said nothing further. She passed a mug to Dorcas and sat down next to Peter and Remus.
“Has Eloise arrived yet?” Y/N ignored Marlene’s continued watchful eyes, sitting down in the only place left, between Remus and Sirius. She took a big sip of her drink.
“Her friend just came over, she’s running a bit late but will be here soon,” Dorcas beamed, her nerves getting the better of her as she began tapping the edge of her butterbeer mug. Sirius had leaned back into his chair, and Y/N could feel his eyes on her shoulder but she continued to ignore him. She wasn’t really sure why she was ignoring him, it’s not like he’d done anything to hurt her, but it felt like if she turned to face him her face might become a ripe tomato.
“Have you planned out your afternoon then?”
“Of course, drink here, then walk over to the shrieking shack, see if I can’t get her a little scared and a little in need of a hug,” Dorcas winked, earning a laugh from James and Sirius.
“That’s very sly, I like it,” James nodded in approval, “Might try that on you sometimes.”
He turned to Lily, grinning wickedly.
“I’m very sure it would be you who’d need a hug.”
“That works fine for me too, Lils,” His grin widened and Lily seemed to be unable to do anything but smile back at him.
“What about you, Y/N, any big plans for the afternoon?” Y/N felt like she could hear his voice separately from the others, as if they were somewhere else, alone. She cleared her throat, steeling herself before looking at him with a cool expression plastered across her face.
“No plans, though Marlene wants to find something fun to do that doesn’t require us watching James and Lily snog all afternoon,” Y/N gave an innocent smile to Lily who growled at her.
“Perhaps you’d want to join us?” Marlene chimed in, a similar smile on her face, eyebrows raised at Sirius, “You two as well of course.”
She nodded to Remus and Peter.
“I never really enjoy seeing James’ tongue,” Remus’ face remained blank but his eyes were twinkling as he looked over at Lily who was blushing furiously.
“I actually hate all of you,” Lily buried her head behind James who looked thoroughly pleased with her reaction.
“Well I’m definitely in, I need to stop by Zonko’s though,” Sirius responded, eyes darting over to Remus’ who returned a knowing smile.
They finished their drinks and bid goodbye to Lily, James, and Dorcas who barely looked up from watching the door intently. Y/N took in a deep breath as the summer breeze wafted across her face, feeling it warm up her skin.
“Nothing like the Scottish sun,” Sirius grinned at Y/N, “I honestly think the sun feels the best here, because we get so little of it across the year.”
“Definitely,” Y/N smiled a little giddily back, feeling the sun warm the back of her head as they made their way towards Zonkos.
“So what do you need in Zonkos huh?” Marlene gave Remus and Sirius a sidelong glance, “I would have thought you’d be banned from bringing things back by now.”
“We have our ways,” chirped Peter from behind them, sticking his head through from behind Remus with what he must think was a mischievous smirk.
“Why does that sound worse than the idea of being pranked on our last few days of school?”
“Because it is,” Remus shook his head at the two boys who were now whispering, heads bent together.
“I thought you would have taught them better Mr prefect,” Y/N teased him, holding open the door for the group to pile into the already very crowded Zonko’s.
“There’s a reason I had the head boy badge taken from me,” He winked, nodding in thanks as he passed her and wandered towards what Y/N was sure was fireworks. The boys hid their purchases from Marlene and Y/N who decidedly ignored them, wandering the aisles in search of anything that could be fun for the summer holidays.
“Never know when you might need one of these,” Marlene elbowed Y/N repeatedly as she held up a love potion, making Y/N giggle.
“I definitely, don’t need one of those.”
“Oooh, a confident Y/N, I like her,” Marlene put it down, trailing her fingers across the shelves. Y/N felt someone’s eyes on her back but refused to turn around until the boys called their names to get them to leave.
“Anyone keen to sneak up on Dorcas?” Marlene linked arms with Y/N again.
“You just want to see the haunted shrieking shack,” Sirius cooed, moving his hands in front of her as if he was a ghost, “It is really haunted you know, I’ve heard the screams.”
“So, have I,” Peter grinned, following Sirius’ actions as Marlene began to lead the way. They trudged up the hill and towards the clearing where there was the best view of the derelict house. It always seemed to look worse and worse every time Y/N came to see it like it would fall over at any moment.
“Want a closer look?” Sirius winked at Y/N, “Or are you a bit too scared something might come out of the dark.”
“Don’t need you goading me Mr Black,” Y/N smiled at him, “You know I can’t handle scary stories, let alone a giant haunted house.”
“Ahhh come on, I’ll protect you,” He grabbed her shoulders quickly, “If I can.”
“Stop it, you dork!”
“You two are killing me,” Marlene rolled her eyes, snorting at them, “And anyway, Dumbledore said specifically that someone nearly died down there. I’m all for an adventure, but I’d like to graduate and you know, maybe fight in a war rather than die from a loose floorboard.”
“Smart girl you are,” Remus nodded at her, but Y/N swore she saw a flash of anger cross his eyes, “I for one am perfectly happy staying up here, not dead.”
“Hear hear!” Y/N grinned up at Remus, “the prefect is back.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon mucking around the area around the Shrieking Shack, Sirius taking them up to this giant hill that overlooked almost all of Hogsmeade and the castle. On the way down, Y/N felt herself slip, catching herself on a rock that jutted out beside her.
“Fuuuuuuuuuucckk,” Y/N moaned, feeling her hand cut open with the force of her landing, her but likely covered in dirt and also aching.
“Shit, are you ok?” Sirius had come up behind her, grabbing her by the waist and swiftly picking her up and off the ground. The rest of them had already trekked farther down the hill and hadn’t heard her swear.
“Yeah, I am, it's bloody typical of me. The one day I bring out the sandals we go on a small hike,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head and trying to stand on her feet. Her knee buckled and she fell back into Sirius who gripped her tightly, his arms wrapped around her torso.
“Thanks, sorry,” Y/N winced, both from the pain and a little out of embarrassment.
“Don’t stress at all,” He smiled at her, “Lean on me, for the rest of the way down ok? I don’t want you toppling over and breaking your leg again.”
“Oh my god I can’t believe you would bring that up,” Y/N shook her head in amazement, “that was completely your fault!”
“Hardly!” Sirius hooked his arm around her back and hoisted her upright so that Y/N could test her leg whilst they continued the walk down. Y/N couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling his chest pressed up against her shoulder blades and… shut up, you idiot.
“You decided it would be a great idea to make the final staircase to the Great Hall a waterslide.”
“Oh yeah… that was kind of my fault wasn’t it,” He grimaced, chuckling, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s ok, you carried me around for a week. And I think you got me a bouquet of chocolate frogs! Fuck, I forgot about that.”
“Has been a while hasn’t it,” Sirius became slightly quieter, Y/N itching to turn and see his expression but she was too worried about making sure she didn’t bleed across her white shorts. They continued the rest of the journey in silence, Y/N slowly taking her weight off Sirius as she stretched out her leg and the muscle began to take on more pressure.,
“You lot took ages, doing anything fun?” Marlene was picking at her nails, sitting on a large rock and leaning against Remus who had pulled out a book.
“If you call gashing open your hand and bruising your sit bones fun, then yes, I had a wild time.”
“You cut your hand?” Sirius glared at Y/N, “Show me.”
“Alright, calm down,” Y/N barked a laugh at his concerned expression, “I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Yeah that’s not fine,” Peter had come up to them, watching as Sirius opened her fist revealing a large gaping hole in her hand.
“Ok I think I might faint,” Y/N felt a rush of blood coming up to her head as she took in the pain and visual all at once, “I’d been clenching it the whole way down the hill so I didn’t bleed on myself, I didn’t think to look at it.”
“I’ve got something to calm you down,” Peter smiled at her, grabbing his large rucksack and pulling out a small dropper, “open your mouth, two drops of this and you’ll be fine till we get you to Madame Pomfrey.”
“Do you just carry this stuff around with you?” Marlene peeked her head into his bag, frowning.
“He’s obsessed with potions,” Remus smiled at Peter warmly, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was best in the year,”
“I’m not that good, I just find them interesting,” Peter blushed a bright red colour as he put the stopper back into the bottle and pocketed it, “Let me know if you feel like fainting again.”
“Will do,” Y/N felt a wave of calm come over her, her knees buckling again as every muscle in her body seemed to relax.
“Yeah it might do that if she’s never had it before,” Peter winced, “Sorry I forgot to mention.”
“No worries,” Sirius leaned down and picked Y/N up, bridal style, “This is much more fun anyways.”
“Sorry, Y/N!” Peter squeaked again, looking like he accidentally poisoned her.
“It’s fine,” Y/N smiled giddily, “I wish I could have you around more often with your little potions bag.”
Y/N curled herself into Sirius’ body, slightly aware that her inhibitions had likely been lowered given her lack of care for revelling in the closeness of their bodies but she didn’t care, or more likely she probably couldn’t care. He brought her back up to the castle and straight to the hospital wing, calling loudly to Madame Pomfrey as he laid her on the closest bed to the exit.
“Yes, what is it, Black,” Pomfrey snapped, and Y/N got the impression that she didn’t enjoy seeing Sirius in the Hospital Wing, “oh!”
“Yes not me this time I promise, Y/N fell in Hogsmeade, she’s opened up her hand,”
Sirius curled open Y/N’s hand slowly, and Y/N winced as the nerves around the gash seemed to fizzle.
“Mmmmm, that’s a nasty cut, I’m glad you brought her to me instead of trying to heal it yourself, she’d have a hell of a lot more nerve damage,” Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and sat beside Y/N who looked at her nervously.
“I’ve learnt from my mistakes,” Sirius winked at her, sitting on the other side, his hand still on her shoulder. Y/N concentrated on that as Pomfrey began hovering her wand around the wound, muttering softly, and suddenly could feel the entirety of her hand moving, the nerves reattaching around the tendons. Y/N wanted to puke.
“Not very comfortable, but you should be fine in a few hours, you’ll just need to wear a small brace for a day to make sure nothing else happens to it.”
“Ok,” Y/N gritted her teeth, wishing she’d asked for something for the pain from Peter as well as her wound began to close slowly.
“There! All done, just wait here whilst I grab you a brace, and no leaning on it today or tomorrow, ok?” She gave Y/N and Sirius a stern look before standing up and heading to a large cupboard next to her office.
“Feeling ok?” Sirius asked, his thumb rubbing circles against her shoulder blade.
“Now that she’s stopped pulling my skin together, yes,” laughed Y/N, smiling at him, “Thanks for bringing me by the way, I hope I didn’t stop you getting your Zonko’s stuff back into the castle.”
“Oh don’t worry, Peter was in charge of all that,” He gave her a smirk but said nothing more as Madame Pomfrey returned with a rigid looking brace. She put it place for Y/N, showing her how to re-do it in the morning and bid them goodbye.
Sirius and Y/N walked back up to the Gryffindor Common Room in relative silence, Y/N feeling the calm slowly wear off her and the embarrassment of being carried into the castle by Sirius Black settle back in.
“Well, I’m going to read and avoid using my hand for the next 24 hours,” Y/N smiled a little awkwardly at him as they stepped through the Portrait hole and into the common room. He smiled at her, standing still momentarily as they both seemed to panic over how to say goodbye. Eventually, Y/N held out her hand as Sirius went to hug her.
“Wow, we really are out of sync,” Sirius laughed loudly, shaking his head.
“Why don’t we just nod curtly and leave,” Y/N grinned but felt like she was actually just baring her teeth at him.
“Deal.”
They nodded at each other and walked in the opposite direction, Y/N to her dorm and Sirius to the large window that overlooked the grounds.
That evening, once the sun had finally gone down around 10pm, Y/N made her way out into the common room, wanting to be by the fire as she read. She wasn’t surprised to see the large black dog had taken up residence by the fire already, curled up in a ball. He looked up when he heard her, wagging his tail.
“How are you doing, pup?” Y/N smiled at the large dog that had come across the common room and lay down on the carpet in front of the fire.
“I had a good day today,” She hummed lying down on the couch, leaning her head against the edge, curling herself up into the cushions so that she could keep her feet warm.
“I saw your owner today, Sirius,” She watched the fire flicker, placing her book underneath the couch as she began to feel tired, “Haven’t actually spoken to him in a long while. It was nice, felt like old times.”
The dog jumped up and curled himself against her stomach. Y/N felt herself begin to drift off, one arm curled to her side and the other draped lazily across the black dogs’ torso.
“In fact, I even got him to carry me the whole way home,” Y/N snorted, “You should have seen me, I think I was as red as a tomato. I’m very glad he didn’t say anything. Or perhaps if I’m lucky he didn’t notice me mortifying myself as I drooled over him.”
She felt herself wake, without opening her eyes, wanting to curl into the warmth of the couch and the sun shining on her skin. Y/N moved slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position for her arm that had seemed to have remained unmoving whilst curled into her side, and had begun to ache. She went to pull it out from under her and stretch it out towards the fire but instead, she hit something solid and warm in front of her.
Y/N flung her eyes open and saw a large figure covering her view and shrieked, jumping upwards, pushing the figure off the couch along with the couch cushions. She landed a little painfully on planks of wood and springs that made up the inside of the couch.
The figure yelped as they landed on the floor in a heap, rolling over and groaning in pain. Y/N struggled to pull herself out of the couch’s grips, hopping up to face whoever was lying on the floor in front of her.
“What on earth,” The heap groaned again, wincing lightly as they sat upright, rubbing the places where Y/N presumed they had landed moments ago. Y/N caught herself before she let out a gasp.
“Sirius?” Her eyes were wide, staring down at him. He winced again, sitting on his hip and heaving himself upright.
“Yes, what’s – oh, shit,” Realisation dawned on his face as he looked down at himself and Y/N looked immediately up towards the ceiling.
“So why on earth were you naked and lying with me on the couch?” Y/N continued to stare at the ceiling as Sirius searched for something to cover himself with, settling on a small cushion that had also gone flying in Y/N’s panic.
“I uh, fell asleep with you…” His eyes tried to meet hers but moved to the window behind her when she stared back in confusion.
“You, but,” No fucking way, “YOU are the dog?”
“Well, yes,” He smiled very sheepishly at her, eyes apologetic.
“You’re an animagus?” Y/N hissed at him, both shocked and a little frustrated. How long had she been hanging out with this dog, with Sirius? What had she said to him?
“Not so loud, I don’t know if you noticed that no one else knows this,” He looked around carefully, taking a step forward as if to put a finger across her mouth but thought better of it.
“For how long?”
“About three years.”
“You’ve been an illegal animagus for THREE YEARS?” Y/N couldn’t stop her voice from increasing in volume and Sirius gave her another pleading look.
“Why, why didn’t you tell me? Why… why?” Y/N stuttered, feeling her cheeks flush as she remembered talking to him about… himself.
“Well it’s a little lame,” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I saw you here like two months ago, reading a letter from your parents. I remember you used to talk about them being a little uptight about being a witch and well anyway I wanted to say something or do something to make you feel better but… I don’t know we hadn’t spoken for so long and I just…”
“I just didn’t know how you would react if I just came up and asked you what was wrong, I mean if it was me I probably would have told you I was fine and ran away as fast as I could,” He laughed, a little nervously, still avoiding her gaze, “I didn’t even really think about it, I just turned, and then you looked so happy to see me and I don’t know, it felt like I cheered you up…”
He faded off, giving her a sheepish smile.
“And then you just decided to hang out like that every evening?” Y/N felt like she was processing a thousand bits of information at once.
“Oh uh, well, I didn’t always know your schedule. So I sort of just hung around like that. It turned out kinda nice though, getting to cheer people up during their exams. One girl tried to feed me birdseed though, that was disgusting,” His face grimaced from the memory, but Y/N was still stuck on what he had first said.
“You were waiting for me?” Y/N replied slowly, feeling her stomach begin to churn.
“Right, uh, I mean I wasn’t trying to stalk you or anything! You just haven’t seemed yourself lately, I wanted to help in some way.”
“You know you could have just come up and asked me what was wrong,” Y/N laughed at him, but it came out significantly more high-pitched than she’d anticipated.
“Honestly I thought you might still hate me a little.”
“What?” Y/N tried to rack her brain back to anything that he could have done that would have meant she’d hate him, “Why would I hate you?”
Sirius narrowed his eyes, looking genuinely confused, staring at her silently for a minute.
“Because of third year? Your date with Richard Ankleman?”
“Richard? What?” Y/N hadn’t thought about him for years, “the guy who stood me up?”
“He never told you, did he,” Sirius’ face contorted to one of complete embarrassment. For a moment, Y/N thought that he might hit himself with the pillow, but was grateful that he kept it where it was.
“Told me what, Sirius.”
“Ok, uh, well I wasn’t totally thrilled about him asking you out so I, you know in classic idiot Sirius style, hexed him into the Hospital wing so he wouldn’t make it. I mean I did tell him not to tell you, but I didn’t think he was scared enough of me to take me seriously,” He looked, if possible, even more sheepish. Y/N stared at him, eyes wide. How did I not know this?
“You were so furious after you spoke to him the next day, I just presumed he’d told you. You ruined my weeks’ essays, remember?”
Y/N did remember. It was all coming back to her, storming into Gryffindor Common Room in a rage and, with a flick of her wand, opening all the windows and letting in a huge gust of air that swung through the room and knocked over all of Sirius’ ink bottles that were scattered across the desk he was using the finalise his essays.
Y/N hadn’t bothered to stay and watch the aftermath. She had gone to apologise the next day, but he hadn’t been waiting for her in the common room like he always was so they could go down for breakfast together.
“Yeah, I was mad at him! He went on and on about how he was sick and I shouldn’t blame him for standing me up and to not slag him off to any of my other girlfriends in case he asked them out,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the memory, “I went to apologise to you the next day but you kept avoiding me.”
“I thought you’d want to talk about what I did!” Sirius stepped forward, letting out a huge breath he seemed to have been holding, and began gushing, his words falling off his tongue without a second thought, “I’d have to explain why and then you’d realise I was madly in love with you.”
He breathed out a laugh, significantly calmer. Y/N, on the other hand, felt like he’d just punched her in the throat.
“You what?”
“Merlin’s beard, I’m doing terribly today,” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, “Please don’t freak, it was a while ago I promise, it just made me a little crazy back then. We haven’t really spoken properly in ages anyway,” He tried to laugh it off, but Y/N still felt like it was hard to breathe. A silence fell across them, broken only by the sound of Sirius adjusting his pillow awkwardly. Y/N’s heart was beating hard.
“I…” Y/N tried to laugh as well, as if this was a casual thing to say, “I had a bit of a thing for you as well.”
“Oh,”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me!” Y/N scoffed at him, lifting her arms up in exasperation.
“I thought you knew!”
“How on earth would I know that! I’m not a mind reader.”
“I literally spent every waking hour with you, I asked you out!”
“I think I would have noticed if you asked me out you idiot,” Y/N shook her head at him, “Please, tell me when you asked me out.”
“I asked you to Hogsmeade and you invited James to get to know him better, so I kind of got the hint,” Sirius watched Y/N open and close her mouth a couple of times, unsure how to reply, “You didn’t think it was a date.”
“Not really…” Y/N was unsure if she could feel more like an absolute twat, “I thought you were just seeing if I wanted to go, and I wanted to hang out with James cause you guys were hanging out so much!”
“Wow,” Sirius started laughing, shaking his head, “This is actually changing my life.”
Y/N couldn’t help but join in, feeling her nervous energy emanate in awkward laughter.
“I can’t believe how stupid we were,” Y/N snorted, her face still red but breaking out into a large smile that matched Sirius’.
“Merlin, imagine if we hadn’t been so idiotic, things would be very different,” Sirius laughed, but Y/N felt her smile fade a little as she thought about his words. Holding his hand as they snuck around the back of the Herbology classrooms, where they’d previously made fun of couples for hiding. Sirius taking her to his favourite hiding spots around the castle. Y/N actually being there for him when he’d left home, instead of hearing about it through Remus and leaving a bag of Honeydukes sweets on his bed when he wasn’t there.
“Yeah, really different.”
Sirius’ eyes lifted to meet Y/N’s, his eyes darkening slightly. Y/N had forgotten momentarily that he was completely naked and that the light was getting brighter and brighter in the Common Room.
“Y/N, I –“ Sirius started but there was a sudden noise that made him jump backwards and turn his head towards the stairs, “Shit.”
Sirius grimaced, opening his mouth to say something before shaking his head and making a mad dash back up the stairs to the boy's dorm room before anyone came out of the girl's dormitory to find him stark naked and covered by a pillow.
Y/N stood, a little dazed, in the same spot momentarily, staring out the window opposite her until she heard her name getting called.
“Hmmm, what?” She turned to find Lily watching her, an odd expression on her face.
“Did I hear you talking to someone?”
“No, wait yes, Sirius was down here a second ago, he just went upstairs to get dressed.”
“Right…” Lily still seemed to stare at Y/N, whose expression was likely just as confusing.
“Um, why are you up so early?” Y/N changed the subject quickly, moving to sit back on the couch where the cushions had been hastily thrown earlier.
“Have a meeting with Professor McGonagall about getting a reference for my internship at St Mungo’s,” Lily grinned, “I’m hoping she’ll forgive me dating James.”
“Ahh, she secretly loves James’ shenanigans.”
“Let’s hope so,” Lily sighed, “You coming down for breakfast?”
“Yes – no wait, I’m not dressed am I?” Y/N looked down at herself, still wearing her clothes from the day before, “Oh.”
“Are you ok?” Lily looked concerned, “You didn’t get a concussion yesterday did you?”
“No, I’m fine, sorry, still a little tired obviously. You go ahead, I’ll meet you in the Great Hall,” Y/N gave what she hoped was a convincing smile and moved quickly down towards the girls’ dorm rooms.
Y/N felt like the whole day moved in a kind of daze. Many people went back to Hogsmeade but Y/N opted to join Marlene and Dorcas down by the lake as Dorcas debriefed them on her date the day before.
“Should I have kissed her? I feel like I should have and I just fucked up big time,” Dorcas groaned, throwing her bag down and joining it in a heap on the grass.
“You definitely should have kissed her,” Marlene replied solemnly, “Y/N, what do you think? I reckon she was giving off vibes big time.”
“What?” Y/N looked up at the two girls, both of whom glared at her.
“Were you even listening to me?” Dorcas huffed, “This is an important life or death situation, Y/N. I may have just ruined my first date with the love of my life.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“What’s going on with you, you’ve been out of it all day,” Marlene probed, joining Dorcas on the grass, letting her legs sit out in the sun.
“Nothing, I’m just distracted, sorry,” Y/N dipped her toe in the lake, “You definitely should have kissed her, D.”
“Don’t change the subject!” Dorcas poked her shin with her toe, “or depress me more.”
“Tell usssssss,” Marlene whined at Y/N, “Come on, it’s nearly graduation, we might never ever see each other again and you’ll regret having never shared this precious information with us.”
“Ha ha ha,” Y/N poked her tongue out at Marlene who was pouting, “I just… ugh. Ok, well I sort of spoke to Sirius this morning.”
“I’m excited already,” Marlene grinned, leaning forwards, “Did he profess his love for you yet?”
“I actually hate you,” Y/N bit her lip, “But also like kinda?”
“WHAT,” The two girls had wide eyes, Dorcas’ mouth hanging open slightly.
“Ok well, that’s an over-exaggeration, it was more like he had a crush on me years ago.”
“Less interesting, pretty obvious,” Marlene huffed, leaning back into her arms.
“How!” Y/N glared at her, “how on earth could you know this.”
“Ooooo Y/N, I’m just going to stare at you longingly from across the table all subtle-like,” Marlene put on a terrible deep male voice, staring longingly at Y/N.
“This is why I didn’t tell you,” warned Y/N, but her cheeks twitched as Marlene began to pout in an eerily accurate impression of a brooding Sirius.
“Soooo did he ask you out?”
“Did you make out?”
“We did nothing, at all.”
“You’re as bad as Dorcas,” Marlene shook her head, earning a shove from Dorcas.
“We were interrupted by Lily,” Y/N threw her hands up, “It kind of sounded like… he might have been saying something important…”
“Oooooooo Y/N’s got a date!” Marlene giggled, grinning widely at her. Y/N couldn’t help but grin back at her, Marlene’s enthusiasm was infectious.
“I do not,” said Y/N, but her smile was still giving her away. Marlene reached out and grabbed her arms, pulling her down into the grass with Dorcas.
“You will be a positive human even if I have to punch it into you. Now, sit down and get all brown and tan with me.”
They stayed by the lake until Dorcas’ stomach started rumbling and they made their way to lunch in the Great Hall. It was almost empty, most people having grabbed some food to eat outside or were still in Hogsmeade for the afternoon. Y/N spent most of her meal ignoring Marlene nudging her once Sirius and James had walked in and sat a few seats along the table from them. She also tried to ignore the sound of chairs moving and someone moving quickly behind her once they’d finished and stood up to leave the Great Hall, but her heart had begun beating hard in her chest again, and she cursed her cheeks for refusing to let her hide any kind of emotion from the outside world.
“Oi, Y/N!” Y/N spun around to see Sirius chasing her down the hallway.
“I’ll catch up to you guys,” Y/N tried to smile casually at Marlene and Dorcas, who were winking at her continuously, Marlene blowing kisses in between, “Fuck off, please.”
“Have fun!”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“She can’t even kiss a girl, please do everything she wouldn’t do.”
“Shoo!” Y/N hissed, turning back to see Sirius smirking at her, “Please excuse my two idiotic friends.”
“They are highly entertaining.”
“I stand by idiotic,” Y/N looked up at Sirius expectantly, “What’s up?”
“Well I feel like we didn’t quite finish our conversation earlier.”
“Is that so?”
“Well I mean, I was half-naked and had to sprint up the stairs to avoid being seen.”
“Completely naked if I remember correctly.”
“Ahhh so you were checking me out huh?” Sirius winked at her, stepping closer to her in the hallway. Y/N had the urge to step back, her brain telling her to abort mission, but she stood her ground, watching him closely.
“So what was it you needed to tell me?” said Y/N as calmly as possible, though her voice broke slightly at the end.
“Well I was going to – uh, I mean I wanted to ask – “ Sirius’ stuttered slightly, his face getting flustered. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, was he nervous to talk to her?
His nervousness seemed to give Y/N a new bout of confidence, and she stepped forward to meet him.
“You were going to…”
“Ask you…”
“Out?” Y/N finished for him, feeling a little ill, but excited all the same. Sirius laughed at her, shaking his head.
“Jeez, we already finish each other’s senten-“ Y/N leaned in and interrupted him by placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“ences…” Sirius finished, his eyes glazing over as they pulled apart slowly.
“The day after graduation, I’ll meet you in London,” Y/N felt the words spill out, as if her confidence was a ticking bomb and if she didn’t get everything out quickly it would all blow up and float away.
“Deal,” replied Sirius, cupping her cheek lightly in one hand, “And thanks.”
“For what?”
“For asking you out for me.”
“What can I say, I just know what you want,” and with that, she turned on her heels and walked away, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Only took seven years she thought, exhaling deeply, but I guess we’ve got endless time to make up for it.
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The Dating Game | Chapter Eight
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Joey awoke later that morning with a splitting headache and the wet tongue of a tiny dog licking at her face. Her eyes could hardly open; puffy from her crying and unable to adjust to the brightness of the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. Rolling onto her other side in a quiet yawn, Joey wasn’t surprised to see that she was alone, she half expected Niall to leave before she woke up considering she had done the same to him weeks back. But it still caused an ache in her chest as the thoughts of being in his arms, feeling his body against hers and the calming steady beat of his heart, came rushing to her head. 
She let out a sigh as Sadie started to whine, nudging at Joey’s cheek with her cold little nose. “I guess I should get my pathetic ass up now, huh?” she said to Sadie, pulling the pup into a hug and kissing her on top of her head. “How about we go for a walk? I could use some coffee and a big fat glazed donut.” 
The dog started to jump around on the mattress at the mere mention of one of her favorite words, and Joey giggled as she sat herself up, combing her fingers through the mess of her red hair to tame it back. Slugging her body out of her comfy bed, Joey hopped into a quick shower and got herself dressed before she headed out of her apartment with Sadie. The little dog happily trotted along as the two walked through their neighborhood and down the street to the quaint bakery and coffee shop that Joey loved to frequent. She knew the head barista well, and as soon as Joey would walk in, the polite young lady would have her order already in the making. They also allowed small dogs on the premises, so that was another plus for Joey. 
Paying for her medium mocha latte and her oversized glazed donut, Joey took a prancing Sadie back outside the shop to sit at one of their patio tables along the sidewalk. Sadie sat at Joey’s feet, watching pedestrians walk by as Joey picked off pieces of her breakfast and quietly ate. Her mind was still reeling; going over what had happened with Ross, how she had been so blind and so stupid to fall, yet again, for a man’s charade. Peering down at her half eaten confectionery, Joey cradled her forehead in her hand. She almost couldn’t describe how foolish she felt, even more so knowing that Niall had seen her in the state that she was in that night. She was nothing but a joke.
Why was finding someone so hard? Why was dating built to be this medivel structure of constant torture, where you find yourself trapped and falling for things that you shouldn’t, only to be disspointed over and over? Relying on friends or family to constantly lift you back up and get you going again. Joey not only felt like an utter fool for how she had been roped into Ross’ scheme, but also a burden to the people she cared about most. She had to get out of it. She had to figure out how to just be happy alone, because that was all she was ever going to have. 
Herself and Sadie. 
Peeking down at the little dog, she tucked some hair behind her ear and ripped off a piece of her donut. “Should we head to the dog park?” she asked her sidekick, feeding her the treat. Joey gathered up her things as she stood up, making sure to have a good hold on Sadie’s leash before they started to walk a few more blocks down towards the neighborhood dog park. 
The young woman mindlessly scrolled through her phone as she let Sadie play with her buddies for about 20 minutes, until the last bit of her coffee was cold and she felt that it was time to head back towards their apartment. The wind had begun to pick up, billowy clouds shifting overhead to cover the sun and they had only made it halfway back when Joey felt a vibration in her back pocket. She yanked her phone from her jeans and glanced at the screen as it rang. 
Niall. 
Joey’s brows wrinkled. Niall rarely called her. Only a handful of times since they had known each other, their correspondence typically was done through texting or even the odd facetime. Pulling in a deep breath, Joey answered the call and put the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jo.” 
She tipped her head down, her stare watching Sadie’s little legs go a mile a minute as the dog walked next to her. “Hey.” 
There was a slight pause on his end of the phone and Joey peered back up as she stopped to cross a street. “I just wanted to call ya to see how you were doin’...” 
Niall’s voice was low as he spoke, almost teetering on a whisper and with the wind picking up around her, Joey could barely hear him. “I’m, uh,...I’m okay,” she replied, “just out taking Sadie for a walk.” 
“Oh..oh, that’s good.” 
“Thank you...for last night, for...being there and everything,” Joey then added. “It meant a lot to me.”
“Of course, petal,” he said, “but uh, so, there’s other reason that I’m callin’,” Niall paused, clearing his throat, “I wanted to let ya know that...I’m gonna be headin’ to London tonight–”
“What?” Joey said loud into the phone, not sure she had heard him correctly. “Sorry, the wind is blowing like crazy out here.” 
Niall chuckled. “I’m gonna be goin’ to London tonight for a few weeks. Gotta, um, get some work done on me album.” 
“Oh,” Joey breathed out, her shoes halting on the sidewalk. 
“So...I’ll give a ring when I get back into town, yeah?” 
Chewing at her bottom lip, Joey peeked down at Sadie who was staring up at her in confusion. She nodded her head, as if Niall could even see her and started to walk again. “Yeah, of course.” 
“Cool,” he mumbled, “I’ll talk to ya later, Jo.” 
“Bye, Niall. Be safe.”
Hanging up her phone, Joey’s mind went crazy, thoughts whirling around like a cyclone in her head. Why was he going to London all of a sudden? Why hadn’t he told her before that he was going? Was it really just for work? Was it her? Was it something she did, said, didn’t say? 
A billion different thoughts and emotions crashed through her all at once, she couldn’t even grasp onto one single decent one if she tried. It was like a handful of sand, the grains slipping through her fingers and she had no idea how to stop it or what was really going on. But one thing she knew for sure, it looked like she was going to have to get used to being by herself, and the next few weeks were going to be as best as time as any to do it. 
Joey coasted through those next couple weeks like she was on some kind of autopilot. And not the good kind of coasting where everything was easy and flowed without a hitch, oh no, it was the disastrous kind of coasting like the world was whizzing past her at high speed and her reflexes couldn't keep up, as if her brake lines had been severed and she had no ability to stop. She just went through the motions; day in and day out, not thinking, not hearing, not talking, not feeling much of anything. 
She went to work and pretended like everything was fine, smiling through Alexis’ boring rambling before classes started, and barely replying to Carter’s few texts that he had sent her. It just didn’t seem to matter to her. Joey had thought that it was going to be easy, she had been single before and other than a lonely night here and there, it never phased her. But this was a far cry from just a lonely night, she felt entirely, all-consumingly...alone. 
And mostly because she hadn’t heard from Niall at all. 
Not a text, not a call, not an email or facetime. He also wasn’t using his social media as regularly either, so creeping on him wasn’t helpful or even a solace. She had no lifeline, no tether or connection to him and she wondered if maybe that was on purpose. Maybe he was just busy with work, or maybe...he had grown tired of their friendship, of her. Joey knew she could very well be acting overly dramatic about the entire situation, two and a half weeks of no communication wasn’t that big of deal, but something inside her just felt strange. It was all so peculiar and she really didn’t know what to make of it. 
Joey had barely left the apartment outside of work, camping out in her living room with Sadie and a folder of papers to go over. Catching up on whatever new crime documentaries had popped up on Netflix, stuffing her face with any carbs and sugary treats she could get her hands on, while dwelling on her less than ideal situation. Not only had she been treated poorly and been royally fucked over by a guy that she had hoped was different, but she was also forgotten by one that she knew was different. And that made everything that she was feeling, just that much worse. 
Nearing the three week mark that Niall had left LA and went to London, Joey woke up every morning hoping to see a text from him that he had landed back in town. Of course she was bitterly disappointed each time her eyes blinked open to see a blank screen. Alexis, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop texting her. Every night she’d send Joey something, a stupid joke or just to check up on her, and every time Joey would leave her on read. 
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to her, it was more that Joey didn’t want to talk to anyone. She was still sulking in her misery about how bad she had been played by Ross, how the ordeal had dredged up feelings from her past and with Niall up and leaving unexpectedly, she just couldn’t get over how lost she felt. And that in turn made her feel like a complete idiot. Something she very much did not want to admit to Alexis. 
That following Saturday was like any other Saturday for Joey. She took Sadie to the dog park late morning, grabbed herself some lunch on the way back home and as she wrestled with the little dogs’ leash that had gotten wrapped around her back leg while stepping up to her front door, she was surprised to see a fairly large box sitting on her door mat in the hallway. Joey wrinkled her brows, peeking over her shoulder as if she was going to catch the culprit who had left the box before she picked it up with a shrug and headed into her apartment. 
“What could this be, Sadie?” Joey mumbled as she slid the box up onto the countertop in her kitchen. Taking a moment to unhook the bouncy little pup from her leash, the young woman hung it up next to the door and took off her light jacket before stepping back over to where the box was waiting for her. It was long and sort of thin, but upon checking the label, Joey wasn’t sure who or where it had come from. The only thing it had printed on it was her name and address. 
That in itself should have been suspicious, but she was curious and grabbing a pair of scissors from her junk drawer, Joey carefully started to open the box. Her heart flipped in her chest as she peeled away at the cream colored tissue paper. Inside was the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers she had ever seen. 
Blush pink and white roses surrounded by colorful wildflowers. 
Lifting the flowers from the box, Joey held them up to her nose and inhaled deeply, immersing herself in the fragrance of the mixed bouquet before she noticed a small card attached to the inside lid of the box. She gently laid the flowers back down and plucked the card from the cardboard and opened it. 
      “Just thinking of you, 
                                    Love Niall”
Joey’s lips fell to a part before she swallowed hard, her eyes becoming hazy as she lifted her stare from the blurry print of the tiny card in her hand to the flowers laying on her countertop. Wildflowers. She should have known. A smile tugged over her lips, the first genuine smile that had graced them in the last three weeks and for a split second, she felt good. Like really good. 
Finding an old vase hidden in the back of a corner cabinet, Joey slipped the flowers down inside with some water and arranged them slightly before setting them right in the middle of her small dining table. It was the perfect spot for it, she could see it from whatever room she was in and it gave her place an instant brightness, a light that she really needed. She was still perplexed as to why she hadn’t heard from him at all, but the flowers, the thought behind them provided her with a smidge of comfort. 
Later that evening, after Joey had settled into her pajamas and consumed nearly a whole pot of spaghetti, she was just about to curl up on her couch with Sadie when there was a knock at her door. The small dog jumped up from her place on the sofa barking as she ran towards the sound. “Shh, Sadie,” Joey scolded her, following her over to the door. “That’s enough.” 
Easing the door open, the redhead was brushed to the side as Alexis barged into her apartment. Joey pushed out a breathy chuckle and slowly closed the door. “Hey,” Alexis blurted out, turning to Joey and hooking her hands on her hips. The young woman let out a soft sigh and scraped her teeth across her lips. She knew by the slight scowl on Alexis' face and the tension in her shoulders, that the avoidance of her best friend might have caused a bit of an issue for the blonde girl. 
Rubbing over her arm with her hand, Joey peeked down at her bare feet, not really sure what to say. “Hey,” was all she could get out in a low voice. 
Alexis pushed out a groan and Joey glanced up at her, watching her shoulders slump forward in a defeated eye roll. She had already given up, never one to hold a grudge towards Joey for too long and the blonde spun around on her heels and started to walk over to the dining table. “Oooh flowers,” she mentioned as she got closer to where the bouquet was set up, “these are gorgeous. From Ross?”
Joey winced upon hearing his name out loud and she crossed her arms over her chest in a quiet huff. “No, Niall,” she told her with a shake of her head. 
“Niall,” Alexis mimicked with a wrinkle of her brow. She bent over slightly to sniff them. “Interesting…”
Tipping her chin up slightly, Joey’s eyes stayed glued to her friend as the blonde turned back around to face her. “So, what’s up, Lex?” 
“Really? You’re gonna ask me that like you don’t know why I’m here? I wanna know what the hell has been going on with you lately!” Alexis started, pushing out a sigh as she held out her hands towards her friend. “You’ve been so distant and weird, even at work. We’ve barely talked or hung out, you’re ignoring all my texts...is there a reason you’re avoiding me?”
Joey swallowed hard at her friends’ obviously frustrated words and she dropped her stare. “I dunno,” she muttered towards the floor, faintly shrugging her shoulders, “I’ve just been feeling off the last couple weeks. Just needed to be by myself, I guess.” 
“Are you okay?”
Rolling her eyes in a low huff, Joey shuffled over to where her friend was standing by her kitchen table and pulled out a chair, plopping herself down. Her gaze remained focused at her lap, but she could see the shadow of Alexis situating herself into the chair next to her. Joey took a moment to gather her breath before she spoke up again. “I slept with Ross.” 
“You did?” Alexis replied, her brows pulling in by the tone in which Joey was emitting, “That’s...good, right?” 
Joey shook her head, peering up at her best friend. “It was horrible, Lex, one of the worst experiences of my life and afterwards he told me that he had a girlfriend, a girlfriend! And that he pretty much just sleeps around with a bunch of different girls whenever she’s out of town. He was just using me.” 
“Oh God, Joey. I’m so sorry.” 
“No, it’s not your fault.” 
Alexis pulled her face in. “I set you up with him,” she scoffed, “I am somewhat to blame, but I honestly didn’t see him as being that big of a douchebag.” 
“I don’t blame you at all,” Joey said, tucking some hair behind her ear, “I didn’t see it coming either. He was so...nice and charming and smart, like, there were really no red flags, that I noticed anyway. But...I dunno, I guess it just...fucked me up a little bit. Kinda...pulled me back to being with Jake.” 
“Oh shit,” Alexis whispered with a sympathetic slump of her shoulders. 
Joey shook her head slightly. “I mean, I know it's nothing compared to what Jake put me through, but the feelings that I felt, it just-...it shot me right back to-..to him, to being with him.” Alexis reached out and rubbed her hand down the slope of Joey’s upper arm, the red head peering down into her lap. “Thank God Niall came over that night and took care of me, ‘cause I don’t want to even think about what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been there.” 
“Wait,” Alexis paused, narrowing her eyes at her friend, “Niall came over? That night after you slept with Ross?” 
Joey nodded. “Yeah, he came over and I was a total mess, crying like an idiot, trying to drown myself in a bottle of gin but he was just...really sweet and listened to me and just held me all night and, I dunno, it was nice to have that.” 
“Well, I’m glad he was there for you,” Alexis stated. 
“Me too.” Glancing up at Alexis, Joey noticed the slight smirk adorning her lips. “What?”
The blonde raised a brow. “Joey, sweetie…why didn’t you call me?” 
Joey’s mouth parted. “I...dunno, I-...,” her eyes shifted away from her friend as her answer jumbled off her dry tongue. “it was late and Niall, he…he was the first person to pop into my head, I guess.” 
Alexis’ head fell to the side. “And he was able to make you feel better?”
“For the night, yeah,” Joey said, catching the girl’s stare again. “But these last few weeks, I haven’t been able to shake these overwhelming feelings I have about what happened. I just feel so…stupid.” 
The blonde rolled her eyes in a low sigh. “You are not stupid,” she told Joey, raising her brows, “just like I told you with Jake, Ross is complete trash. Joey, he doesn’t matter at all. And he never deserved you.” 
“Yeah, I know,” Joey chuckled. 
“And hey,” Alexis went on, reaching over to rub the petal of one of the white roses, “you got these beautiful flowers from Niall to cheer you up. How’s that for romantic?”
“There is no romance behind those flowers,” Joey snorted.
Alexis pushed out a groan, throwing her head back to her shoulders. “For the love of God, woman, are you blind?”
“No.” 
“Than what it is gonna take for you to see that this guy is fucking in love with you?” she said,
Joey shook her head, peering over at the bouquet sitting in the middle of her table. “He’s not in love with me.” 
“Yes he is,” Alexis insisted, “I haven’t even met the guy yet and I know he has feelings for you.” 
“Were just friends,” Joey replied in a soft voice, looking back over at Alexis, “besides, I haven’t even talked to him in weeks. He’s been in London, doing...whatever it is that he’s doing, I’m sure I’m the last thing on his mind.” 
“These flowers beg to differ,” the blonde scoffed, slapping her palm down on the table top, “listen to me, I can tell just by the way that you talk about him, by the way your face lights up any time his name is mentioned or when you see his text come through your phone. I have never in my five years of knowing you, seen you this way with anyone.” 
A sigh left Alexis’ lips and she leaned closer to Joey. “I can tell by the look in your eyes as we sit here talking about him right now that you have serious feelings for this guy, Joey, and if you don’t put your fucking big girl panties on and tell this man how you feel...well...I just won’t be your friend anymore.” 
Joey pushed out a giggle. “Oh that’s mature, Lex.” 
The blonde gave her a shrug and Joey sighed lightly, plopping her elbow up on the table to cradle her cheek in her hand. “I just feel...I feel like I’m done, Lex. Done with dating, done with men, done with dealing with their bullshit and I dunno, maybe I just need to be alone, ya know?”
Alexis sat back in her chair, her stare falling over her best friend. She could feel the hurt in her heart, see the pain behind her eyes and the only breath of relief she noticed within Joey was the moment Niall’s name got brought up. That told her all she needed to know. “Maybe you’re right, Joey,” she began, catching her friends' sullen stare, “maybe you do need to be alone, but I just want you know, that friends...they don’t cuddle each other all night long in bed. Friends don’t send friends flowers for nothing. And when I look at you? I can see that you have more feelings there than just being his friend. You should tell him how you feel.” 
Joey lowered her gaze to her lap, Alexis’ words resonating through her and causing a knot to tangle in her tummy. “Just think about it, okay?” Alexis went on, “You might be surprised…”
Four more days passed before Joey got the text that she had been impatiently waiting on for the past three weeks and a half weeks. She had just gotten back from the grocery store, bags still sitting unpacked on her countertop when she heard the tone go off in her purse. Grabbing her phone from the pocket of her bag, Joey sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her eyes glazed over the single text Niall had sent her. 
N: hey love , I’m back in LA . Hope you’re doin okay 
Joey felt her heartbeat start to pick up in her chest. And it wasn’t until that second, that Alexis’ words really started to churn in her head. She had attempted to shut Niall out of her thoughts, to forget about the flowers he had sent her, to how he had made her feel that night, to stop worrying so much about if he was ever going to contact her again. But the moment his name popped up on her phone screen, it was like everything else disappeared. 
She felt an inkling of warmth swell through her bones like a bleeding fire. She felt a sliver of happiness expand from the tips of her toes to the apples of her cheeks. She felt like the past nearly four weeks hadn’t even happened, that it was but a faint memory and everything was slowly going back to normal again. The way he would look at her, his blue eyes swimming over hers, the way he would touch her, the heat of his skin wrapping around her body as if it was the only thing that could keep her warm. The way he made her laugh, the way he made her feel alive and real and good. She felt complete when she was with him. Whole and absolute. And just like a strike of lightning, she felt this wave of unconditional longing for Niall, a hunger, yearning and consuming her body and her soul. Her entire ethereal being wanting to be filled with him. Just him and only him. 
And all of that, it made her stop and really think. Maybe Alexis was right, maybe she had a point. Maybe through all of the waiting, the searching, the wondering...maybe she really just needed to open her eyes and admit what was going on deep down inside her: she had full on, mind altering, body crippling, devastatingly real feelings for Niall. 
She was in love with him. And she didn’t know what to do with that. 
Joey sat on her heavy hearted revelation for another five days. Five long, excruciatingly frustrating days. She hadn’t heard from Niall apart from his first text to her when he had gotten back in town, and that bit confused her as she was certain he would have wanted to hang out or get some dinner or something along those lines, but that invite from him never came. Joey could have invited him herself, but the nerves coursing through her body every time she went to shoot him a text were unbearable and she knew that to be able to move forward with Niall, she would definitely have to tell him her feelings first. 
And the only way to do that was in person. 
It was a rainy Sunday evening, the sun had just begun to set and Joey had spent the entire day pacing around her small apartment, weaving between her furniture and over her dog who kept getting underfoot, gearing herself up for what she was about to do. Niall had no idea she was planning on stopping by his house, but Joey had seen just an hour earlier from an Instagram post of his, that he was indeed home and was watching golf on TV. It was the perfect time. He was most likely alone, Chris usually up at the bar on weekend nights and he wasn’t in the midst of writing music or anything that she could distract him from. 
But trying to calm her nerves was the least of her worries. 
The entire car ride to his house, Joey went over in her head at least a million times what she was going to say to him. Her best plan? To just spit it out. Tell him point blank that she had feelings for him and that she wanted to be with him and she really hoped he felt the same. It seemed easy enough, but it was probably the most daunting thing Joey had ever done. She had never felt for anyone the way she felt for Niall, and to just...air all her thoughts and feelings out there for him to see, to rebuff, it left her panicky and sweaty and just a downright mess. 
But the red haired girl pushed past the lump that was settling in her throat as she pulled up in front of his house. Parking out by the side of the privacy fence, Joey got out of her car and  pranced through the drizzle of rain to his gate, entering in the keycode. Making her way to his front door, Joey stood on his stoop, finally out of the rain, and attempted to fix her waves of long hair that had stuck slightly to the side of her face. She inhaled deep, hoping the jitters of her fingers would stop as she tucked them into her palms and hung them idle at her sides. 
Swallowing hard, Joey eased her eyes closed, replaying the words she had prepared over in her head one last time before she slowly reached up to ring the doorbell. Her heart was beating in the back of her ears as she waited for him to answer the door, it seemed like hours, and after only a handful of seconds, the door swung open. 
His light blue eyes locked instantly with hers and it felt like there was no more air to breathe. Like all of the oxygen had been sucked from the atmosphere, replaced by rose dust and fairy floss and glittery night stars. Her chest stopped, her lungs purging and her heart swelling, a heat stinging across her skin at the sight of him and that gorgeous smirk that was spreading over his mouth. 
Holy fuck, she was so in love with him. 
“Joey?” he greeted, his brows raising in surprise as he dragged his stare down the length of her body. “Hey!” 
Joey bit the growing smile off her lips. “Hi, Niall,” she replied, forcing herself to take in a breath, “Can I come in?” 
Niall reached up to rough his hand through his hair as he peeked over his shoulder. Joey’s eyes fluttered as she kept her gaze glued to him, a dreamy haze enveloping her. She cleared her throat as he looked back over at her. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he said, stepping back and widening the doorway to let her into the foyer. “It’s good to see ya.” 
Joey pulled her hair over her one shoulder as she stepped closer to Niall. “It’s good to see you too,” she told him, her voice soft as she forced herself to dive quickly into the reason she was there, “actually I’ve been kinda thinking about things.” 
“Oh yeah?” Niall said, his head tipping to the side slightly as he planted his hands on his hips. He drifted his eyes over hers, seeing the slight apprehension and a tinge of concern came over his face. “You doin’ okay?”
Nodding her head, Joey peeked down at the floor and carefully pulled in a sharp breath. “Um, so…” she paused, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip as she caught his stare once more. “There’s something that I needed to tell you–”
“Babe!”
A high pitched, bubbly voice came bounding into the room, attached to a beautiful skinny blonde who walked right up to Niall and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Oh…hi,” she said to Joey. 
But the redhead was left wordless, motionless, breathless. Her heart seized to beat in her chest, dropping like a rock to the pit of her stomach as that lump in the back of her throat felt like it had burst, a trillion little shrapnels of glass slicing down her esophagus and filling her entire midsection in blood. Glancing from Niall to the pretty blonde hanging off of him, Joey fought to keep her chin from trembling. 
Niall could see the change in Joey’s face, see the color drain from her cheeks as her pouty lips fell to a drooping part. Her hazelnut eyes were wide as saucers, stuck on the girl next to him and Niall swallowed hard before bowing his head to nervously run his fingers up through his dark hair. “Uh...Joey, this is Lila,” he mumbled, peering back up at Joey. Her eyes were on him now, darting anxiously across his face as he spoke. “Lila this is...my friend, Joey.” 
“Hi, Joey,” Lila chirpily greeted in her British accent, “it's always nice to meet Niall’s friends.” 
She had a soul stealing, brightly white smile and the face of a goddamn model and Joey wanted nothing more than to burst into tears at the sight of her. Swallowing hard, Joey held back her urge to cry, forcing a less than mediocre grin on her face. “Yeah, n-nice to meet you too.” 
Lila shifted her attention over to Niall. “Hun, we better get going if we are gonna make those dinner reservations.”
Joey watched as Niall nodded his head. “Yep, yep, um...I’ll be right there.” 
“Okay.” Lila grabbed around Niall’s chin and turned his face to hers, pushing a kiss to his lips before walking off back into the kitchen. 
Moving her stare away, Joey folded her arms over her chest and choked back the tears that were readily filling the brims of her eyes. Niall stood there, hands stuffed down into his pockets just staring at her, not knowing what to say or what to do. His heart was thumping in his chest, a sweat breaking out over his forehead and he dipped his tongue out to run across his dry lips. After a minute of excruciating silence, Joey finally brought her eyes back up to his. 
It nearly knocked the breath from him. 
“I should...I should probably go,” she whispered. 
“W-wait…” Niall stuttered, “um, I thought ya needed to tell me somethin’?” 
Pressing her eyes closed, Joey faintly shook her head and forced a smile. “You know what...it’s not important.” 
“Joey…”
She spun around, stepping towards the front door. “Have fun,” she mumbled, not even looking back at him. 
“...Joey…” 
Opening his front door, she remained quiet, needing to be out of that house as quickly as she could before she collapsed on his floor right in front of him. Just as she stepped through the threshold with the door inching closed behind her, she heard his soft voice whisper out one last little plea.
“Jo…”
And that was all it took for her knees to buckle and the tears to roll down her cheeks.
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huh-i-guess · 4 years
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Now You Need Me
Erik Killmonger X Black!Reader
Warnings: Angst(?) 
Word Count: 1,854 
This is the first fic I have ever written and I have no clue if this is good or not, ngl. I am super nervous about posting this, I’ve read so much fanfic and been too scared to write but today I just said F it! The gif is not mine!
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“Bye girl!”
“Bye Leigh! Thanks for the party, tell Marvin if he tries some shit imma beat his ass when I see him next!” I shout at one of my homegirls who has been fucking around with this high key chill but hella ignorant POS.
“Take yo fine ass to bed sis, GOODNIGHT!” She scoffs as she speeds off in her whip. I chuckle as I make my way into my shared apartment with one of my besties from college, Cameron. I have known her for the past 10 years and she truly has been a ride or die who makes sure that we both have our heads screwed on straight. As I make my way up into the apartment I notice that the lights are all off, which isn't unusual because it is about 2:30 and she heads off to bed hella early, always talking bout how she “got work in the morning”. She gets her ass up at 8:00 every morning… weekends included, I don’t know how somebody would willingly wake up that early on weekend but Cami does. I cut on the light over the kitchen and notice a note on the counter that just tells me that I’m on dish duty next week and that there is also a surprise in my room. I swear if I walk in that room and there is some random shit in it, Imma wake her up and keep her up till the sun say what’s poppin’. I trot into my room carrying my shoes and drop them by the side of my dresser, when they make contact with the floor the light abruptly turns on. I grab tightly on my clutch and get ready to swing.
“Damn Ma, chill, its just lil’ ole me”
“ERIK!” I scoff and sigh. Deciding to proceed with my nightly routine. “Was this the “Surprise” Cami had in store for me? You?” I state with a displeased voice.
“Yeah, you miss me? I ain’t gon lie… I’ve missed you” Erik said shamelessly. I have not seen this man in 3 and a half years. Not one text, nor call, nor note, nor flower, no nada.
“What the hell do you want? And why did Cami let you in?” I ask dismissively as  I put my purse on the hook and don’t even bother looking his way.
“That’s how we really gotta be, huh? You really ain’t happy to see me?” the nerve and balls this man has…“Erik, I’m not one of your little side pieces who drops her panties at the sight of you and begs to be at your knees. You know that. Now, Imma ask you one last time, What. Do. You. Want.” I am not in the mood for his shit especially after what he did to me and how he up and left me.
“You used to be one of them but,” he shrugs his shoulders.
“ERIK-” I shout as I whip around to face him. 
“Alright damn, you need to get laid,” he stated, and truthfully, he was not wrong, it’s been three years since anyone has made me feel the way that that man has but he does NOT need to know that. “I ain’t here to push your buttons and pipe in on your sex life, unless you want me to,” he winks and I grimace, “but I need your help with something, and before you try to bus a cap in me, I’ll let you know how much you’ll get paid.” He really must have lost his mind to think that after leaving me in the middle of the night, a day after one of our missions, in the middle of a foreign ass country, with no way to contact him, or his crew, that I would ever want to work with him again. Especially now with me being out of the game and trying to lead a semi-normal life. How did he even find me? I've taken myself off of the all government watchlists and made sure that I am always aware of anything relating to me and that I clear it asap. Actually, he’s Erik fucking Killmonger, nevermind.
“Do you want to explain to me why the hell I would want to work with you again, and possibly put myself back on the radar? I’ve spent so much time tryna clear my name from doing shit with you and now that I’m finally free of your ass, you prance your fine evil ass back into my life. You left me there Erik. YOU” I poke him in the chest for emphasis,  “LEFT me there, you didn’t leave a note, you didn’t call. You didn’t text. And you know what the worst part was? You let me take part of the fall for your shit. I had to bargain with the United States government to get my freedom back you piece of shit. They made me hack and cover up a bunch of shit for almost 2 years and you know I hate our government. THEN, S.H.I.E.L.D. made me do a helluva lot more tedious and time consuming shit, and they kept me as a prisoner for half a year. And you think that you get to waltz into my home after 3 years,  bat your eyelashes, lick your juicy ass lips and then ask me to go down for you again? You must have lost your goddamn mind. Truly!” I whisper scream at him hoping Cami stays asleep down the hall. I cannot believe this nigga.
“I didn’t even say what it was I needed your help with but you clearly stay  jumpin’ to conclusions, just like before. If you’d like to let me get a word in lil’ miss thing, I will” Erik stated. I really missed him but I should not miss a man who got me locked up in a superhero jail cell.
“Speak then, Killmonger.” I pushed. “Damn, aright, Imma tell you the price first. Its royalty. That is the price, I’ll make you royalty.”
Is he-Is he serious? What happened to him in those three years, I know I went to fuzzy, upscale, white people jail, and what the fuck did he do? Lose his mind, that’s what he did.
“Nigga, what kind of weed have you been smoking? Royalty. This ain’t Coming to America. We live in America and we don’t have royals. We have a fat, mentaly unstable, racist, orange thing  in the office right now. Where have you been for the past 3 years?” I exclaim.
“Look, bae, I know what the fuck is in office right now and I know that we are in the United States but, last I checked and according to Maps of the world, the U.S. ain’t it. Damn, Americans really do think they are the only ones on the planet. There is an East African country called Wakanda. You know it?” He questioned.
“Yeah, fool, I’m not dumb. And not all Americans think like that. You should know that soldier.”
“Well, Wakanda is seen as a third world country with major poverty and a major lack of developments, and Imma tell you, that shit ain’t true.” He shrugged.
“I’m sorry but what would you know?” I deadpanned.
“I’m from Wakanda, Ma.” He disclosed matter-of-factly.
“Ummmm, I must have missed something Oakland boy. You’re tryna tell me that you are NOT from Oakland, California? That makes little to no sense. But if you are from Wakanda, then how did you go into the Navy SEALS?” I question in disbelief.
“I was born in the states, baby girl. Pops was Wakandan. I’ve been telling you I was foreign.” He teased and pulled down his lower lip showing off an interesting blue tattoo.
“I’m supposed to believe you after all of the shit that you’ve done? I’m supposed to forgive you? Actually, pause, why would I even forgive you? You haven’t even apologized. You’re always so damn cocksure and I know you're not gonna apologize because the words, “I’m sorry” are not in your vocabulary. Knowing yo ass you probably thought I forgot because you think I’m mesmerized by yo “glorious” looks.” I pressed.
“You are really going in on me. I must have really hurt you. You want a kiss to make it better or do you want to kiss and make up?” He baited. I am at a loss for words.
“You, Erik “Killmonger” Stevens, disgust me. The fact that I was in love with yo cocky, unfiltered, disrespectful, heartless, ruthless, and twisted self, really makes me realize just how much I needed to grow. I told myself I would NEVER EVER take the blame and bit the bullet for a nigga. And guess what? That is exactly what I did. I lost myself and my dream tryna beg for your love and your attention and look where it got me. ON a GOVERNMENT watchlist, in prison and tired. Look I’m not Cookie from Empire, I’m not gonna take you back after taking the fall for your ass, so you can take that “royalty” shit and shove it up your ass because I am not gonna ruin my life any further for you. Cami let me make some mistakes and they were some really bad ones but I never told her about how I fell for you. She just thinks that you're some ex who wants me back and was good for me that I pushed you away because that’s what I do, welp, no. Not this time.” I voiced painfully not even feeling the tears falling from my eyes. I looked as Erik just stood there showing no type of emotion. No pain, no regret, no smugness, just looking like he was trying to find an emotion to react but he couldn’t find one. “Do you feel nothing Erik? You so damn, UGH!” I can’t even bring myself to finish my sentence as I collapse onto my bed. I feel an added weight on my bed and feel arms wrap around me.
“I’m so so sorry, baby girl. I know that what I did was wrong and I’ve watched for so long trying to figure out how to make this right and I can’t. I can’t think of a way to be there for you and I know it is hard especially since I’m the one who got you into this situation but that is exactly why I want you to come be my queen and rule Wakanda with me. To make this right, we can make our own laws, be our own government, have power, money and whatever you want. I’ve been gone a long time and I should have been there for you. I’m sorry, baby. Do you forgive me?” He admitted while he kissed my forehead. I am in complete disbelief. Erik Stevens just apologized, and did he propose or was I hallucinating? No, wait a minute I refuse to fall in love with this sweet talking piece of shit who got me sent to jail.
“What if I say no, Erik?”
~~~~~This is so bad. I’m so sorry~~~~~
It is ALSO 3:36AM, Imma sleep. 4/25/2020
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SUMMARY: You don’t know what you expect when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you to one of his friend’s parties. But, it certainly wasn’t for you to be at an underground boxing venue the next day and for you to be thrown into a world that you had no idea existed
PAIRING: boxer!jungkook x reader
GENRE: non idol au, boxer!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, tattoo!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut
WARNING: explicit language, honestly this is pure chaos i don’t know what i was on when i wrote it but please enjoy :)
WORD COUNT: 3.0k
A/N: i really love the whole jungkook with tattoos and him being a boxer/ badboy so I have decided to write my own! this will have updates alternating with mélomanie most likely but, i also have to keep up with my wattpad schedule. please tell me what you think and ask if you would like to be added to the tag list <3
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CHAPTER THREE
What was wrong with you? How could you allow your opinion of him to change so quickly? You only had one answer: he smiled. That night, he smiled at you genuinely for the first time and he actually looked his age. You had asked Chaeyoung more about him after that night as you couldn’t sleep and it turned out you were the same age; not that anyone could tell as he looked at least 25 most of the time. Jeon Jungkook was most likely going to ruin you. You knew it and frankly, you were ready to embrace it. If you were to die at the hands of his doe eyes and childlike laugh, you would die happy. You needed to calm down; here you were, barely acquaintances with him, but you were ready to die at his hands. Chaeyoung shared the same opinion.
“I really don’t get why you’re so…” she paused to think of the right phrase, leaning against your kitchen counter as she watched you finish making your coffees, “Worked up over this. I mean, apologising was the decent thing to do - so obviously he did it.” She hadn’t been there the previous week so was interested to find out your version of events.
Looking down at your coffee, you frowned, “I-I don’t-” you stumbled over your words, left hand coming up to scratch behind your ear in confusion, “You’re right, I guess. He’s just not what I expected.” The put-out expression on your face made Chaeyoung pause her thoughtful staring to move around the counter.
She leant her head against your shoulder, “Jungkook’s a nice guy when you get to know him but, he’s really quite introverted and can come off as cold. If he had no interest in you, he wouldn’t have made the effort.” Honestly, she wasn’t lying to make you feel better about yourself, she was relaying what Hoseok had said to her over a phone call that morning. But, the bright smile that lit up your features still made her pleased with herself.
Biting your lip slightly, you nodded and downed your coffee. Frowning slightly, you turned to her and asked, “Why are we drinking coffee at one in the afternoon?” As soon as she had arrived, you had begun to make them out of habit but, there really wasn’t any need for them.
Chaeyoung chuckled, reaching around to pinch your side, “Because, you’re a creature of habit with zero common sense.” There was a teasing smile on her face and you let out an offended sound, pinching her in the same manner as she had done to you. The two of you returned to your previous state of petty seven-year-olds who couldn’t share the last cookie and a battle ensued in the kitchen. It was far too fun for you to actually acknowledge that she was one hundred per cent correct in her comment. 
Clicking your tongue, as you tried to straighten your jacket that had become wrinkled in the fight, you mumbled, “Maybe.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying to hide the smile on your face as you watched her pat down the frizz that had formed on her hair.
She stuck her tongue out at you teasingly, mimicking you in a childish voice, “Maybe.” You flipped her off, walking over to the coat rack by the door and pulling your jacket on. Chaeyoung pulled her phone out, checking her texts from Hoseok and the others, “Hobi’s outside and the others have a table at the restaurant.” Nodding, you ran over to where you had left your keys before shoving them into your pocket and leading her to the elevator.
“It’s only a five-minute drive from?” You asked, worrying over whether the three of you were going to be obnoxiously late. Thankfully, your best friend nodded and you breathed out a sigh of relief just as the elevator arrived at the bottom floor.
As always, you could feel Hoseok’s presence before you could see him, the bass of the rap music he played resonating through the ground beneath you. Chaeyoung only scoffed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend as he wound the window down and blew her a kiss dramatically. You feigned gagging, pausing to lean over and pretend to retch over the pavement, causing you to receive Hoseok’s middle finger.
“Always a delight, Hobi,” you drawled, sliding into the back seat which you had claimed as your designated seat when you first sat in the car, “Always a delight.” He pulled away from the curb, turning onto the main road as he looked at you through the rearview mirror, eyes covered by blue-tinted sunglasses.
Hoseok placed his hand over his chest dramatically, the other one controlling the wheel as he turned right, eyes flickering over to his wing mirror momentarily. A wry smirk played on his lips as he said, “I aim to please,” in a ridiculous and exaggerated posh accent. Chaeyoung muffled her laughter with her palm, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being able to cause any form of joy with his horrendous jokes. You slammed your head back into the headrest, a loud sigh leaving your mouth.
Just as you were about to demand how long you would be, he swiftly turned into the car park and pulled into a parking space right in front of the restaurant. Almost as soon as he had stopped moving, you jumped out of the car; your desire to be fed beating out any want for safety you had previously claimed. The couple decided to take their sweet time - probably in the hopes of you starving to death. Honestly, did they need to hold hands to walk inside?
You bounced on the balls of your feet, scowling at them impatiently as they strolled over to you. Chaeyoung gave you a sly smirk as they finally reached the door, almost as though she knew exactly what you were thinking. Mentally, you noted to buy that voodoo doll you had seen on amazon the night prior. 
It wasn’t hard to spot the group, Seokjin was already lecturing Taehyung loud enough for heads to have turned throughout the restaurant. Rolling your eyes at the typical behaviour, you tucked your hands into your pockets and made your way over to the large booth that took up a large portion of the back corner. Yoongi was the first to spot you, comically leaping up and climbing over Jimin to prance over to you in a manner that was completely out of character. The group watched him with incredulous eyes as he enveloped you in a tight hug, acting as though he had not seen Hoseok and Chaeyoung when he linked your arms together and dragged you over to the booth. 
“Move it, Jimin. I’m sitting beside my queen today.” Namjoon choked on the diet coke that he had been drinking peacefully. Pouting at you in a puppy-like manner, Jimin moved closer to Seokjin to leave enough room for you and Yoongi to sit on the end of the bench. Pulling up two chairs, Hoseok and Chaeyoung sat adjacent to you, their hands already entwining themselves in a disgustingly cute manner. It was then that you looked up, your eyes automatically meeting the Bambi-like ones that you dreaded seeing. You averted your eyes quickly, a pink flush appearing on your cheeks as you made a show of searching through the menu in front of you.
Taehyung sipped from his diet coke, giving you a boxy smile as he leant on the palms of his hands, “You three took your sweet time.” Hoseok and Chaeyoung exchanged a knowing glance, already anticipating the rant that you were about to go on.
You slammed the menu closed, the plastic slapping against the marble of the counter as your head snapped to give the couple an accusing glare, “Well,” you said slowly, jabbing your finger in their direction, “If these two didn’t live with the only purpose to separate me from my one true love, food, we would have been more than on time.” Scowling, you crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly and made a point of turning away from them.
A dramatic gasp came from your right, Yoongi looking down at you with a feigned look of despair, “I thought that I was your only love, my queen?” Namjoon groaned quietly, sinking into the corner as though he could disappear into it and never return. He wasn’t so lucky.
You placed your hand over your heart, a solemn expression on your face that you swore deserved an oscar. “I dreaded the day where you would learn of my betrayal,” you flung your hand out exaggeratedly as you channelled your inner Shakespeare, “But, I couldn’t resist the temptation that it held over me,” you sniffed, casting your eyes into the middle distance, “Can you find it in yourself to forgive me, my king?”
Stubbornly, Yoongi turned away and reached for his glass of water, taking the straw and placing droplets under his eyes to feign tears. Internally, you cursed; how could you allow him to outdo your performance. He turned back to you, answering in a choked-up voice, “Anything for you, my queen.” 
The group had been staring at you in mortification, noticing the attention your scene had gathered from other guests. Jungkook’s chin had slid down to be cupped by his hands as he mouthed ‘what the fuck’ to himself in confusion. Before anyone could ask you what had caused both of you to turn the booth into an improv class, the waiter came to the table.
Unfortunately for you, his eyes seemed to be glued to you as you urgently lunged for the menu, having forgotten your order during your dramatics. You cursed yourself under your breath rapidly, settling on the American-style pancakes and bacon. Breakfast foods were superior and you would fight anyone who disagreed. You supposed the waiter was attractive in a way, he would have been more so if he could have stopped himself from leering at you.
“My name’s Mark, I’ll be your waiter today.” He started taking the orders, going around the table as his gaze never strayed far from your unknowing frame - you and Taehyung were having a silent argument about the validity of breakfast foods during the day, you were winning of course. Eventually, he reached you, the slimy smirk on his face deepening as he met your blank gaze. “And what can I get for you, beautiful?”
You coughed slightly, looking down at your menu with an alarmed gaze. Jesus, he was straight forward. “Um, I’ll have the American-style pancakes, please?” For some reason, you phrased it as a question and you cursed at yourself, you looked vulnerable.
Mark was blocking your view of Chaeyoung, meaning you couldn’t share your usual glance of disgust. He leaned further towards you and you silently wished the booth could have been bigger so you could press yourself further against Yoongi. Damn, what type of K-Drama did he think he was in. A bad one, you decided as he spoke again, “Is there,” he paused, eyeing you suggestively, “Anything else you would like?” Unfortunately for him, neither he nor his number was listed on your menu.
Frowning innocently, you flipped back through the pages of the menu and glanced down at the drinks list, “Could I have an iced Americano as well, please?” Blinking up at him with confused wide eyes, as you closed the menu with a hint of finality.
The waiter managed to hide his taken-aback expression, to his credit, “Sure,” he said. You then decided that he must have been a cockroach in his previous life because he just kept coming back for more. “Is there anything else you like the look of in here?” He winked at you. Internally, you were cursing him out in as many languages as you knew but, your violence was pacified by your desire to be fed and that couldn’t be fulfilled if you were removed from the restaurant for deboning your waiter.
You made a show of pouting down at the menu, “I mean,” you hummed thoughtfully, tilting your head in a lost manner, “There’s nothing else on the menu.” You paused for a moment before turning back to him with a bright smile, feeling triumph run through you as his smirk widened. “Do you know what shade the paint is? I’ve been meaning to redecorate my bedroom and that colour is just perfect.” On your right, you felt Yoongi clutch onto your arm as he tried to stop himself from howling right in the waiter’s face. Taehyung did no such thing, already giggling into Namjoon’s shoulder as the elder covered his mouth.
The waiter cleared his throat, averting his eyes as his face fell into a slight grimace, “Um,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I’m not sure but, I could ask my manager?” He offered, noting the bright and hopeful smile on your face. If he wasn’t an unprofessional prick you might have felt sorry for him but, alas, he was so you felt no guilt in bringing back your inner Shakespeare for his embarrassment.
“That’s perfect,” you said in a sickly sweet voice, “Thank you so much.” You didn’t let your, disgustingly, bright smile fade until he had scurried back into the kitchen. For the second time in that afternoon, you slammed your head back into the headrest as you blew out a loud breath. 
Yoongi let go of your arm and burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, resting his forehead against the cool marble of the table as Jimin almost collapsed onto his back. You could have sworn that you didn’t agree to lunch with a pack of wolves. Once he had calmed down, Yoongi turned back to your, resting his hand on your shoulder, “That was god tier behaviour,” he turned to the rest of the group with an adamant expression on his face, “I want Y/N’s expression carved onto my headstone.” Taehyung nodded his head in agreement.
Seokjin laughed, a sound coming out of his mouth similar to that of a windshield-wiper, “I thought Jeon was going to cave his skull in if he didn’t stop.” A tense silence fell over the table, you chose to ignore it and take a long sip of the iced Americano that had arrived during their hysterics. The sweet taste of coffee did nothing to block out the sounds of Seokjin complaining, “Don’t threaten me, I’m your hyung - show me some respect!” You could only assume that Jungkook had insinuated that he was going to murder the older man. How unfortunate.
“I thought you were going to ruin his life,” Taehyung said, a hint of laughter still tainting his voice as he jabbed his finger to Jungkook, who was sat on his right, “Like you did to Kook.” A small sound of protest left the younger’s mouth, his bottom lip jutting out slightly that made his face far too vulnerable to have a body with so many tattoos.
You giggled slightly, shooting a small smile towards Jungkook as you feigned a thoughtful look, “I was but, last time I did that I was arrested for murder.” The group shared a wary laugh, knowing you were joking but also slightly doubting it. “I’m joking,” you reassured, taking another sip of your drink, “I spent a night in a dirty jail cell for assault and was banned from all chains of Panda Express for life.” Namjoon and Seokjin blinked at you in surprise, not actually expecting for you to come out with something like that.
On the other hand, Taehyung and Yoongi shared aghast expressions and pressed their hand over their hearts as though they had been shot through the chest, “You can never go into Panda Express again?” You nodded slowly, not quite understanding why they were so horrified, “Is life really worth living without that?” Taehyung said, voice dripping with despair as he reached forward to take your hand in his own.
Your strange moment was interrupted by Mark, as well as another waiter’s, return. “Here are your American-style pancakes,” he said, smirking at your slightly as he allowed his hand to linger on your plate much longer than it should have, “I hope you enjoy.” You nodded stiffly, counting down the seconds until he would disappear.
As much as the restaurant’s service was a bit horrific, they made extraordinary looking pancakes. You would have devoured them on the spot, had you not noticed the folded napkin tucked beneath the edge of the plate. At least you knew why he was so fixated on your plate. Scoffing quietly, you reached for the napkin and gently unfolded it. Typical. ‘Mauve’ was so not a paint shade and you would most definitely not be contacting his mobile number for any further information.
“I didn’t order desperation on the side of my pancakes,” you muttered, scowling at the napkin as you tossed it to the middle of the table. You noticed the smile on Jungkook’s face, he tried to hide it by focusing on the pizza in front of him. A giggle escaped your mouth and he looked up to meet your gaze, his eyes round as he gave you a small smile. For the first time since the group had entered the restaurant, the booth was silent. It was only interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from in front of you. You looked up, seeing Jungkook covering his nose and mouth with the napkin that Mark had given to you.
A small chuckle left your mouth and you glanced to your left, immediately spotting the crestfallen expression on the waiter’s face. Tragic. It must have been an accident, he couldn’t have known what was on the napkin and intentionally grabbed it when he sneezed. Despite knowing this, it didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips for the rest of the meal.
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A/N: this is shorter than it usually is but it’s for sure more of a filler chapter :// i know i haven’t updated in a while and I’m sorry for that <3 my mental health at the moment is almost nearing rock bottom so its a lot harder to write for me but I’m doing my best. please feel free to send me asks because i love talking to you all and please ask me if you would like to be added to the tag list :) Also if anyone could please tell me why my tag list never works on mobile it would be greatly appreciated i think it’s something to do with the html coding but idrk how it works. i’ve restated the ones that don’t work but if you’ve been tagged twice please tell me so i can remove it
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strwbrryeos · 5 years
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The One Where You’re Just Friends (M) [R]
So this was requested a long time ago by 🐲anon. I hope they’re still around to read it! Sorry it took so long!
SUMMARY; Yoongi loves you. You love Yoongi. Neither of you know it. Whoops. 
Genre: smut, minor angst, fluff, crack
Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi
Contains: body worship, oral, unprotected sex, pretty vanilla tbh, Yoongi loves you and he makes sure you know it, creampie, some dirty talk, praise, daddy kink for 0.02 seconds and it’s for a joke
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Being friends with benefits is great. You get a buddy to talk to and hang out with. Bonus points for great sex. Double bonus points when that buddy is you. Triple bonus points for the fact that you and Yoongi are best friends, and sex doesn’t have to be a strings-attached type of deal. It’s a part of your dynamic and it works, no problem.
Well, at least, until Yoongi fell for you.
But he should’ve seen that one coming.
You and Yoongi have been best friends in high school, and your relationship has always been so uncomplicated, so natural. When you got a little drunk and slept together for the first time, it wasn’t weird. No, it felt inevitable. It became a thing, really. The two of you talked and understood that you weren’t looking for a relationship. That’s how it was, and there wasn’t any problem.
But then Yoongi started to notice some changes. He’d been paying more attention to the way you smile. The way you laugh. The way you giggle post-sex and how all you want to do is curl up and watch a movie to lull you to sleep. The way you dance around the apartment to whatever is on the radio, even if you don’t like it. The way your nose gets so buried in a book that you hardly notice when Yoongi joins you on the couch, slipping you onto his lap.
The way that Yoongi is so completely and utterly fucked.
“Hey, Yoongles,” you greet, placing a kiss on his cheek and sliding your arms over his shoulders, effectively knocking him out of his daydream.
“Shit, you scared me,” he says, leaning back in his chair.
“Sorry,” you giggle. “What ‘cha working on?”
“New project,” he says, swinging his chair around to pull you onto his lap. “It’s for my Creative Music class. And then I have to come up with something for Music Theory.”
“Everything you just said went in one ear and out the other.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a terrible listener.”
“False. Musically challenged.”
“Your dance skills say otherwise,” he laughs, kissing your shoulder blade.
“Are you mocking me? Are you mocking me because you know you’re a better dancer?”
You move to get off his lap, feigning anger, but he holds you close, refusing to let you go. He leans forward, his chest on your back, and you can feel the faint tingle of his breath on your neck.
“I would never dream of it, princess.”
“Mm, thought I satisfied you this morning?”
“Yeah, but seeing you has me all worked up again.”
“Gross, you’re so cheesy,” you laugh, swatting his hands away as you stand up. “What do you want for dinner?”
Yoongi shrugs, his mind still half focused on his unfinished work. “I don’t really care.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re thinking about this, aren’t you?” you asked, gesturing to his computer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ugh, get up, you workaholic,” you say, dragging him out of his chair. “I think there are some leftovers in the fridge.”
“If you feed me bad leftovers again then I’m literally going to kill you. I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
“If I’m lucky, the bad leftovers will kill you first.”
“You’re a jerk, you know that?” he says as he sits down, suddenly feeling sleepy. “Mmmm… how about we just call it a night? I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired,” you reply with a roll of your eyes as you pop the food in the microwave. “But you have to eat something. Then you can sleep.”
“Sleep with me?” asks Yoongi hopefully.
“As in sleep with you or sleep with you?”
“Hm, sounds strangely the same to me.”
“Yoongi…” you warn.
He puts his hands up in surrender, his gummy smile in full across his face. “I’m kidding! But seriously. Come cuddle with me.”
“If I say yes, will you eat dinner?”
Yoongi groans, wanting nothing more than to just slip into bed. “Fine. Only cause you asked so nicely.”
You smile victoriously, shuffling through the kitchen cabinet to find some plates. In your haste, you nearly drop the ceramic on the ground, but Yoongi, ever your hero, saw it coming from a mile away. His hand overlaps with yours, catching both you and the dinnerware, and he can’t help the shit-eating grin that crosses his cheeks as you look embarrassed.
“Don’t say it,” you tell him. He only shakes his head at you, making his way back to the table.
He eats his food obediently, and you keep him company. He’s not all that hungry, really. In fact, he’d much much rather be working until his mind numbs and he’s crawling into bed at some ungodly hour before five in the morning, but he knows you wouldn’t like that, so he doesn’t.
You smile happily when he finishes the last of his food, and he just about drags you to the bedroom simply because he’s so tired and he really just wants to hold you. (You pester him to wash up and change before getting into bed first, though, which really was an accomplishment all in itself). Yoongi crawls into bed slowly, exhaustion slowly starting to hit him, and he can feel his body starting the slow down.
True to your word, you crawl into bed with him, and he pulls you toward him quickly, greedy for the warmth of your body. He falls asleep just like that, dreaming of spending every night with you like this.
You’re not much of a scholar, you always tell people. You’re so good everywhere else. You know how to have fun. You know how to get by in life. You’ve got street smarts. But school? Classes? Fuck that.
So it’s really no surprise that you’re not paying attention to a word your professor is spouting about world history; your mind blanks at the first mention of The Silk Road. Rather, you’re paying attention to the devilishly cute boy you’ve been flirting with for the past couple of months. His name is Jungkook, and though he’s got the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen, you’re pretty sure he’s not as innocent as he likes to appear.
You just wish he would ask you out already so you could find out.
When class ends, Jungkook strolls up to you like he always does, a smirk plastered on his face. “Saw you checking me out there, babe.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, Jeon,” you laugh.
“Ah, sorry. It’s hard not to when such a pretty girl looks my way.” He drapes an arm over your shoulder, escorting you out of the classroom.
“Well, if I’m such a pretty girl, why haven’t you asked me out yet?”
Jungkook stops, a bright smile forming on his face. “That better be an invitation!”
“I thought you would’ve gotten the hint like three months ago.”
“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow then.”
“Perfect.”
Jungkook swoops down to plant a light kiss on your cheek before dashing off as a group of guys call out to him. You shake your head, walking away giddily. Your feet carry you to your door as your mind dreams of all the things that you want Jungkook to do to you. Or that you want to do to him. Whichever comes first.
“Yoongles!” you shout as you walk through the door, “I landed me a hot date!”
Yoongi looks up from his spot on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of distress and confusion. “Oh?”
“Mm,” you say with a nod, plopping down beside him. “That guy Jungkook I’ve been telling you about. Finally asked me out.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and turns back to his phone. “Took him long enough,” he scoffs.
“What, aren’t you happy for me?” You punch his arm playfully, but he’s really not in the mood to hear about your potential sexual endeavours, so he picks himself up and walks towards his bedroom.
“Wear your red bra,” he says with a sigh. “Looks good on you.”
“You’re the best!” you shout as he closes the door behind himself.
He faceplants into the bed with a frustrated groan. He can’t be jealous. This is ridiculous! You’re not his. You can do what you want.
Except Yoongi wants you to do him. Just him. Hold his hand. Kiss his lips. Who the fuck is Jungkook anyway? It took him, like, twenty years to as you out. Does he even deserve you?
No.
Yoongi doesn’t even deserve you. You’re too good for him, but dammit if he wouldn’t treat you like a queen. He’d give you everything you could ever want and more. All you would have to do is be with him.
Anyway, fuck Jeon Jungkook.
You prance around the apartment like a goddamned five year old waiting on ice cream; Yoongi is trying to see if he can hit you with a Cheeto.
“You’re gonna stain my dress!” you squeal, dodging the orange snack.
“Well…” He pauses to throw another one. “I’m trying! Stop moving!”
“Jungkook is not gonna wanna sleep with an orange-stained disaster!” you exclaim as you duck behind the kitchen counter, peeking out from behind it so Yoongi can only see your eyes.
“If he doesn’t wanna sleep with you when you’re covered with Cheeto dust, then is he really worth it?” Yoongi asks dramatically, reclining back comfortably onto the couch.
You laugh, standing up. “I think you’re the only one who’d still fuck me after finding me covered in snack foods.”
“All the better to eat you then, babe.”
You scrunch your nose in distaste. “You’re gross.”
“Won’t deny it. Come over here.”
“Why?” You approach him carefully, ready to dart away at a moment’s notice if he tries again, but when you’re close enough, Yoongi just pulls you down on top of him, perching you easily on his chest.
His lips find yours easily, kissing you quickly and greedily, like he’s done it thousands of times before (in fairness, he had). You’re pliant, letting him control the kiss until he breaks away, his face a little flushed and pupils dilated. “A kiss for good luck,” he explains. “Kiss him like that and you’ll be good to go.”
“You taste like Cheetos,” you reply as you climb off of him, earning only a sarcastic laugh.
“Fix your hair. He’s supposed to be here in a couple of minutes.”
Your hands immediately dart to the mess that Yoongi made, causing him to laugh mercilessly. “Yoongi! You absolute―”
Knock knock.
“Shit!”
Yoongi’s still laughing when you answer the door, and if looks could kill he would’ve been dead twice over. You pat your hair down best you can before swinging the door open to reveal a casually dressed―but wickedly handsome―Jungkook.
“Good evening, madame,” he greets, showing off his smile. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it, leaving you blushing.
“Gross,” pipes up Yoongi from the other side of the room. “Get outta my house.”
“Ignore him,” you say, casting another glare Yoongi’s way.
“Uh,” Jungkook laughs awkwardly, “who’s that?”
Before you can answer, Yoongi says, “The love of her life and I will literally murder you if you make her anything less than happy.”
You gently push against Jungkook’s chest, eager to get him out of Yoongi’s range. “Ignore everything he’s saying, let’s just go!” You shut the door behind you quickly. “Sorry about him.”
“Friend?”
“Try best friend,” you say, shaking your head. “He’s super protective.”
“Seems nice.”
“So where are you taking me?” you ask, changing the subject.
“It’s a surprise.”
Turns out, Jungkook can cook. Bonus points: his apartment is really nice. Double bonus points if he can use his dick. Guess you’ll have to find out later.
You do, of course, and Yoongi’s unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of all the nasty, explicit details. “Oh my God,” you gush to Yoongi as he curls up under his covers in a poor attempt to escape your words. “He fucked me so good.”
“That’s great―”
“And also, holy shit, he’s good with his tongue―”
“Bet he’s not better than me,” Yoongi mumbles quietly.
“Aw, did I bruise your ego?” you laugh, planting a quick peck to his cheek. “No but really, Yoongi, he was so―”
“Good?” he huffs. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Man, what’s your problem? You’ve been so grouchy lately.”
“Nothing. I’m just tired,” he says shortly, knowing full well that he’s pissing you off but totally okay with it if it means you’ll shut up about Jungkook’s dick.
“Okay, well,” you say as you climb off his bed, “when you get that stick out of your ass, you know where to find me.”
Yoongi only grunts in response, and though you fully intended to storm out of the room, you’re just so annoyed. You march over to him and yank the blankets right off from him, causing him to shout, “Hey!” in irritation. “The fuck is your problem?”
“The fuck is your problem? Why are you ignoring me?”
“I’m just tired is all―”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
Yoongi sits up, looking at you directly in the eye. His mouth opens as if to say something, but no words come out; instead they snap shut, and he pulls the blankets right back over his eyes. “G’night,” he grumbles.
“Yoongi. Seriously. You’re my best friend. What the actual fuck is wrong with you right now?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it in the morning.”
“It must matter a little bit if you’re acting like this.”
“Y/N. Seriously. It doesn’t matter. Not even a little bit. It’s stupid as fuck. I’ll get over it.”
“And what happens if you don’t?” you counter, you frustration growing apparent. You and Yoongi always talk shit out! What changed? “Babe, c’mon.”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me, please,” he whispers, and now you know something is wrong.
“Yoongi. Yoongles. Babe. Baby. Baby boy. Daddy, should I call you daddy?” You crouch down beside the bed, and his eyes stare at you from where they appear above the covers. “Talk to me. Please.”
Yoongi sighs in annoyance, mostly because he can feel his own resistance crumbling. He wants to talk to you, but he doesn’t know how. What if you reject him? What if this ruins your friendship? What if you never talk to him again? Or worse, what if you do accept him, but you don’t love him as much as he loves you? What if you leave him for someone better?
“I don’t…” Yoongi starts, and a tear slips down his face, “I can’t. I can’t.” He shakes his head and burrows deeper into the bed, wanting to make himself small and disappear.
This is so stupid. If you want to be with Jungkook, then be with Jungkook! He can’t stop you! You’re not his! It’s your life! Go! Be free!
But you crawl right into bed beside him because how could you leave the man you love alone like this?
You hug the back of him as sobs begin to overtake him; he tries so hard to keep any sounds from coming out of his mouth, but you can still hear him. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly, your heart aching for him, worse because you don’t know how to help. The action seems to make him cry harder, and you’re whispering positive reassurances in his ear and rubbing gentle circles over his arm until he calms down enough.
“Yoongi?” you whisper when his breathing steadies. “I love you, and I’m here for you, okay? I love you so, so much. More than you know.”
“Life sucks,” Yoongi says with a dry laugh.
You chuckle, shaking your head as you rest on his shoulder to look down on him. “Yeah, it really does.”
“I’m just really stressed out.”
“About what?”
“Girls,” Yoongi murmurs, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Your chest tugs uncomfortably, but you swallow the feeling quickly. “Maybe I can help?”
“Doubt it,” Yoongi laughs. “She’s clueless as fuck. I take her on dates, but she thinks it’s friendly. I give her gifts, but she thinks it’s all a nice gesture. Besides, she likes someone else.”
You frown. “Who is this? It sounds like she isn’t worth your time. You deserve someone who’s gonna love every single bit of you.” You turn him over so he’s flat on his back, and your lips peck his gently. “Someone who’s gonna love the way you’re so dedicated to music.” You kiss his neck. “Someone who’s gonna love your stupid smile.” You kiss his collar bone. “Someone who’s gonna love your weird combination of incredible work ethic and terrible laziness.”
Yoongi smiles at you wryly, a thumb absentmindedly stroking your arm. “I don’t think she’ll ever love me in that way. And honestly? I’m so fucking tired of it.”
“Yoongi―”
“You have no idea how fucking infuriating it is. She does whatever she wants. She goes to whoever she wants. But she always comes back to me, and she never stays. If she would only stay. I bet I would make her so fucking happy. But no.”
“Who is this girl? Why have I never heard of her? It sounds like she doesn’t even care, and I don’t want that for you.”
“It’s cause she doesn’t care, Y/N,” Yoongi growls, rolling out of bed and facing you from afar. “Like I said, she’s so clueless! It doesn’t matter who it is anyway. Not like it would help.”
“How do you know? Do I know her?”
“Again, doesn’t matter,” he says as he storms out of his room. You roll your eyes in annoyance, following him out.
“It matters to me! I want to know who’s causing you this much pain!”
“God―fuck―really?” Yoongi looks like he’s about to throw something. “It’s you, Y/N! It’s fucking you! I can’t believe I fucking love you, you of all people!”
The world, in that moment, seems to spin; everything is being turned on its head, and then it stops.
“You… You love me?” You stare at him, dumbfounded. Were you really that blind? “But I…”
“But you what, Y/N?” Yoongi asks with an exasperated sigh as he sinks into the couch, burying his face in his hands. “Never wanna speak to me again? I get it. I’ll just leave―”
“No, no, no, no,” you say, tears spilling from your eyes freely now, your words getting caught in your throat. “That’s not what I―Yoongi,” you cry, falling to the ground in a heap, your emotions getting the best of you.
Despite everything he’s feeling, he’s beside you in an instant, cradling you in his arms. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry―”
“Yoongi, I love you,” you whisper, tears hot on your face as you grab at his shirt.  “I love you, please don’t leave me.”
“You―” and Yoongi can’t help but laugh “―love me? Oh my god. Oh my god, we’re both so stupid.”
You laugh too, your sobs drying on his shirt. He looks down at your tear-stained face and you see nothing but adoration in his eyes. How could you have missed that before?
“I’m sorry,” you say shyly, “but I was afraid. If I had known―”
“I know. Me too. Come here, baby.” He picks you up easily, carrying you into the bedroom you both had stormed out of earlier. He tosses you on, and you grab at him when he lets go, wanting nothing more than to be back in his arms. He smiles, shaking his head at you as he leans down to kiss you.
A real kiss.
A full kiss.
A kiss that says everything he’s been meaning to say.
I love you.
The kiss is sweet, but you want more. You’ve always wanted more. You pull Yoongi down on top of you, sliding your tongue into his mouth like you’ve done so often. (Of course, this time, it was all-strings-attached.) Yoongi pulls away as it gets heavier, and he’s panting as he asks, “Are you sure? This might be too fast―”
“Please,” you whine, and who’s Yoongi to say no? He slips out of his shirt and you mimic his actions; it’s everything the both of you have ever done before, yet so, so different.
“Lean back for me, babe,” he whispers, and you obey, relaxing into the bed sheets as Yoongi tongues his way down your exposed stomach. When he reaches the waistband of your shorts, he moves back up to unclasp your bra, exposing your hard nipples to him. He wastes no time in biting one while playing with the other, earning breathy whimpers from you as your arousal increases.
“F-Feels good, Yoongi,” you murmur, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.
“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
He scoots himself down the bed as he reaches your shorts, tugging them off with a sly smile. You clench your thighs together in anticipation, eager to have Yoongi in ways you’d only been dreaming about. All yours.
“These are cute,” he says when he reveals your simple, cotton panties. Ones that you’re sure he’s seen a million times already.
“Yoongi!” you whine in embarrassment.
“What?” he laughs as he slides them down your legs.
“Why do you have to make it weird?” you complain.
He laughs again, and you can feel his breath on your center. “Of all the shit we’ve done, this is what you’re complaining about? Just let me eat you out, goddamn.”
“Hey, you’re the one who’s still talking! I’m waiting!”
“Fair point. I love you,” and you’re pretty sure he only says that to distract you before he’s licking at you full on. You cry out, not expecting as his tongue circles your clit. Your hand shoots down to his hair on instinct, grabbing at him in an attempt to either push him away or pull him closer―you’re not sure which.
“Y-Yoongi―fuck!”
Yoongi doesn’t reply, though he’s encouraged by your sounds of pleasure, kissing, sucking, and licking anywhere and everywhere in an attempt to make you undone. He laps at your clit again, loving the way you buck at him uncontrollably, driven solely by the need to cum.
And he gets to be the one to make you do so.
He slides two fingers into your dripping cunt, and you clamp your legs down around his head, temporarily forgetting that, hey, he needs to breathe. You let him up, and he looks at you, his face shining with your juices. “I mean, I have no problem suffocating between your legs.”
“Shut up.”
He lets out a giddy giggle and dives back in, licking furiously at your clit as his fingers ram in and out of you. Your hands curl around the bedsheets, the pleasurable sensation coursing through your body. The tension builds up in your abdomen, and though you try your best to vocalise your approaching orgasm, you can only shake and moan.
Good thing Yoongi already knows your body so well.
“Let go, babe. Let go.”
“Yoongi!”
You cum loudly and quickly, grinding your hips into his face as he works you through it. Your head feels dizzy with pleasure; sure, you and Yoongi have had sex before, but you don’t remember it feeling like that.
“Good?” he laughs as he works his way back up your body, taking his time with every inch of your skin. “So good for me. So pretty when you cum.”
“Let me―”
“We have plenty of time for that later. Right now, I need to be in you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” you ask with a wiggle of your hips.
“Come here,” he growls, grabbing your legs and pulling you so that your center is flush with his. He grinds his cloth-covered cock against your center for a few seconds before pulling his dick out of his sweatpants, angry and red and dripping with pre-cum. You keen at the sight, eager to finally have him inside you.
“Yoongi, please,” you beg.
“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he promises, “Just be patient.”
He eases his tip into you gently, hissing at the sensation. Sex with you always feels so good, but now, it feels even better. You moan as he sinks into you, his cock stretching you to the brim. Your eyes fall back in your head in pleasure.
“Fuck, Yoongi.”
“That’s a good girl. So good. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Yoongi’s head drops to your shoulder as he begins to thrust into you, and your nails are running down his back in an effort to ground yourself. Yoongi can’t wait to make fun of you for those marks later.
Your walls clench around him, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge with each thrust; your own orgasm begins to approach, beginning in your toes and climbing its way through your body until it’s centering on your pussy. The room is a mix of heavy gasps, pants, and moans, the both of you completely lost in the sensation of each other and each other only.
“Oh, god,” you moan. “Yoongi!”
“I know, baby, fuck, you feel so good around me.” Yoongi thrusts into you harder, wanting to feel you cum on his cock. “Look at me baby, are you getting close?” Your eyes meet as he thrusts into you again, and you nod, feeling completely vulnerable under his gaze. “I want you to cum on me, okay baby? Cum for me, yeah?”
“Yeah―fuck―yeah, Yoongi. I’ll be good for you. Please make me cum. Touch me, please,” you plead.
Yoongi’s hand reaches for your clit, but his eyes never leaves yours. He rubs you fast and hard as he fucks you, driving you both to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, Y/N, fuck, I love you! I’m cumming!”
“Fuck, Yoongi!”
You cum in sync, the both of you gasping and clawing at each other as mind numbing orgasms wrack your bodies, leaving your mind pleasantly fuzzy. Yoongi pulls out gently, stopping to watch his cum drip out of your body. He smiles at you, feeling wonderfully accomplished, and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before retrieving water and a towel.
“Yoongi?” you whisper as he settles in beside you.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I love you. I love you so much. I love you.”
He laughs. “Bet I love you more.”
“Bet I love you most.”
“You bitch you set me up―”
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miss-pearlescent · 5 years
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Photography Kink (M)
Themes: birthday sex, roleplay, photography, soft dom (◡‿◡˶)
Lea heard the front door shut and hid her smile as she stashed her phone away. Trying her best to look nonchalant, she strolled past the living room into the kitchen.
“What would you like for your birthday?” she called as she pulled out a plate for her boyfriend.
A deep sigh came from the other room as her boyfriend dropped to the couch. “You don’t have to get me anything.”
She poked her head out and found Jongin with his arm swung over his eyes. Frowning, she walked over and took a seat beside him.
“Wanna talk?” she asked.
Jongin took another deep breath. “Not really,” he said. “Just work.”
She patted his knee. “Mr. Lee getting in your face again?”
“A little,” he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her against him. “Wanna go to that fancy buffet next week?”
Her ears perked up. “For your birthday?” she asked excitedly. Jongin never thought his birthday was special, which was so different from how she was raised. Just hearing him voluntarily mention going out on his birthday was foreign.
He shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin. “For fun. We haven’t gone out together in a while.”
“Of course.” Lea had to hide her own grin as Jongin rested his head against her shoulder.
His work as a photographer required long hours and sometimes endless amounts of patience. She had heard stories of some of his stranger clients, but there were other times when he would come home frustrated at simply himself.
Photography was something he had only recently discovered and loved. It was a talent that he had initially enjoyed working on. But he wanted to move on with his creativity and she noticed that he was no longer excited about picking up new clients for shoots.
His cellphone rang and he let out a groan.
Lea’s heart rate shot up. “You should get that,” she said, peeling herself away so that he didn’t notice how nervous she got.
Jongin pulled out his phone and glared at the number. She gave him a little nudge before heading to the kitchen again to grab dinner for the two of them.
“Next Thursday?” She heard his tired voice and felt a slight twinge of guilt.
She had asked her friend to book a morning video shoot with Jongin at a hotel, where Lea would be waiting with his birthday present.
All she needed to do was convince him to take the gig.
Then she heard him choke on air. “Fifteen hundred dollars?”
That was her cue to run to the living room. She gave him her best incredulous stare.
Jongin returned the amazement in his gaze as he listened to the rest of the details. “So let me confirm: fifteen hundred dollars for a three hour shoot?”
She mouthed take it! to him, hoping he went with the plan without a fight.
Of course, he hesitated. Scratching the back of his head, he looked to her before saying. “Give me one second.” He covered the microphone to his phone. “Should I?” he asked.
Lea sat down beside him. “Just three hours,” she whispered. “Then I’ll take you to celebrate your birthday and you can take some time off.”
“And take a vacation?” His eyes sparkled as he leaned in, all the hesitation gone. “Together?”
She felt her heart skipping a beat as her cheeks warmed. “O-okay.”
He smiled as he put the phone back to his ear. “Hello? Yes, I’ll be there on Thursday. A deposit is due by Friday, and cancellation fees and conditions can be found on my website.” His fingers found hers as he worked out the last details and hung up.
-
Lea pinched her cheeks and went through the to-do list in her head.
Rose petals, check.
Lingerie, check.
Three-hour sexy playlist, check.
Jongin would be here any minute and—
Knock, knock!
Lea spun towards the door.
“Kim Jongin, photographer,” he announced. His voice was so formal that she almost didn’t recognize it.
She pranced toward the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. “Hello, Mr. Kim, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She held out her hand and put on a salacious smile.
Jongin looked at her. Then at her hand. Then at her dress. Then back at her. “What... Lea?”
She cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Would you like some coffee before we start? Come in, the hotel has an amazing kitchenette.”
“Lea, what are you doing here?” he asked, taking two steps into the hotel room before stopping. “I’m supposed to be working.”
“Oh, right. Work.” She brought two glasses of water to the coffee table and took a seat. “Well then, come sit. We have a lot to discuss.”
Jongin furrowed his brows, evidently confused. But he was her boyfriend and knew she liked to play games and liked to be entertained. So he entertained her by putting his camera bag down and taking a seat on the opposite chair.
Good boy.
She took a sip of her water, taking care not to ruin her lipstick, and he did the same. She could feel the suspicious glare he shot at her from over his glass.
“So, today, we are going to have a photoshoot.”
Jongin lounged back in his seat and raised a brow. “We are?”
She nodded fervently. “Of course. I have a special project.”
“So you do,” he muttered, looking around at the lavish hotel room.
Lea nodded again, clasping her hands in her lap. “I want to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday with a special photobook.” That got his attention back on her. “Work has been stressing him out so I want him to have something to look at to...de-stress, you know?”
“De-stress,” he emphasized.
“Yes, so you do understand. People shouldn’t be working day in and day out. They need time to relax and have fun.”
Jongin chuckled and bit his lips, looking out the window. He was contemplating playing her game, she knew it. She held back from biting her own lips; she didn’t want him to see how nervous she was.
In a flash, he was up on his feet and grabbing his camera bag. “So what’s the concept of this photobook?”
Lea clapped her hands and beamed at him, knowing they were going to have a great three hours.
-
“Like this?” Lea used her thumb and index finger to awkwardly lift up the velvet hem of her slinky silver dress.
Jongin lowered his camera and gave her a disapproving look. “Look a bit more...natural.”
She hid her impish smile, knowing he was exasperated with her purposefully awkward poses. “I think I need some direction.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Pull your elbow back. Tousle your hair a bit more and throw it behind your shoulder. Tilt your chin up.”
Lea pretended like she had no idea what he was saying.
A glint flashed in his eyes. “Do I need to come over and help you?”
She nodded, and her breath quickened as he walked closer.
“Hold your dress like this.” He grazed her bare thigh as he gathered her hem for her. “Your elbow has to stay back like this and make sure your chin is up.” He lifted her chin, exposing her throat to him. He brushed her hair behind her shoulders, his fingers lingering on her neck.
She gulped as she stared up at him, waiting for the next instructions.
His breath mingled with hers as he continued to watch her, not breaking his gaze. “Now look at the camera like it’s your boyfriend,” he whispered, his eyes traveling down to her lips. “Like you want to fuck it.”
Her lips parted on a gasp.
Jongin smirked. “Perfect.”
He broke away and picked up his camera, taking quick shots of her leaning against the curtains with her dress riding up, looking like she was desperate for sex.
It was exactly what she had asked for.
In the next shot, Lea was up on all fours on a table, her butt up in the air and her face down against her arms.
Jongin stood behind her, his hand on the small of her back. “Arch your back more. Your boyfriend will want to see your ass.”
She pushed her butt out, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Good,” he growled. “Now close your legs together.”
“Close them? But I thought—” She felt a light scolding tap on her ass and it made her words catch in her throat.
“You’ll get a chance to spread your legs later,” he reassured her before backing away. “Now look at me.”
She turned her head to the side, knowing how turned on she looked as she stared into the camera.
“That’s it,” he murmured, taking shots here and there. “That’s a good girl. You made a very good decision to have the big window behind you. It really outlines your great ass.”
She stopped her butt from squirming with pleasure from the compliment.
By the end of the hour, Lea was only in her bra and panties, straddling a pillow.
“Grind the pillow like it’s your boyfriend’s face.”
She angled her hips, imagining it was Jongin’s face under her.
With every click that the camera made, it was getting harder to keep a straight face.
“Faster,” he beckoned. “He’s eating you out and you’re about to come all over his face.”
A whimper escaped Lea’s throat as she actually felt like she wanted to come.
She rocked her hips faster and faster, watching Jongin behind the camera take photos, pretending like he was both underneath and watching you at the same time.
It was definitely a whole new kind of turn on.
“All right, that’s enough. We got the shot.”
Lea stopped, her face flushed and her pussy frustrated.
“What’s next?”
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Jongin watched as his girlfriend walked out in a red and pink lingerie set full of lace and ribbon.
“How’s this for a Valentine’s Day theme?” she asked, twirling around to show him her ass.
God, she had a great ass.
“Now, this part is going to be the super raunchy part,” she explained. “The last shots were more like a tease. These ones are the ones that will actually help him de-stress, got it?”
He hid his smile because any man could de-stress over any photos of her. “Got it,” he assured her like the professional photographer he was playing.
“Good.” She looked around the hotel room. “I think we should just start on the bed for this section. It’s nice to start vanilla, right?”
He stood and followed her to the bed. “Whatever you say.”
She took a seat on the edge. “How should I look like I’m asking him to join me in bed?”
You don’t have to do anything. He stood back and put a hand on his hip, looking around as she watched him with big curious eyes. What he wanted to do was throw his camera to the side and get on his knees to eat her out before shoving his aching dick into her.
But a man had a job to do.
“Pull your knees up to your chest.”
She did so. “Like this?”
“Now open your feet.”
“Open my feet?”
He grabbed her by the ankles and spread her feet apart. “Like that. But keep your knees closed.”
She leaned back on her hands for balance and looked at him warily with a blush high on her cheeks.
Perfect.
“Stay like that,” he ordered as he knelt beneath her and propped up his camera.
He could see the pink of her panties peeking out from between her legs. He clicked his camera a few times and he could’ve sworn she was squirming.
Jongin lowered his camera. “Your underwear is getting a little...wet. You sure you want to continue like that?”
Lea bit her lip. “It’s fine. Keep going.”
She looked like the textbook image of someone who was sexually frustrated, and Jongin proudly lifted his camera to take more shots.
At least he knew he wasn’t the only one in this room who wanted a nice hard fuck.
He crept closer, taking photos in the process. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”
She hesitated, her feet hanging in the air.
He took a shot of that before saying, “do it.”
She opened her legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving him a full vantage of her wet panties.
His camera clicked and he hoped he brought enough memory cards to take down every millisecond of this day.
“Now touch yourself.”
“What?” she gasped.
“Pretend to touch yourself.” He gently brought her wrist down to her thighs. “Trust me, your boyfriend will love this.”
And boy, he did. He almost came in his own pants as she shuddered with only a light stroke down her slit. The wetness outlined her pussy lips, highlighting the little nub at the top.
He heard the moan in her voice as she pressed that little nub.
When she was close to reaching a silent orgasm, Jongin put his camera down and stood, toppling Lea over on the bed.
She glared up at him for ruining her climax.
“I have an idea,” he said, hiding his grin. He pulled down the fly of his pants and brought out his dick.
His poor dick had been hard for over an hour and it was such a relief to touch it.
Lea’s eyes widened. “What’s your...idea?”
He flashed her a grin. “How close in resemblance is my dick to your boyfriend’s?”
She licked her lips. “P-pretty similar, I guess.”
“Good. Then this should work perfectly.” He picked up his camera again. “I want you to open your legs.”
She looked from the camera to him. “This is for the photobook, correct?”
“Of course. I think you have rekindled my creative side and I would like to share my ideas with you.”
Lea snorted, obviously humoured by his joke. She visibly relaxed and opened her legs for him.
Without warning, he pushed her panties to the side and slid a a finger down her wet heat.
“Jongin!” she squeaked, clasping a hand to her mouth.
He shrugged. “Just doing my job, making sure all parts of my idea are ready before I execute it.”
She moaned as he pushed a finger in.
Oh, she was more than ready.
He heard a seam rip as he pulled her panties even more to the side.
Jongin positioned his hips in place and then his camera. Through the lens, he could see his girlfriend’s aroused yet confused expression.
Slowly, he slid into her, snapping pictures along the way and capturing Lea’s face change as he entered her, inch by slow inch.
“Your boyfriend will love to have this,” he gritted out. “It will be a section of the photobook detailing every second of you getting fucked by his dick.”
He groaned as his entire length seated inside her.
Her legs wrapped around him and he had to put his camera down because suddenly she was coming.
He leaned down and scooped her into his arms. She cried out as she ground against his hips, her walls clenching around him. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Show your boyfriend how much you love his cock.”
She gasped for air as she leaned back. “Keep fucking me,” she begged.
He didn’t know if they were still playing her game, but he still had some shots he wanted to take. “Stay still,” he growled as he pressed his thumb to her clit.
Of course, she couldn’t. He snapped photos with one hand as he toyed her with the other, getting shots of her panting and squirming and gasping.
He rolled his hips, wanting to capture the moment he had been waiting for.
“Oh fuck, Jongin!” she screamed and grabbed the headboard, giving her leverage to raise her hips.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Look at me when you come. I want to see it.”
She stared right into the camera, shouting his name as he pumped in and out of her. He braced himself, clutching his camera tightly as he captured her coming apart underneath him.
When he knew he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he pulled back, gripping his cock in his hand before spilling on her stomach.
His chest heaved in time with hers as he dropped the camera onto the bed and pulled her into a kiss.
“Your boyfriend...” he panted. “Your boyfriend is one lucky man.”
She stroked the back of his head and wrapped her legs around him. “And he deserves everything for his birthday.”
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I started this scenario a full year ago in an attempt to publish this in time for Kai’s birthday, but I never got around to finishing it until now! I’ve been sick in bed all day and needed to write something so here it is. Hope you guys liked it :) AND HAPPY 2019!
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Brownies pt 3
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Pt 1 - Pt 2 -
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Short but it’ll let me put the rest into the next part to work better. ...
“How could you possibly imagine my answer would be any different?!” Thorin’s firm growl echoed through the roof above you stirring you from your sleep not long after you’d managed to succumb to your crushing exhaustion. “Two Years Dain!”
With a grumble you rolled over and sighed, burying your head under your pillows mumbling to yourself, “I can almost taste the brownies now…” A sigh escaped you at your stomach’s signaled growl from the expectation of the treat from your recent encounters with your Landlord. In sharp irritation you flung your comforter back and rolled your way to the end of the bed and rose to your feet for your short walk to the kitchen in hopes that a small snack could tide you over until breakfast and still allow you to sleep.
“Don’t you fucking Dare!” A snort left you when your hands clasped over your mouth to contain your bubbling laughter when you pictured the Dwarf above you locked in his ranting pace. Somehow his body shifted to a giant animated version of himself with little steam clouds around his hastily scribbled in red cheeks as his clenched fists wove at his side through his shouts into the somehow floating phone trembling before him. 
Biting back your sounds you fashioned a sandwich while another shout echoed through the ceiling, “It wasn’t my call to sell! And don’t you dare assume I wouldn’t end our final lease agreement!” Another growl came through over muffled garbled shouts from the other end of the line, “I would rather burn it to the ground than pass the lease over to you! Don’t you dare assume I wouldn’t evict each and every one of them!” After another mumbled response Thorin shouted one final sentence after a slur of Khuzdul curses into the phone as you finished your snack. “Iron Hills isn’t anywhere near large enough for you to hide from this! Don’t contact me again, you’ll receive the papers in the morning!”
As you smirked and shut off your lights again you mumbled, “You tell ‘em tiger.” Within moments you were back in bed once again and snuggled up securely while your mind wandered to the giant fuming man who was clearly still muttering to himself and shifting things around in the kitchen, no doubt for his latest apology batch. 
Twisted from reality your dream began with his hanging up and heading straight to his bedroom. Layer by layer he stripped and cast the blameless cloth angrily towards the basket along the wall between his furious muttered curses. One growling breath after another he moved to the bed and eased under the covers, sliding over to your side and curling you protectively into his grip. With a tight hold one more muttered phrase came from between his lips before they planted along the back of your shoulder where he held them through the night, mumbling and growling still while your body inched closer to his chest as he slowly untensed and relaxed around you.
Night after night he flooded into your dreams, always stern and stoic, passing through one tedious situation after another but always returning through a growl to crawl or slide into your grip or around you easing from his grumbles into a giant lovable snuggling marshmallow of a man who ached only to be near you. Months now you had all but actually felt the warmth of his lips that nightly peppered loving trails across your skin. 
Always following after those large firm hands securely planting themselves around you between their gentle trails that brought rows of raised bumps at the very thought of it coming to life from your dreams after your brief brushes of skin in trading receipts for the rent checks each month. Any further dissection of the countless mouthwatering elements to the man you should never have sparked an interest in could very well bring you straight to your knees, all trailing viciously behind that same stern voice that left your weakened state on those front steps the first time he’d ever uttered a word to you.
Thoughtless and trembling you sighed and woke each morning at once again finding yourself far too below the man you’d spent the night underneath in far more intimate terms. Each time staying fixed in your schedule in hopes of just once ignoring those achingly blue eyes that trailed your every move when you were in his sights. Surely he felt the same, or at least your heart ached for it to be so. In a firm bite on your lip you groaned once again at the echo of the gloomy man’s growl sending a warm wave through your body once again. Closely you’d watched and listened in return in hopes of finding some clue as to a way out of your insufferable pining without avail, those damn eyes of his, fixed in his seemingly permanent scowling face stung at you from the pain lingering there at some nameless suffering he obviously bore.
Inside your closet your fingers danced along the edges of the few dresses hanging there. An obvious choice drew your eyes, the green one you knew would gain you yet another break in his stern façade. A tiny glimmer always shone through when you wore this one, “Green it is.” Under your breath you mumbled and pulled it on, making sure to ensure your hair was tucked back on your path upstairs to claim your bike from the small covered section just outside the stairs for your trip to work. Into the wind you felt your smile ease a bit larger, “Today, he’ll have to say something today. Last time I wore this he nearly fell down the stairs rushing out to say good morning.” After a heart achingly deep sigh you continued, “It’ll happen today.”
One locked bike lock and a distant shout later tires screeching drew your eyes towards the oncoming danger before a tight hold grew around you, it most certainly was that day.
With empty plate in hand your fingers released Thorin’s watch you shifted into your view signaling your rise to head out to work. 
Dain, “Thorin, now I know we’ve had our reasons to row constantly after my suggestion to take the deal. And I don’t fault you for stepping aside or coming after me, Mahal knows it’s long overdue from you. I know I’ve parted our kin in ways none ever thought possible-.” His sigh was soon followed by a familiar growling breath stirring a soft smirk to your lips on your trip to the sink before Thorin responded, “I tried, trust me, to stay indifferent. Two years, all of this, the distance and silence. I just can’t handle another scheme to bring back the Stone again.”
Dain sighed and inched forward patting the table before him while saying, “Thorin, just one last scheme, hear me out.” After a sigh Thorin nodded,  “Alright, now I’ve tracked it down to Smaug,” The familiar name brought your eyes back to the group stirring Fili’s interest in your brief stunned gaze that soon shifted again to the sink, “And he’s been seen having meetings with Thranduil in Greenwood.”
Dwalin growled adding, “Prancing fools that lot, can’t stand them, all since school. Some superior complex in that line.” Spotting your parted lips soon shutting again in an urge to keep yourself quiet Fili’s hand whacked his Uncle’s shoulder with a nod in your direction causing Dwalin’s scowl to drop back through Dain’s continuing.
“So, all that’s to do is to talk to him. I know, it’s not favorable, but if he knows who bought the Stone.”
Furrowing your brows you rinsed and started to dry it when Thorin met your gaze with a soft smile trying to give himself time to think until you asked, “I’m sorry,” The group all turned to face you with curious gazes, “You’re shopping for a Stone?”
Dain smirked while Thorin released a grumbling exhale as Dwalin replied, “Arkenstone Industries, our former family business, well, one of them. Got swindled out of our majority shares and kicked out, split the clan over who was to blame.”
With parted lips again you moved to place the plate on the counter only to miss and have it shatter when it hit the ground causing you to crouch as you cursed under your breath, “Damn it…”
Promptly on their feet both Kili and Fili rushed over to aid you in clearing it up while Dwalin joined them and guided you back to your feet and back towards the table asking, “You’re looking a bit pale there Dear.”
Inhaling softly you glanced over the pair at the table as your hand rose to rub your forehead, “Thranduil is my Cousin,” The three of them straightened at the news, “Distantly, by marriage and an adoption, but mainly, he’s been acting in my place in running my place in the companies I’ve bought recently.”
Thorin’s hand lowered from his stroke over his lips and beard back to the table softly saying, “Companies. So you would know if he had any clue at how to ask Smaug who purchased our Companies?”
“I wouldn’t need to.” With raised brows you felt all the Durin eyes on you as you finished, “I was told my money would be put to better use investing in Companies. Choosing was a bit hard, but Thranduil’s always had a better ear to the ground position than I have. So a few years back he called me about a handful of Dwarven Companies that needed reviving.” With anxious expressions they all inched closer unknowingly in your pause, “Including Arkenstone Industries.”
Dain, “You own shares of the Stone?”
You nodded, “87%, the papers are drawn and the final claims will be passed over by Smaug before Tuesday.”
Thorin eagerly inquired, “What other companies?”
“Um, Hornhelm, outright on that one, 75% on Erebor and 68% on Dale with the full ownership in a few months when I get that damn Master Chairman out of his seat.”
A smirk eased across Thorin’s lips when his hand gently patted the seat at his side, “I’ll drive you in.” After your short walk the men claimed the seats around you with soft smiles as he asked, “This is, that is, I have to ask-.”
“As far as passing back ownership I can’t,” for a moment their expressions dimmed while you raised and silenced your phone you pulled from your vest pocket and soon returned at its chime for your alarm to leave, “That is, the contracts for ownership have a probationary period, meaning I won’t be able to pass over the new shares for at least a few years; the older ones I could. As far as Councils, I know it’s not much but I can easily expand or change out members to include your released kin to ease the switch back. I know Smaug cleared them out pretty early on when he bought them.” With a flinching smile you continued, “And I know my relationship with a certain ‘Prancing Elf’ didn’t ease my efforts in rehiring them.”
Dain, “Rehire? You were behind his inquiries into our clans?”
You nodded, “It’d been in your family for thousands of years, why wouldn’t I? I barely have anything of my kin, besides, the workers were nearly inconsolable at the switch, there were a good number I tried to win back. But no matter what I did they always said to take it up with the Ironhide clan. Never mentioned anything about Durins or I’d have brought it up first thing.”
Gently curling his hand around yours, Thorin nearly purred, “You’re serious about this?”
You nodded and Dwalin asked, “You’ll sell it back?”
Dain, “I can’t believe I didn’t sit with him-.”
“Thranduil did warn me you wouldn’t.” Your eyes shifted to meet Thorin’s, “I am serious, and as soon as I can pass them back to you I will. As bad as it sounds I wish I could have purchased them outright when I had the chance instead of in pieces.”
With a creeping grin Kili relayed the news to his Great Grandfather Thror and his Wife Niro while Fili said, “Amad’ll be so thrilled.”
Thorin met his gaze stating, “Not yet, she can find out later.” Turning his head his lips met your cheek and he said, “Let’s get you to work, and we’ll work out the details later.”
You nodded and rose while he did the same with Dain joining you as he asked, “Any chance we could handle all this in Erebor?”
“I would have to make a trip to Greenwood to meet with my Cousin.”
Dwalin nodded, “Just an hour’s train ride away, the whole clan’s eager to meet you.”
Thorin, “Whole clan?”
Dain nodded, “When the boys heard about the crash it all got pushed aside. Took everything we had not to flood Rohan in search of you, but they assured us you were well taken care of.” His eyes scanned over the pair of you while Thorin’s arm eased around your middle as his other hand steadied around the handle of his cane. “Something abundantly clear upon meeting you.”
In a lean against his side your smile flinched larger while you led his walk towards the door through his latest stolen chance to try out a walk without the use of his cane to test his hip. Before clinging to a creeping fear against pushing himself too eagerly in the urge not to have a full life with you soon without hindrances. An easy graze of Thorin’s heavy palm moved across your back when you glanced up at him to accept a meeting of your lips after his had rested on your cheek softly through the rising of the garage door. His eyes drooped lower to scan over your yellow dress that drew his smile wider, “That dress is stunning on you.”
Your smile grew in return as the words that popped in your head flowed straight out from your lips, “Not as stunning as it is on the floor beside your clothes.” A near painfully large grin formed on his face through his low chuckle causing you to almost pale as you asked, “I said that out loud didn’t I?”
He nodded and chuckled through responding, “You did.” Closing the distance his smirk faded when his lips met yours for a melting embrace while your hand eased around the side of his neck into his hair earning a low moan from him causing his lips to leave yours while he rumbled, “But no worries, though I enjoy the image, I won’t rush you on anything.”
Stealing another kiss you replied while your hand slid from his chest over his abdomen darkening his eyes through his smirk deepening, “Trust me, it’s no rush on anything past the limits of your hip.”
Biting his lip he followed you the few steps to the passenger side of his car only to draw a gasp from you at his turning and pinning you between him and his car. In a gentle stroke his hand grazed along your cheek through his lips hungrily meeting yours again drawing a muffled giggle against his fevered lips melding with yours. Lowly growling he replied, trying to hold back his growing urge to take you right there in the open against the chilled metal and glass behind you, much at the expense of his hips strength in his growing lust. “My hip will not be a concern.”
Through a playful nod you caught his eyes flickering darker again while your hands eased over his chest slowly, keeping your eyes on his, “Either way, I’ll do my best to be gentle with you.”
Another low chuckle left him while he wet his lips, “I have no doubt on that. I do have to admit, I was a bit uncertain of your interest returning after caring for me. Mainly the bathing.”
Giggling softly you caught his smirk returning again while his fingers and palms gripped your hips firmly once again, “Do you remember your first day in the hospital?”
“Roughly.”
Giggling again you replied, “Well I turned to leave you with the nurses and you just, phwoop, dropped your briefs right there.” Chuckling again a blush eased across his cheeks, “The bruises and scrapes were a bit off putting, but it let me see you fully and finally get to run my hands through that hair of yours.”
With another stolen kiss a content sigh left the pair of you before your breaking apart with his gentle grip pulling you from the car freeing the firm bulge pressing against your thigh. In a struggle to contain the lustful growl in his voice he spoke, “This, will have to wait for another time. Can’t have you late.” An easy smirk deepened across his face when your eyes scanned over him and froze at his groin through your unwilling nip at your bottom lip on his trip around the car before you both climbed in.
Closing the doors your eyes shifted to land on his again in your lean towards him that stirred a mirrored lean in return for your hand to graze along through his short beard drawing him in to lock lips once again for a loving peck. “Tonight then? I still have another of my $600 scrap bottles of wine tucked away. Then you can tell me all about how appealing my hobble has been.”
He chuckled again stealing another peck before he started the car for the short drive over, “You have no idea how appealing. Always had a weakness for a woman with a limp.” Making you giggle again.
Playfully you replied, “Anytime you miss it I could easily fake one for you.”
Through a chuckle he replied, “Thank you for that. And anything I can do to appeal to your interests let me know.” In a glance his eyes met yours with a mischievous twinkle.
“Believe me I will.”
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Once again his car found the same parking spot as the last time bringing a slight uneasy tingle through the pair of you on his escorting you to the front door holding his firm grip on your hand along the way. Another gentle peck on your forehead was meant to be your parting signal until a throat cleared and caused his head to rise and his eyes to land on his siblings standing with arms crossed giving you discerning once overs. Furrowing his brows he lowly stated, “You go on in, I’ll lead them home.”
With a nod you replied, “Sure.” Stealing a glance at them both, “Nice to meet you both.”
Then you edged around them while Thorin stated, “Send me a text and I’ll fetch you after.” Flashing a smile at you before it slid off again and he nodded his head at the pair, “You can follow me back to mine.”
Dis, “I think I’ll stay-.”
Thorin’s eyes narrowed, “Jaqi’s easing back into work, she doesn’t need all of you hounding her there.”
Frerin, “Come on, you can’t hide her forever.”
Thorin, “I’m not. Besides, we’ve got a break on the Stone shareholder, Dain’s waiting with the others for me to get back.” Their expressions perked up and they eagerly followed him for the short drive back again only to stir an urge to go straight back to have their countless questions answered. But with your possession of their kin’s former companies the group nearly had to restrain Dis until their Father had called them with an urging to return back to Erebor right away as they had finally returned Thranduil’s call and they would be sitting for their first meeting in the morning freeing the rest to relax.
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Into the Mystic - Five
Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas, OCs
Warnings: I'll just give this whole thing a blanket warning of language, fluff, and angst Word Count: 3,150
A/N: This story is a sequel to THUNDER ROAD - catch up HERE! Special thanks to Angie @atc74 and Megan @paintrider13-blog for helping me brainstorm and reading through this! ❤️
Feedback is always excellent - tags are open! This will be a wilder ride than before, so buckle up, friends! :) xoxo
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March, 2017 Lebanon, Kansas
A week after the mind-meld debacle, about two weeks after Eve's arrival, things had begun to simmer back down at the bunker.
Dean was in a better spirits, so everyone else was too - but this particular morning he had woken up in a foul mood due to a vivid nightmare he'd had while sleeping. He was dreaming about hell again.
He was alone in his bed, something he noticed immediately, and he got up, dressing quickly before venturing into the hall. Eve's room was empty, as were Sam and JD's. Cas had gone to check a lead on Lucifer, leaving a couple days prior. Everything was quiet. Dean started to feel a little nervous, walking just a bit quicker into the kitchen, library, and war room - all of which were vacant. Heading back down the hall to the other side of the bunker, his heart rate slowly rising, he heard muffled laughter and cheering coming from the shooting range. His creeping paranoia subsided, but the anxiety remained as he pulled the door open. JD, Sam, and Eve all stood at the far end, and she appeared to have just fired, safety ear muffs hung around her neck. The smile was wiped from Sam's face instantly when he saw Dean enter the room and stalk toward them. "Oh, man, Dean! You should've seen it - shot it right between the eyes, she did!" JD seemed to be bubbling over with excitement, his grin wide and eyes sparkling. Upon turning and seeing Dean - as well as the irritated expression on his face - Eve suddenly elbowed JD in the ribs and he glanced down at her. She was shaking her head as she muttered, "Stop. Mad. He's mad." A look of surprise and realization crossed his face as he nodded, his enthusiasm squashed as he faced Dean again. "Who's idea was it to bring her in here?" Dean asked, turning his attention to Sam, who stared back at him with a stony look on his face. "Mine," Eve answered immediately, completely willing to take the heat for this, but Dean could feel the guilt coming from her. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Liar," he countered, crossing his arms as he was met with silence. "Uh, well, I guess I suggested it, didn't I?" JD said after a moment, hoping to diffuse the situation with the truth. "I didn't think -" "Didn't think what?" Dean asked. "Didn't think it would be a big deal to get her killed?" "Dean," Eve said in a warning tone, her hands planted on her hips. "Shooting a gun at a paper target is hardly going to get me killed." "No, but thinking you're prepared to use it in the field will." "Shouldn't she actually be prepared, then...?" JD asked uncertainly, shifting his eyes from Eve to Dean. "She's not going out with us," Dean replied rigidly. "Not now, not ever." Eve opened her mouth to reply, but Dean pointed at her before she could get any words out. "And you can save it - you'll thank me when everyone else we know is dead." "That's enough, Dean," Sam spoke firmly and for the first time since Dean had entered the room. Raising both eyebrows as he looked at his younger brother, Dean let his arms fall to his side. "Oh yeah? You think this is a good idea?" "Yeah, I do," Sam replied evenly with a nod, refusing to back down as he kept his eyes locked with Dean's. "You can't be serious, Sam. You know how dangerous it is out there -" "Exactly, Dean - we both know how dangerous it is. That's why it's important for her to be able to protect herself." "Sam -" "And don't be so arrogant to think that you're the only one who cares about her," Sam replied swiftly, unwilling to allow himself to be interrupted. "Look, you can lock her up here and pretend that she's not going to see combat all you want. But, don't you want her to be prepared? I'm not trying to be a dick, but it's inevitable that she's going to need to know how to defend herself." Everyone silently waited for Dean to respond, but he didn't, so Sam continued, “I'm not saying she should go out in the field with us - I don't want that either, but there may be times that she has to." “I’m not raring to go charging into any hunts, Dean,” Eve said, tilting her head slightly as she spoke to meet Dean’s gaze. “Honestly, I’d prefer to never have to fire at anything, but I agree with Sam - I should know how.”
Dean’s eyes went from Eve, to JD, and landed on Sam as he heaved a sigh.
“Now maybe, instead of making us feel shitty about this, you could help us?" Sam suggested in a lighter tone. "We both know you're the best teacher, and she's already got great aim. How many times did she kick our asses in darts?" Dean watched him carefully before allowing himself to crack a small smile. "Alright," he said, nodding. "You're right. She needs to be able to defend herself.” He turned to Eve again. “Bet you can’t hit that thing between the eyes twice in a row.”
  A few hours later, target practice had ended and everyone had dispersed into separate areas of the bunker.
Dean had gone to take a shower and after found Eve laying across her bed, reading.
“Hey,” he said, leaning on the door frame, “you wanna drive into town? As cute as you look in all my clothes, I thought you might want to get some of your own. And maybe a phone or something.”
 “Are you offering to take me shopping?” she asked with a smirk. “You feeling okay?”
He chuckled. “Yes. Just wanted to offer you an olive branch for being a dick since you've been back.”
“And you want to watch me freak out around technology again?”
“Maybe a little, yeah.”
“Sure,” she said with a nod as she rolled off the bed and stood. “That sounds fun. Give me a minute to get ready and we can go.”
Dean smiled at her before wandering off into the library, where JD was sitting slumped over the table, his chin resting on his hands.
“Ughhh, Dean, I’m bored,” JD whined as he entered the room.
Dean stopped and gave JD an offended look. “Do not use that voice, you are a grown man.” He resumed walking again toward the war room. “And sorry, buddy, can't help you. Evie and I going to Hays so she can pretend like she’s a millennial.”
“Can I come?” he asked, raising his head as his face lit up like a puppy’s.
Dean had really hoped to take her alone, but did feel a little pang of guilt. He stopped again. “Actually -”
Sam walked into the library then. “Hey, guys.”
“Sam,” Dean began, “I was hoping to take Evie into the city, could you and JD-”
“Oh, you're going into town?” Sam asked, looking up expectantly. “I need to look at a new charger for my laptop, mine’s acting fritzy…”
“Aye, let’s all go,” JD said, hopping up from his seat as he pulled his phone out and showed it to Sam. “Och, my screen is doing somethin’ weird, d’you see that?”
“Sam,” Dean deadpanned, but it was no use as both men had already turned and started heading to the garage.
“Hey,” Eve said as she reappeared next to him. “You ready?” 
He had a disappointed look on his face as he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, me and the whole Winchester clan.”
  They had driven into Hays, which was almost two hours of loud off-key singing.
There was a large strip mall in the center of town - Sam and JD had broken off to go to an electronics store while Dean had taken Eve to pick some clothes.
Ironically, 60’s and 70’s fashions were popping back up, which she had gotten a laugh out of. This was mostly what she leaned towards, but had opted for some more modern choices as well. She’d really liked the skinny jeans, grabbing a few different colors and even chose to wear a pair out of the store.
They’d met up with Sam and JD again afterward - Sam had picked a suitable smart phone for a beginner and told her he’d help her get it all set up back at the bunker.
A small music store was near the lot they parked in and Eve looked over at Dean wishfully. He laughed and nodded his head and she practically pranced inside.
Dean cocked his head to the side as he watched her walk away - the jeans she'd bought were definitely working for her. "Quit it," JD muttered, elbowing him in the side. "Quit what?" Dean asked after a moment, snapping out of his trance as he turned to JD. "Quit eye-fucking her." Dean scoffed and gave JD an indignant look. "First of all, I'm not eye-fucking her, and second of all, mind your own business." "Aye, well - most unfortunately, you made it my business." "You made it your business." "She's my mother -" "Oh my god, I can't deal with you today," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes as he looked at Sam. "Is this what it's like to talk to me?" JD huffed. "Excuse me, but I am delightful to be around -" "You're a pain in my ass, is what you are," Dean replied. "You guys are a mess," Sam said, shaking his head with a smirk as he followed Eve into the store. Sam had taken an immense amount of joy in being able to introduce her to music from the 90's - it was his personal favorite and he spent over an hour in that one section. He promised to bring her back to expand her music collection again later that week.
The worst part about this trip for Dean was JD buying a Duran Duran album - and playing it the whole way home. He heard Hungry Like the Wolf no less than five times that day.
  Later that evening as Sam prepared to retire for the evening, he stopped at Eve’s room, her door open.
"Hey," he said, leaning on Eve's door frame as he gave it a few courteous taps. Eve stood near him, setting up the record player Dean had bought her earlier that day on the desk. Her face lit with a smile as she looked up to see him. "Hey yourself - what's up?" "Nothing, I... I've wanted to tell you, but it never really seemed appropriate to say, y'know? Never a good time to mention..." She eyed him carefully, one eyebrow raised. "Out with it, then." "I wanted to thank you," he blurted, awkwardly crossing his arms over his chest. "For what you did for us. For him." "For both of you," she corrected him back to his original statement, turning to fiddle with the record player again. "Either way," he continued, still standing in the doorway like it was some kind of threshold, "It took a lot of courage. I already knew what kind of person you were, but the things you sacrificed for us? You're far better than we deserve." "You better shut your damn mouth," she replied evenly, not looking over. He gave a dry chuckle, one side of his mouth twitching up as he absently ran a hand through his hair. "Anyway - I'll leave you alone, I just wanted to tell you that." "You're welcome," she said softly after a moment, eyes flashing up to him briefly before diverting back down. "I'd do it again." Sam heaved a sigh, though his half smile stayed where it was. "I hope you'll never have to." She didn't respond to this, placing one of her new records inside the player and setting the needle over it. "Sam?" she said just as he had turned to exit, causing him to swivel back. "Yeah?" She didn't say anything for a moment, arms hung at her sides as she looked up at him with her head cocked to the side. "You okay?" he asked, his head involuntarily tilting too. She nodded but still didn't speak as she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. "Eve?" he said uncertainly, one arm squeezing her in return. She was smiling when she pulled away, one hand resting on his cheek for a moment before she took a step back. "You are a wonderful and kind man, Sam Winchester - I hope you remember that always." He chuckled nervously. "You're kinda scaring me here, Evie - what's going on?" "Nothing," she dismissed with a shake of the head. "You told me something that was uncomfortable for you, and I had something to tell you too. It's just - when Cas did the brain whammy -" Sam snorted "- I saw and felt some of the things that have happened to you, the way Dean felt them. I know self loathing is a classic Winchester trait, but I just wanted to tell you that. You're wonderful and I love you like you were my own brother." Sam blinked widened eyes at her statement - eyes that were a little watery and he cleared his throat uncomfortably as he nodded. "Thank you," he said sincerely. He surprised her when he hugged her tight again. "I love you too. And I've never had a sister before, but it's hard to imagine a better one than you." She smiled over his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut. "Thank you for taking care of JD. And Dean, of course." A crooked grin was on his face as they pulled away from each other and he shook his head. "Looking after Dean's dumb ass was my responsibility long before you came along," he said with a wink, and the two of them shared a laugh. “G’night, Evie.”
“Goodnight, Sam.”
  Dean's eyes shot open as he lay quietly in his dark bedroom. A tilt of the head showed him the clock on the wall, glowing brightly - 3:00 AM. His outstretched fingers glided across the bed sheets, finding nothing on the other side of the mattress. Fear took hold in an instant, and it was at that moment that JD's voice rang loudly from a few rooms over. "Don't you touch me!" A loud shattering sound followed this and Dean had vaulted from his bed in a split second, hurdling down the hall, swinging JD's door wide open. Light from the hall filtered in the room and he could see Eve on the ground with her back against the wall, JD crouched down beside her. Dean flipped the light on to see her cradling a bloody hand in her lap, a terrified look on her paler than normal face. Broken glass lay scattered on the ground around her and the scene wasn't all that difficult to piece together. Drenched in sweat and out of breath, JD's face wore an expression of deep regret and shock as he stared at Eve. After a moment, he looked up at Dean. "It was an accident," he gasped out. Eve also peered up at Dean, who shifted his gaze to her, his heart drumming in his chest. "What happened?" "He was having a nightmare," she replied softly. "I could hear him down the hall. I tried to wake him up, but I scared him and he shoved me. I brought the glass down with me." Dean dipped down to kneel beside her too. "Let me see," he said, holding his hands out for her injured one. She did as he asked, and he examined the pieces of glass sticking out of her palm. JD moved to reach his hand out, perhaps to remove the glass, but retracted it again quickly, still watching Eve carefully with wide eyes. Dean's eyes flicked up to meet his son's before focusing again on the task in front of him. "I've got it," he said evenly, addressing both of them as he plucked the three large pieces of glass out. "There are a couple smaller pieces, I need to go grab some tweezers. I'm gonna need to stitch you up too - this is pretty deep." She nodded at him, appearing to have calmed herself, but still on edge. "Are you okay?" he asked, searching her eyes for the truth before he would leave the room. Eve let out an exhale and nodded her head. "Alright," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before standing. "I'll be right back." He stopped at the door to glance at JD, who was still frozen down on the ground by Eve, the look of horrified shock firmly in place. He looked like a child. When Dean returned a few minutes later, he hesitated in the doorway, unsure if he should interrupt them or not. Eve sat where he had left her, injured hand propped out of the way, JD's head in her lap. His body was curled into as much of a ball as his large frame would allow, one arm wrapped around her back, and he murmured apologies between sobs. She shushed him gently, her good hand softly stroking his hair. If she hadn't had an injury that needed attention, Dean wouldn't have disturbed this moment in a million years - as it was, he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. She sucked in a sharp breath through her clenched teeth as Dean began to stitch the gash, and this sound seemed to bring JD back to reality. He looked up at her and then over at Dean, his face flushing as he pulled himself back together, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt. "What was your dream about?" Dean murmured, attention focused on his sewing. "Nothin'," JD muttered back. "Mmm... seems like a lot of fuss for 'nothin'," he replied. JD's face was still burning red and he shook his head. "I'd prefer not to talk about it, if it's all the same to you," he said defensively. "Suit yourself," Dean murmured in the same soft tone, tying the last stitch off. He stood, taking Eve's good hand and helping her to her feet. One hand brushed her cheek and he gave her a half smile. He looked past her at JD. "If you change your mind, I know a thing or two about nightmares." Without another word about it, Dean turned to leave, Eve releasing his hand briefly to turn back to JD, who was still seated on the floor. She bent down and kissed his forehead softly, one hand smoothing his hair before she took Dean's hand again, the pair of them leaving the room, sharing secret  looks of concern.
Part Six
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