#And if she is comfortable to not hide her third eye anymore

[hazelkjt]

33. A kiss to a scar, injury, birthmark, or other marking (for Claire and M'naago :3c)

"It's okay, you don't have to hide anymore."

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut

Exes to lovers - this was requested so I hope you like it!!

To be completely honest, Lando doesn't even know what happened that night one year ago. He knows very well that he drank too much, got drunk like never before and that the next day he lost you.

You came to his apartment and found a hair band in the bathroom that wasn't yours. Lando knew whose hair tie it was, but he tried to hide it from you and convince you that it was yours. Of course with that, he only made things worse. The fact that he decided to lie about it hurt you even more.

You threatened to leave him immediately if he didn't tell you what happened the night before and who spent the night in his apartment. It didn't take long for Lando to break down and tearfully tell you that one of his girl friends spent the night at his place after going out. The morning after, he barely remembered anything, but he could have sworn that he hadn't even kissed her, let alone slept with her.

His only fault was that he brought her with him to the apartment and let her sleep there, but even that was more than enough for you to break your heart into a thousand pieces.

You knew which female friend it was. You never even liked her and even though Lando always told you that you had no reason to be jealous, it annoyed you that she was throwing herself at him every chance she got when the two of you were together.

She was too close to him for your liking and then when you heard that she was the one who slept over at his place that night when he was dead drunk, it was over for you.

Lando cried, despaired, begged you to forgive him for months, trying to convince you that for him there was only you, but you couldn't get over your pride and forgive him. In the end, you even believed him that maybe there really wasn't anything between the two of them, but the trust was broken between the two of you and it couldn't be fixed anymore.

Since you two were together for two and a half years before you broke up, you were very close to his family. They adored you and considered you a member of the family. They couldn't believe that you broke up, even they begged you to forgive him, but even though you decided not to, you still remained on good terms with them and continued to hang out from time to time.

And just like that you found yourself on a huge luxury yacht celebrating Mila's third (idk how old is she??) birthday together with Lando and his family. It was a three-day celebration in the small circle of family and for the sake of that you decided to remain calm and behave normally around Lando.

It wasn't easy for you to be so close to him yet so far away. It was even worse for him, but he enjoyed having you around. Of course he tried in every way to reach you, approach you, talk to you, he did everything just to get your attention. From time to time he would succeed, you would find it funny how he tried everything, so you would give in and engage into a conversation with him.

On the last night, everyone went to bed pretty early because they were exhausted from celebrating, swimming and sunbathing for the past three days, but you weren't so exhausted, so you decided to stay in the lounge area of ​​the yacht and be with yourself for a while. The sky was beautiful, full of shining stars and the feeling was so peaceful. You closed your eyes for a moment, but not for long because you were soon startled by none other than Lando's voice.

"You decided to sleep under the sky tonight?" He asked making himself comfortable on the sofa next to you.

"No, I was just enjoying looking at it."

"With your eyes closed?" He mocked.

"What else do you want other than to disturb my peace?" You roll your eyes sitting up from the lying position.

"I was very hot, so I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come here to the pool to cool off" He says looking at the pool in front of you.

"It's like" You take a look at your phone to check the time. "Almost 1 a.m. and you're going to get in the pool now?"

"Yeah, wanna join me?" He smirks.

"No, thank you." You laugh rolling your eyes at him again.

He gets up from the sofa and begins to remove his shorts, leaving only his boxers on. You were a little embarrassed and you didn't expect him to start undressing in front of you, so you cleared your throat and looked away.

"C'mon, it's nothing you haven't seen before, y/n" He mocks seeing how flushed your cheeks got.

"I'm going to my room, you have fun" You say getting up and fixing your oversized t-shirt that served as your night gown.

"No, come on, stay, keep me company." He pleaded before stepping into the pool. "Please?"

It didn't take long for him to persuade you to stay, because you secretly wanted to, you just didn't want to admit it so you sat down on the edge of the pool dipping your feet into the water as you watched him slowly threw himself in. Diving under the water he swam closer to you.

"You enjoying yourself?" You ask paddling your feet.

"It would be even better if you jumped in with me" He says placing his hands on the edge on either side of you.

"Not a chance" You resist pushing him a little with your feet. He chuckles biting his lip and taking your foot in his hand pulling you to himself a little.

"Lando, don't you dare" You warn him when you feel yourself slide down a little.

"You're not wearing any shorts?" He asks tilting his head to the side to peek under your t-shirt. You gasp quickly closing your legs and pulling your shirt down.

"You're so inappropriate, get away from me" You push his chest with your feet pushing him away from yourself only for to swim back to you again.

"Did you have any fun these past three days?" He asked curiously.

"I did, I have always enjoyed spending time with your family. It was good to see everyone again."

"Even me?"

You stop and sigh softly at his question not wanting to look him in the eye. it still hurts, stings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to see him. You still love him after all, but you're still not sure if you want to forgive him.

"I'd rather not answer that"

He can't hide the hurt look in his eyes after your statement, but he also doesn't want to push you away from him by bringing certain topics up again.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but I had a talk with Mila today and she told me that I am all you talk about. She says it's getting too much even for her to listen to you" Lando being Lando, of course, turns everything into a joke just to lighten the mood. You can't help but burst out laughing at the nonsense that he was saying just to say something.

"There we go, that's the laugh I wanted to hear" You blush at his caring words hiding your face in your shoulder. He takes a risk and places his hands over your knees slowly pulling them apart to stand between them and you surprise both of you when you let him.

"Lando.." You sigh hesitantly when he slowly puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Please, let me" Before you could even ask him let you what?, he pulled you down into the pool with him. You gasped and your skin crawled as the slightly cold water soaked your t-shirt making it clung to your body.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" You were breathing rapidly trying to grab the edge to get out, but Lando pulled you by your waist closer to his body.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay"

"You're completely crazy" Your mouth complains, but your body responds differently to his touch especially when he moves one of his hands from your hip to your leg making them wrap around his torso.

"That's better" He says quietly glancing at your lips. You have to admit you feel a little uncomfortable, especially with his lips less than two centimeters away from yours. You haven't been this physically close to each other in over a year and you've almost forgotten what it feels like to feel his skin on yours. "It's just me" He whispers and it somehow calms you down when you remember that it's Lando, your Lando.

"Lando, you can't do this.." You say, but wrap your arms around his neck hiding your gaze in the crook of his neck. Your gesture encourages him so he hugs you tighter and gently kisses you on the cheek.

"Baby, I miss you so much" Your heart trembles at his choice of words. "I'm losing my mind without you" His voice breaks when you look at him and he moves your hair out of your face. Your fingers make gentle circular motions over the back of his head as you press your foreheads together.

"I swear only hope that one day you'll love me again keeps me sane" He continues.

"I've never even stopped" You quietly confess.

Even if he tried, he couldn't describe the feeling of hearing that from your mouth. He felt as if he had come alive again after such a long time.

He couldn't hold back anymore, everything in him was dying to feel you, to kiss you so he crashed his lips against yours and kissed you the way you kiss a person you love more than your life, but haven't been able to touch in more than a year.

You didn't even think about resisting anymore, you gave in and kissed him back with the same force. He walked with your legs still wrapped around him to the edge of the pool pressing against you with your back against it. His hands quickly slipped under your shirt exploring your body again after so long enjoying the sound of your moans.

"Please..please tell me that no one..has touched you..no one but me" His voice was quivering as he tried to get the question out to which he wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer to.

Lando was your first. First in everything basically. And he was so proud of it. He loved your innocence and the fact that no one had ever made you feel the way he did. You were all his and that's why he had a particularly strong protective feeling towards you. And he probably would lose his mind if he heard that someone else had touched something that only belonged to him.

"No one but you" You panted making him go feral.

His hands went under your butt gripping it before his fingertips moved your panties aside. He grinded his crotch into yours nibbling at the skin of your neck.

"Lan.." You moaned wanting more, but hating to ask for it. Luckily he knows your body like the back of his hand and knows what you need very well so he slipped his middle finger inside of you. One was soon replaced by two making you throw your head back giving him full access to bite and suck on your neck.

"Fuck.." He hissed as the aching feeling in his cock kicked in desperately needing to be touched. "Baby, I need to feel you or else I'm going to explode" He grunts.

"Let's get out of the pool, yeah? We can't fuck in here"

He lifted you up from the water sitting you onto the edge before getting out of the pool himself. You took off your wet shirt leaving yourself only in soaked panties and a bra. He looked you in from head to toe before pulling you to him and laying you down on the sofa hovering over you.

As he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung off you looked down at him with a slight concern in your gaze and he noticed it.

"What, baby? Is everything okay?" He asked leaning down to kiss you caressing your cheek.

"Yeah, it's just..it's been a while.." His gaze softened and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead to calm you down.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" He assured you. He pulled down your bra taking your tits out and attaching his lips around your nipples and with every passing second of him doing so you were getting wetter and wetter. He then took his cock in his hand rubbing his tip over your pussy up and down a few times hissing at the sensation.

He stopped at the center and felt you getting nervous as your breathing quickened. "It's alright, baby, I know you want this, I can feel how wet you are. I'll go slow, I promise."

He slowly pushed the tip in planting kisses along your jawline to distract you from the pain. He pushed a little further and you squeezed your eyes whimpering and holding your hands against his chest.

"It hurts Lan, it's too big.." You cried out trying to close your legs so he put his hand on your cheek gently caressing it. It took everything in him not to cum right away at you complimenting his length.

"Shh, I know, baby, but you have to let me in okay? We'll make it fit, yeah? Like we always used to" He cooed you pushing your legs further apart. "Just a little bit more and it's fully in. You can take it, love, I know you can."

Little by little and he pushed all of himself in staying still until you felt comfortable enough for him to move. "That's it, just like that, baby, always such a good girl for me" He was so impatient to fuck you, to cum all over or inside you it didn't matter to him, but he decided to take his time with you because he wanted you to feel good above everything else.

Once the pain was replaced by the feeling of pleasure, he started thrusting in deep and fast stretching you out in the way only he knew how. When you felt confident enough you wrapped your legs around his torso to push him even deeper.

"Does it feel good?" He asked and you nodded. "This reminds me so much of that time I fucked you on the couch in my parent's house."

"Ohh, Lando” You moaned.

"Where anybody could've walked in on us and see me pounding you from behind. Fuck, you have no idea how much this turns me on.." He groaned.

"I missed all of you, missed fucking you, feeling you squeeze my cock, playing with your pussy, oh" His words were coming out as broken sobs struggling to last as long as possible. "I feel you clenching are you almost there, love?"

"So close"

"Yeah? You're drenching my cock baby. You're so tight, fuck, I'm gonna cum in seconds."

"Ohh..yes yes, ahh"

"Oh shit baby.." Once he saw you slide you hand down to your clit and start playing with it, he lost it. His body shuddered, his cock twitched inside you and he came undone. He kept moving slowly until both of you rode out your orgasms.

When both of you came to your senses he started hugging you and kissing you as if you were going to run away every second. You leaned your head to the side and watched him smiling.

"So..does this mean you're mine again?" He asks tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

"It does not, but" You emphasize. "If you try a bit harder maybe you can change my mind"

"Understood. Let's get you cleaned up for round two then"

"Lando, that's not what I meant…”

[wintfleur]

𝓦ANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME

aka heather’s relationship with joe

━━━ ❛ ooh, you and me would be a big conversation

how did they meet?  they met in February of 2022. joe had heard from one of his teammates about how “amazing and warm” the new bakery ‘petals n pastries’ near their stadium was, and he knew he had to try it. they met through joe being a customer at the said bakery / flower shop. 

their first impressions? 

joe was already surprised when he walked into ‘petals n pastries’ the atmosphere was so comforting and warm, but when he saw her standing there behind the counter with the prettiest smile on her face as she talked to a customer, it was when he was really in awe. He couldn't help but smile when he talked to her, her smile was so infectious, he liked how friendly and sweet she was. And he really liked how passionate she was about her shop; it was obvious she loved what she was doing. 

heather of course immediately thought of how handsome he was – I mean can you blame her? But she really liked how polite and kind he was to her and her staff, he had a kind smile on his face and didn't rush them at all. She really just liked how sweet he was . . . finding him attractive as well, it was like instant butterflies for her. 

who fell first?  joe was the one to technically ‘fall’ first, looking back at it, it was like love at first sight for him. He had become a regular at ‘petals n pastries’ just so he could see her more (and because the pastries were amazing ofc) and form a friendship with her. 

first date?  heather had made him a personal small box of his favorite donuts, decorated with the Bengal's colors as a good luck for his upcoming game, and joe knew he couldn't wait anymore. He then asked her out on a date and thankfully she said yes, 2 days later joe picked heather up at her apartment. He knew how much heather liked being creative so he took her to this really cool place where they could paint and eat. The date was an amazing success, the night ending with joe walking her up to her door and making sure she got in safely. 

who asked who?  joe was the one to ask her to be his girlfriend after their third date. Joe had taken her out to a nice romantic candlelit dinner, where the two spent hours talking and sharing their foods, they were sat in a private corner of the restaurant, making it feel even more romantic and intimate. they were sharing a desert when joe asked her, and despite her slight nerves about getting into a relationship, she said yes! 

first kiss?  joe and heather had their first kiss during their second date, they were at ‘petals n pastries’ for a private date, doing some baking together. Joe was standing behind her, helping her roll out some dough, heather had tilted her head to look up at him, both of them pausing when they realized how close they really were. the tension was thick, and they didn't break eye contact as joe leaned down, pulling her into a sweet kiss. 

first ‘I love you’?  heather was the one to say ‘i love you’ first. heather had a key to joe’s home and decided to surprise him with making his favorite meal while he was having a game. the game ended with a bad loss, so joe was going back home all upset, not expecting to see his sunshine girlfriend in his kitchen cooking him an amazing dinner, the living room already set up for a movie night. Joe had asked her “you did this all for me?” and she smiled and said “i love you silly, of course i did” heather was kinda surprised that she said that, and she worried that she had said it too soon, but he just smiled and pulled her into a kiss, whispering “i love you too” 

did either of them try to hide their feelings?  heather tried to hide her feelings at first, she still was hesitant about getting in a relationship after how badly her last one ended. So, she didn't want to accept the fact that she in fact did like Joe, but the more time she spent with him, the harder it was for her to hide it. 

how did everyone find out and react? 

family + friends: heather told her parents, brothers and closest friends when they started dating, not being able to hide it from them, but her mom and her two closest friends, elora and sophie knew about joe before they started dating. Her family and friends were all very supportive, surprised and shocked but supportive! Joe told his mom about heather when they became friends, needing advice from her. He told his best friend ja’marr about heather a few days after he met her for the first time. But he (slowly) told the rest of his family, friends and teammates about her when they started dating. Joe's family and friends were also very supportive as well. 

the public: heather’s fans speculated that she was seeing someone, from the faceless pictures she would post of the same guy, and from the few times they heard a guy talking in the background of her YouTube pictures. But the public found out when pictures of them hugging and kissing after one of Joe's games went viral. Along with a video of him walking up to her, pulling her into a big hug, smiling at her before kissing her. there were a lot of happy fans, heather fans, nfl fans, and nhl fans! It was mostly positive but there was still a big amount of hate. Many articles were made about them. This happened at the start of the nfl season in 2023.

ꪆ୧  GENERAL DETAILS !

their tropes: sunshine protector joe! x sunshine heather!, nerd bf x nerd gf, soulmates, mutual pining, he fell first x she fell harder, cook gf! x eater bf!, introvert bf! x extrovert gf! 

love languages: 

joe’s: words of affirmation, acts of service, physical touch 

heather’s: physical touch, gift giving, quality time 

pet names: 

joe’s for heather: princess, honey, petal, doll, babygirl, my girl 

heather’s for joe: baby, my love, sweetie, joey, handsome 

their favorite sleep position: 

joe’s: joe doesn't really have a favorite position, as long as he's holding heather in some way and she's sleeping well, he's happy! 

heather’s: doesn't really have one, as long as she's touching joe in a way and he's comfortable, she's happy! 

songs that describe them: 

die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars 

you're all i want - cigarettes after sex 

had me @ hello - olivia holt & luke benward 

i see the light - mandy moore & zachary levi

close to you - gracie abrams

real love baby - father john misty 

wildest dreams - taylor swift 

no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys 

nights like this - the kid laroi 

in between - gracie abrams

contact names: 

joe’s for heather: joey 🤍

heather’s for joe: heather 🌷

contact photos:

joe’s for heather: heather chose a picture of joe that always makes her happy when she sees it, heather had taken the picture of joe when they were visiting her family. Her brother luke and joe were making fun of her twin brother Jack's poor taste in sunglasses. 

heather’s for joe: joe chose a picture of heather hugging the big stuffed bunny he got her for Valentine's Day. he loves how cute she looks, and he thinks it's fitting because he likes to tease her by calling her bunny sometimes. 

lockscreens:

heather’s: is a picture of joe when they were flying, heather of course had to take a picture of him because he looked soo fine. It's one of her favorite pictures of him! 

joe’s: is a picture of heather when they went on vacation together at Disneyland resort, it's one of his favorite pictures of her and he just has amazing memories of their trip. 

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

cuddling on the couch with their cat 

getting cuteness aggression

watching shoes / movies 

date nights

cooking / baking together 

shopping 

matching jewelry 

working out together 

playing piano 

pulling each other close in crowds

pulling each other close by their belt loops 

chasing each other's lips after pulling away from a kiss 

always holding hands, or touching in a way 

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

joe went into ‘petals n pastries’ around 4 times before he got the courage to ask for her number. And when he did get her number, they talked for 2 weeks before he asked her on a date. 

joe is very protective of heather, and their relationship in general. He is very quick to shut down any rude and disrespectful questions about her and their relationship. 

heather moved into joe’s home in january of 2023. joe had given her a key for christmas, asking her to move in with him. 

joe and heather adopted a male cat named snoopy when they started living together. 

they started dating august of 2022, making their anniversary august 18th. 

joe wanted to keep their relationship a secret from the public as long as they could, not wanting to put her in the eyes of reporters, haters, and parasocial fans. All he wants is to protect her.  

joe gets along very well with Heather's family, they love him and he loves them. they are so welcoming and supportive. Joe’s family also love heather, they find her so darling and they love to tease joe on when he's going to purpose, wanting her to be a burrow. 

heather used to have a terrible sleep schedule before she moved in with joe, when they started dating it got a little better? But now it's more healthy! 

joe has been teasingly called a ‘mama bear’ a few times from how protective and worried he is about heather, it’s not in an overbearing way, he just really loves her. 

they both have a habit of rambling/ranting on topics they are passionate about, it's mostly heather who can just go on and on, and joe just watches and listens to her with a smile on his lips, he swears he falls more in love with her every time. 

heather loves teaching joe about hockey, while he teaches her about football. 

joe is a little, okay way more than a little obsessed with their height difference, he loves using it to his advantage, finding new ways to tease her….

joe lives off making heather flustered, he loves seeing her blush and get all shy by the things he says or does. She gets all shy and stumbles over her words, avoiding eye contact with him. 

heather has a great relationship with joe’s friends and teammates, she’s the closest with ja’marr! 

the three of them love going out and doing things together, heather and ja’marr are definitely a chaotic duo, always getting into mischief. joe sometimes feels like he's supervising them when they go out, making sure they don’t get in trouble. 

joe also has a great relationship with heathers closest friends, mostly elora and sophie because they also live in Cincinnati. 

joe loves to surprise Heather at work, bringing her lunch so they can eat together or just to simply see her. A few of heathers elderly female regulars absolutely adore joe, they love teasing the sweet couple. 

heather is also very protective of joe (which he finds adorable and loves) not just of his physical but also his emotions and mental. She tries her best to not let him see any negativity, and she helps as much as she can to help him relax and let his emotions take a break. 

She worries a lot ... .not in an overbearing way, she just doesnt want Joe to get hurt again. 

Joe likes to call her ‘his little nurse’ with how good she takes care of him. 

heather was a little nervous at first moving in with joe, but she's so happy she did.  And joe is too, for the longest time it was just a house for him, but now it really feels like a home. 

heather loves going to joe’s games, sitting with the other wags. 

they are each other’s biggest supporters! They are so proud of each other. 

joe loves to spoil heather (and snoopy) , always buying her gifts and new baking supplies, taking her on trips etc. 

they love their date nights very much, enjoying trying new activities together! 

they love going out on dates, but they also really just love staying at home together, watching movies, playing board games, doing puzzles, coloring, baking etc. 

they love hosting little get-togethers at their home, joe finds it cute how excited heather gets at planning it. 

joe loves when heather sings, he wants to listen to her sing for the rest of their lives. 

they both have a very high sex drive 

joe being the dom while heather is the sub 

they are a very touchy couple; they love being close. 

they are a very domestic couple; their small family is them and their cat! 

they are very good at communicating, and even though they are very close and love spending time together, they both know how important it is to have some personal time. 

joe normally wakes up earlier than heather, giving her a few kisses and telling her he loves her before going to work out, practice etc. 

heather loves cooking and baking for joe, always trying new recipes that are the best for his diet. 

joe does have a chef for them, but it's mostly during the nfl season. 

heather is joe’s passenger princess

heather is always on joe’s mind, and everyone can tell. 

joe always follows the sidewalk rule

they love cuddling on the couch as they watch football games, and heather always asks the same questions almost every time they watch a game, and it makes joe so happy. 

they truly are each other's soulmate

have done a few interviews together

joe has made some appearances on her YouTube channel 

they are so in touch with each other, knowing how they feel and what they are thinking without even having to talk. 

ꪆ୧ POSTS N MORE ! 

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🎵: here comes the sun - the beatles

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[pretty-little-mind33]

Ice hockey!James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James tries to teach you how to Ice Skate — in the same universe as Dear Reader

Genre: Fluff, smidge of hurt and comfort

Warnings: muggle au, swearing, James is an asshole sometimes, arguments, jealousy, insecurities

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

James Potter can be a complete prick. He never means to, not really, but he can be.

You had told him you'd never been ice skating, and he had been visibly appalled. "You're dating a hockey player and you've never been skating?" he'd reprimanded, as if dating him was your one mission in life.

You'd rolled your eyes for the fifth time that day, already annoyed by his attitude, but as he ties the laces of your skates now—his shaggy dark hair falling in front of his eyes—you hide a smile.

He looks up, patting your skates, and grins. "There you go, all done," he stands and pulls you up with him. You wobble shakily on the blades, and James smiles at you fondly. A few of his friends chuckle as you hold onto his arm as he moves towards the rink.

"Honey, don't bend your ankles," he says.

You shoot him a glare. "I'm not doing it on purpose," you say, continuing to hide a smile as you hold onto him tighter, "prick." James laughs as he gently guides you out onto the rink.

The very moment your blades hit the ice, your balance becomes all wonky, and you panic, almost sliding from under James's arms. It's his turn to hide a smile as he pulls you up and glides effortlessly in front of you.

He takes your hands and slowly skates backwards as he looks down at your skates. "Okay, don't you worry, darlin', I won't let you fall," he turns to watch as his friends step onto the ice easily, "Here, look at how Lils does it."

Lily Evans skates next to you, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders, and you watch her. She looks so elegant, and jealousy sits in your stomach. You try to mimic her movements for a while with James being as patient as ever.

Occasionally, he catches you a few times so you don't fall, and you feel hopeless at this. You feel even more helpless when James's teammates and friends call out to him and ask him to skate with them.

They tease him, and he turns to them with a smirk, holding your hands, but you know he wants to join them. "You can go, Jamie, I'll be okay," you say, and you mean it. James looks unsure.

Lily adds, "I'll watch over her, Potter."

Finally, James nods and skates over to his friends. He wraps his arms around them as they act like little schoolboys on the playground. You're truly fine with James having his fun, and anyway, you don't have time to worry about him as you almost trip on your blades, and Lily catches your arm.

It feels like hours pass as your feet start to ache. You've gained a little more confidence and have moved away from the wall, but you still grip onto Lily's hand as she skates with you.

Sometimes, James sneaks up on you to twirl you around. When he does this, you smack his chest as you steady yourself and warn him not to do that again. He didn't listen, and by the third time, it wasn't funny anymore.

You really, really didn't want to fall.

Suddenly, you hear laughter before large hands grip your waist and scoop you up, higher than the previous times. James's laughter drowns out Lily's protest as you squeal. Your boyfriend turns you around, and with a little too much momentum, drops you on the ice again.

You gasp as your feet slide under him, and his smile disappears as you crash to the ground. James spreads his legs so he doesn't hit you with his blades, and you slip forward, almost crashing into the wall behind him. You hear amused laughter from James's friends.

"Shit, are you okay?" James asks quickly, his voice small, as he skates up to you again and this time helps you up with gentler hands. Your own hands hurt from the ice, and your eyes water as you feel everyone staring at you.

It was embarrassing enough to be so bad at something so important to someone you love, but this was humiliating.

Luckily, you'd fallen close enough to the exit of the rink that you could grip the wall and pull yourself out. Quickly, James is behind you as he attempts to take your hand as you walk towards the bench. Your jeans are wet, and when you sit down, you wince from how much your ass hurts.

Silently, you start to unlace your skates as the tears fall. James kneels down and covers your hands with his as he tries to stop you. "Honey, I'm sorry," he says, but you just glare at him. If he had puppy ears, they would be fully laying on his head now.

"I asked you to stop," you sniff sadly and wipe at your tears, "Why didn't you listen?"

James's heart aches, "I'm sorry," he whispers again and looks at you sincerely. "I am so sorry. That was a jerk move, love. Please, come back out onto the rink," James is begging now, and you shake your head.

"No," you say. James looks crestfallen. You look up and see that his friends have gathered around the entrance to the rink and are staring at you both. That makes you feel worse as you drop your skates and slip on your sneakers. You don't even lace them as you stand and rush out to the car.

Tears sting your eyes when you remember you'd both taken James' car and it's locked. Hopelessly, you lean against the passenger door and bury your face in your hands. A few minutes later, you hear a familiar beep as James unlocks the car.

You look up. James is carrying his skates in his hand as he walks over. His friends aren't behind him, and you feel slightly shitty as he walks up, pops open the trunk, and slides his skates inside. He doesn't speak when he closes the trunk and comes over to you. He wraps you in his arms.

You melt into his touch, cheeks burning as you press your nose into his chest. James cups your cheeks. "I'm a prick. I'm sorry. You're allowed to be mad. You told me to stop, and I didn't listen to you," he says as he strokes your hair. "Can you forgive me, lovely?"

You pull away and look at your incredibly stupid, adorable boyfriend. You want to be madder than you are, but it's so hard to be cross with James when he's wrapped his strong arms around you.

You chew on your lip, "I just wanna be good at this—like all your friends," you confess, "I thought you would like me more if I was," you finish and look away.

James frowns and takes your chin in his hand again, "What did you just say?"

You continue to chew on your lip, "You'd like me more if I was. You'd take me on cute ice skating dates, and we'd look cute and—"

James cuts you off with a loud laugh. "What are you on about, Y/n?" he runs his thumb over your lip and then kisses your nose, "Your ice skating skills have nothing, and I mean, nothing to do with why I like you. Why I love you."

Your head snaps up at the words. I love you. You hadn't said I love you yet, and your heart starts pounding in your chest. "You love me?" you whisper, wanting confirmation.

You half expect James to backpedal, to become flustered and panicked, and make up some elaborate excuse as to how his brain had forced his mouth to utter words that sounded like I love you.

Instead, he nods and cups your cheek in his larger hand, "Mmhm," he smiles fondly, "I love you." You feel warmth spread in your stomach, and all your frustration towards him disappears.

You fully melt in his arms now. "I love you too," you say after a moment, and James's shoulders visibly relax.

"I was scared you weren't gonna say it," he mutters, sounding genuinely concerned. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his mouth anyways.

"You're an idiot," you tell him in between kisses, a wide smile on your face, "But you're my idiot."

Yes, James Potter can happen to act like a complete prick, but at the end of the day, that never matters because he's yours.

Your love.

The person you love the most and who loves you the most.

[catmiemy]

Not All Change Is Bad (Lia Wälti x Reader)

Summary: Now that you know Lia has feelings for you, you have to figure out where to go from there.

The next morning you woke up exhausted, only having managed to fall asleep for a few minutes at a time. You were weirdly relieved when you checked your phone and it was finally an acceptable time to get up.

A/N: Thanks to the long weekend I actually finished this second part already. You can find the first part here.

This got a bit longer than I thought and I didn't even include most of the fluff at the end that I already planned out. So potentially there could be a third part focused more on happiness with a bit of angst. Let me know if you'd liked to read that. :)

Nadine was still sleeping soundly, so you didn’t have to deal with her seeing the mess you were. You headed straight to the bathroom, annoyed with yourself when you saw how horrible you looked in the mirror. There were dark bags underneath your red eyes, spots all over your cheeks from rubbing away all the tears and your hair resembled a bird’s nest from all the tossing and turning you had done.

You quickly went to work to make yourself more presentable. The last thing you wanted was for Lia to feel guilty when she saw you. You would be damned if you made this any harder for her than it had to be, and if the only thing you could do was pretend you were okay you would do that.

In your noble quest you completely forgot to take into consideration that to Lia’s eyes it would seem like this whole situation hadn’t affected you at all. She almost burst into tears when she saw how put together you looked, the only thing saving her from it, was Ana pointing out all the signs that you were actually not fine that were right underneath the surface of your carefully crafted façade.

The whole camp felt like torture to you and more than once you wished it was finally over. But every time you did you remembered that at Arsenal you would still see Lia, who could barely look into your direction anymore and darted away whenever you were anywhere close to her, almost every day. And back home Jessica was waiting for you.

Your girlfriend and you still hadn’t talked or even texted, which wasn’t too uncommon on Jessica’s part after an argument. Her go to reaction was to completely ignore you, while you usually did everything to get your girlfriend to forgive you, sending long, heartfelt texts, buying her small gifts, apologizing over and over again. You had never questioned if this was okay or healthy, and you didn’t really question it now, you just didn’t have the energy to do it, so you didn’t.

Every once in a while you remembered how you had completely ignored her call after you had asked to talk that night and were hit by a pang of guilt. You should reach out to your girlfriend. And you also should talk to Lia, make things easier for her. You should be fine with all of this, you should communicate more and better, you shouldn’t let this distract you from football, you shouldn’t feel like hiding away for the rest of your life.

As the days passed you became increasingly frustrated with yourself and your inability to do any of the things you should do. The only thing you managed to do halfway decently was keep up appearances well enough. Sure, many of your teammates checked in with you, but they accepted your forced smile and your fake cheerfulness as you assured them that you were totally fine.

Ana was a different story. She tried to push a bit harder, but every time she did, you sent her right back to Lia. “Please just make sure she’s alright, yeah? I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me.”

This did nothing to stop your friend from worrying, nonetheless she always listened to your request, well aware that the only person you really felt comfortable opening up to was Lia. Therefore Ana could only hope that as time passed the two of you managed to find your way back to each other again, maybe even as more than best friends. She still held out hope that you actually returned Lia’s feelings and just needed a little longer to figure that out.

As much as you had often wished camp was over when it actually was and you were boarding the plane to take you back to London, you desperately wanted to stay. Going back home meant you could no longer ignore the whole situation with Jessica and how horrible you’d been acting. It took every ounce of your willpower to force your feet to take you into the plane.

Another thing you dreaded was spending the flight next to Lia, although a small part of you also clung to some hope that the forced proximity would do you good, give you a chance to talk. However as you found your seat all that hope was ripped from you, in the seat that should have been Lia’s sat Noelle, smiling at you sympathetically.

All you could do to avoid breaking down right then and there was to sink down in your seat and blast music into your ears. Thankfully Noelle got the hint and left you alone.

Throughout the flight you did your best to keep your mind occupied with doing at least three things simultaneously. Nevertheless, the closer you got to landing the more your anxiety spiked. Poor Noelle was probably getting annoyed by your constant leg bouncing and fidgeting. Not that the gentle woman would ever say anything.

At the airport when you were slowly heading to the exit to catch a cab back to your apartment you were suddenly stopped by Lia’s voice, “Y/N, wait!”

With a racing heart you stopped in your tracks, turning to face your best friend. Although were you even allowed to call her that anymore?

Lia approached you with a worried face, picking at her cuticles, a clear indication to you that she was nervous. This hurt; you never wanted to get to a place where she was nervous to talk to you.

“I know things are weird between us right now and I really want to move past it, I just don’t know how yet. But…I still wanted to check in. Are you okay to go home? I know you left things with Jessica in a weird place and you looked almost scared on the plane and no matter where we stand I’m still always here for you,” Lia rushed out.

Your heart cracked and all the tears you had held back on this day so far gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision. How very Lia of her to still worry about you and ignore her own emotions and insecurities to make sure you were okay when you were the reason she was so miserable. 

You shook your head and blinked harshly to chase away the tears, then you plastered a what you hoped to be reassuring smile on your face.

“That’s very sweet of you, but please don’t worry about me, I’m totally fine, and after all these years I know how to deal with Jessica.”

Pain flashed in Lia’s eyes and you kicked yourself for bringing up how long you had been with your girlfriend. Way to hurt her more!

She smiled back at you and you could only hope that your smile had been more convincing than hers. “Okay, but never forget that I’m still always here for you.”

And with a goodbye Lia walked away from you, leaving you with an aching heart. Now that you had spoken with her again, it was even more painful to go back to this weird place of not talking. You wanted to run after her, share a ride like you normally did, and maybe hide out at her apartment for the rest of your life so you never had to deal with Jessica.

In front of the door to the apartment Jessica and you shared you took a moment to hype yourself up. You could do this, you had done this about a million times. Maybe it had never been this bad, but you would just have to grovel a little more.

You entered the apartment, calling out to your girlfriend. Just as you expected you didn’t get a response. Maybe she wasn’t home! Even if that would only postpone the argument for a little while, you still wanted it to be true.

Sadly you were out of luck. You quickly found Jessica sitting on the couch, staring at her phone and completely ignoring your presence.

“Hi,” you greeted her awkwardly, your girlfriend still not showing any signs of having noticed you. “Look I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the phone and haven’t reached out since. This camp has been absolutely crazy.”

It was a weak explanation, and definitely not enough to get Jessica to acknowledge you again. To even have any hope of getting there you would need to apologize and beg. However when you were searching for the right words, you realized that you didn’t want to do it this time. You were tired of these same old patterns that always left you feeling like you weren’t good enough.

You weren’t someone that got mad often, but now you could feel all the suppressed feelings inside of you rapidly turning into anger.

“Can you just cut this crap out and talk to me like an equal human being?” You snapped at Jessica.

At least you succeeded in getting a reaction. She dropped her phone, turning to you, the surprise on her face quickly morphing into anger just as intense as your own.

“Excuse me?! Who has been ignoring me for the last ten days after not picking up the phone when it was you who suggested we talk that night? I think I have every right to be angry,” Jessica yelled back at you.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be angry, but acting as if I’m air is just plain childish! I said I was sorry and I also said that things have been crazy, but apparently you don’t care about that.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Okay then, what crazy thing happened that stopped you from contacting me at all? Did the monster under the bed steal your phone? Or did aliens project a force field around your camp, stopping all electronic devices from working?”

Her mocking only made you angrier, so without thinking about it if it was wise to reveal this to Jessica, you told her about learning of Lia’s feelings for you.

After that all hell broke loose, everything the two of you had kept inside for way too long spilling out in hurtful words, ending in a scream match that had neither of you even hearing what the other was saying anymore.

In the end it was you who said the fateful words, “I think it’s high time that we break up! Well it was probably high time years ago and we were just too stuck to notice.

“No, I don’t accept that! You don’t break up with me, I’m breaking up with you,” Jessica retorted.

By now most of the anger had drained from your body, you just shrugged your shoulders. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

Once you were out of the apartment you just started walking; the entire palette of negative emotions fighting for the lead inside of you. Before too long you found yourself standing in front of Lia’s little house. Just the sight of the familiar building that had been your refuge so often in the past was enough to break down the emotional barriers you had carefully constructed over the last couple of weeks, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Lia had said you could still come over if something happened. So despite feeling more than a little unsure about it, you walked up to the front door and knocked. You needed her right now and if she would send you away you didn’t know if you could deal with it.

Of course there was no reason to worry, Lia didn’t miss a bit, ushering you into her apartment and holding you tightly while you cried your eyes out. You weren’t coherent enough to explain what had happened, but from the bits and pieces you managed to get out, she got the gist of it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind was some immense guilt for making Lia take care of you after everything, however it was drowned out by how safe you felt in your best friend’s arms. You wanted to stay there for the rest of your life, blocking out the rest of the world.

After your crying session you were hit by a wave of extreme tiredness, your eyes fluttering shut every so often. Lia gently massaged the back of your scalp, knowing you were prone to tenseness there, and it was making you even sleepier.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” She offered.

.

You should refuse, you should pull yourself together and leave Lia be, maybe call Leah to come over and check up on her after you had once again dumped your emotions all over her. You should be a better person and do that, instead you mumbled, “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

The two of you got ready for bed. Lia insisted on it, you would have happily stayed on the couch in your regular clothes without brushing your teeth if it meant you didn’t have to move. There wasn’t any need for using a spare toothbrush or borrowing some clothes from Lia, you had left this kind of stuff here ages ago. It was just easier this way with all the impromptu sleepovers you had.

The two of you lay down on your respective sides of the bed, facing each other like you usually did to exchange some whispered words before falling asleep. You were already half asleep, not alert enough to stop yourself from mumbling, “I really really missed you, Schätzi. So stupid of me not to realize I also have feelings for you.”

You drifted off to sleep immediately afterwards, completely missing the way Lia went rigid as she heard your words, an onslaught of different emotions hitting her. The hardest one to deal with was the renewed hope she had mostly buried long ago. For years she had dreamt of you telling her that you felt the same way, she had played out hundreds of different scenarios of how it might happen. And Lia thought it would make her the happiest person on the planet.

However now that you had said the words, she was just scared. Scared that you didn’t really mean it, scared that you were merely confused by the emotional rollercoaster you were going through, scared that you were only clinging to her because Lia was familiar and comforting.

When you woke up the next morning the bed next to you was empty. For one blissful nanosecond you thought this was just a normal sleepover until all the memories hit you with full force. Shame and guilt began eating at you for putting Lia in this position, not only had you shown up here and made her comfort you after your breakup, you had also blurted out that you too have feelings for her at the most inappropriate time possible.

Not that it wasn’t true. The realization had been simmering underneath the surface for a while, not something that you were ready to acknowledge yet, but now that you had, there was no doubt left in your mind. So that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that it absolutely been the wrong moment to say it.

With a rapidly beating heart you finally got out of bed, determined to find Lia and apologize. You found her in the kitchen, staring into her cup of coffee. She looked dead tired, almost slumping onto the table. This only made you feel even guiltier. No doubt had your careless words cost your best friend some sleep.

Despite everything Lia still offered you a weak smile and got up to get you a cup of coffee. You tried to protest, but she simply waved away your words. Lia never trusted you to make your own coffee; she knew you had a tendency to make it too strong which then in turn made you a little hyper. 

“I’m sorry,” you said at the same time as your best friend stated, “There are some things I need to say.”

You nodded, gesturing at Lia to continue talking; she deserved to go first and get everything she wanted off her chest.

The brunette took a deep breath and when she began talking it sounded rehearsed, making you wonder how early she had gotten up to prepare and practice this whole speech. “I thought about all this for a long time and as much as I want to be the one to support you through this breakup, I don’t think I can.”

“What you said yesterday before falling asleep…It was everything I’ve wanted to hear for the longest time, but I think it’s important that you take your time to figure things out and make sure that you actually mean it.”

You opened your mouth to assure Lia that you did, how could you not? But one pleading look from her was enough to shut you up. She wasn’t ready to hear it; nothing you could say would make Lia fully believe it.

“So let’s just take some time, yeah? This way you can work through your breakup and everything else,” the brunette concluded.

Once again you nodded, even if it wasn’t what you wanted at all. You totally understood Lia’s request for some time apart and you would give her as much as she needed. After all she had apparently been waiting for you for years, so this was the least you could do.

“I don’t want to kick you out, but I really believe this is what’s best for us in the long run. But I can help you call one of our teammates so you can stay with them if you don’t want to go home?” Lia offered.

She was clearly conflicted about this course of action, still worrying about you. Therefore you quickly shook your head, reassuring the midfielder that you were fine and already had a plan. “Please don’t worry about me,” you told Lia more than once.

However the fact that you got up after saying this and walked towards the front door still in your pajamas definitely didn’t help your case.

“You know you can get dressed and even take a shower first,” Lia said, trying to keep her voice light and joking, when in reality your confusion scared her. Would you really be okay?

After taking a swift shower you felt a little more like yourself and managed to convince Lia that you wouldn’t walk right into a disaster if she let you out of her sight.

Saying goodbye was awkward, both of you looking at each other, unsure what to do. You longed to hug your best friend, but you didn’t think that would be welcome right now, so you merely waved at Lia lamely and told her you would see her at training.

During your shower you had come up with a plan; you waited until you were sure Jessica would have left for work, then you went to the apartment and packed a bg. All of your teammates would have happily let you stay with them, but you didn’t feel comfortable going to any of them, so instead you headed to a nearby hotel.

The moment you closed the door of your hotel room behind you, you sank to the floor, breaking down completely. You had thought you had cried yourself all out last night, but apparently there was an inexhaustible fountain of fresh tears somewhere inside of you.

That’s how you spent the rest your day, crying in various places. At some point you moved from the door to the bed, staying there until you had to go to the bathroom, crying on the floor leaning against the bathtub for a good while.

It was a small mercy that you feel asleep pretty early, exhausted from all the crying and from beating yourself up mentally. You were so angry at yourself for how you had treated both Lia and Jessica, you should have been better!

The next morning you felt like you had a hangover, your head pounding. However at least you were in control of your waterworks again, so you were hopeful you wouldn’t start crying during training. After another shower and a quick breakfast you felt a little better, confident in your ability to pretend to be a normal human being for as long as you needed.

And that’s what you did, not only that day but also the following ones. You acted throughout the day like you were fine, when someone asked you how you were, you stated time and time again that you were fine, no matter how much anyone could see that you weren’t.

The biggest challenge to your composure were the sad looks Lia kept sending your way when she thought you didn’t notice. It hurt you on a visceral level that you were the reason she was so miserable. In reality that wasn’t why Lia continued to look at you like this, it wasn’t because you had made her unhappy, but because she hated to see you take so little care of yourself and quietly falling apart in front of her eyes.

Every day as soon as you could you would go home, declining every invite to hangout from your teammates, because as soon as you stumbled into your hotel room, the tears returned, and all you could do for the rest of the day, was lay in bed, cry and berate yourself.

How had you been so stupid and not noticed Lia’s feeling for you? Why were you so weak and pathetic and ran right to her side after your breakup when you knew this would only make it more difficult for her? Furthermore you also felt horrible for how you had left things with Jessica. Sure, your relationship hadn’t been good for a while, but she deserved more from you!

About a week later you were once again laying in your hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, hating on yourself when your phone rang. You planned to ignore it, like you had been doing for the most part lately, but it kept on ringing again and again. With a deep sigh you picked up without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello,” you croaked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Y/N where the hell are you?!” Ana almost shouted.

Confused you started at the phone. “What?”

“Where are you?” Ana repeated a little slower, “I know you aren’t at home because the lovely Jessica told me as much and after doing some inquires I also know you aren’t with any of your teammates, so where are you?”

All of this could only mean one thing, Ana was in London and you really weren’t prepared to give up your plan of wallowing in misery to face her.

“I’m at a hotel. Happy? Now go and see Lia, I think she could use a friend,“ you replied, praying that this was enough to satisfy Ana.

You should have known that it wasn’t and you also should have known that your friend would figure out the only way to get you to tell her your location.

“You better tell me right now where you are or I’m calling Lia and tell her that you’re hiding out all alone in a hotel,” Ana threatened.

“Ugh fine,” you huffed angrily, letting her know what hotel you were staying at and your room number. Then you hung up the phone without as much as saying goodbye. If Ana was going to be like this, you sure as hell weren’t going to be polite.

You used the time you had until Ana’s arrival to make yourself look a little more presentable. It only worked semi-decently and the traces of your most recent breakdown were still very much visible on your face when you heard the dreaded knock.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana sighed when she laid eyes on you, guiding you carefully over to the bed and basically pulling you into her lap.

To your great annoyance the tears took this as an invitation to start falling again right away, and it took a good while for them to stop.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Ana asked you gently once you had calmed down.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m doing my best to give Lia the time she needs,” you explained.

Ana tilted her head to the side, studying you intently. “Time for what exactly?”

“To get over my stupid behavior, to figure out if she still wants to be with someone as horrible as me, to heal all the parts of her heart that I’ve hurt. Take your pick,” you replied, the anger for yourself making your voice harsh, almost hateful.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana said once again, reaching over to tuck a strand of her behind your ear. “You’re being way too hard on yourself, just because you didn’t handle everything perfectly and made some mistakes along the way doesn’t mean that you’re a bad person”

“And I can tell you that that’s not what Lia is thinking at all. She didn’t propose this time apart because she needs to figure things out. She knows exactly what she wants, she has known for years. You on the other hand just got out of very long term relationship. Lia wants you to take enough time to deal with that and process your feelings before you jump into something new. She’s waiting for you to be ready and at this rate you’re never going to be. You can’t just ignore everything, Y/N!”

It took a lot more reassuring on Ana’s part until you could even begin to believe her. Thankfully your friend was very patient and kept telling you the same things over and over again until a small seed of hope was planted inside of you.

She didn’t leave it at that though, Ana also helped you make a list of things you could do over the next few weeks to help you process everything. Journaling was on the top of the list, as ws eating regular meals and not spending too much time in bed. Furthermore you vowed to contact Jessica and figure out how to proceed with your shared apartment, and on Ana’s insistence you promised to talk to your teammates more and spend time with them instead of holing up by yourself all the time.

You actually followed this list meticulously, and made sure to give Ana regular updates. Especially once you got the sneaking suspicion that she in turn informed Lia how you were doing because the midfielder looked more and more relaxed every day. The first time she smiled at you again your heart skipped a beat and you felt like a lovesick teenager. Then slowly Lia stopped keeping her distance, you still didn’t talk just the two of you but being part of the same group conversation became a regular occurrence.

After about three weeks you gathered all your courage and decided to ask Lia if she wanted to have coffee. It was a weird feeling that something that used to be the most mundane thing ever made you want to jump out of your skin. Doubts were flying around your mind as you walked towards Lia. The big smile that appeared on her face as she saw you definitely helped to make you feel a little calmer.

“Do you want to get coffee?“ You blurted out, mentally face palming at your lack of eloquence.

Lia chuckled, finding exactly this awkwardness endearing. „Yeah, I’d love to,“ she replied to your relief.

After training you met up at a coffee shop you had gone to a million times in the past, but this time felt entirely different, you might as well have been on another planet.

Once the two of you had found some seats and ordered your beverages, Lia looked at you expectantly. You had this all planned out, but now your mind was completely blank and you couldn’t think of a single thing you wanted to say.

Dejected you buried your face in your hands. “Man I’m so bad at this. Sorry, Lia!” You moaned.

Lia gently tugged your finger away from your face, holding on a little longer than necessary. “This isn’t a test, Y/N, just start with why you asked me out for coffee and then we’ll go from there. I don’t expect a perfectly rehearsed speech.”

You did expect that from yourself though because you knew Lia would have been able to deliver one. Sadly you were once again a disappointment to yourself, so there was nothing else to do than follow Lia’s advice.

“I guess the main reason is that I missed you. So much that it’s sometimes difficult to breath and if there’s one thing I know for sure by now it’s that I can’t imagine a future that you’re not part of. I can’t believe how stupid I was not to realize that ages ago.”

At this Lia huffed unhappily, she didn’t like the way you put yourself down at all. Despite this she didn’t interject, she didn’t want to stop your flow of words, knowing how hard it would be for you to get back into the mindset of sharing so freely, even with her.

“So often I was happy to get out of the apartment Jessica and I shared to spend time with you. When something good happened or well I guess also something bad you were always the first person I wanted to share it with. Nothing makes me happier than to see you happy and when you smile at me my entire world lights up. I can’t believe that I didn’t realize that you’ve been more than my best friend for the longest time.”

“And I know three weeks probably doesn’t seem like enough time to get over such a long relationship, but the truth is I’ve been finished with that relationship for a long time, and I think so has Jessica. We just stayed together out of habit. And don’t get me wrong, there’s still some things I need to do, like have a long and honest conversation with her, but I really want you back in my life. I completely understand though if you’re not ready. That’s totally valid of course…”

You would have continued to ramble if Lia hadn’t stopped you by gently pressing a finger to your lips, her eyes shining with love and warmth.

“I think we’re ready for that too. Not start a relationship right away, I need more time before that and I think you do too, but just things like this. Spend time together, hang out, slowly figure out together how our new normal is going to look like. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” you responded.

Not too long ago you had lain in a hotel bed in Switzerland scared because things between you and Lia would never be the same again, now you were filled to the brim with happiness and hope because things would never be the same again. Just the thought of how your relationship with Lia was going to look like made you feel excited. It was everything you’d never dared to dream of.

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Speak now

James Potter x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Fluff and a tiny bit of Angst. Arranged Marriage

CW: Forced Marriage, Familiar problems, talks about blood purity and blood traitors. Breaking into a weddig idk.

Word count: 2.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection 

“So don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.

Don't wait, or say a single vow. You need to hear me out”

When you were younger you saw a fair amount of weddings. They were always presented to you as big emotional events in which two people promised eternal love to each other. 

Even when you didn't know anything about love as a kid, it was no wonder that you yearned to have your own wedding once you grew up. It was a dream to have your own white dress, a beautifully decorated venue and a partner you loved so deeply you’d be willing to spend your whole life with them. 

Looking back maybe you should’ve known better. The first sign should’ve been your surname. A Malfoy has expectations they have to meet, keeping the bloodline pure, for starters. 

The second one should’ve been your parents’ loveless marriage, when you were younger you used to wonder why they’d married at all, now it was quite obvious. 

The third and most evident should’ve been when Andromeda Black was disowned. At that time you didn’t truly understand what that entailed, and why it was such a hassle that she wanted to get married. Now you understood that the problem was not the wedding, if not the groom. 

All your fantasies about the commonly named ‘Big day’ were completely shattered when your 18th birthday came, and with it a letter from your parents which contained the name of your soon to be husband. You tried to fight it, which only made your parents move the date of the wedding forward and get you out of Hogwarts, your education didn’t matter anymore to them now that your future as a housewife was inevitable. And being away from Hogwarts also meant being away from the ‘bad influences’ in your life. 

Now the corset of your white dress was suffocating, you felt trapped. Looking at the mirror was like looking at someone else. The girl with lifeless eyes and heavy make-up that couldn’t hide her eyebags was supposed to be you, yet it felt like a perfectly modelated version of yourself, made to impress the high class families attending the wedding. 

Narcissa’s gentle hands were bradding your hair, finishing your look before the wedding. Usually her presence was able to calm you down. Ever since she married your older brother, Lucius, her presence was regular in family gatherings and you’ve always felt some kind of kinship with her, seeking shelter on her whenever the phony and pompous encounters became too overwhelming.

You could attribute your shifted feelings towards her to the fact that she was unknowingly preparing you for eternal misery, or maybe because she was replacing the ones who you would’ve chosen as bridesmaids - there was no place for muggleborns in an event celebrating the union of two pureblood heirs -. Or even because it was her little cousin the one you were to wed. 

“You look beautiful” said Narcissa once she was done with your hair. 

You nodded and gave her a small thank you. However, you disagreed completely, the girl she was looking at was not you, it was your parent’s perfect daughter. 

“You do look lovely, father and mother are going to be delighted” your brother’s voice came from the door, where he was leaning on. “I brought you some company” he gestured behind him. 

Pandora and Dorcas stormed into the room, the former embracing you into a tight hug when they spotted you. Lucius and Narcissa left the room. 

“How are you holding up?” Pandora asked as soon as the door closed behind Lucius and Narcissa. Her arms were still holding you tightly, Dorcas standing behind her. 

You shrugged at her, not being able to talk due the knot in your throat and the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror. 

Pandora stepped out of the hug and stood next to Dorcas, who had yet to speak. 

“Evan and Barty are with Regulus, I swear I never thought I would see him in a tux” said Dorcas, trying to make conversation. The thought of Regulus being in the same situation as you didn’t make you feel better, the knot in your throat was getting tighther by the second. You promised to yourself you wouldn’t cry anymore, to be honest you thought you had run out of tears days ago. 

“Sirius is here too” Pandora was trying to distract you from the wedding. If she was being honest with herself there was nothing they could do to make you feel better. But maybe knowing that your best friend was out there could help a little. 

That made you finally look away from the mirror, a small wave of hope cursing through you. If Sirius was here it meant that James could be too. In the eyes of your family his family’s name was not good enough for yours, but maybe it was enough for him to be a guest. 

Maybe it was selfish to wish for him to be there when you knew how much it would hurt him, but you needed to talk to him, he was the only one who could actually comfort you right now, the only presence that would make everything feel normal again. You yearned to feel his touch against your skin and his lips against yours, even if it was for one last time, as a farewell. 

“Is he… Is James here?” you spoke for the first time. 

The answer was clear in the pitiful look they gave you even before Pandora replied with a soft ‘no’. 

You don’t know what did it, if the look in the faces of your friends or the fact that you would never see James again, but tears started rolling down your face. In seconds you were being embraced by Pandora again, and Dorcas’ hand was wiping away your tears. 

“It’s okay, you are going to be okay” Pandora didn’t believe her own words, but there was little she could do to calm you down and you both knew it. 

There was a knock on the door and your dad’s voice came from the other side “Y/N, it’s time” 

Pandora gave you a squeeze before letting you go from the hug. They both left the room, not without giving you a forced smile. 

“Oh, merlin” you said to yourself as soon as you were left alone, going back to the mirror, you wiped the few tears that were left on your face, and tried to fix the smudged make-up around your eyes with your fingers. You didn’t want to give your parents the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected you. 

Once you looked mildly presentable again you exited the room. Your father was waiting for you and he offered you his arm to lead you towards the venue. 

You could see the whole venue from the end of the aisle. The green and black motives contrasted beatifully with the white flowers decorating the aisle and the top of the altar. The guests were placed in black chairs at both ends of the aisle. 

You weren’t brave enough to lift your glaze from the ground, knowning that you wouldn’t see the love of your life waiting for you as you had dreamt since you were a kid. The heavy veil of your dress made your steps slow and lethargic. 

It was not until you were halfway down the aisle that you gathered enough courage to finally look at the man in front of you. Instead of the boy with unruly curly brown hair and eyes filled with love, there standing was Regulus, his black hair slicked back and eyes drowned by the same defeated look you wore. 

Once you reached his side everything went in a blur, all you remember is him taking your hands into his and the officiant talking. 

“If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace” 

You were really going insane because you swore you saw James standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a tuxedo and with his hand up in the air. 

“I oppose!” His voice was loud and clear, your eyes widened. 

All the guests' eyes went to his figure and several surprised gasps were heard. Maybe you were not hallucinating. 

───✥───

If Fleamont Potter ever found out how James was using his inherited cloak of invisivility he’d be horrified, or maybe oddly proud of his son. 

Not even James thought he would ever sneak into a highly patrolled wedding on a common Tuesday, but honestly if someone had told him a year ago he’d be doing this he wouldn’t be surprised. 

Sneaking in a wedding filled with pureblood families and slytherin students was the perfect setup for a Marauders prank. However, what would have surprised him would’ve been the reason for interrupting a white veil occasion. Dating a Malfoy was something he hadn’t expected to ever do, but you had gotten past all his defenses with your kind and bright personality that proved to be so different from your family’s pretentious ways. 

Therefore, he was now standing on the aisle you had walked minutes ago. He had a perfect view of you and Regulus from his stance, your white dress was gorgeous, and your hair was neatly done. If it weren’t for your puffy and bloodshot eyes, and the obvious defeated look in your face, a look that had no place in a wedding, he could almost believe this was a normal marriage ceremony. 

When you had received the letter from your parents you had been inconsolable, and rightfully so. James had tried everything to stop the wedding, he even went as far as asking your parents for their blessing and to be the one you'd wed instead of the Black heir. Turned out to be useless as his family had been marked as blood traitors for eternity. 

But James isn't known for giving up easily, and the Marauders were not going to let an opportunity to cause havoc pass by. 

With the promise of being on his best behavior, Sirius had convinced his parents to attend the wedding as a guest, acting as a mole for his friends' plans. Remus and Lily were outside the venue with their ride home -a couple of broomsticks they borrowed from Hogwarts' supply closet. 

And the last part of the plan, and its success rested on James' shoulders. 

The preacher spoke 'Speak now or forever hold your peace' James smirked, that was his cue. It was on. 

James took off his invisibility cloak and without a single trace of shame or shyness in his voice James stated loudly "I oppose!"

James would've loved to stop for a moment to memorize the looks of complete horror in the faces of the guests, but he had to be fast and make total use of the element of surprise. 

Without hesitation James sprinted towards the altar. He could see the way your brother had stood up and pointed his wand at him, his spell being intercepted by Sirius' expelliarmus spell. 

As soon as James made it to the altar chaos erupted from everyone in the venue, he could make out the shouts of your parents and some spells that were being intercepted by yours and James' friends. 

At the sight of James Regulus let your hands go, he raised his arms in defeat and left the altar without much hassle. 

"Gentleman" James greeted Regulus' groomsmen, Barty and Evan who were just as stunned as everyone, all they could do was nod in acknowledgement to James, not even trying to interfere. 

"Hi, love" he was finally looking at you, your eyes were wide with surprise and tears were gathered in your waterline. James took your hands in one of his and the other was raised to stroke your cheek. 

“James what- how-” you were completely astonished, and unable to formulate a single phrase. You knew your boyfriend loved you, and the lengths he would go to prove it, but you would have never guessed he’d be willing to break into your wedding ceremony. He was always proving you wrong. 

“Hey Peter, mate, it’s your moment to shine” Following james’ words a rat came out of his pants’ pocket. 

And suddenly Peter was standing in front of you. He pushed the appalled officiant slightly to the side and took his place. 

Peter cleared his throat before speaking “Do you, James Fleamont Potter, take Y/N Malfoy as your wife?” 

“I do” 

“Do you, Y/N Malfoy, take James Fleamont Potter as your husband?” 

You could hardly mutter a low “I do” before Peter spoke again 

“I declare you husband and wife. You might kiss the bride” 

James didn’t hesitate for a moment. To add dramatism he spun you around and dipped you, holding your weight with his arm. And without waiting for another second he kissed you, sweet and slow, conveying all his love for you with that gesture. 

When you became breathless you broke the kiss and looked at James straight into his beautiful eyes, which only show deep adoration. “I love you” you mouthed to him, which made his eyes sparkle with joy and a wide grin to break into face. 

He took you in his arms bridal style and walked down the aisle. You coudln’t even care about the chaos and spells that were aimed your way, all you could look at was James. 

And as he muttered “I love you too, Miss Potter” you knew he’d do anything to prove his love for you. 

Author's note: This one is of my faves of the collection ngl, James is my soft spot Thank you for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and very appreciated. I'd love to hear what you thought about it so don't be shy!! To be part of the taglist Dm me or send me an ask <3 Taglist @feral-posts @izuoyarmin @aremuslupinsim @yourfavgay @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo 

[simplyzeeka]

P Y R O

Pairing: Terry Richmond × Black OC (Ayesha) Mafia fic

Warnings: Minors DNI!! Threatening, break-ins, arson, violence, guns, knives, kidnap and hostage, Mentions of murder/attempted murdee, crime, Mentions of blood, use of the n-word, knife-play, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f-receiving) smut...lots of it. Short enemies-to-lovers(?)

Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?

A/n: Please read the warnings!!!

The first time Terry Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he nearly burned it to the ground with her in it. The big-eared pyromaniac purposefully poured a trail of gasoline from the living room to Ayesha's bedroom and lit it all up with some matches.

She managed to leave through her bedroom window just in time to call the fire department. And they arrived just in time to salvage the majority of her important belongings, sadly, the same could not be said for the home. Renovations would've cost too much time for her and it wasn't considered safe anymore. That day, Terry Richmond did not only create a fire on the land that Ayesha owned but also sparked a flicker of rage within her.

The next best thing would be an apartment, Ayesha's social relations did not make going to the cops an option (even though most were in her pocket). Having a cartel leader of a father had its perks, unfortunately that came with a risk to her safety.

Despite the discretion that apartments offered, she believed that there was enough security that limited the possibility of unwarranted visits.

Until Terrence Richmond broke into her home for the second time. His dullard self didn't think to wait long enough until Ayesha’s defenses were lowered just enough for him to attack.

Her paranoia urged her to treat a knife like a secret lover as it laid comfortably in her bed just underneath the pillow, enclosed tightly in her hand. The second time Terrence Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he left with two stab wounds, one on his abdomen, the other on his leg.

That was also the day she got close enough to look him in the face, and at just the right moment, with just the right amount of light, Ayesha swore life looked back at you when her eyes met his, despite the deep mug that dug into his face. Earthy pools of green, blue and touches of brown are all she caught a quick glimpse of. That was the day Ayesha questioned a little too often, just who the fuck was disturbing her peace.

Weeks passed since Terry's second attempt, and while that should have settled Ayesha's heart, she knew better than to believe she was out of the man's radar.

That much was figured out at Terry’s third attempt, when he again, assumed that Ayesha would be sleeping away on her bed for long enough before he took her with a silencer.

But Ayesha was ten steps ahead, and with her obvious luck, Terry had run out of his. Ayesha had been preparing for her parents’ charity gala for the new year that night, yet her attention was grabbed at the soft sound of beeping from her phone. Seemed like the man who wanted her dead had triggered her sensors.

Ayesha had just enough time to turn off her bedroom light and hide in her closet before Terry stealthily walked into her room with a gun pointed straight ahead, Ayesha couldn't help but marvel at his skill, for a man so big he was soft on his feet.

She couldn't help but wish she had left the light on so she could spot the confusion in his eyes when he noticed the empty bed in the middle of her bedroom. She didn't dwell on that long enough though, she instead took that moment to pounce on him.

Gun pointed to the back of his head, Ayesha quickly cocked it back and took it off safety before going straight to giving orders. “Put the gun on safety and throw it on the bed.”

Terry followed instruction, obviously in a vulnerable position, he didn't dare do something that could jeopardize his life. “Leave your hands in the air too.”

Ayesha reached her fingertips beneath the wool of his black balaclava, pulling it off his head. In hurried steps, she walked around Terry, leaving enough distance between them so she could have enough time to shoot if he attacked.

“Shirt off.” Another instruction she gave, which Terry also obliged to, couldn't help but to smile slightly because what was her game plan?

The patch on his stomach confirmed that he was, indeed, the person who had been trying to kill her. The red stain in the middle of the gauze let her know that he didn't bother waiting to heal before attempting this third attack.

“Pants.” Ayesha pointed to his legs with her gun. Terry tilted his head with a vicious mug on his face, one that would've had her thighs clenched together if he wasn't trying to kill her. It didn't take good lighting for Ayesha to know the man was something dangerous in the looks department, his size did more than enough.

When she noticed his reluctance at following her instructions, Ayesha sighed. She ordered him to put his hands behind his head before walking closer. With her gun pointed right under his chin, she looked right into his soul-snatching eyes. “You try anythin’ funny, I'ma make a new chandelier with your brains. My trigger finger always happy, so don't test that.”

Her other hand busied itself with patting his waist down to check for weapons before it began unbuckling his belt. Terry couldn't help but smile down at her, her eye contact was heavy and persistent. “Tryna get blood all on your white ceiling?” Terry asked, boldly playful.

“I don't mind it, red's my favourite colour.” Ayesha smiled sarcastically before pulling his belt out the loops of his pants. Then she unbuttoned the pants, undid the zipper before the sound of fabric hit the floor.

Another gauze on his leg, at the exact spot she stabbed. Yeah this was definitely him.

She ordered him to grab her vanity chair and pull it into her closet before he sat. With only the closet light on now, Ayesha got a perfect view of his face. It was a struggle to tie him up while trying to ensure he doesn't attack her. Although Terry had many opportunities to attack her with the chances of success, he didn't attempt to, he only kept a cocky smile on his face like he knew something she didn't.

Terry could account for the comment about red being her favourite colour. Her lips were painted in cherry red lipstick that looked delectable against her brown skin. Dressed in a, once again, deep red bustier dress that had sleeves draping off her shoulder, exposing just the right amount of cleavage.

She tied some rope from her closet around the whole length of his body until Terry winced from the burning friction of the rope on his skin. “You into bondage?” he asked, the corner of his lips lifting in provocation.

“Only if you like it too.” Ayesha responded with a fake smile, pistol still pointing at his forehead. “Enough chitchat, nigga. Who the fuck are you, and what you want?”

Terry only shrugged, smile still yet to fall from his face. Ayesha tried not to let his nonchalance worry her, just who was she dealing with and was this a dance she wanted to partake in.

Just as she was about to continue her interrogation, her doorbell rang and echoed through the entire luxury apartment. With a pointed look, she tilted her head before putting her gun back on safety then slipped it between her breasts. “Well, looks like we gon’ have a sleepover today. I trust you'll behave?”

It was rhetorical, that much was obvious to Terry, but he couldn't help but turn it into banter. “Well you ain't been hospitable, so I can't make no promises.” He began with a smile as he watched her reach for a ball gag in a black box that sat isolated in the corner of her closet. “But then again, you got me tied up real good, can't say I'll be able to misbehave.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes before she tied the gag around him. “Can't be hospitable to unwarranted guests.” She murmured once the gag was secured. With a final look she backed up from the closet and offered a small smile. “Well, stay put. I'll be back before you know it.”

Ayesha closed her closet door behind her, she remembered to grab his gun on her bed with a towel and put it in her safe before leaving her apartment.

Out on the hallway, her driver waited patiently. “Sorry about that, Ray. Had to take care of a lil somethin’.”

“All good, miss, everything alright?” Ray asked with a pointed look, his dreads framing his face as he looked down at her.

“Just peachy, let's head out.”

Domén Nwa was an extravagant events hall. Owned and built by an influential black woman by the name of Dalan Moise, Freddy Stount couldn't have found a better venue to host his annual charity gala. Despite him being morally questionable, uplifting black owned businesses and black people in general had been his goals for many many years. He wore that badge proudly under the name Pro-Black.

“This looks so beautiful, My Love.” The voice of Ayesha's mother filled her ears as she walked closer to where her family stood. Picture perfect as others would see, but her family hid their wrong doing well, why else would her father be hosting this gala. Generous people were never suspects.

Anaya Stount, a woman who aged like fine wine and loved wholeheartedly. Ayesha never once wondered why her father worshipped the ground the woman walked on, the woman was deserving of many luxuries. She was the first woman that Freddy practiced his generosity on.

“It is, ain't it? Dalan did well.” Freddy responded as he looked around the hall filled with high-end people.

Classical music echoed through the hall as Ayesha reached her parents and greeted them both with tight hugs and cheek kisses. “Hey mommy. Dad, everything looks amazing.” Ayesha complimented the place as she looked around.

“It does, doesn't it? Ooh, there's Shay. That woman ain't bring back my Tupperware. I'll be right back, love.” Ayesha’s mom kissed her husband on the cheek before turning to her daughter. “We gon’ catch up later, Dolly. You look so pretty, baby.”

Ayesha and her father laughed at her mother, there's nothing that women held precious that her Tupperwares.

Freddy cleared his throat and turned to his daughter. “When were you gonna tell me your house was burned down?”

Ayesha sighed, not nearly as prepared for this conversation as she was before she came here. She knew it was only a matter of time before her dad found out about that. “I was gonna tell you today, dad.” She explained while she scratched the skin between her thumb and pointer finger.

“You were supposed to tell me the day it happened.” Freddy countered sternly. When the fire was broadcasted on the news, he identified Ayesha’s house straight away, and his worry peaked when she didn't answer his phone after a few tries.

“Well I made it out in time.” Ayesha smiled at people who were passing by, not wanting to seem suspicious to other guests from the tense conversation. “Besides, there's more that we need to talk about. After the party though. You know where Briana is? I need to talk to her.”

Freddy huffed at his daughter before telling her where her sister went. Ayesha followed his direction. Up the spiral stairs of the hall, Ayesha pattered her feet towards the smoking lounge.

The room smelled of weed, and Creed perfume. “Now you know daddy don't like you smokin’ that stuff.” Ayesha stated as she moved to stand a few feet away from the tall woman.

Briana Stount, a woman of grace and intention. Only rarely did she do something she did not want to. She always stood tall and poised, and the confidence of her footsteps clacking in heels always wavered the confidence of those around her.

“You of all people know I don’t really care what that man like or don’t like.” Briana countered after blowing out the smoke from her mouth. She turned around and smiled at her younger sister. “You look so pretty, Dolly.”

Ayesha cheesed at her sister and walked over to her to wrap her in a tight hug, not caring about the smell of weed anymore, she'd just drown herself in perfume again. “Thank you BriBri, you look the prettiest.”

Briana offered her gratitude for the compliment before they detached from their hug. Ayesha reached over for the blunt in her sister’s hand before ashing it out. “You and daddy still beefing? Thought y’all smashed that.”

Briana rolled her eyes before she shook her head. “Let’s not. Please and thanks.” Briana waved a dismissive hand before looking at her sister with a more stern look, “Let’s talk about the fact that somebody tried to kill you.”

Ayesha winced at the confrontation. “About that… I may or may have not caught and tied the nigga up in my closet.”

“Say what now? And he still alive?” Briana asked with a frown.

“Well, yes. We gotta find out why he tryna kill me, Bri. What if there’s a bounty on my head we don’t know about?”

“Ain't nobody stupid enough to mess with dad like that, this gotta be somethin’ personal. Have they said anything yet? Does dad know ‘bout this?” Briana began pacing, her fingers threading through the thick strands of her afro.

“No and no. Daddy is a kill now, ask never kind of man, I’m tryna get answers.” Ayesha countered before grabbing her phone in her purse. “Besides, I’ve got a surveillance system all over the apartment.”

“Even in your closet?” Briana frowned at Ayesha with a small smile.

“Yes, after the first attempt… I wanted to be safer.” Ayesha countered before opening her home security system, flicking through different rooms. “Now we can watch and make sure he’s-”

When her screen filled with an image of her closet, her heart sank to the floor. Right there where the chair was… where Terry was supposed to be, sat tangled red rope with no man in sight. She changed to check her bedroom’s camera, his clothes which she had left on her floor were nowhere in sight either, but what made her heart sink even lower was when she noticed her safe wide open, right where she locked his gun along with hers.

“Ayesha!” Briana shook her sister’s shoulder, shaking the woman out of her spiraling. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s not there… he was supposed to be right here. There on the chair… and he’s not. He took his gun.” Ayesha rambled on as she pointed at the screen where Terry was *supposed* to be. She was hyperventilating. If he knew the code to her safe that means he must know where she is now, where her family was.

“This is exactly why I don't want you wrapped up in Dad’s shit.” Briana cursed under her breath, “Okay, calm down. Let’s… let's get you outta here and get you somewhere safe, this will probably be the first place he comes to.”

Ayesha practises her breathing, long inhales and deep exhales to slow the pounding of her heart. Her hands trembled at her sides and for the first time, since Terry’s first break-in, she was actually scared. There was so much more to lose now, there was her entire family and their image at risk. Regardless, she nodded at her sister's words as the older woman ushered her out the empty room.

“You go find Dad or Ray, someone who’s got a gun on ‘em and stay there. I’ma get the car ready and text you to leave so we can get the fuck up out of here.” Briana urgently ordered once they've reached the hallway.

Ayesha nodded, the confidence she had when tying Terry up was now slightly cracked and shaky. Just who was this man? She watched as Briana hurried down the hallway before she disappeared out of sight. Ayesha took in another breath before she stalked down the empty hallway herself.

“You know, for somebody who claims to be into bondage. You are really bad at it.”

A baritone filled her ears, one that had Ayesha freeze in her steps. She turned behind her and there he stood. Tall, menacing with an abstract smile on his face. “It's okay though, there’s plenty of time to teach you.” Terry added, the top row of his teeth peaking out his lush upper lip.

“The fuck do you wa-” Ayesha began before she was interrupted by the sound of a cocking gun. One that looked too familiar, not because it was Terry’s gun… but because it was hers.

“Walk with me? Noticed a beautifully decorated balcony out there. Nice and private.”

The walk to the balcony wasn't long, but with every step, the hallways seemed to stretch longer and longer as Terry walked behind Ayesha with the gun pressed to her side.

He led her outside, hand gripped firmly at the back of her neck as her silk-pressed hair flew back with the gush of wind that hit her face.

The breeze should have helped cool her nerves, but her body burned as though the gun had already been shot and a bullet pierced skin.

Terry lowered his head, and he spoke a few words that rattled Ayesha's whole world.

“You gonna tell me everythin’ you know about Mike Simmons. Don't omit nothin’.”

Ayesha swallowed the lump in her throat before she straightened her posture, making sure to keep her breathing level. “How the fuck you know Mike?”

It was a messy question, one question that gave answers to many that weren't asked. Terry frowned at it because it seemed personal, too personal for a murderer.

“Don't get shit twisted, I'm the one askin’ the questions. Now,” Terry urged as he pressed the pistol deeper into her skin, causing Ayesha to wince slightly. “Answer me.”

Ayesha stayed silent. Although Freddy Stount was her father, he was a crime boss before that. He put every single family member, even his wife, under oath. You live by the gun, you die by his.

“Oh you don't wanna talk?” Terry walked around her, her neck replaced by her jaw as he gripped it tightly, forcing her gaze to meet his. “It ain't just your life at risk, baby. What, you thought I'd just let your sister go?” he threatened with heavy breaths.

Ayesha's heart thumped faster than when she first got into trouble with Briana. They had snuck out for a party during their teenage years which recklessly led to Ayesha being lost on some rich kid's private road. Briana spent the entire night looking for her and they both spent the entire morning getting lectured by their parents when they got back.

However, that predicament did not compare to this, one of them was actually in danger now, a situation of life and death and at that moment, Ayesha could give any less of a fuck of any damn oath.

“What you want to know?” Ayesha asked in a shaky breath, making a mental note to tell a lie as close to the truth as possible just to throw him off.

“You tell me. You're the one that killed him.” Terry spoke lowly, his eyebrows only digging deeper dents into his forehead like the ones his fingers were digging into her jaw. Veins popped from his neck as he struggled at controlling his breathing.

Just muttering those words sent his mind into a frenzy. Mike was still young, still had a lot of life to live, only for it to be taken by power-greedy capitalist criminals.

Terry was so into his head that he didn't even notice the way Ayesha frowned. Except this time it wasn't in pain, or even fear, but it was in confusion. As if Terry spoke of something taboo.

“K-killed?” She stuttered as Terry's hand unknowingly moved from her jaw to her neck. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. She tried to speak but her airways were cut by the taller man's strong grip.

It wasn't until a few seconds after that Terry let go of her that Ayesha sputtered gasps and coughed out, forcing oxygen back into her lungs. He kept a vigilant grip on the gun however, pointing it at a breathless Ayesha, urging her to speak.

Once she caught her breath, she spoke words that shook Terry's core.

“Mike isn't dead.”

Mike worked for Freddy Stount. And while Freddy wouldn't call Mike his right hand man, the older man didn't trust anyone else like he trusted Mike.

Like Ayesha, Mike's affiliation with the cartel leader meant his own life was at risk. Hence someone tried to kill him and pin it on none other than Freddy Stount.

When Ayesha told Terry that Mike wasn't dead, he didn't want to believe it until he saw his cousin with his own eyes. And when he did, nothing he believed made sense anymore.

They held a funeral for him, everybody back home believed Mike was dead. Gunned down doing Lord knows what in the middle of the night. Only for him to be alive, breathing and on the run from whoever was trying to kill him. Trying to beat the race of death.

Ayesha claimed to be trying to figure out who tried to kill him. Other than Briana, her father and now Terry, no one else knew that Mike was still alive.

Terry demanded to be a part of the investigations, and while Mike didn't want Terry to have parts in this, Terry told him to shove it.

And that's how Ayesha now lived with the man that tried to kill her, right there in one of her guest bedrooms, with his hands cuffed to the headboard for her safety.

The first few weeks of them trying to ‘crack the case’ was filled with tension in the apartment. Briana had to stop Ayesha and Terry from actually killing each other with how much they argued.

If Ayesha didn't have a knife to his neck, then Terry had a gun to her head. Ayesha's apartment had become a new safety hazard.

So much that Briana once left them mid-argument, having had enough of the whole cat and mouse game they played while risking each other's lives.

And despite all that, Ayesha does not know how she ended up in this position.

Back against the wall as she hung on his shoulders with his head between her legs. Terry had her dress bunched up around her waist as he became acquainted with the taste of her arousal.

She had just come back from a friend's birthday party. All hell broke loose when she saw a dirty bowl in the sink and used that as an excuse to decompress all her frustrations onto Terry.

One moment she was screaming in his face, and the next Terry was eating her out like he hasn't eaten in months.

“Oh my God.” She gasped in breaths as her hands held onto his head as he shook it from side to side.

Terry had his eyes on her while he ate away. Some of her juices ran down his chin and got caught onto the hairs of his goatee.

Ayesha nodded down at him, muttering chants of praise in small whispers. “Yes yes yes yess.”

And Terry's tongue wanted to do nothing but comply with her need to cum. That and the face that he wanted her to rain on him, shower him with all she had to give or whether the fuck SWV said.

He suckled her sensitive bud of nerves into his mouth. Switching between languid and intentional flicks of his tongue and smooth suction of his hollowing cheeks.

Terry Richmond was a giver, and with that came him being a sloppy eater. But contradictory to that, he didn't dare leave a trail of arousal from Ayesha. He made sure to slurp up everything that leaked from Ayesha.

“Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Terry. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.” Ayesha warned in hurried moans as she tapped his arms.

Terry hummed against her pussy, his grip on her waist tightening just enough for Ayesha not to fall off as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Ayesha’s pussy squelched as her juices leaked out of her and Terry mashed his tongue against her sopping mound.

Ayesha threw her head back as she chanted how much she adored his tongue, how great he was treating her. So on and so forth.

Terry landed soft kisses on her pussy and occasional licks that had Ayesha pushing his head back with a hiss. “Mm-mm. Can't.” Ayesha muttered.

Terry sent one last kiss before helping her off his shoulders. “Sweet ass pussy.” He grunted as he settled her onto the ground.

He looked down at Ayesha as she awkwardly looked around. “You good now?” He asked, still making sure that Ayesha was still backed up against the wall, forcing her to look up at him eventually. “Attitude gone?”

Ayesha couldn't help but look away after looking at him for too long. She slipped away from his proximity, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “I need to freshen up.” She murmured before disappearing into the hallway. “Wash your face, Terrence.”

After she cleaned herself up, showered and dressed in a nightgown, Ayesha was ready to retreat into her bed, call it a night and prepare herself for the dread she would feel the next day as the reality of what she let Terry do to her body crashed down on her.

Sat on her vanity chair, she did a portion of her skin care, too inebriated to do everything as she usually does.

Ayesha's calming thoughts were disrupted when her door clicked open and in walked Terry with his brooding and unavoidable presence. She sighed softly, put down her serum with a heavy huff as she looked at him through the mirror.

“Something wrong?” She asked with a raised brow.

Terry took slow, menacing steps towards her. Soft on his steps yet heavy in her mind, she couldn't shake him off even if she wanted to.

He had his bottom lip caught between his lips, shaking his head no at her question. “Mh mm.” He emphasized with a hum.

“Need something?” Another question, however, this time it was breathy because he was a few meters too close for Ayesha's resolve.

This time he nodded his head, the corners of his lush lips curved upwards. “Yes ma'am.”

“How can I be of assistance, Terrence?”

He was right behind her now. Bent his waist low enough where his nose grazed the skin of her neck as he kept his eyes on the mirror in front of them. “Could start with droppin’ the formality.”

“Can't do that.” Ayesha shuddered as she felt his breath on her neck. “Formal is the base of our-”

“Then follow with only speaking when asked a question.” Terry interrupted, landing a swift kiss on the hot skin between her shoulder and neck “Think you could do that?”

Ayesha frowned, she sobered up after her shower, but Terry's words were jumbled in her head, a long stream of disjointed letters that flowed too fast to create a sensible thought in her head. “W-what?”

“That's not an answer, Ayesha.” Terry urged, keeping his eyes on her through the mirror as his teeth nipped at the skin on her neck.

“Yes.” A simple answer that showed she understood, but it wasn't an answer that Terry was satisfied with. Ayesha could tell by how his lips detached from her. Her skin suddenly felt cold, and it froze when she noted the intensity of his stare.

“Yes, Sir.” She corrected.

That elicited a hum from Terry, his hands worked skillfully on her chest, massaging her full breasts, her nipples caught between his thumb and pointer. Terry occasionally applied pressure on the hardened peaks, earning a surprised gasp from Ayesha.

From her chest to her waist, then her thighs. Terry lifted her nightgown. Deep red sat beautifully on her skin, and he swore the colour had never looked better than it did when Ayesha wore it.

“This okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, Sir.”

She had no panties on, because Terry’s fingers made contact with warm slick when he nudged his hand between her legs. Her thick thighs were perfect hand heaters.

“Mm, she was just hungry wasn't she?” He asked with a deep laugh, one that scratched Ayesha’s ears pefectly. “Got you screaming at everythin’ and everyone.”

His fingers rubbed slow, intentional circles on her hardened bud. Ayesha's hips bucked and she let out a broken whimper. More of her juices flowed out her already sopping pussy.

“Mhm, look at how she crying.” He slipped a single finger inside of her and began slow thrusts, curling his finger to find her spot. “It's okay, Daddy’s got you baby.”

Terry spoke to Ayesha’s pussy like it was an actual person, and it spoke back through the sound of squelching noises filling the room.

Ayesha threw her head back when he slipped in another finger and his speed quickened. With his free hand, he threw his fingers through her sweated-out silk press from her shower. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He ordered while Ayesha flooded his hands with her arousal.

Ayesha obeyed, looked at herself as her face contorted to an expression of pleasure. Brows drawn together and lips shaped into a small ‘o’. “Ooh shit shit shitttt.” She drew out as their eyes connected in the mirror.

“Pretty ain't you?” Terry teased, let out a soft laugh when Ayesha attempted at clenching her thighs together to deter his movements. “Mhm. Fucking pretty. The prettiest baby.”

They moved to her bed bench, right in front of her full body mirror. Ayesha was assured that Terry had a voyeurism kink, but she couldn't dwell on that thought with the way she was so full of his dick.

There he sat, legs spread with Ayesha sat between them. Her hands held onto his thighs as she rode him like her life depended on it. “Fuck. So big, so big, so big.” Ayesha whined as she struggled at focusing on the task at hand. Keeping her eyes on the mirror.

“I said sit on it, Ayesha. Sit on this dick.”

Terry wanted to fill her to the hilt. Which sounded impossible. He was already so deep, and the stretch was still taking some getting used to. She lifted herself off his lap to relieve herself of the heaviness of his dick.

But Terry wasn't taking that, his grip on her hips tightened as he helped her slowly impale herself on him. Her pussy tightened and she unwillingly threw her head back. “Fuck fuck fuckk. Wait.”

But Terry wasn't listening, especially not with the way she clenched around him. “Sidong pon it, all di way.” He coached, groaning when he felt her tighten even more around him. “Mek mi go in, Ayesha.”

“I can't-.”

“Yuh can.” Terry interrupted, as usual, before he sent kisses down the length of her back. His hips began bucking slowly, gathering her cream around its thickness, some of it connecting their bodies together every time she rose.

The way he spoke to her, accompanied by the accent and the way his tip kissed her cervix was more than enough to have her cumming. She couldn't muster up the

“I'm cumming. I'm cumming so much, oh my God.”

“Keep it comin’. That's it, pretty girl.” Terry coached her with practised ease, as if he has seen Ayesha in this position time and time again. Like watching himself rock up into her was a normalcy, like feeling her drown his dick was something she regularly did.

Ayesha clenched around him, her walls tightening enough that her pussy whispered at Terry, told him not to leave, to stay just where he was and continue delivering the precise and deliberate thrusts that helped her ride out her orgasm.

She spasmed, her thighs trembled as she tried to keep them closed. Ayesha gripped at Terry's muscular thighs as her head fell backwards, her hair flowing in Terry's face. Silk press now thoroughly sweated out by the roots.

She let out incoherent gibberish and let in heavy breaths to make sense of the way someone as random as Terry had managed to make her react this way to the way he touched. As if his dick siphoned something yet to be unleashed from her, along with the cum that dripped down both of their skin.

“Look at her. So pretty, creamin’ on this dick so good.” Terry grunted as he kept his eyes on where they connected.

Terry sent a much too audible smack to Ayesha's ass that had her recoiling from his touch. But she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her pussy leak with more need.

“Get your ass on the bed,” Terry began, lifting her off his dick, causing the both of them to wince slightly. “Gonna wear that ass out.”

And he couldn't have been more accurate. Terry held Ayesha up by her hair, his fingers threading tightly through the frizzing strands.

His eyes were stuck on her ass, watching waves ripple on the skin as his pelvis slapped against her supple flesh. Ayesha was thick… thick as fuck and Terry couldn't hide his admiration for her body.

But he had to focus, because Ayesha clearly didn't give a fuck about the knife Terry held to her neck with his other hand.

Turns out Ayesha hadn't stopped sleeping with the knife under her pillows after finding out Terry wasn't exactly an enemy. Terry found the knife under her pillows while he had her head pinned to the mattress as he plowed into her.

One thing led to another, and now the blade of the knife grazed the thin skin of her neck while he held her body up by her hair.

“Focus Ayesha. Keep your head up baby. Shittt, c'mon.” He moaned as he watched her throw her ass back on him, giving back the energy he gave a tenfold.

“I'm tryin’, I swear I- oh my fuckkk.” Ayesha cut herself off, tears streaming down her face as she let out quiet sobs. No dick should feel this good, fuck splitting her pussy open, Terry was damn near intruding her mind.

Would she be out of her mind if she told him she loved him? That didn't sound so bad with how fucked out she was, not with the way Terry's calculated thrusts made home in her soul. Put his initials on that shit and call it his. Had no value without his name on it.

“Try harder, do better Yesha. Or you want me to stop?” Terry slowed down his thrusts as he asked.

Ayesha immediately shook her head, waited until she could take in a heavy breath before splattering a bunch of senseless begging. “No please please please, I'ma do better.”

Terry smiled slyly at her mumbled moaning. He lifted the knife from her neck, replacing it with his hand. He pulled her up, had her back arching away from his torso, her head tilted backwards so they could make eye contact.

From her neck, the cold steel of the knife traveled down between the valley of her breasts while Terry kissed the side of her face, getting a whiff of the smell of her Jasmine perfume mixed with sweat.

“This dick feel good?” Terry whispered in her ear, his strokes so painfully slow Ayesha swore she could cry.

Ayesha nodded her head as best as she could. She kept her eyes on him, brows furrowed, jaw falling open with her lashes wet with fresh tears.

The sound of her squelching filled the room, which did little to settle the faucet between her legs.

Terry wasn't satisfied with her silent response. He clicked his tongue, angling his hips where he dug her out so perfectly it had Ayesha mewling. “Uh-uh, say Yes Terry.”

“Yes Terry.” Ayesha whined back immediately, would do anything if he kept fucking like he was now. Slow, long strokes that would have her cumming her claim on his dick. Signed, sealed and respectively hers.

“Mmh fuck yeah.” Terry moaned, and dropped his head on her shoulder, pace still slow and intense. “Now say Yes Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy, yes yes yess.”

“That’s what I'm fuckin’ talking ‘bout.” Terry kissed all the exposed skin his lips had the honor of meeting. “Now fuck Daddy back, put that ass to work.”

And Ayesha did as told, couldn't help but be such a good girl for him.

Terry threw the knife on the floor, reached his hand between Ayesha’s legs, his fingers finding her clit, covered in both of their mixed cum from their previous orgasms. He rolled perfect circles on the swollen ball while he sucked hickies on her sweat covered skin.

“You gon’ nut with Daddy?” His voice was the perfect scratch to her itch. Ayesha loved the way he talked her through everything. Nut after nut was filled with him whispering nothing but filth and praise into her ears. “Show his dick how much she love him?”

“Yes Daddy. Dick so fuckin’ good, so good. Fuck fuck fuck.” Ayesha stuttered, nails clawing at the skin of his thighs while his pace quickened.

The movement of his hips was very sloppy. He was close, but so was Ayesha. She was already dripping onto the sheets she was sure wouldn't be revived with a simple washing.

Terry saw white spots in his vision, his hand let go of Ayesha's neck. He watched her fall onto the bed, instantly gripping the sheets and sobbing into the mattress.

“Fuck I'm cumming.” Terry announced, both his hands gripping on Ayesha's hips, pulling her towards his dick as he fucked into her with precise intention, coaxing her realest put of her.

“Oh my God.” Ayesha gasped, her stomach twisted in a way she had never experienced before. She reached a hand behind her and attempted to push Terry away to deter his movement. “Fuck, hold on. I- shitt.”

Terry couldn't bother himself with listening, not with the way her pussy was milking him dry. He had his head thrown back, lower lip caught between his teeth as his brows furrowed. “Fuck yess, baby. Just like that.”

“Daddy's cumming.”

And Ayesha felt every single vein of his dick as he twitched inside of her. She felt the pulse of his thickness when he spilled inside her, painting her walls white with his nut and rutting his hips into her.

Ayesha squirted right around him too, her juices spraying around his pelvis and her ass. Their pleasures mixed inside Ayesha's hot mound while she sobbed into the sheets.

Their orgasms rode out as they both watched their breath. A pregnant silence fell in between them, Ayesha still clenching the sheets in her fingertips to ground herself.

Lrt out a soft wince followed by a whine when Terry slipped himself out of her, feeling overstimulated yet uncomfortably empty now.

It wasn't long until she melted into the lush sheets when she felt Terry's wet muscle in between her pussy lips. Slurping away at their mixed cum. “Oouu shit.” she hummed lowly, hand reaching under her to caress his head. The tips of her fingernails scratching against his scalp gently.

“Mhm. Pretty ass pussy.” Terry mumbled as he pulled away, licking his lips to catch the beautiful concoction of both their cum. His hand made a sharp contact with her pussy before flipping Ayesha over to lay on her stomach.

He fit his body between her thick thighs, planting short and deliberate kisses on her lips, hand cupping her jaw before he slid his tongue against hers. He sighed against her lips.

Ayesha hummed at the taste of them both landing sweetly on her tongue, their lips molded together as if it were one of reconciliation. It was sloppy and noisy, but importantly filled with a passion they were both too tired to defy.

After a few extra pecks, Terry lifted his head, pulling away slightly to catch some air. “You good?” Terry searches her eyes intently, eyes switching from eye to another.

Ayesha nodded her head with a small, serene smile. Her eyes low and her breathing still a little rapid.

Terry squeezed her hip in warning, his eyes cutting low into hers, coaxing Ayesha to fix her mistake. “What I say?” Terry began with a vicious frown that almost had Ayesha clenching her thighs with him between them. “Say Yes Terry.”

And immediately she knew where she went wrong without him having to say anything, still the correction made her chuckle lowly. “Yes, Terry.”

Terry hummed in approval, sending kisses along the length of her neck and massaging her thighs and waist. “I'm ready to get back up in there.” Terry’s words muffled against her sweaty skin. “Come sit on it again.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes, and shook her head at his damn near impossible request. It hadn't even gone past ten minutes and he already wanted to get back into it.

Ayesha didn't know how they got to this point, but she had a feeling this wouldn't be a one time thing. So much for trying to catch Mike's killer.

“No, I'm tired and sweaty and I need another bath.” Ayesha spoke, her fingers grazing the sides of his waist. Terry landed a few more kisses on her plump lips, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

“Which is why I said sit, we not gonna do anything’ else.” Terry attempted to justify with a sly smile and a deep chuckle.

“I don't believe you.” Ayesha muttered, yet still she shimmied herself from under him, positioning his sticky tip at her entrance as she hovered over his sweat covered, chiseled body. Adonis-built motherfucker.

“I’m tryna fuck the attitude outta you.” Terry claimed, his brows sinking as Ayesha slid down on his dick. “Gahdamn, wet as fuck.”

“Mm shit.” Ayesha moaned, her hands landing on his chest to ground hold herself up. “You already did that.” she croaked at the stretch, “Fat fuckin’ dick. Oh my God.”

Terry hummed, watched her hover the few inches left. “Well this is the readjustment,” He stuttered before his hands naturally landed on her hips and ushered her further down his dick. “I said sit. No mek mi repeat miself.”

Ayesha was damn near sure that was his fourth attempt at killing her, except this time… he could actually succeed.

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A/n: thus was fun her stressful to write, but we made it. Now I'm taking a break for real and trying to find inspo for Ruffian, and Something Seasonal.

Please comment and reblog, or send me asks about this or any other one of my fics. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, I enjoyed it too much.

[letsgetrowdy43]

A long time coming—

Request: Luke has been in love with jacks best friend since childhood, but the reader never lets anything happen out of respect for Jack but eventually the two have a moment and she can’t hide her feelings for Luke anymore, and I think Jack would be supportive of his two favourite people

I changed the prompt a bit cause I read it wrong, so sorry abt that!!

“Luke we can’t,” she said in between kisses, her hands that had once been tangled in his curls now lightly pushed him away from her, “we can’t do this to him,” she mumbled as Luke shook his head in denial. “He doesn’t care, he’s understanding, and he’ll get over it,” his lips travelled down her neck as she groaned into his shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her torso as she let out shallow breaths.

The little voice in the back of her head kept repeating the same words to her, whispers about Jack being disappointed in her decisions made her tense and finally take a step away from the Hughes boy whose hands sat comfortably on her hips.

“I can’t,” she whispered. "Wait Y/n/n," he said as her hand went for the doorknob, "let's just talk about it," she shook her head and looked at him once more as the tears started and she left the quiet of the locked bathroom and ventured back into the party to find her friends to take her home.

That had been four months ago at a St Patrick’s Day party, it was now the end of June and Y/n and Luke had yet to talk about what happened.

Luke left for Jersey, and Y/n stayed in Ann Arbor to finish out her third year at Umich, so life got busy. They made it through playoff runs, final exams, injuries, and so many other bumps in the road, and finally, it was the Hughes brothers and company’s favourite time of the year.

Summer at the lake house.

Summers with the Hughes’ were always like an escape from reality, days on the lake, sun tans, sand, and beer, it was always so chalked full of life. Four months of being with the best people, at the greatest time of the year.

But she was dreading this particular summer.

“You seem down Missy,” Ellen hugged the girl as Y/n placed the last bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. The girl shrugged, “just tired, that’s all” the girl said as Ellen rubbed her back and nodded. “Well I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind if you napped for a bit,” she ushered out to Jack, Luke, Trevor, and Alex who were playing ping pong in the backyard.

Y/n nodded with a sad smile and headed up to her room, flopping down on the soft mattress as she let the weight lift off of her shoulders for a second.

A light knock on the door woke her up from her nap, she groggily sat up and looked at Luke who was smiling at her, leaning up against her door frame, “Did you know you snore?” She stared at him with not a trace of amusement, “No I don’t.” “No you don’t,” he confessed as the girl stretched her tired limbs, “Mom told me to tell you that dinner is ready whenever you are,” he said with a nod and then headed back downstairs to get a plate without another word.

She got down to the bottom of the stairs to be whisked off into a conversation with Z, loud laughter erupting from Jim as Trevor poked fun at Luke for something. The girl sat in between Quinn and Josh who both picked at her for her bedhead, too which gained each of them a smack followed by no more pestering as she ate her burger and salad in peace.

Her eyes travelled over to Luke who was already staring at her, then to Jack who was watching the tension unfold. His brow quirked at her gaze immediately stared down at her plate.

To Y/n the idea of loving Luke, romantically, was something she never seemed to be able to shake. Nothing had ever erupted between the two of them except for that one kiss months ago in a random bathroom that smelled like beer and sex. Thinking back now, everything about that moment felt perfect to her. She would give up pretty much anything to go back to that night and live out her fantasy of finally giving in to the overwhelming urge, maybe even the need, to love Luke.

She’d give up anything, anything but Jack.

She stood in the kitchen, hands buried in the warm soapy water, as she scrubbed the dinner plates that the boys had so graciously dropped off at the sink for her to clean.

Jack walked in with a grin on his face, "You need to stop moping, you're making me depressed Missy," he grinned as she looked at him unamused by the nickname, even more, displeased by the poking he did to her side as he taunted her mood.

"Y'know a little birdy told me something about a kiss, and I think that's why you might be a little tense," she looked at Jack wide-eyed, her lips parted. "I'm so sorry Jack, it was once, and it was a mistake that never should've happened," she began to ramble as the boy smugly grinned at her. He placed his hand over her mouth to shut her up, "a mistake that you wanna do again?" he grinned as her cheeks heated up.

"I never wanted to upset you or break your trust, it was only once," she continued her rant as Jack laughed dryly at her panic. "I don't care Y/n/n, Lu's been crazy about me since we were kids, and I'd much rather you date him than the other douchebags you normally go after," he smiled as her face dropped. "I do not have bad taste in men," she gawked as he looked at her unconvinced.

Jack grinned one last time, "All I'm saying is that it's a win-win situation for me and you, you get the boy, and I'd get to see you more often in Jersey," he leaned against the counter as she stared at him, unable to tell if he was being serious or playing some sick joke on her. "I get the boy?" "You can have the boy," he nods, "but if he hurts you, you tell me and I'll set him straight," he said leaning forward to pull her into a hug and pressing a kiss to her temple as she smiled into his shirt.

"You're sure it's okay?" she said, her words muffled into his shirt as he nodded. He pulled away with a smile, "I approve," she grinned back as he headed back to the rec room where the rest of the boys were playing pool.

Luke walked in shortly after, quietly with a soft smile on his face as he picked up the dry cloth to help take a little bit of the workload off of her.

"You okay Y/n?" he asked as she looked at him with an unsure look, her hands still in the sink trying to finish the still never-ending pile of dishes. "You told your brother?" she whispered and looked at him her attention falling on a strand of hair that had fallen out from its place behind her ear and into her eye. Luke reached forward to brush the hair out of her face as he smiled sweetly, "I did," he said almost sweetly as he held her face in his hands.

"What did he say to you sweets?" he asked with a grin as she looked at him with something resembling love. She blushed at the nickname as chills ran up her spine due to the soothing feeling of his thumb running over her cheek, "well he said that he was okay with this," she motioned between the two of them as he grinned even wider. "I told you he would be understanding," he lowered himself down to capture her lips in a slow kiss, the hands that were previously in the soapy water were now gripping at the cotton material of his sweater as he pulled her closer.

She was the first to pull away, as a smile took over her face while recalling another thing that Jack had said during their conversation, "Jack said another thing that caught me off guard." A short hum left the boy's mouth as he chased her lips, pecking her once before noticing the pleased grin on her face, "what did he say?"

The boy's brows furrowed as she let out a short laugh, "he might've dropped that you've been 'crazy about me since we were little'" she quoted as Luke's face broke out into a bright shade of pink. "I might've been," he mused as she grinned and stood on her tiptoes while her arms looped around his neck. "Good, 'cause I might been a little crazy about you too," she whispered before smashing her lips back onto his, the dishes long forgotten as they stood in the lake house kitchen surrounded by love.

Both of them realizing that this romance had been a long time coming

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It's not edited, so if it has bad grammar I'm sorry

[atlasthegreatest]

Late Night Talking/ Caroline Forbes x Male Reader

In which, Caroline Forbes, upset and alone, meets Y/n Salvatore, Damon’s twin brother.

Word count: 3874

A/n: I forgot I had this in my drafts. Enjoy it!

The streets of Mystic Falls were drenched in the dim glow of the streetlights, flickering just slightly, as if they too were growing weary of the quiet. It was late, and the town, typically buzzing with life, now lay silent under the cover of night. The only sound that broke the stillness was the soft, uneven breaths of Caroline Forbes, sitting alone on a bench by the side of the road.

She wiped at her face hastily, trying to hide the evidence of her tears even though no one was around to see. Her heart felt heavy, crushed beneath the weight of Elena’s words. Elena had never meant to be cruel, but sometimes her well-meaning observations cut deeper than intended.

“You’ve always needed to be the best, Caroline. Maybe it’s time to stop trying so hard.”

Caroline heard the words over and over, like a loop in her mind, each repetition digging deeper into her insecurities. She had changed so much since becoming a vampire—stronger, more confident—but deep down, the old wounds hadn’t fully healed. And Elena, in her innocent way, had unknowingly ripped them wide open.

She wiped her face again, frustrated at herself for crying in the first place. She wasn’t supposed to be this fragile anymore. She was supposed to be stronger than this.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and steady, breaking through the silence of the night. Caroline tensed, her vampire instincts sharpening immediately. She turned her head slightly, scanning the shadows. The footsteps were calm, unhurried, as if the person walking wasn’t in any rush at all. When the figure came into view, Caroline stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

He was tall, dark-haired, and familiar—too familiar. But this wasn’t Stefan. And it wasn’t Damon, either. It was like looking at Damon, but there was something different in his face, something older, more measured. His features were a little softer, his gaze less predatory, yet there was an undeniable connection to the Salvatore brothers.

The man stopped a few feet away from her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. He watched her for a moment, studying her in silence before he finally spoke.

“You’re Caroline, right?” His voice was smooth and deep, but not unkind.

Caroline blinked, still trying to wrap her mind around who he was. “Yeah,” she said cautiously. “And you are…?”

“Y/n,” he replied with a small nod, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Damon’s twin brother. Older, technically.”

Her eyes widened. Twin brother? Damon had never once mentioned a twin. It was hard enough dealing with two Salvatores—one who was endlessly brooding, the other infuriatingly smug—but now there was a third?

“Damon has a twin?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and wariness. “How is that something he’s never mentioned?”

Y/n gave a small chuckle. “Damon’s not exactly forthcoming about his past, is he?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

He moved a little closer, his expression softening as he took in her tear-streaked face. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing toward the bench beside her.

Caroline hesitated, glancing down at the ground before nodding. “Sure, I guess.”

Y/n sat down next to her, though he left enough space between them to avoid making her uncomfortable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t tense. It was… oddly comforting.

“Rough night?” he finally asked, his tone gentle, like he already knew the answer.

Caroline gave a short, bitter laugh. “You could say that.” She bit her lip, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She hated feeling this way—weak, vulnerable—but it had all just been too much.

Y/n didn’t press, didn’t ask any more questions, which somehow made it easier for her to speak. “Elena said some stuff,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I know she didn’t mean to hurt me, but it did. It just… feels like no matter how much I change, no one sees it. I’ll always be the girl who tries too hard, who’s never good enough.”

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she cursed herself inwardly for letting it show.

Y/n was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was low and thoughtful. “It’s hard when the people who matter to you don’t see who you’ve become. They get stuck on the version of you they’ve always known.”

Caroline glanced at him, surprised by the understanding in his tone. “How would you know?”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been around a long time, Caroline. Long enough to know that sometimes, people hold on to the past, even when the person in front of them has changed.”

She didn’t say anything, but his words resonated with her more than she expected. There was something about him, something that made her feel like he understood her without judgment. He wasn’t like Damon, who was all sharp edges and hidden vulnerabilities, or Stefan, who always tried to save everyone. Y/n was… different. Calmer. Wiser, maybe.

“I don’t know why I care so much,” Caroline muttered, more to herself than to him. “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt,”Y/n said softly. “It just means you’ve learned how to survive it.”

Caroline looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d sat down. There was no pity there, no condescension. Just a quiet understanding, as if he’d lived through the same kind of pain she was feeling now.

“I get it,” he continued, leaning back slightly. “Being compared to the people around you—people who seem perfect, like they have everything together—it’s exhausting. But you’ve built your own path, Caroline. You’re not just living in their shadows. You’ve got your own light.”

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling again. “It doesn’t always feel like it,” she admitted. “Especially with Elena. It’s like she doesn’t even see me sometimes. Like I’ll never be as important as her or Bonnie or… anyone.”

Y/n sighed softly, his expression turning somber. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t see the worth you know you have. But that doesn’t mean it’s not there. You’ve done more than just survive, Caroline. You’ve thrived. And no one—Elena included—can take that away from you.”

Caroline stared at him, her heart clenching at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it like he truly believed it. Like he saw her in a way that no one else ever had.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t even know me.”

Y/n smiled, this time a little softer. “Maybe it’s because I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t measure up. And maybe I can see that you’ve been fighting that battle for a long time.”

Caroline didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just sat there, the weight of his words settling over her like a blanket of comfort. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she had to be perfect. She didn’t feel like she had to prove anything.

She just felt… seen.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping at her face one last time. “For sitting with me. For saying all that.”

“Anytime,” Y/n replied, his voice soft but sincere. “And for the record, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Least of all, to Elena.”

Caroline nodded, her heart lighter than it had been in hours. She wasn’t sure what to make of Y/n Salvatore yet, but for now, it didn’t matter. He had been there when she needed someone, and that was enough.

As they sat in comfortable silence, side by side on the quiet street, Caroline couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

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The silence between Caroline and Y/n wasn’t oppressive, nor was it awkward. It was a shared quiet, the kind where neither felt the need to fill the space with meaningless words. Caroline wasn’t sure what had brought Y/n to Mystic Falls or what his intentions were, but for now, he wasn’t pushing for answers, and neither was she.

She drew a deep breath, letting the cool night air steady her racing thoughts. Elena’s words still stung, but they weren’t the sharp, gnawing pain they had been an hour ago. Talking to Y/n—this new, mysterious older Salvatore—had brought her some strange form of comfort. He didn’t know her past, didn’t hold her up to some impossible standard like Elena sometimes did. He didn’t expect her to be perfect.

Y/n shifted slightly beside her, and Caroline noticed the subtle tension in his posture. His relaxed demeanor only masked something deeper, something unsettled beneath the surface. She wasn’t the only one with weight on her shoulders.

“Why now?” Caroline finally asked, her voice soft but curious. “Why come to Mystic Falls after all this time? Damon never mentioned you.”

Y/n let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh but was too quiet and resigned. “That doesn’t surprise me. Damon and I… we don’t exactly keep in touch.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him. “That’s putting it lightly, I’m guessing.”

Y/n gave her a knowing look, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. “Damon’s always been the stubborn one. Even more so than me, and that’s saying something.”

Caroline couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I can’t imagine anyone more stubborn than Damon.”

Y/n chuckled, a real laugh this time, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Trust me, it’s a family trait. But Damon… he’s always seen things in black and white. You’re either with him or against him. It’s hard to live in those shades of gray when you’ve known someone that long.”

There was a depth to his words, something personal hidden in the lines he didn’t say. Caroline found herself wanting to ask more, but at the same time, she didn’t want to push. She knew enough about complicated sibling relationships—she and Elena weren’t related by blood, but sometimes it felt like they were, with all the emotional baggage that came with it.

“What about Stefan?” Caroline asked instead, steering the conversation somewhere less tense. “Do you have the same… history with him?”

Y/n paused, considering her question before answering. “Stefan and I are different. He was always the one who tried to keep things together between us. The peacekeeper, if you will.”

Caroline nodded, understanding completely. “Yeah, that sounds like Stefan.”

Y/n’s gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. “He was young when we were turned. Still figuring out who he was. I think Damon and I… complicated that for him.”

Caroline glanced at Y/n. His voice held a trace of regret, and it made her wonder just how deep the history between the Salvatore brothers went. She knew Stefan’s story or at least parts of it, and she knew Damon’s. But Y/n was still a mystery. He carried himself differently than either of them—less brooding than Stefan, less volatile than Damon. He had a calmness to him, but there was something guarded behind his eyes like he wasn’t quite ready to let anyone in.

“I don’t want to pry,” Caroline said cautiously, sensing the heaviness of his past. “But what happened between you and Damon? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Y/n smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Damon and I have always been two sides of the same coin. We’re both stubborn, but we wanted different things from the world. I tried to pull him back when he was spiraling, and he didn’t appreciate that. And after a while, we just… stopped trying.”

His words hung in the air, weighted with years of conflict and strained relationships. Caroline could hear the pain beneath the surface, though Y/n spoke with a calmness that belied just how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, surprising herself with how much she meant it. She knew what it was like to lose someone—to feel that disconnect between you and a person you once thought would always be in your life.

Y/n looked at her, and for a moment, there was something in his gaze that felt almost… grateful. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “But that’s why I’m here now. I’ve spent too long running from the past. Maybe it’s time I faced it.”

Caroline tilted her head, studying him. “And Damon? What’s he going to think when he finds out you’re here?”

Y/n chuckled again, though it was laced with a hint of sadness. “Knowing Damon, he’ll either pretend I don’t exist, or he’ll make it his mission to push me out of town.”

“Sounds like Damon,” Caroline agreed, rolling her eyes fondly. “He’s not exactly big on brotherly reunions.”

“No, he isn’t,” Y/n admitted. “But we’ll see. Maybe things will be different this time.”

They fell into silence again, but it was less heavy now, the conversation had shifted to something more familiar—Damon’s inevitable dramatics. Caroline found herself relaxing, the tension in her shoulders easing. She hadn’t expected to find herself sitting on a bench, talking about life with a Salvatore brother she’d never known existed, but here she was. And somehow, it felt… nice.

Y/n leaned back, looking up at the sky as if lost in thought. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “I’ve been alive for centuries, seen more than I can remember, and yet… some things never change.”

Caroline glanced at him. “Like what?”

“Like the need to prove yourself to the people you care about,” he said, his voice quiet but carrying a weight of experience. “No matter how old you get, that never really goes away.”

His words struck a chord with Caroline, and she couldn’t help but feel the truth in them. She had spent so long trying to prove herself—to Elena, to her friends, to herself. Even now, as a vampire, she was still trying to show everyone that she was more than the insecure girl she used to be.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Y/n turned his head, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, there was a shared understanding between them. They were both fighting battles no one else could see, both carrying burdens that went beyond the surface. And in that moment, it didn’t matter how different their stories were—because the weight of their struggles felt eerily similar.

“Whatever Elena said,” Y/n began, his voice soft but steady, “it doesn’t define you. You’re more than what other people think, Caroline.”

Caroline blinked, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She wasn’t used to hearing those kinds of words, especially not from someone like Y/n, who barely knew her but somehow seemed to understand her better than most.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n smiled a genuine, kind smile. “Anytime.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, the night stretching on around them. And for the first time in what felt like ages, Caroline didn’t feel quite so alone.

Maybe Y/n was right. Maybe she didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. Maybe it was enough to just be Caroline—strong, flawed, and enough just as she was.

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It was one of those nights that seemed to come all too often in Mystic Falls—tense, filled with whispered plans and barely contained anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of pine, the occasional sound of wildlife echoing through the woods. The Scooby Gang stood gathered in a clearing, their usual meeting spot when something dangerous was looming.

Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, and Caroline were waiting, a slight chill in the air making the night feel colder than it was. Stefan stood with his arms crossed, watching the treeline intently, while Elena paced restlessly nearby. Bonnie, ever the calm center of their group, was seated on a fallen log, flipping through a spellbook she’d brought along in case things went sideways.

Caroline was unusually quiet, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone, especially Stefan.

“You okay, Care?” Stefan asked, his tone soft but concerned as he stepped closer to her. She had been acting a little off all evening, and while Stefan trusted her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her.

Caroline looked up at him, blinking away her thoughts. “Yeah,” she said quickly, flashing him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine.”

Before Stefan could press further, Damon strolled into the clearing, his usual swagger in full force. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I’ve got better things to do than hunt down some rogue vampire.”

Elena shot him a look. “Like what? Drinking yourself into a stupor?”

Damon smirked. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Before anyone could respond, a new voice cut through the night, cool and casual. “Is this how you always greet a crisis? With bickering?”

Y/n stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention immediately. Damon rolled his eyes, but the rest of the group froze, their eyes flicking between Y/n and Caroline, who was watching him with an expression that was hard to read.

“Who the hell are you?” Elena asked, her voice filled with suspicion. She shot a glance at Stefan, who looked just as confused as she was. Bonnie straightened up, her eyes narrowing as she looked Y/n up and down.

“Y/n,” Damon said, his voice dripping with irritation. “My twin brother. Thought it would be fun to waltz into town and make everything more complicated.”

Y/n smiled, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wasn’t aware my presence was complicating things. I’m here to help, after all.”

“Wait—your twin?” Bonnie asked, her gaze shifting between Y/n and Damon. “As in, another Salvatore?”

Stefan looked like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. “Y/n...?”

“Hello, brother.” Y/n smiled at his shocked younger brother. “ I see you've grown now.”

Damon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, yes, I have a twin. Older, wiser, more handsome, blah, blah, blah. Can we focus on the actual problem here? The rogue vampire?”

Elena, clearly thrown off by this sudden revelation, looked at Y/n with suspicion. “Why didn’t you ever mention him before?”

Damon shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Because he’s been doing his own thing for a couple of centuries. What does it matter?”

“It matters because we’re all just supposed to accept another Salvatore is walking around town now?” Bonnie asked, her voice filled with the same wariness Elena was feeling.

Y/n chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “You don’t have to accept anything. I’m here for one reason only—to help you with the threat. After that, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Elena crossed her arms, clearly not convinced. “And why should we trust you? We don’t even know you.”

Before Y/n could respond, Caroline spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. “I know him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Elena’s head whipped around to stare at Caroline, her eyes wide with shock. “You know him? Since when?”

Stefan looked equally confused. “Caroline... how?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Y/n, who met her gaze with a calm, measured look. “I... ran into him the other night. We talked.”

“We talked,” Damon mimicked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Care to elaborate on what kind of ‘talking’ went down?”

Caroline shot him a glare, her patience clearly wearing thin. “It wasn’t like that, Damon. He just... found me. We talked. About stuff. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Elena still looked like she was processing this new information, but Bonnie, ever the sharp one, narrowed her eyes. “And you didn’t think to mention this?”

Caroline bit her lip, glancing at the group before sighing. “It didn’t seem relevant at the time. He’s not here to hurt anyone. He was actually... kind of helpful.”

Elena blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Helpful? Damon’s twin?”

Damon let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on, I can be helpful sometimes.”

“No, you can’t,” Bonnie shot back flatly.

Y/n smiled at the exchange, stepping closer to the group. “Look, I understand why you’re cautious. I would be too, if I were in your shoes. But I’m not here to cause problems. I’m here because I know how dangerous this vampire is. And like it or not, you’ll need my help.”

Stefan finally spoke up, his voice calmer than the others. “What do you know about this rogue vampire?”

Y/n’s expression grew serious. “I’ve been tracking him for weeks. He’s older than you think, stronger too. His tactics are brutal. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. And he has a grudge against our family, Stefan. Specifically, against me and Damon.”

Stefan’s face hardened at the mention of the threat being personal. “Why you?”

“ Our family crossed him centuries ago,” Lucian explained, his tone grim. “He’s been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Damon, surprisingly, grew serious as well, his usual arrogance slipping away. “So, we’re dealing with a vendetta. Fantastic.”

“We’ve handled worse,” Elena said, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice. “But if this guy is as dangerous as you say, then we need to be prepared.”

Bonnie, who had been quietly watching Y/n throughout the conversation, finally spoke again. “If you’re here to help, then prove it.”

Y/n met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I will. When the time comes, you’ll see.”

Damon crossed his arms, a slight smirk on his face. “I still say we don’t need him. But hey, it’s not like I can stop him from getting involved.”

“Just stay out of my way, Y/n,” Lucian replied coolly. “And we’ll get along just fine.”

Stefan stepped forward, his eyes focused on Lucian. “Whatever history you two had in the past, leave it out of this. We need to work together, now.”

Y/n’s expression softened slightly as if he respected Stefan’s resolve. “Agreed.”

The tension in the air lessened, but it didn’t disappear entirely. The Scooby Gang was still on edge, and Y/n’s presence wasn’t exactly comforting to most of them. But they had a common goal now, and for the moment, that was enough.

As they began discussing their plan to deal with the rogue vampire, Caroline found herself standing beside Y/n, who glanced at her with a quiet smile.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear. “For vouching for me.”

Caroline gave him a small smile in return. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

As the group prepared for the looming threat, Caroline couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Y/n was still a mystery, but she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what they needed.

What she needed.

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Goodbye, Newtie.

This is my AU so don't come for me: You die instead of newt, so same timeline.

Summary: Newt and y/n have a deep conversation after she was stung, but newt doesn't know that until she's already gone. Newt finds the letter she wrote him.

Era: TDC

Warnings; death, sadness, crying, blood, fighting, angst (let me know if I've missed any)

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"Hey." Newt said, sitting next to y/n. She was on the roof for a good hour before newt came up, just thinking. She turned to look at him, a slight smile on her face, before looking back at the desert. "You okay?" He asked. She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

".. I'm fine.. thanks newtie." She said, fiddling with the buttons on her sleeve.

Newt and y/n loved each other. So much. More than you could ever imagine. But, they didn't know that. They just thought they where inseperable friends. "Yknow.. I can't believe I'm saying this.. I miss the glade." She said, looking up at newt, who was staring into nothing. He sighed, running a hand through her long hair.

"The bonfires.. the celebrations when the box came up with a new greenie.. the fights in the circle with Gally. The feeling of being.. apart of something was always there.. yknow?" She explained, newt nodding in agreement. The glade was such a fun place, if you where to ignore the walls of the W.C.K.D maze. It was a place where everyone was relatively the same in terms of past, and who they where. But it was also how different people where. Some indulged in fighting.. some indulged in leading.. and some indulged in helping out or building. If someone asked her if she'd go back to the glade, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. Newt shifted a little, remembering his first day in the glade.

"My first day was bloody awful." He started, wiping away stray hairs from her face. "I was petrified. Being shoved around. One day I snuck into the maze.. climbed the tallest wall I could find and.. jumped." He said, tracing patterns into her back. She cupped his cheek, using her thumb to trace the cheekbones in his face. ".. gally told me about that.."

"Mine wasn't so good either. There where just boys.. no girls I could relate to. It was so hard to find a place there.. and then I became third commander with you.. and I was alright. I found peace in your presence.. yknow" the winds lightly blew through their hair, the following silence almost comforting. It remained like that for a while, before they both snuggled up to each other, just taking in the vast expense of the desert.

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"Hold on a little longer for me, okay? Brenda should be here in a minute just... please stay with me, alright?.." Newt said, holding her up against the railing of the road. She was slipping away. The once E/C eyes where now ringed with a red gleam, her eyes glossy, veins popping with a blue-ish black colour. She was fighting, and she was fighting hard. Thomas came over, holding her up too. He didn't say anything, he could feel the sadness and anger radiating off of newt.

'Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she say anything? Why did she play it off so cool? Why did she hide it away?' Newt thought. He guessed that it was because she didn't want him to worry. Because she knew for sure he'd take his life for her, and she didn't want that.

"Please newt.. please..'' she rasped out. Newt shook his head. He can't do it. He won't do it. He's not going to give up on her. "No Y/n, I can't, I bloody can't!" He shouted. Tommy released his grip, running off to find Brenda and Minho so they could hurry with the cure.

She was thrashing. She wasn't herself anymore. She wasn't the kind, polite girl anymore. She was a crank. And there was no going back. Newt stared, pushing her away every time she went for him. He sobbed, watching his love slip away. He didn't get the chance to tell her how much he loved her. "KILL ME! KILL ME NEWT!" She yelled. But it wasn't her voice. She lunged at him, knocking them both to the ground. She pulled the gun out of her holster, aiming it at her head. "NO!!" newt yelled, smacking it away onto the floor. He pushed her off, and she lunged again, a knife to his chest. There was a scuffle.. and she coughed. A mixture of blood and the black liquid that was leaking out of her mouth.

She fell, her back hitting the cold pavement. She was gone. And there was nothing he could possibly do. Newt collapsed to his knees, scooping her up. "Maybe.. maybe we can cure her.. maybe- maybe it'll be like gally, she's.. she's immune, surely.. please- please!" He said, looking in her eyes for any signs of life. There where none. Gally, minho, Brenda and Thomas got there.. stopping in their tracks. Minho just stared, in shock. Thomas teared up, and he stepped forward, hooking his arms under newt to pull him away. "NO! NO! LEAVE ME, LEAVE ME!! LET ME BE WITH HER!" He screamed. If the cranks weren't coming before, they deffinatley where now.

She just layed there, her hair strewn over the pavement.

She was gone, out of newts grasp. Forever.

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"Newt?" Tommy said, walking into his room. Newt had kept himself in there, not coming out since her death, a week ago.

"What," he said, quite coldly. Thomas sat at the end of the bed, sighing. "You need to come out eventually, newt. You can't stay in here forever." There was a pause, and newt shifted, now facing Tommy. "I understand you lost your best friend.. we all did. But locking yourself in here doesn't make it any better, yeah?" He said, placing a comforting hand on newts shoulder. "And here. She wanted you to have this." He passed newt an envelope, and newt threw his head back, his eyes welling with tears. "I'll be outside if you need me," Tommy said, leaving. Now it was just newt and the letter.

He peeled the wax seal off, taking the letter out. He braced himself, took a deep breath, and started reading.

'Dear newt.

I can't remember if I wrote any letters before the maze, but even if I did, it'll probably be my last. I just wanted to say, I loved you. More than anything. The day I got into that glade, i knew you where going to be a good leader. We all did. I miss the smell of Frypans soup and the fights in gallys circle. But the one ill miss the most out of all of them is you. I know you've probably locked yourself in a room and haven't eaten, but trust me, I'm not worth the bother. Please eat, please sleep, and please just talk to someone. Talk to Tommy. For my sake. We never got to tell eachother how much we love eachother, but I know that I loved you and you loved me. So rest easy, I know you love me. Thank you for being my mate, my best mate and my first love.

Ill miss you always.

Goodbye newt.'

He closed up the letter, and just let the tears fall. He'd never experienced something so gut wrenchingly sad, apart from when he tried to end it in his first week in the maze. He's glad he didn't. He's glad his life didn't end that day. Be would've never experienced the love and caring of Y/N. He can now rest easily knowing she loved him.

He grabbed a vile from his drawer, slipping it into there. He got a lose shoelace, tying it to make a necklace. He stood up, wiping his tears. He clutched it tight, bringing it to his lips, the tears threatening to fall again.

"I'll miss you too."

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AN: made me cry writing this :) I'm sorry that this shit was so sad, I just wanted to make an angst one! I do do requests, so if you have any, leave them in the comments. I do allsorts, including Smut. I don't do abuse, 🍇, or non consensual things. Anyway, thank you for reading :)

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Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Soft 🔞

It's his favorite word to describe you.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, smut in this, manhandling, he cums inside but she's got an IUD please practice safe bed-athletics thank you, we explore Jungkook's hidden kinks together haha

Length: 1.4k Words

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A/N: There's still no taglist.

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Soft.

It's the perfect word to describe you, in his opinion. From your skin to your hair to the way you smell or touch him. Soft.

It's been a little over half a year since dating you, and there's already been changes happening with him. His mom had noticed the way he carries himself changing, had told him earlier this week how much confidence he'd apparently gained- and it had been then that he'd told her he's finally found a girlfriend. He's never brought anyone over to his parents before, way too worried about how it might look like if he and his partner would change frequently, just because he's not good at choosing the right people to surround himself with. So, revealing that he's got a girlfriend had been a huge thing to his entire family.

But he doesn't actually feel worried at all. You're the sweetest thing he's ever met- it's just the first impression you give that can sometimes be a little too bold.

But he doesn't mind any of your antics. You're honest- and he appreciates that.

And he can't deny that your love isn't exciting in other ways, too.

You've made a joke about him being the best lover you've ever had up until this point- but from the way you arch your back and close your eyes, he's got to believe that there was some truth to it. You're completely out of it, underneath him as he thrusts his hips into yours, hands on your thighs keeping you in place for him. They're soft, too- just like the sounds you make.

He's become more comfortable and confident in that aspect, too. Sex.

It's been somewhat of a necessity almost in past relationships- something he'd want to have over and done quick with the lights off because it's just awkward. Everything about it was awkward to him- from the noises to the smell to the act in general-

But with you? It changed. Awakened something even.

You're addicting, in the way that you're just so raw and unfiltered. You don't hide any side of yourself, you're bold and bright and colorful and confident, and you're just so fucking pretty to him that it makes his head spin.

The first time with you had been a little awkward. The second time after, it was a bit more relaxed. On the third, he'd jumped over his shadow and eaten you out for the first time in his life.

And oddly enough, that had changed something within him.

Ever since then, he'd become experimental. Sex in the shower, a handjob in the bathtub, taking you in the back of his car, or buying a remote controlled vibrator for you online just because. He can never just leave it at something simple anymore, has to take you until his body gives out, has started to imagine things one dirtier than the next.

Especially after yesterday, when you'd told him nonchalantly how your IUD insertion had been the most cruel and painful thing you've ever had to go through- and after some questions of his own, he now knows that you still have it.

And right now, he's in bare, without any condom, and he wants, no needs to see that scene that had been haunting his dreams last night in real life for himself.

It had been a thought in his head for a while now. His main fantasy he'd think of whenever he was trying to get off by himself.

And it worked every single time.

"Can I-" He presses out between his teeth, slowing down for just a moment to lean down and kiss your neck, giving you a second to collect your thoughts back again as you squirm, legs wrapping around him as you try and move on your own. "Can I cum inside?" He asks, and you nod instantly.

"Yes, Jungkook just- just move!" You whine, trying to move your hips, but one of his hands instead pushes them down into the bed, your strength not enough to go against him. "Fuck you-" You start to complain, but he's got the audacity to chuckle.

"Though you wanted me to fuck you?" He jokes, and your eyes tear up in frustration, making him move his hands to instead hold your cheeks as he kisses you-

Hips slowly picking up pace again.

"Don't worry, princess-" he hums, making you hold onto his forearms as if to need something to keep you grounded. "-I never let you down, do I?" He wonders, and you nod, quietly. "I always take good care of you, don't I?" He asks, pushing his hips in deep before he stays there. "Right?"

"Yes!" You whine, nails digging into his skin a little as he laughs again, leaning back to straighten his back out, hands grabbing your thighs. He finally moves again, rolls his hips into yours while holding your legs again, skin slapping loudly against skin, but he doesn't care.

All he can see is your back arching, your head pushing back into the pillows, your tits rhythmically swaying up and down with every thrust he delivers. It's a sight he never wants to ever forget, a sight he knows he's blessed enough to witness.

It's a sight that's his to see. It's a sight that only belongs to him. He's never really thought about it, hasn't really been considering him possessive or anything- after all, you're a free spirit, and he allows you to do whatever, really. You can dress how you want, you can playfully flirt with your friends if you like, it's not a big issue to him.

Maybe because at least up until now, he's not really felt like anyone had truly challenged the idea of him being together with you. There's not been any instance of someone trying to take you away from him.

And maybe once that happens, his mind will change a bit.

But right now, he's got you, right in his hands. Right now, you're undeniably his as he clenches his jaw, watches you come undone underneath him, thighs trembling under the force of your orgasm, before he pushes himself in deep, throwing back his head himself for a moment as he reaches his peak as well.

The room is filled with the sounds of your shared heavy breaths, before he pulls out, his own chest still rising and falling with deep breaths. He can't help but reach out as he watches your clenching core, fingers spreading you open for him to see as you jump a little, still sensitive-

but he soon notices the way you move your hips again, toes curling as his thumb begins to more gently coax another, last orgasm out of you-

and then, it happens.

As soon as you come undone, he watches almost hypnotized how his cum starts to run down your core, and it's such a scandalous sight- no porn he's ever watched coming close to this.

"Kook, I'm gonna leak on the bed-" You whine tiredly, as he barely catches what's running down your leg, before his hand pushes it back in, while he leans over your body, kissing your lips, before he moves to your neck, making you giggle as the tips of his hairs tickle your skin.

"Better keep it inside then." He hums against your neck, and you dramatically whine at that.

"Kook please, I'm gonna die!" You complain, and he laughs.

"What?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"You're making me horny again, please stop you demon!" You argue weakly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Now get off me so I can go pee." You say, and he nods with a smile.

"You better keep it in though, or you might get it on your pretty carpet-" He teases-

a slap sounding through the room as you playfully hit his thigh, making him laugh while he watches you run to the bathroom with one hand between your legs.

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Away From You For The Holidays

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: unstable family relationships, please don't take offense this is completely fictional

Since Lando and you are not from the same country, this is another holiday that the two of you spend apart from each other. You still haven't gotten to the point where you spend the holidays with his family or he with yours because during the year you're both on the road all the time and spend little time with your families, so when Christmas time comes, your family wants you to spend that time with them, just like Lando's family wants to be with him.

You came home to your hometown a week before Christmas, and now that it's already the third day after Christmas, it's becoming difficult for both of you to be so far away from each other.

Now, your family can be tough sometimes. You've never had the warm and close relationship with your parents that Lando has always had with his. You love your parents as much as they love you, and you can thank only them for everything you've achieved in life, but the truth is that growing up, they weren't always fair to you, and you never had the emotional support from them that you wanted and needed as a child.

For example, your mom always has to add something a little negative to every compliment she gives you. Always. And if you mentioned to her that her comments sometimes, most of the times, hurt you, she would somehow find herself offended. It's just always been that way, and that's why you don't like spending too much time at home with your family anymore.

It was the same today, your mom made some inappropriate comment that threw you off balance and it just all came together and became too much for you. You missed Lando, so you retreated to your room and started crying quietly longing for his warm comforting hug. Lando seemed to sense that you needed him because not long after tears started to fall down your face, your phone rang showing his name on the screen.

You quickly wiped your tears trying to hide that you were crying knowing it would upset Lando before you answered.

"Hey, baby" You spoke, sniffling a little.

"How's my most beautiful girl in the world?"

"I'm fine, I'll be even better when I see you." Your eyes water and you sniffle again.

"Baby, are you crying?" Lando notices immediately.

"I'm not.."

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks worriedly. "Turn on the camera, let me see you."

"I'm okay, don't worry. I'm just a little emotional that's all."

"Can you please turn on the camera? I want to see you." He pleads.

You hesitate for a second, but when he asks you so tenderly, you really can't say no.

"Hey" You smile at him, but your red eyes betray your sadness.

"My baby..what’s goin on?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired of being home and I can't wait to be with you again."

"I'm getting on a plane tomorrow and I'm coming to pick you up." You expected this from him and that's why you didn't even want him to know you were crying because you didn't want to disturb his family time at home.

"No, no! We're both flying to Spain in two days anyway so I'll survive until then, don't worry." You reassure him because you definitely planned to spend the New Year's together in Spain.

"I know, but I don't want you to spend a single second sad, especially not during the holidays. I can't sit still at home knowing that you're crying miles away from me."

"Don't worry, love, I'm fine, you already know how it goes during the holidays at my house."

"I really want this to be the last year we're not together for Christmas. Next year, I don't care if anyone gets mad, but next year on Christmas Eve I want us to be together in our home in front of our Christmas tree and under our blanket. I'm tired of being miles away from the person I love most in the world on such special days of the year."

"I know, baby, I want that too more than anything, but-"

"No but's, no, I know what you're going to say and I don't wanna hear it. You're my priority and I want you to be next to me at all times." He says and you sigh knowing it's easier said than done. "Baby, one day we'll have our own family and we'll most definitely want to spend Christmas at our home with our kids, and then later come everyone else. And I want it to be like that next year as well, you and I at our home for Christmas, and then we go and visit our families together. Okay?"

His words brought a smile to your face and warmth around your heart already fantasizing about what it could be like next year. You wanted it more than anything. You and him. Together.

"Okay, baby. I want that too and I honestly think that's the only right way."

"It is. No more crying, okay?" He says and you nod. "Ugh, I wanna kiss you so bad right now” Lando sighs tilting his head and looking at you with nothing but pure love.

"Trust me, you won't be able to get rid of me in two days."

"Baby, in two days, I'm not letting you out of my arms anymore."

[yanderecrazysie]

may I request some hc’s/oneshot (?) for a yan! Korekiyo with a shsl debater! Reader who doesn’t let anyone push them over and always speak their mind

Of course you can! I couldn’t resist making this a oneshot.

Title: Debatable

Pairings: Korekiyo Shinguji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mentions of murder and death, spoilers for Danganronpa V3

Summary: Korekiyo has finally found someone who understands him- he’s sure of it.

debatable

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open to discussion or argument:

You were different- that much anyone could see. 

When you fell out of that locker next to Korekiyo, you hadn’t panicked, nor had you panicked at the sight of Rantaro’s bloody corpse. You, instead, put on a puzzled, thoughtful expression and began to investigate alongside Shuichi and Kaede.

You didn’t find Korekiyo frightening or weird. You simply talked to him like a normal person. That small sliver of normalcy was what Korekiyo lived for. 

But there was a problem.

You grew closer to Shuichi after Kaede’s trial, comforting him to a point that anyone could see that you were completely and disgustingly in love with him. The fact made Korekiyo’s blood boil.

You hadn’t appreciated the second trial, when Korekiyo placed the blame on Shuichi’s shoulders. You were so painfully fast to debate the living hell out of him and make him feel stupid.

Yet, he loved you.

He looked to you even as the elevator descended to his doom. If he had his way, it would be your doom too.

His sister had wanted to be joined in death, but Korekiyo hadn’t killed those two silly girls for her. No, he did it for the girl he had fallen deeply and utterly in love with. You.

And when the spotlight fell on him in the third trial, Korekiyo smiled behind his mask.

“Do not let emotions hasten your judgment,” he spoke up, “There may be two killers.”

The others began to murmur, unease spreading like wildfire. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at Korekiyo and the smile under his mask only grew.

“That isn’t the case,” you countered. Your voice was steady and confident, “Both murders were committed by the same person. We already established that fact. There’s no evidence of a second killer.”

You stole a look at Shuichi and he gave you a nod of agreement. It made Korekiyo want to reach out and gouge his eyes out.

Korekiyo’s eyes shone with delight as he began to muse, voice dripping with malice, “Ah, but isn’t it possible that the second killer has been hiding in plain sight? Perhaps someone we would least expect?”

“What are you getting at, Korekiyo?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Isn’t it curious, everyone,” he addressed the entire courtroom, “how (Y/n) has been so calm and collected this entire time? Even when faced with gruesome murder scenes… she didn’t react like the rest of us.”

The room fell deadly silent and all eyes turned to you. Your eyes widened and you gaped at Korekiyo, unable to believe what he was suggesting.

“And then,” the tall male continued, his voice persuasive, “during this trial, she was quick to defend Shuichi. Almost as though she knew for a fact he was innocent. But she would only know that if…” his eyes glinted sinisterly, “She committed the crime.”

Gasps rang out across the room and you reacted immediately, “What the hell are you talking about? That’s not true and you know it!”

Korekiyo remained eerily calm, as though he’d rehearsed this moment a million times, “Why are you so defensive? Are you afraid the truth will come out?”

Shuichi was firm for once when he spoke up, “There’s no evidence to support what you’re saying. You’re just trying to shift the blame!”

“The truth is, (Y/n) and I worked together,” Korekiyo announced, eyes gentle as they fell on the fuming Ultimate Debater, “We’re so alike, you and I.”

You couldn’t contain your fury, “I didn’t kill anyone! Stop twisting the facts to suit your sick fantasies!”

Korekiyo chuckled, “You don’t need to lie anymore. I know it must be scary, facing the truth, but you’re not alone. I’m here with you. We can face this together.”

The suspicious stares of the others fueled your rage. You must have realized by now that Korekiyo had sown the seeds of doubt and, if you didn’t shut this down immediately, it would spell disaster for you.

“He’s lying, and the facts prove it,” you said firmly, forcing a calm demeanor, “This is all a ploy to save himself. He’s cornered.”

“Am I?” Korekiyo asked softly, tauntingly, “Or am I revealing a truth that everyone has been blind to? That girl,” he pointed at you with a bandaged finger, “has been playing all of you from the start. She has used her debating skills and sharp tongue to manipulate you all. But now, her true colors are there for all to see!”

He could tell you were seething through your forced calm. When you spoke again, it was slow and measured, “If I were the killer, why would I have spent so much time disproving Shuichi’s involvement? Why would I have helped uncover the true evidence that, mind you, points to Korekiyo as the killer? Your argument doesn’t hold up.”

Korekiyo felt frustration building up inside of him, “A clever ruse, you knew aligning yourself with Shuichi would make you seem innocent.”

You shook your head, “The truth is, you’re the one who killed Angie and Tenko. You did it for whatever twisted reason and now you’re trying desperately to drag me down with you because you can’t stand the fact you’re being exposed alone.”

Korekiyo felt his panic start to rise. Everyone was nodding, agreeing with you.

If they believed you…

“You’re lying!” he hissed, “You’re deceiving them to save yourself!”

But it was too late, Shuichi’s stand moved forward and he laid out the facts of the murder case in chronological order. The room went silent as everyone realized the extent of what Korekiyo had done.

He couldn’t stand to see the sad, disgusted look on your face.

Korekiyo turned to you, moving his mask down his face to reveal his lipstick-stained lips, his eyes filled with a twisted sort of longing. “You could have been with me,” he whispered regretfully, “We could have been together in death, forever…”

You didn’t respond, turning your eyes to look at the floor.

“I love you, in life and death,” Korekiyo continued, “And I promise, my death is not the end of me.”

You believed him.

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Robin gingerly sat beside his mother, the cold, damp ground immediately sending a shiver up his spine. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but it was clear that she’d abandoned her attempts to be productive and a sad mound of dirt was all she had to show for her efforts. It was the wrong time of year for gardening anyway…

“Hi, honey! How’d you get on at the dentist?” Courtney sniffed, wiping her nose against her sleeve as though it’d erase the fact that she’d been crying again.

“A-okay…”

Robin offered Courtney a smile as weak as her own, idly picking at the grass between his legs. His mother hadn’t been very well for a while now but his presence usually managed to cheer her up, so he made a conscious effort to spend time with her-.. despite wanting to be somewhere else. It didn’t really matter if they didn’t say or do anything.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Courtney asked, far less comfortable with prolonged silences than her son.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Robin lied.

Courtney’s smile finally reached her eyes as she nudged Robin affectionately. It put her mind at ease that his aversion to school had let up recently, and he intended to maintain his miraculous turnaround, for her sake. He hated that she wasn’t happy, but it was no one’s fault and he couldn’t just fix her, nor could anyone else.

His parents had tried to hide it at first, but Robin could feel the tumultuous emotions that’d consumed her before they’d even realised something was wrong; and sometimes, she felt nothing at all, which was actually more unsettling.

He’d occasionally find her wandering late at night, staring out to sea when she should’ve been in bed, her bare feet as numb as her mind.

Perhaps she was sleepwalking, he’d thought at first-.. but she wasn’t, and Oscar had been forced to explain what was going on after the third time Robin had brought her inside past midnight, even though he already had a pretty good idea.

Robin’s rumination was interrupted by Oscar yanking the kitchen window open. Wren stood upon the counter, gleefully smashing a wooden spoon against her father’s favourite saucepan.

“Chow’s up, losers!” Oscar yelled.

Courtney shook her head with faint amusement, groaning as she staggered to her feet on limbs stiffened by the cold.

“Y’know.. papa’s gonna teach me how to cook properly.”

Robin pulled a face as he leapt up. “Uh-oh.”

Courtney chuckled, playfully swatting Robin upside the head. “Cheeky git.”

Robin grinned as he headed inside, enjoying the rare sound of Courtney’s laughter behind him.

He could sense the haze slowly lifting from her mind as time went on and she didn’t look quite so exhausted anymore, even though she’d been spending less and less time in bed, especially during the day. He’d learned the hard way that no one recovered from a mental breakdown overnight; and though it didn’t always feel like it to anyone else, she was getting better.

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Always There - Chapter Four: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, Happy Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore had a bet, bed sharing, sappy Snape

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

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Author's Note: Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 2066

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The black dog stared down the potion’s master, teeth still barred, a deep growl still coming from the back of its throat. The dog jumped off the bed and transformed back into a human. Sirius Black was standing right beside the bed, an angry look on his face as he glowered at Severus.

“Why in the bloody hell were you playing tonsil tennis with my dovey?” Sirius demanded his question be answered.

“I believe that is between her and I, Black,” Severus deadpanned at the now free man.

“That was not the question, Snivellus.” That was when Y/N finally spoke up.

“Still a rotten bastard aren’t you Siri? If you want to be rude to Severus, you can excuse yourself and get out of my sight. Thank you!” She told him in a sweet tone, finishing it off with a smile. Sirius had faltered for a moment, not expecting her to defend Severus so quickly. 

“Godric, relax. I won’t be rude anymore. I just want to talk, alone preferably,” Sirius explained. Severus looked at Y/N to see what she had wanted to do, when she gave him a slight nod he knew she would be okay and could handle herself. He pecked her forehead before getting out of the bed, brushing past Sirius.

“You even think about raising your voice or hurting her, I will kill you,” Sirius muttered to the man as he passed. Severus brushed off his comment and continued walking, only turning back to make sure she was okay before continuing out the door. He stood with Remus and Harry, the two chatting, pausing when Severus came out of the hospital wing. He stood at the edge of the doorway, keeping a close eye on Y/N as she spoke to Sirius for the first time in 12 years.

“So you and Snape, that’s like a thing now?” Sirius asked her, an underlying tone of teasing and interest in his voice.

“It’s a thing now, yes. He’s been there for me for the last 12 years when I had nobody. I was just left with a one year old and I was alone, for the first time in my life, I was alone,” Y/N explained.

“What do you mean alone? Where was Remus during all of this?”

“He left, I hadn’t heard from him until he became a professor here this year. Imagine my surprise when Harry got attacked by a dementor and he mentions Lupin, I just about had a heart attack.”

“Do you want me to go fuck him up? I will. Just say the word, dovey, and I’ll go,” Sirius said, his voice angry.

“No, I just want to sit and talk, catch up a bit. I’ve missed you as much as I hate to admit it. You’re my brother, you always will be.” So that was what the two did, they sat for hours chatting about everything and anything. Severus was still waiting at the edge of the doorway, Remus and Harry had left a while ago to go get some food for everybody. Even whilst eating, the two friends were still talking, reminiscing about their days at Hogwarts with all of their friends and before everything went to shit. They talked about James and Lily and they had even talked about Severus due to the request of Sirius. 

The sun had set long ago, Sirius had ended up falling asleep in a chair next to her bed, Severus coming back in, bringing her some of her favorite chocolates. “Thank you honey. You didn’t have to bring me anything,” She smiled at the broody man before opening some up to eat them, offering them to Severus who gladly took one.

“Of course I did. You were stuck with Black all day, you need a little pick me up after that,” He joked lightly, causing her to let out a giggle. “I have a question for you, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to of course, I’m just a bit curious.”

“What’s your question?”

“Why does everyone call you ‘dove’? Pettigrew did, your brother did, Lupin does and so does Black. Why?”

“I’m an animagus, which I know you’re aware of because unlike my brother and our friends, I am a registered animagus. My animagus form is a dove, hence the nickname,” She explained.

“A dove makes a lot of sense. Peace, freedom and love.”

“I will say I am a very loving person, not so sure about peaceful but loving, yes,” She chuckled. Severus hummed in agreement, a pensive look washing over his features, Y/N taking note of it. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“A lot, like always.” He had evaded her question knowing that she would ask again and try to get the answer out of him. Of course he would give her the answer but he wanted her to ask again just to hear her talk.

“Anything in particular jump out at you or would you rather stay mysterious?” She had joked lightly, not expecting him to take the bait.

“You, that's what jumps out at me. Just, you and the amount of care and love you show the people around you. The love and care you show me.” Her heart was a puddle at her feet by this point, she had never felt so admired and loved in such a long time that she could barely form a sentence. “I admire you, Y/N Potter. I admire your intelligence, your courage, your bravery, I admire your beauty, your compassion, your love. I admire everything about you, love.” A tear had dripped down her cheek, Severus becoming concerned and Y/N noticing the look on his face changing. His hand came to rest on her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear gently.

“Happy tears, honey. They’re happy tears,” She clarified, as if reading the man’s mind. She knew what he was thinking just by the look on his face. “I admire everything about you, honey. Even though you are a hard ass, I admire everything about you.” She had gotten out of bed, standing in front of the man before embracing him. She noticed that Sirius had awoken and was watching the two of them, he just threw a wink her way and closed his eyes again. 

“Should we continue where we left off before we were rudely interrupted by your man-dog?” Severus asked her. She let out a giggle before nodding, their lips meeting once again. The same dizzying feeling came back to her, Severus feeling as if he was on fire. 

The two were once again interrupted just as the kiss was getting a little heated, this time it was Minerva and Albus. “I don’t think this is what Poppy meant by bed rest Y/N,” Minerva teased. Her face got hot as she hid herself against Severus. The man’s chest vibrating with a chuckle, making Y/N whine.

“Don’t laugh! You were the one that suggested it!” She smacked his chest which caused a full body laugh to come from him. She tried fighting to laughing along but she lost that fight rather quickly. 

“I’m glad you’re better Y/N, Poppy mentioned that you could return to your quarters tonight if you were able to walk around. Which obviously you can, seeing the position you and Severus were in when we had arrived. Have a lovely night you two. Oh and before I forget, Minerva, you owe me ten galleons,” Albus spoke, his voice having a teasing lilt to it, mischief shining in his eyes behind his glasses. The woman whined again, smacking her forehead into Severus’ chest. Minerva and Albus both letting out a chuckle at the couple in front of them.

“The whole school is going to know before break is over knowing you two old bats. You and your gossip,” Severus teased as the two older professors left the hospital wing, Minerva handing Albus the ten galleons she owed him. “I can’t believe they bet on us, I wonder what the bet was about.”

“I know Fred and George are betting too, they wanted to see how long it would take us to get together. Too bad Fred lost, said it would never happen. Minnie and Albus probably bet on a time frame or something,” Y/N thought aloud. She heard a snicker come from the chair where Sirius was ‘sleeping’. She sent a small blast near his feet which got him to jump up with a shriek. “That’s for eavesdropping you git. Now go find Remus and leave us alone.” 

“You have not changed a bit in 12 years. Your standards have lowered but you have not changed,” Sirius said.

“I can throw you into a wall if you keep talking. Go bother your moony.” Instead of speaking again, Sirius just walked out of the room after throwing up the middle finger to her. She raised her wand slightly which caused his hand to lower and his feet to pick up pace. She had a satisfied smirk on her face before looking back at Severus’ dark eyes. She frowned upon seeing how bad his dark circles had gotten, her hand cupping his cheek gently and her thumb caressing the edge of his dark circles. 

“Let’s go to bed, you need to sleep,” She stated before taking his hand and pulling him out of the hospital wing. She led him back to his quarters so he could change into more comfortable clothes and after, the two had gone to her quarters. Severus was quite familiar with her quarters, however, he had never really noticed all the pictures she had around the room. He took them in as she was changing into her night clothes. 

There were pictures of Lily and James, James and Y/N, the whole Potter family, pictures of Y/N, Remus, Sirius, Peter and James and lots of pictures of Harry and the boy with his friends. Once he moved over to her nightstand to look at the pictures there, he was surprised. It was a picture of the two of them from Harry’s 11th birthday, Harry had taken a picture of them after hearing about Y/N’s new professor position and wanted a picture of his two favorite professors at Hogwarts. Even though Harry had yet to attend Hogwarts, he already knew that Potions and Herbology would be some of his favorites because his favorite people were teaching the classes. 

A warm smile appeared on Severus’ face as he looked back on that day, the three of them had so much fun, taking Harry to Diagon Alley for the first time, getting all of his stuff prepared for his first year. The smile only grew when Y/N had walked back into the room in her night dress, she had taken a shower it had seemed because her hair was wet and she smelled like lavender. She casted a spell to dry her hair before getting into bed.

“What are you smiling for?” She asked him, curious, a smile growing on her face as well.

“Just looking at your pictures and thinking about Harry’s 11th birthday. How much fun we had together, it was like we were a little family,” He spoke gently as he got into the bed next to her.

“Do you want a family one day?” She asked the man, she had never gotten an answer out of him in all of the years she had asked, she hoped this time he would answer.

“As long as I’m with you, I’d be happy to have a family, I’d be happy with just us and Harry. The decision is in your hands,” He replied. Never had she expected her heart to feel like liquid but it did indeed.

“You’re a good man Severus,” She spoke, her voice clear and full of love.

“And you’re a good woman, Y/N,” He replied, his voice too full of love.

The pair had fallen asleep rather quickly that night, starting off side by side but moving towards each other like magnets during the night. The two ending up spooning the rest of the night, Severus behind her, holding her body to him in a protective manner and Y/N in front of him, her hand resting on top of his, surrounded by his love and protection.

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do you ever think abt how we couldve seen more of nomad steve

NOMAD STEVE MY BELOVED

ohhh we were robbed, honey, in so many ways! imagine what we could have had!

- more footage of this man, luscious lovechild of hercules and adonis, most glorious chunk of deliciousness, sexy teddy bear man, the mane of a lion and the eyes of a puppy, mr Dirtied Up Good™, holy shield straps of sex, elected man with the sluttiest forearms of 2018 through 2024

- more of this Steve, who ain't playing dancing monkey for anyone anymore, who ain't asking for permission and/or forgiveness from anybody, who isn't taking anybody's shit, he just wants to fight for what he feels is right and he's not going to apologize for that, thank you very much

- his developing friendship with both Sam and Nat! them fighting like a unit! trusting each other, leaning on each other! learning more about each other! actually getting to know Steve, and his fun side, and his darker side, and his brooding side, and his silly side, and nagging him when they know he needs help but he's just too damn stubborn to ask for it

- FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY

- the three of them trying to comfort each other, each in their own (sometimes clumsy/awkward) way when a mission goes wrong, learning random words from random languages from one another (especially swear words they might have picked up in their respective times abroad lol), watching old sitcoms in their downtime, laughing together, hell even crying together, sharing too little space for too long, complaining about each other's unwashed socks, and still falling asleep on top of each other

- the few times Sam got to call his parents from a safe location. can you imagine Steve talking on the phone with Mrs Wilson? scared at first that she'll tear him a new one for putting her son in so much danger and dragging him away from home? but her knowing all too well that nobody's ever been able to make Sam do something he didn't want to do, that this was his own decision? and she's not actually mad at Steve, she just wants to make sure that "all of you kids are alright"? can you imagine Steve holding back tears the first time he hears a mother's voice talking to him, reminding him to be careful, to stay safe, after so long without it? do you think I'm crying???? I AM

- THE SKYPE CALLS WITH BUCKY

- actually EVERY SINGLE KIND OF INTERACTION WITH BUCKY, even when he's not there. Steve gazing longingly at a picture of Bucky, either physical or digital, that he makes sure to keep on him at all times. taking it out when he's lying awake at night, and everything's quiet except for Sam's snoring and the muffled sounds from the streets, and Steve thinks he saw Nat's eyes watching him in the dimness, but neither of them are going to say anything. he's just sitting in the dark, picture in hand, twirling some secret worry around in his head and missing Bucky so much it hurts. and those times (although he tries to keep these to a minimum) when he just can't help himself: he sneaks out of the room and calls Bucky, just to hear his voice. to listen to Bucky speak softly to him, his voice a little rough from sleep, but always so warm, so sweet for him. and Steve just leans his head back against the wall, and closes his eyes, and imagines he's curled up into Bucky's side, his head resting on Bucky's shoulder, with Bucky's fingers carding through his hair, and it's only then that he finds a little peace again

- all the videocalls with Bucky! the playful banter!! them arguing like an old married couple one moment, and exchanging the most besotted looks the next! Nat and Sam having to put up with all of their old-men-in-love shenanigans, and Steve never hearing the end of it lol

- Steve!! literally bounding out of the quinjet like an excited puppy when they visit his husband Bucky in Wakanda!!! overjoyed and not even bothering to hide it anymore after like the second or third time, 'cause everybody knows by now anyway!!

- all of them actually getting to rest for a while, and Steve enjoying his impromptu honeymoon with Bucky, savoring each day like it's both the first and the last of their life together, love sparkling in his eyes, happier than he's ever been before, finally free, ironically, now that he's an outlaw and a fugitive, and finding utmost delight in that knowledge

WE WERE ROBBED BLIND, HONEY