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buttercupjosh · 1 year ago

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Jump Then Fall (The 4 times everyone else thinks you’re Quinn’s romantic partner and the 1 time you actually are)

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word count: 5,045

Genres: strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve had this specific idea in my mind for about 2 years but never wrote it out because I decided to write other things first and took certain things from this concept and kinda put it into my other stories but after Quinn was named captain in September 2023, I decided to write it out. (Speaking of my other stories, I did write a Quinn fic in 2022, which you should check out). The title and this story is based off of the song, Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift. It’s set from this past week (October 7th-14th), with additional fictional elements added. (Yes, I decided to publish it on Quinn's birthday because why not?) It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“I was enchanted to meet you” -Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Prologue

Losing in a fantasy sports league can come with many different types of punishment, whether it’s being forced to eat a pancake for every wrong player you picked or putting in extra money in the winning jackpot. Your punishment for losing in the fantasy sports league you participated in was wearing a very 2014 Tumblr-esque “lol ur not Quinn Hughes” shirt that your best friend got you as a gag gift for Christmas to a Canucks game. This punishment came at a convenient time when you already planned to be in Vancouver for a work conference. Accepting your fate, you proudly donned the cringey t-shirt at the game, and as expected, people did look at you weirdly. What you didn’t plan at all was that your game seats happened to be located next to where a group of some of the Canucks WAGs were sitting. Lenasia, Ethan Bear’s fiance, noticed your shirt and immediately began talking to you. You explained to her why you were wearing such a thing and that clicked an idea in her brain. Lenasia turned away, began talking again to the other WAGs she was with, and was also frantically texting someone. After a brief period, Lenasia faced back towards you and told you to wait after the game because she had a surprise for you. You had a slight inkling of what that surprise was but silently hoped that it didn’t actually come true.

After the game was completed, Lenasia led you through the tunnels of Rogers Arena and told security that you were with her. It felt weird to hear her say that, considering that you just met her a few hours ago. You stood together outside of the Canucks locker room and the feeling of embarrassment continued to rise within you as the guys filed out, some of them laughed at your shirt and then, you saw him. Quinn was right there, less than 10 feet away from you. Your suspicions were right; you would have just settled for a signed item from him and have no interaction with him but you were actually going to meet him right now. You felt like you were going to pass out but tried your best to maintain your composure. Lenasia introduced you to Quinn and told him the same story of why you were wearing a shirt with his name on it. Quinn didn’t fully quite understand why the shirt was such a big deal but agreed to take the photo with you. He was nice enough to wrap his arm around you with a side hug and being that close together oddly felt natural and comfortable for two people who had just met for the first time. After the photo was finished being taken, Quinn kindly offered to sign your shirt so he inked his signature on your right shoulder. You thanked Quinn and Lenasia again for everything and left to return to your hotel. It was a lot to process but you were rightfully shocked that you started your night fulfilling some silly punishment and ended it by meeting the person whose name is on your shirt.

The following day, you sent the photo of you and Quinn from the night before to your friends and your friends joked in the groupchat that if you played your cards right, you might be next in line to date him. Yes, you posted about it on Instagram and tagged Quinn so everyone knew you actually met him. Since the day after you met was an off day, Quinn had some time to scroll through Instagram and he saw your post. Seeing your post led him to see all of your posts and eventually, he ended up in your DMs.

Do you always look that cute wearing someone’s name?, an Instagram message from a very familiar verified account read. You couldn’t believe it and thought you were somehow dreaming when you read Quinn’s message but it was very much real. You replied back: I guess I always do but I only wear the names of attractive guys and considering this is my only piece that has an athlete’s name, I guess you should consider yourself lucky ;) It felt odd to shamelessly flirt with a famous athlete (considering that most of them wouldn’t give you the time of day anyway) but it wasn’t like you were actually going to date him or be his friend anyway (or so you had thought).

The flirty interaction eventually led to the exchange of numbers and to a long message chain between the two of you that would extend on for months. You did return home from your trip to Vancouver and maintained a long-distance friendship with Quinn. Your friendship with Quinn was great; you trusted each other, shared some secrets, did virtual movie nights together sometimes, sent memes back and forth, told some of your closest friends and family about the other, and communicated on the phone constantly. Once of your favorite things to do with Quinn was that he would always call you during your morning commute to work and on his commute home after his games to decompress after the game. Since you didn’t live in an area where there was an NHL team, your options for seeing Quinn again in person were limited and you weren’t sure if you were going to ever see him again. It felt weird to ask about seeing each other in real life so everything was just kept online until one day, the timing was right to move things offline.

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About a year into your friendship, the right opportunity opened up for you to return to Vancouver to see Quinn again. To the delight of many, Quinn was named Captain of the Canucks and he invited you out to his first game as Captain. You were important enough to him that Quinn wanted you to be there to celebrate that amazing accomplishment; you were surprised by the invitation but excited at the prospect of seeing him again. You used some of your remaining vacation time and paid for your plane ticket to and from Vancouver; Quinn wanted to pay for something so he placed you to stay in the nicest hotel that Vancouver has to offer. You were thrilled to spend a week in Vancouver and hopefully make some fun memories with Quinn while you were there.

Your anticipation for seeing him was slightly halted when Quinn revealed that he couldn’t pick you up from the airport because your flight arrived at the same time that he had captain responsibilities to fulfill in the community so you and Quinn agreed to meet to have dinner later on that evening. Emma, Anthony Beauvillier’s girlfriend, picked you up from the airport to take you to the hotel; you had never met or interacted with Emma before but you appreciated her kind favor. The drive from Vancouver International Airport to the hotel (which Quinn did not tell you beforehand because he wanted it to be a surprise) was normally a 30-minute drive, which turned into an hour drive due to traffic. While you and Emma waited in the rush hour traffic, you talked and learned more about her, her relationship with Anthony, what things are like in Quebec, and what it’s like to be a hockey WAG. Emma had a lot of questions about your relationship with Quinn and was curious as to why you, his romantic partner, weren’t around as much before. You corrected Emma by telling her that you and Quinn were just friends and nothing more and you came to support him as your friend.

“Are you sure you and Quinn are just friends because he must really like you a lot to pay for you to stay here?”, Emma asked as you pulled up to the Fairmount Waterfront hotel.

You replied yes, you were just his friend and she handed you over your room keys that were passed to her through the chain of command. You thanked Emma for giving you a ride and you both mentioned wanting to hang out with each other again.

Quinn was not kidding when he told you that you would be staying at the best hotel in Vancouver; your room had spectacular views of the Vancouver Harbor and was very fancy. As you got ready for your dinner with Quinn, you began to reflect on your conversation with Emma about him. You could admit that he was endearingly handsome and had qualities that you were looking for in a boyfriend but you and Quinn never really discussed romantic pursuits and outside of that initial flirty exchange when you first started talking to each other and the occasional compliment, there wasn’t much flirting really going on between you. You had always assumed that Quinn had someone, whether it was someone in Vancouver or in Michigan, waiting in the wings for him. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a text from Quinn that he was coming up to the room. It was happening; for the first time in over a year, you got to see your internet best friend in person and you were ecstatic. Although he had a copy of the hotel room key, Quinn knocked on your hotel room door and a smile beamed across both of your faces as you recognized who was standing at the doorway. Quinn engulfed you in a long-awaited hug and you rocked back and forth. There were many areas in his life that made him feel delighted but hearing you laugh was one of the best sounds to him and holding you in his arms was the greatest feeling.

After separating, you realized that Quinn was dressed for a night in while you were dressed for a night out. The weather app indicated that a storm was rolling in so Quinn dressed to stay in at the hotel, order food, and have a movie night, while you were willing to brave the rain to try some of Vancouver’s cuisine. Quinn thought that you looked nice and wished that he communicated to you that Vancouver storms were no joke and you looking cute in your rain jacket wasn’t going to push him to go out in such weather either. He also really wanted to spend time with you without the distractions that come from him going out in public. You agreed to order in and changed into more comfy clothes while you waited for the food to arrive. Preseason hockey was over so Quinn decided to treat himself (and you) to some authentic Chinese food from his favorite place. As you and Quinn indulged on the delicious Chinese food, you began catching up with each other on what had occurred in your lives recently. As Quinn shared what had been going on his life lately, you heard all of the words he was saying but the only thing you were thinking about was how you just wanted to be together and you would lose focus sometimes as he spoke. You and Quinn kept talking so much on so many different topics that it was almost midnight before you decided to watch a movie. You settled on watching Ferris Buller’s Day Off before drifting off to sleep.

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For Quinn, it felt surreal to wake up the following morning next to you. After being in contact with you for over a year, here you were, right there, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. Throughout the night, Quinn was respectful of your boundaries and no lines were crossed, everything was kept PG. You were awoken by the sound of water running coming from the bathroom and waited for Quinn to emerge out. After he came out of the bathroom, you discussed the day’s plan (which there wasn’t really one) and decided to go to breakfast at a very special place. Quinn still had some time off before the first game of the season so you had even more extra time to spend with him.

On the car ride to the restaurant, you began to imagine what it would be like to live in Vancouver. Sure, this wasn’t your first time there but you saw it in a different light as you were gazing outside of the car window with Quinn by your side. You arrived at your destination and Quinn got out and kindly came around to open the door for you; it was a sweet gesture that he didn’t have to do.

The restaurant was the same cafe that Quinn and Petey tended to frequent and the wait staff at the restaurant was so familiar with him, down to the point that they knew his exact order: plain buttermilk waffles topped with whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, and sides of bacon, potatoes, and guacamole. The waitress, an older woman named Louise, reminded you of an endearing grandmother figure; she even put your meal on the house as a treat. After the meal concluded and you were on the way back to Quinn’s car, a fan was waiting right outside of the restaurant for an opportunity to meet the captain of their favorite team. The fan approached you, Quinn’s romantic partner, to take their photo together. You wanted to correct the fan for being wrong but you also could tell that Quinn wanted to get going so you let it be; besides, Quinn didn’t even hear the fan address you as his lover. Quinn later on apologized for the fan encounter but it wasn’t an issue for you, you understood who he was and the things that came with being a famous athlete and you expected something like that might happen while you were together. You continued on the rest of your spontaneous day, being touristy around Vancouver, visiting Gastown, Stanley Park, and Granville Island with the cutest tour guide.

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Your time in Vancouver coincided with Canadian Thanksgiving. Dinner is usually held at the team captain’s house and since Quinn is the captain, dinner would be held at his place but since his apartment couldn’t quite hold the entire team, Tyler Myers offered to host dinner at his home. It was exciting to celebrate a holiday together and learn more about each other’s Thanksgiving traditions but it also made you feel a little nervous because you would be meeting more of Quinn’s teammates and spending time with their families. The Canucks team’s Thanksgiving dinner was potluck style and everyone had to bring something so you and Quinn offered to bring a dessert. You decided to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and Quinn graciously purchased the ingredients for you and let you use his kitchen. Quinn was a good sous chef; he actually enjoyed baking with you and you both had fun together. You even got into a little squabble over who would wash the dishes before agreeing that you would wash them and Quinn would dry them. After the cookies were done, you both got ready for dinner.

On the car ride over to the Myers house, your mind began to wander, contemplating about the domestic moment you shared earlier with Quinn and how you would want more moments like that with him. Quinn felt the same way but wasn’t sure how to verbally tell you that. Before you knew it, you had arrived at your destination. You casually mixed and mingled with the other Canucks players and their families; as expected, some of the players had kids and the kids were curious to know who you were and you explained to them that you were Quinn’s friend. Tristan, Tyler’s son, asked if you were Quinn’s lover friend and you were going to tell him no but you were interrupted by the message that dinner was about to be served so you let it go.

Despite your initial nervousness about the event, dinner actually went well and your cookies were a hit. The other Canucks players and their wives and girlfriends accepted you well into their group; they liked you for you and they liked you with Quinn. Due to the fact he’s their captain, some of the guys pushed Quinn into giving a speech and he expressed his thankfulness and gratitude on such a special holiday; he even looked at you when he mentioned how glad he was to have the people in the room as a part of his life.

During the post-dinner relaxation time, you and Quinn settled into watching the CFL game that was on before Tristan came up to ask the both of you to play hide and seek with him and his sister, Skylar. The football game wasn’t that interesting to either of you so you both agreed to play. Since you were the guest, the kids had you count first.

As you were looking to see where Quinn and the kids were hiding, you observed around the Myers home and began to think about how this was something that you had desired to have one day; a home full of love, laughter, and children. You checked the guest room closet to see if anyone was hiding in there before greeting Quinn by shouting BOO as soon as you opened the door. Instead of stepping out to help you find Skylar and Tristan, Quinn pulled you back into the closet and shut the door for a quiet moment alone. Quinn’s heart was beating super fast, not just because you inflicted fear into him for a brief second, but also because you were close to each other inside the dark closet. You obviously couldn’t see in the darkness but Quinn kept staring at the presumed outline of your mouth because he wanted pull you closer and kiss you so bad. Quinn almost had his chance to ask but was interrupted by the sound of children’s feet pattering on the ground and the door opening. Tristan quickly corrected you that as the counter, you were not allowed to hide until it was your turn to hide. An all-too-familiar chuckle came out of Quinn and you rolled your eyes at him since he was the one who caused you to break the rules before playing another round of hide and seek with the kids.

When it was time to say goodbye, Tristan and Skylar came over to give you a departing hug and Tristan loudly said that he had fun with you, Quinn’s special friend. It warmed your heart to hear his little voice say that to you. Before dropping you off back at the hotel, you had asked Quinn if he was going to stop and get his annual Thanksgiving apple pie slice from the bakery. He had mentioned his Thanksgiving tradition to you only once but it meant a lot to him that you had remembered that. Due to the fact that you made dessert from scratch, Quinn forgot to pick up the pie beforehand to bring to the party and the bakery with the pie that he enjoyed was already closed, but it was okay. Quinn didn’t mind skipping his tradition because he got to make a new memory with you. You and Quinn had such a good time at the Thanksgiving dinner and you had quietly hoped to get the opportunity to spend more holidays together.

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The Canucks home opener was finally here. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for Quinn; he knew that this day was coming but it felt a little more surreal that it was actually here. Quinn’s parents, Ellen and Jim, even flew in to watch their son receive his official captaincy before jetting off to go watch Jack and Luke at the Devils home opener the following day. You felt a bit of deja vu being back at Rogers Arena, since that was the place you and Quinn had met over a year ago, but that deja vu feeling came in a good way. It was fun to watch warmups with the other WAGs and you got to see Emma again. As warmups went on, you held J.T. Miller’s son, Owen, in your arms while Natalie Miller held her daughters, Scarlett and Scottlyn, closer to the glass to give them a better view to see their father on the ice. Since the day was very busy for Quinn, the only time he got to see you was for a brief second during warmups. Quinn’s heart swelled up with joy when he saw you at the glass, holding baby Owen and he also thought you looked so stunning and beautiful in your outfit. He wanted to pass you a puck but instead, he gave you a quick wink and passed a puck to a young fan with a sign and continued to skate around.

Warmups were over and the game was about to start soon so you went up to your seats. Instead of having you sit with the other WAGs, Quinn got you a ticket next to his parents. Of course, Quinn wanted you to meet his parents for the first time in a much more formal way but due to the limited time that you all had in Vancouver, it was slightly more convenient for you to meet his parents while at the game. It was a little awkward at first to meet Quinn’s parents because you were just Quinn’s long-distance friend and meeting the parents is a big deal but Jim and Ellen already knew who you were because you were important enough to their son that he had told them about you. Ellen mentioned to you that she suspected you were dating Quinn because he spoke so highly about you, indicating a possible crush but always shut it down by mentioning that you were just friends.

When it was time for Quinn to be introduced as captain, you got delightful goosebumps on your body because you were so proud of him. You already knew he was captain but watching some of the old Canucks captains pass the torch over to one of your best friend’s brought a rush of happiness to you; your heart even skipped a beat as he put on the jersey with the “C” on it. The game itself was amazing; the Canucks beat the Oilers 8 to 1 and Quinn had a 3-point night. Throughout little moments during the game, Jim and Ellen would ask you different questions about yourself and share tidbits about Quinn; it was nice that they were actively engaging and getting to know you. You were worried that Jim and Ellen wouldn’t like you as a person and for their son but it turns out that they enjoyed your presence and it also didn’t hurt that it was really fun to cheer for Quinn alongside his parents.

After the game was over, you, Jim, and Ellen walked down the same tunnels to the Canucks dressing room that you had walked to over a year ago when you met Quinn for the first time but this time, you weren’t as nervous to see him. Still experiencing the high from the evening’s successful game, Quinn was so ecstatic to see you, waiting for him with his beloved parents. When Quinn had invited you to come to his game, he had imagined seeing you again in those familiar halls with his parents in his mind and that moment of imagination came true. In his post-game interview, Quinn had mentioned that he would hold onto the night’s memories forever and you would also hold onto those memories in your own way too.

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Since the Canucks had to leave for a roadtrip after their home opener and you were leaving soon, you had one last day to both celebrate Quinn’s birthday early and also to do something to say farewell to you. Instead of just a big fancy birthday/goodbye dinner, you and Quinn decided to go out for a day on the golf course and out to a casual dinner afterward; you also had to run a few errands because Quinn needed to grab some things before leaving on his upcoming road trip. Quinn picked you up to go with him to drop off his parents at the airport so that you could see them again and he wanted your opinion on some things when he went to IKEA. The car ride over to the airport was fine and Jim and Ellen didn’t mind getting in some extra time with their potential child-in-law. You and Quinn stepped out of the car to help with their bags and give his parents a goodbye hug. While you were giving the Hughes family some space and waiting in the car, Ellen whispered in her son’s ear that you were a keeper. His mother was right and Quinn had known that from the moments that he spent with you, the conversations you shared together and you were everything he ever wanted. Quinn had the keys to unlock your heart but he just needed to use them. Throughout the entire time you were there, Quinn began mentally preparing himself to confess his feelings for you somehow but those plans always fell flat because the anxiety of not being sure if you liked him romantically lingered throughout the air and he was scared to ruin the friendship you shared. He was falling for you hard but he was afraid to take that leap.

With one final wave goodbye, Jim and Ellen left for their flight to New Jersey and you and Quinn continued on the day’s itinerary. Goodbyes were always going to be a bit difficult, no matter who or what you were saying goodbye to. Quinn tried to not wear his heart on his sleeve and be strong but you could tell that Quinn was sad to see his parents go so you reached over and gently placed your hand on top of his. Quinn told you thank you and you shared a quick glance with him before arriving at IKEA. Instead of immediately telling you how he felt, you and Quinn aimlessly wandered around the large store; you had mentioned to Quinn that his apartment was missing a floor lamp in the living room so that he didn’t have to use the overhead ceiling light as much and he took you to IKEA to help him pick one out. Thursday afternoons at IKEA were quiet so it was almost like you and Quinn had the whole store to yourselves. As you walked through the store, you and Quinn looked at the different room setups and asked each other what you liked and disliked about each room setup; you also both began to imagine what it would be like to share a home together. Quinn even absentmindedly grabbed onto your hand and your fingers interlocked together for a brief second before you found the lamps and slipped your hand away to look at them. You picked out a black floor lamp that matched the aesthetic of Quinn’s apartment and continued to wander around the store until you reached the cash register. Quinn didn’t try to hold your hand again and neither of you brought up that moment for the rest of the day. Your time at the golf course was fun; being the self-proclaimed golf expert he was, Quinn did win the game.

Quinn decided that he wanted to have his birthday dinner/last meal with you at Moxie’s. While you waited for your food to arrive, you gave Quinn his birthday gift. It was challenging to get a gift for someone who could afford plenty and rarely mentioned what they wanted so you got Quinn a signed copy of Golf Kitchen, a cookbook that included recipes from some of the most famous golf clubs around the world, and a grill set that looked like golf items; it combined two of his interests: cooking and golf. Quinn was a bit taken aback by your gift because you didn’t have to actually get him anything; your presence and time spent with him was a gift within itself. He had mentioned it before but Quinn was so grateful to have you as a part of his life and he was going to miss you tremendously once you returned home. You would miss him so much and were sad that your great time with Quinn was coming to an end; you still had an extra full day in Vancouver before your flight early Saturday but the Canucks were leaving for Edmonton on Friday after morning skate.

After dinner, Quinn walked you up to your hotel room and you and Quinn continued to soak up all of the time you had left together as much as you could before the inevitable departure came. Before leaving, Quinn passed you a signed warm-up puck from last night’s game, mentioning that he owed it to you. You held the piece of rubber in your hand, smoothing your fingers over his signature.

“So now, you own two things with my name on it”, Quinn cheesily told you.

You were trying to hold back your tears and masquerade your emotions but you began to sob while embracing Quinn for one last time. Quinn felt a bit emotional too and he blurted out that he was in love with you; he decided to be brave and not let the fear take over. You thought your mind was playing a trick on you when you heard him so you looked up at the green eyes that were staring and waiting for a reply from you.

“Did you just say that you’re in love with me?”, you hesitantly asked.

“Um, maybe I should have kept that to myself. I’m sor-”, Quinn rambled.

You cut Quinn off with a kiss, something that he had been waiting a while to experience with you. You repeated that you had loved Quinn back as well. A long wave of relief rushed over the both of you; the jump was worth the fall and you were there to catch him. You didn’t have to say it out loud but Quinn knew that you would always be there for him. Quinn asked if you were available to come back to visit him for Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe losing in a fantasy league wasn’t so bad after all.

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starrystormwritings · 7 months ago

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Red Wine

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Remus Lupin x Reader

A/n: I lowkey hate this but it was inspired by the image of Sirius Black loving tequila and me thinking that all the muggle born students watching the others get drunk without it touching them was hilarious. This is based in their 7th year.

Summary: Muggle drinks and muggle drinking games.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of underaged drinking, swearing, kissing, jealousy, fake ID

Word Count: 2232

(NOT MY GIF)

"Psst! Y/n! Over here!"

I spun my head around to see Christopher Adam's waving me over from the corner of the room, pointing enthusiastically at the plastic bag in his hands.

I smiled back at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll be back now." I said to Sirius, who was spinning me around to the ABBA song playing before Chris had interrupted us.

"What does he want?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow "You got a new boyfriend or something?" He laughed slightly as I rolled my eyes and just walked away from him.

Me and some of the other muggle born students were starting to find these Gryffindor parties boring after the summer.

After partying at home with muggle drinks the classic fire whisky and witches brew just wasn't doing anything for us anymore, as funny as it was watching the pure and half bloods get extremely drunk so fast there's only so many parties you can do sober.

Hence Christopher.

A small group of us had gathered our money together and convinced Chris to use one of his approved trips to visit home to stop by a muggle store and complete a shopping list.

It took us a week to make him a fake ID good enough for him to pass as eighteen.

"So? How'd it go?" I asked, smiling brightly at him as I took the bag out of his hands.

"No hassle with the ID, although I did have to go to four stores so I didn't look suspicious buying this much alcohol for everyone." He rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"You're a lifesaver, we all owe you big time. Thank you!"

He just waved me off and I happily ran back over to the boys with the bag in my arms.

They were all giving the an identical look of speculation as I approached.

"What have you done?" James asked, trying to grab the bag off me before I pulled back.

"Why do you assume such little from me! I've gotten you all presents. Muggle presents actually."

Sirius perked up at that, excitedly shaking Remus's shoulders. Causing him to lean the other way with a smile.

"I'm about to show you all how muggles drink, because fire whisky is nothing in comparison. I've got fuck loads of things to share but I tried to get each of you something I thought you'd like."

"So it's alcohol?" Peter asked, now it was him having to push an excited Sirius away.

"Yep! For you Peter, gin. We don't have any tonic so drink it with lemonade, I think you'll like it though." He smiled widely as I handed him the rounded bottle, quickly opening it to smell it.

"It smells nice?"

"Yeah not all alcohol needs to smell like straight ass." I laughed nodding to the fire whisky in his other hand.

"James I've got you some muggle beers. I genuinely think this will change your life." I said with a laugh, handing him over the six pack as he looked at it bewildered.

"Like butter beer?"

"Kinda? Just a lot less sweet."

He nodded with a smile and popped the top of the bottle off, his smile growing as he tasted it.

"This is alcoholic?"

I laughed at him and turned to Sirius who looked like he was about to explode if I didn't show him what else was in the bag.

"Sirius I got you some tequila. There's some lime and salt on the table over there, you'll want them to take a shot. Lily will show you, she's been looking forward to it all night."

He took the bottle off me with a smirk before quickly hugging me from behind, placing an exaggerated kiss on the side of my face before running off.

"Thank you!"

I laughed at him, and watched James follow after him after a mention of Lily, Peter as always followed behind James.

"I hope you got yourself something, you're way too generous."

Remus said, sitting up on the table next to me with a soft smile.

"Oh don't worry I did." I reached to pull the large bottle from the bag "Some good old fashioned vodka for me."

He laughed at me and sniffed the bottle I held out in front of him, recoiling back.

"It smells horrible." He said with a laugh.

"That's how you know it's strong." I replied, coughing hard as I took a sip from the bottle. "I should probably mix it with some coke."

He laughed at me for a minute, nodding "Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll go get you some."

I placed an arm in front of him as he went to move to stop him.

"Not so quick Lupin, didn't think I'd forget you did I?"

"You didn't have to get me anything." A small blush covered his cheeks, reassuring me that I made the right call with getting him something.

"That's why you're my favourite."

"Wow I always thought Sirius was your favourite." He replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah well don't tell him, it would crush him."

He continued to laugh as I pulled the bottle of red wine out of my bag, passing it over to him.

"I think you'll like it, not as strong as the others but you'll enjoy it."

He looked over the bottle inquisitively.

"Thank you, I'll go pour myself a glass and grab you that coke." He smiled warmly at me, squeezing my knee as he got up.

My eyes followed him across the room, I smiled as I watched him interact with an already drunk Sirius who was shouting about the impressive feat of muggle alcohol.

"You're drooling." Mary said from behind me, causing me to jump and hit her in the arm.

"Shut up."

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"So you've all been enjoying the muggle drinks, how about a muggle game to go with it!" Marls shouted from the middle of the room, clearly drunk.

A large group slowly made their way into a circle on the floor as Marls enthusiastically went around the room trying to gather a large enough group.

Remus groaned as I pulled him off the wall he was leaning on and led him towards the floor, an obvious smile on his face.

"Ok so you spin the bottle." She giggled while placing one of James's now empty beer bottles into the middle of the group. "You and whoever it lands on go into the broom cupboard for seven minutes. What happens is there is up to you." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively whilst laughing as the game began.

As the circle slowly made its way around I found myself hunched over onto Remus in a fit of laughter at Sirius and Peters faces as they came out of the cupboard looking very unamused.

As the group calmed down Sirius took his seat back next to me in the circle and most eyes moved towards me.

I giggled awkwardly before leaning forward and spinning the bottle as hard as I could.

As I lent back and watched it spin I silently prayed that it would land on the boy sat next to me who seemed to be avoiding my eye contact as everyone made a drum roll sound around us.

Much to my dismay instead of landing on Remus the bottle instead pointed towards the one and only James Potter whose face went bright red.

I laughed softly and stood up, watching him as he followed. The room whistling as we made our way into the small space.

If it wasn't gonna land on Remus James would've probably been my second choice, he was to in love with Lily to ever make a move on someone else. And I felt the same way about our best friend.

"So this isn't awkward." I joked with a smile.

He just half way laughed in response.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my eyes adjusting in the dark to make out his figure.

"Yeah it's stupid, Lily's just been avoiding me all night. I know I make a fool of myself for her but sometimes I just wish that she would just look at me." He sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe she is and you're just not seeing?"

"Trust me, I'd see." He sadly laughed and I patted his shoulder comfortingly before getting an idea.

"I've got a way that would get her to look at you."

He turned to look at me with what I guessed was a confused expression.

I reached up to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

"Whoa Y/n what are you doing?"

I laughed slighting at him, shaking my head.

"No I'm not doing that, trust me."

I reached up to ruffle my hand through his hair to make it messier, then moving to untuck one side of his shirt.

"Yeah she'll look at me if I look like shit. Is that the plan?" He laughed slightly and I softly hit him with the back of my hand.

I messed my own hair up as well, also shifting my clothes so they were slightly askew.

"Jealousy is the plan James."

It seemed to click with him then and despite the dark I could see the red blush on his face.

"You really think that'll work?"

"I hate to say it but if one thing will make her notice you, it's thinking that you might've noticed someone else. I'm also really drunk so this might be a bad plan."

He laughed at me, covering his mouth to try and stay quieter.

"I'm drunk enough to give it a go." He responded with a smile.

"Last touch." I reached up to move his glasses to sit crooked on his face with a laugh.

"There, perfect. Let's get you your lady."

As I spoke there was a knock at the door, and a second later Sirius Black swung them open.

"Merlin! Didn't see that happening." He said with a laugh, looking between us in disbelief "I always thought you were into Moony Y/n."

James punched him softly in the arm, shaking his head and I just walked past silently, trying to shake the blush off of my face and hoping everyone was just ignoring the obviously drunk pure blood.

I made my way back over to the circle but before I could sit back down Remus had already stood from his spot next to me and walked out of the common room with his bottle of wine.

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I'd been wandering the castle grounds looking for Remus for the last thirty minutes.

The party had died down and everyone was so drunk most of them had passed out by now.

I was buzzed enough that the cold wasn't bothering me but I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Remus would've gone.

I sat on the floor against the railing as I finally got to the top of the astronomy tower, the vodka and the amount of stairs I just climbed had knocked the wind out of me.

"Y/n?"

A familiar voice said from next to me, making me jump.

"Jesus, I've been looking for you." I smiled at him but he only held my eye contact for a second before looking back out to the night sky.

"You disappeared, it got boring without you."

He laughed slightly and shook his head, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"I'm sure it was fine without me. You and James sure didn't look bored." He chuckled awkwardly making me quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What? Me and James?"

He just nodded, avoiding my eyes.

"James definitely isn't bored, Lily's been all over him all night." I laughed softly and he just looked at me inquisitively.

"Aren't you upset by that?"

"Upset? Why would I be upset? Honestly I think it's a miracle."

He laughed slightly at that and finally looked back over to me.

"But you and James were snogging each other? Was that just a joke or something?"

I just looked at him confused for a second before breaking out into giggles.

"Oh you didn't actually think we did that? Gross no! I just thought that it would make Lily jealous. It worked by the way."

He seemed to think for a second before a small smile finally made its way onto his face.

"Oh, so you didn't actually kiss him?"

I snorted, covering my face quickly in embarrassment.

"No no, I just messed up his hair and unbuttoned his shirt a little. He's not my type."

Remus laughed quietly at that, relaxing a little.

"Good."

I nudged him lightly with my elbow, sliding over to sit next to him, bumping our knees together.

"Careful Lupin it almost feels like you're jealous."

He just looked at me for a second, a little smile on his face as he moved to stand up, offering me his hand.

"Maybe I was." He chuckled softly and pulled me to my feet as I just looked at him dazed.

"C'mon I'll walk you back to your dorm." He threaded our fingers together and went to walk but I didn't move.

"I wanted the bottle to land on you, for the record."

We both stood there for a second, just looking at each other before he grabbed my chin softly and lent down.

I never really liked the taste of red wine until that night.

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nanaminokanojo · 5 months ago

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ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 61

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Narrations after the 7th panel. Also, I've updated Parts 56 and 60. The video is working on the former and I forgot to add the narrations on the latter prior to the video. Idk what I was thinking with this last update. Sorry for that and for this very brief update. Smutty things to come in the next chapters!

You were left to think of what Uraume told you, said in such an unsentimental manner that one would have thought that they were just talking about something trivial. But it got you thinking of so many things all at the same time, perplexed about the meaning behind those simple words, thrown out in the wind, free for interpretation.

However, you were no longer able to ask as the others returned, Choso immediately slinging an arm over your shoulder and asking after you. “You look flushed. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Y-yes, thank you.” Your eyes immediately flicked to Sukuna who was standing beside Uraume, and you felt your face heating up all the more when he smiled at you. “It’s just really hot.”

“You sure?" he asked, snickering. You knew what he was getting at, but you didn't say anything.

“Hi, princess,” Naoya greeted, blocking your view of Sukuna.

You thought he was nice although he could be rather full of himself. It wasn’t in an annoying way, just in a funny, disarming way. Noisy, too. “Hi.”

“Call me Naoya.”

You nodded but you did not say it, suddenly remembering your confliction about what Uraume told you. You did notice it, too, the way everyone called Sukuna by his last name. Everyone just referred to him as “Ryomen,” and you pondered on whether it meant anything that you’re the only one who called him by his birth name.

The thoughts plagued you even as you sat in the car, your eyes remaining trained on him in the tense silence that seemed to have followed your last words when he asked you if you were ready to go home. You still couldn’t shake the same feeling you had earlier when you were watching him play, your senses seemingly hyper-aware of every single detail of him. Your heart felt full as the afternoon sun shone through the windows, touching his being that you thought, if you blinked, he’d disappear like a mirage.

It was the case up to the moment he parked on the spot next to where your own car had been sitting in the garage since the accident. It was gathering dust, but you have grown accustomed to the passenger side of Sukuna's car, the apple-cinammon air freshener he used and the feeling of having someone to talk to and laugh with while going places.

You didn't like the idea of driving on your own anymore, always alone inside your car.

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write-orflight · 1 year ago

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Golden: Chapter 3

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev - Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (Friends to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2. 1K

Warnings: No warnings. Over-bearing mother maybe??

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: One misheard conversation turns Y/N and Spencer’s perfect friendship upside down. Now, she needs him to play pretend for her parents wedding. Will their friendship last this one little hiccup? Or will it change how they see each other forever?

A.N Guess who's back in the house?? Sorry for my long hiatus I didn't have a way to write for a while but now with my new laptop. I plan on writing a lot more! reply to this if you want to be back on my taglist. Love, Cia

Chapter 3: I know you were way too bright for me

You sprinted across the quad at record speed. In fact, you’d be surprised if a track coach didn’t try to recruit you because you knew you had to be breaking some type of record. You saw Spencer walking from his Advanced Physics class when you tackled him from behind, sending him toppling over.

Spencer sputtered for a second before turning over realizing it was you. “Y-Y/N, What the heck?!”

“Shut up.” You say, from your perch on top of him. You pull the folded piece of paper out of your back pocket, shoving it in the taller man’s face. “Read it and weep.”

Spencer squinted slightly at the paper. “This is a C…”

“Hell yea, it’s a C!” You say, excitedly. “In calculus! Effectively bringing my D up to a low C.”

“And we’re happy?”

“Yes!” You say, shaking the man by his shoulders. “Because I never have to take that shit again, which means we’re going out tonight.”

Spencer groans which you mock. “Don’t you think you should be studying instead? To bump that grade up.”

“Nope, C’s get degrees, so I’m getting shots. Which means you are too.”

“Fine… but you’ll have to let me up first.” Spencer says. You mumble a quick ‘oh yea’ as you get up off the man’s lap. He brushes the dirt off his pants as he stands with a small frown on his face.

The two of you walk in silence in the direction of the bar just off campus before Spencer looks over at you.

“I’m proud of you for getting a C, Y/N.” Spencer smiles down at you. “I know you were struggling with Calculus. You should be proud.”

You smile up at the man. Spencer doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the supernova you seemed to hide behind your teeth. “Thank you, Spence.”

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“Let’s just tell her we both died.” You say, as you drive down the road that leads closer and closer to your childhood home. “We’re in the FBI, she’ll believe it.”

Spencer laughs. “Faking your death won’t solve our problems, Y/N.”

“Fine… witness protection then.”

“We’re gonna be fine, our story is air-tight, we prepped for this, and it’s only for a week.”

You sank more and more into your seat as Spencer turned down Cherrytree Drive, your childhood street. You couldn’t help the dread that entered your heart as you passed the big tree you used to climb as a kid which was also how you broke your arm in the 7th grade.

Spencer parks in your parents' very expensive, long driveway. Your parents were both doctors and did fairly well for themselves even after retirement due to some good investments. Spencer looked over at the petrified look on your face and gave you a pity smile.

“Look, if you want we can say there was a last minute case and we can turn back. But it’s your parent’s anniversary and even though you don’t like the circumstances, I know you’d be more upset if you missed it.” You blew a breath, you knew Spencer was right, as he often was. “I’ll be right here… Whatever you want to do.”

You sigh again. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.” You say, before swinging the car door open.

The first person you see is your sister running down the front steps, her mellow-demeanored husband following shyly behind her. You run halfway to meet her as Spencer grabs your bags.

“Y/N!” The wind is knocked out of you slightly as the 2 of you collided. “God, it’s been too long, how come you never visit?”

“You know, my work schedule. We’re just lucky the serial killers took a break this week.” You laugh at your sister’s scared expression. She never liked the details of your job, being one of those people who thought Serial killers only existed in the 70s.

She changes the subject almost as soon as possible. “I see you roped Spencer into saving you from the Momster. Do you really think you guys are gonna pull it off?”

“Well, Spencer seems to think so and he’s smarter than me, so.”

Your sister hums for a second. “You know, I think you two are gonna pull it off.” She says, in a way that almost sounds sneaky, you raise an eyebrow at her. “You wanna know why I think you’re going to pull it off?”

You decide to indulge her. “I don’t know, why Rachel?”

“Because I don’t think you guys are going to make it through the week before realizing you’re madly in love with each other.” She says, making mock kissy faces at you which you push her for.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Rach, You know me and Spencer are just friends.”

She holds her hands up in mock defense. “Hey, I’m just saying. I don’t look at any of my friends the way the two of you look at each other. I’m just saying maybe this weekend, the party, all the Romantic energy.” Rachel says, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes at that. “Maybe you’ll see what I see.” Rachel shrugs.

“And what do you see?” You say, deciding to indulge her.

“A man who's completely in love with you.” She says, turning to the two men who were getting your bags from the car. Well, Jacob was getting the bags from the car while Spencer excitedly explained ancient marriage traditions. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You look over at your sister who is smirking at you, you roll your eyes at her again.

“Come on, let’s go find mom.”

You find your mom standing at the kitchen counter baking while your little sister, Isabelle, was sitting on the other side of the kitchen island studying. You walk up and tussle her hair.

“Hey Squirt!” You say, excitedly.

“You know, I’m an adult now, right?” She says, hands moving up frantically to fix her hair. “I don’t like being called Squirt.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Izzy.” You say, watching her grumble a soft ‘my name is Isabelle’ under her breath before turning your attention to your mother. “Hey Mama.” You say, softly as you go into her waiting open arms.

“Oh, my baby! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” She says into your shoulder. She pulls away holding you at arms length. “So… where is he?” She questions in a kind of sing-song tone.

“Where’s who?” You say, deciding to play dumb to mess with your mother. She just levels you with a look. “He’s getting our bags with Jake.”

Your mother lets you go to swat at you. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were dating Spencer! Of all people!”

“Yea, I know, Mama.” You say, already starting to feel bad for lying to your mother. “It’s just new and we work together… we just wanted to keep it under wraps and all.”

“And it’s not a problem? Working together?”

You shake your head. “Spencer and I work well together.”

“No, I mean dating and working together. Your coworkers don’t mind?”

“Oh.” You say, understanding her question now. “No, none so far. But we do different things for the team.”

“Oh, I know they were probably rooting for you crazy kids as much as we were. When I told your dad, he even smiled.” She says, happily. It doesn’t sound like much but for the stoic man it was practically jumping for joy.

As if on cue, Spencer walks in and your mother immediately forgets you exist. “Oh, Spencer!” She says, smiling brightly at the young man.

“Hi, Ms. Y/L/N.” He says, softly.

“Oh, honey, you can call me Abigail.” The older woman says. “Or even Mom if you’d like.”

“Ma!” You say, slightly embarrassed. “Do you think we could go upstairs and unpack? We had a long trip.”

“Of course, honey. I set up the guest room for you guys, unless you want to sleep in your old room?” Your mother asks. You frown at the thought of sleeping in your eye-draining bright pink room with Tween Beat posters probably still on the walls and shook your head.

“We’ll take the guest room.” You say, practically pulling Spencer away.

Once the two of you are secluded in the room, you take the first sigh of relief you had been holding.

“We can still back out if you want.” You say, as Spencer sets your bags down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know my mom would be so… pushy immediately.”

“I did.” You give Spencer a confused expression. “I’ve been preparing for this since you asked me. I know what your family’s like, it can't be any worse than what we do everyday.”

“It could be. It’s my mother.”

As if you were speaking of the devil, you hear the familiar rapping of your formative years on the door before your mother just fully walks in half-covering her eyes with her hands.

“Hope everyone’s decent?”

“We’ve been up here for 4 minutes, Ma.” You say, rolling your eyes while Spencer smirked at the antics of your mother.

“I just wanted to see what you were wearing tonight.” Your mom smiled. You and Spencer looked up shocked.

“Umm, what’s tonight, mother?” You say, eyebrows raised. Your mom holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“I know we said we were only having the two parties for the vow renewal but I was so excited that you were coming home and bringing Spencer. I may have invited a couple of people over for dinner tonight.”

You clench your jaw, knowing your moms game. “Uh-huh, a couple of people… And how many is a couple people?”

“Like… maybe 50… or 70?”

“Mom! We’ve been traveling all day, I hardly think we’ll be the best entertainment.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s only dinner anyway.” Your mom says, tapping your cheek in that enduring this is not open for discussion way she tends to do. “Now, try to look presentable, people will start arriving by 6.” She says, leaving without another word.

“Shit!” You exclaim, frustratedly, face planting into the bed “Spencer, honestly if you want to leave right now, I wouldn’t blame you. I should’ve known she’d pull some shit like this.” You say, muffled into the clean sheets.

You feel a hand at the small of your back. You ignore the warm feeling that travels up your spine at Spencer’s touch. You knew this weekend was gonna be a test of your self-control but if a hand on your back was going to make you dizzy then maybe you needed to be the one to back out this weekend.

“I know who your mom is too, so I already anticipated it. However, if you just want to leave, we can go.”

“But then I’d feel bad, I dragged you out here, made you help me with a ruse…”

“You need to remember, I came here for you. I decided to go along with this for you, because you asked me to. I care about you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

You turn over and look up at Spencer and you can’t help but feel your heart sink. Here was a man, who had done nothing but make sure you were okay the entire duration of your friendship and all you could think of was the softness of his eyes. How the light in the room danced in his eyes, how his jaw looked in his position above you. Spencer was a good friend, your best friend, and he was here because he wanted to help his friend. And here you were unable to stop the fluttery feeling in your stomach when he looked at you. You knew you liked Spencer but you also knew you didn’t deserve Spencer. As a friend or… anything else. The absolute least you could do was try to be a good friend, so you swallow that feeling before smiling up at Spencer.

“It’s just the weekend, right?” You say. “Nothing changes.”

Spencer looks slightly remorseful, only for a brief second before smiling back at you. “Yea.. nothing changes.”

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delta-pavonis · 2 years ago

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Fic: Making the Cut

Dreamling (Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless) || Rated T || 1k words || complete Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, modern dancing, jealous Dream is best Dream, gratuitous use of Renaissance instruments, might be crack?

Jealousy, for it could only be that, made every muscle in Dream’s Waking body tighten, to the point that he was glad he had the wherewithal to vanish his wineglass before it was crushed to dust in his hand. Lex said something and Hob threw his head back in laughter. As he did so her fingers tangled in the hair at Hob’s nape, pulling strands from his ponytail, and Dream was on his feet and moving forward before he could think better of it.

Because the GIFs in THIS POST have taken over my brain and I was not be able to get any work done until I silenced the voices. Be the Dreamling you want to see in the world.

Fic under the cut. Reblog and tag if you think I should continue. 😜

It took nigh on forty years, the establishment of a trust to fund the project, and an absurd amount of money (mostly paying lawyers), but Hob Gadling had won the rights to restore the White Horse Inn.

Well, actually, according to the paperwork, Rudolf Gass, grandson of British ex-pat Robert Daglin through his marriage to a German painter named Rosemarie Krause, whose daughter married the glazier Albrecht Gass, now had the rights to restore the White Horse Inn. Dream hadn’t followed the details further than that.

But, given that it was the White Horse, and all the sentimentality it held for them, Hob had been absolutely adamant that Dream should make an appearance at the party he was holding at the New Inn in celebration.

And if Dream had been subtly nudging the dreams of some elected officials and government officers over the past seven years since his return from captivity, well, that could be a secret kept between him and the White Horse herself. That the paperwork went through on the 7th of June was merely a coincidence of cosmic proportions.

Clearly.

Dream hid his private smirk behind a sip of red wine.

The New Inn was alive with revelers, many of them historians and academics, and Dream supposed he should have not been surprised at their propensity for theatrics. A musician with a deep knowledge of Renaissance musical instruments was currently rapidly plucking away at a cittern with the thumping bass of lyricless electronic music coming from the speaker behind him. Another had rushed out of the bar to her bicycle to head back to her office to grab her crumhorn. Hob seemed delighted and that was what mattered.

Other than the barstools, one of which Dream was perched on right now, any of the furniture that was not nailed down had been shoved aside to make a small dancefloor. Hob had barely spent more than a handful of minutes off of it since sundown.

Said victorious professor tumbled out of the crowd and caught himself on the bar right in front of Dream. Panting, sweating, and glowing with happiness, he signaled the bartender for a pint and moved to retie his hair back from where it had fallen out of the tail at his nape. He canted his hip into the side of the bar to hold himself upright. Hob’s eyes were full of bright mischief as he looked to his longest-held friend and took a swig of ale. “My friend, are you sure I cannot entice you to-”

“Come on Rudi! This is our song!” A tall, slim woman with graying black hair bouncing around her shoulders in locs grabbed Hob’s arm and tugged him back into the fray just as a different song started blaring from the speakers. Her smile was wide and welcoming and she had a startling resemblance to Dream’s older sister, if much more lithe of form. She was sleek as an otter with a glint in her eye twice as clever. She dreamed of writing historical fiction and running long distances and cups of tea on the sun porch with her enormous fluffy orange tabby.

“We don’t have a song, Lex!” Hob just barely got the half-full pint back onto the bartop, laughing as he let himself be pulled away, looking apologetically over his shoulder at his friend left on the barstool.

They didn’t enter the crowd fully, just joined the edge of the amoeba of humans, which meant that, for the first time that evening, Dream got to see all of Hob dancing instead of just his head and shoulders.

The pair started with the choreographed moves of a courtly bassadanza, which did not work at all without a large group of others dancing with them, and so, with a trip and a laugh, Lex threw her arms over Hob’s shoulders and pulled their bodies together. It seemed reflex had Hob’s hands on her waist, put a slight bend in his knee, so that he could slide a knee between her thighs and then their pelvises were rocking close together.

As he approached his coat dissolved into shadow, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt, tight black jeans, and black boots. Dream tapped Hob on the shoulder, but his gaze was fixed on the woman. “May I cut in?”

It was probably unfair to color his voice with Endless power, with seductive tones inviting complete acquiescence, but, as Hob would say in the current turn of phrase, Dream had no fucks left to give.

Both pairs of dark eyes widened, both turned to Dream as they stepped apart, but only Lex smiled. “Why certainly.” She made a motion to put a hand on Dream’s bicep, but with all the grace of ten billion years he sidestepped in front of her and looped his arms around Hob’s shoulders.

Their bodies were inches from being flush and Hob’s mouth fell open. He looked down to the scant space between them, then back up. “Dream… what…” A blush was blooming on his cheeks.

“I find that I am loathe to see you with another pressed so close.” Dream spoke in his normal Waking tones, just loud enough for Hob to hear, and arched his hips forward to brush against Hob. The gasp it elicited was delicious nectar, sticky on Dream’s tongue. “It seems that you have indeed enticed me, Hob.” They were near enough that he got to see Hob’s pupils dilate, the rich, welcoming earth of his eyes all but consumed by inky blackness.

Dream was often himself inky blackness.

He would consume the rest of Hob as well.

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trickster-archangel · 1 year ago

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You know what? I wanted to simply reblog this scene with some witty tags, but it deserves much more. This is a masterpiece in subtext and body language.

Steve didn't give a fuck about running the restaurant, sure, he's been more and more invested in learning how to cook, but let's be honest: he's got into cooking for the same reason Danny did. Because it's Danny's love language and the way he shows how much he cares for those he loves. Steve doesn't care about the restaurant the same way Danny does, he even said — albeit in a seemingly joking tone — that it was a terrible idea to set an Italian restaurant in Oahu's Chinatown....but the fact is that Steve would do EVERYTHING it takes to stay with Danny....you know, even when or if they won't be partners anymore.

So why is this scene important? Look at their body language. Steve is worried, scared even, at the prospect of telling Danny he's having second thoughts. He's had his AU dream and he's probably aware his subconscious is finding every way to make them stick together in any possible spacetime reality. But here, now, he's the one who's probably taking the step away from Danny, because he's admitting he only knows how to be a cop and can only be happy doing that. What he's basically implying and not saying, though, is that he wishes that Danny will take that step back with Steve, and accept to give up his dream of retirement to stay at Steve's side, exactly like Steve had been ready to give up his cop dream (let's be honest, to Steve it's even worse because he really only has his job, he has focused his entire life on it, and when he's not working he only has Danny and his kids….so Steve must be really worried sick of losing either way a good half of what makes his whole life) and retire with Danny

Look how tentative he is, look how he flinches in the 6th, 7th, 9th, how he angles his body away, how he tries to make himself small and vulnerable. He needs Danny to really understand his point, but he also desperately needs to keep him at his side.

Parallel to Steve, look at how simply RELAXED and RELIEVED Danny is. In the 4th gif he's encouraging Steve to go on, coaxing him, not snapping like Steve probably expected….he stands tall, wide shoulders relaxed, posture open and his whole body leaning on the countertop, I'd say even cocky or flirting even. He's trying to make Steve feel at ease. Why? Because Danny was just waiting for this chance to step out of the business, but he was worried sick about what Steve might've said about his sudden change of heart, given how determined Danny had been about the restaurant. He knew he had been the one pushing both of them into this mess, and he simply didn't know how to get them out without Steve snapping at him.

All the time Steve had been torturing himself about telling Danny, Danny was going through exactly the same emotional wringer about telling Steve.

Look at Danny in 6th, 8th, 9th gifs. He's totally relaxed. A huge baggage has just been taken off his shoulders. And he's once again confirming Steve that he doesn't care where or how, but they'll always walk side by side. If Steve is out, so is Danny. He's actually relieved and at ease, he had already decided (how many times had he actually bitten his tongue with Kamekona because, no matter how stressed out he had been about the gig, and how seriously he wanted to quit, HE WOULD'VE NEVER TAKEN THAT DECISION BY HIMSELF WITHOUT CONSULTING STEVE FIRST, because he's learnt his lesson and he'll always share every life-changing decision with him?), so now it's just a matter if sealing the deal. But Steve?! Look at this poor boy in 12th and 14th!! He goes from incredulous to fucking flying over the clouds in 0.00004 seconds. He didn't expect Danny to be on his same page, Danny didn't just cave in, he was completely agreeing with Steve and actually happy Steve had taken the first step. Look at that FUCK YEAH gesture in the 14th gif: he's this close to actually kiss Danny out of relief and gratitude. And Danny? It's hilarious how he basically jumps to grabbing the bottle and glasses to toast at their quitting, as if he were scared Steve might have second thoughts and try to bring him back in!

What I love most, though, it's Steve almost anxious chattering, so not like him, the way he's giddy with relief and gratitude and the heartwarming feeling that Danny will follow him everywhere, because them being together is the most important thing: I find it quite telling that Danny chooses very apt words to describe their attempt at entrepreneurship, because albeit short, it had been beautiful and successful too, given how many people had appreciated their place and cooking, and how probably they could've really made a living out of it. But Steve? Steve who had first addressed Danny's solo decision to retire and run a restaurant as a bad spouse behavior? Steve who had kept comparing this specific segment of their partnership to a marriage? Steve who had joined Danny in the bank account for the restaurant, as in a joint account two spouses share? As so on. Steve chooses the word he feels the most relatable to their marriage…..sorry, partnership. And that's PASSIONATE. He joined Danny in his dream out of love, and now Danny is following him back out of love too.

They're truly unbelievable. Unbelievable. Please after finishing that bottle, have at least the decency to seal this deal and your future together by railing each other bent over that countertop. They're unbelievable, I swear.

Fun fact. In the 9x09 deleted scene, which was probably never giffed because it's not mcdanno, there's an absolutely fundamental scene in the car between Lou and Danny. It's fundamental because they're talking about Grace and Will going to college, their worries about life away from home, Lou trying to reassure Danny about his girl being away and alone since he's already gone through it with Sam, but especially because they anticipate Danny's trip with Grace on the mainland to tour colleges and basically anticipating that he'll have to leave Steve alone for a while (and we all know what happens in 9x10 while Steve is Danny-less, right?? And why Steve doesn't want to bother Danny and make him fly back, since Danny had already been too anxious both about Grace going away and leaving Steve). Not only, he's thinking about the expenses he'll have to cover for Grace's college, and Lou jokingly reassures him that at least now, he and Steve don't have to worry anymore about bleeding money out on their restaurant gig. A beat. Danny does his thing with his mouth, tightening his lips. Lou asks if he's said something wrong, and Danny, very slowly, and very painfully, says that he's been taking care of Kamekona's balance sheets about the restaurant, and apparently it's become a blast and Kamekona has not only already covered all the expenses, but he's gained (I think, I'm quoting by heart) three times what he had spent and running. So if he and Steve had stayed in, they would've probably been quite wealthy by now, and who knows in the next year or so. Danny's pain is unbearable. He's taken the wrong decision, apparently, and now it's on Steve too. Not that he'll tell him, of course.

#h50 #h50 9x07 #mcdanno #actual married couple mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #mcdanno meta #mtmcd #they are unbelievable. just talk to each other instead of runnin in circles around your mutual fear of losing the other!!!#just get married won't you?? that way you will always be together #otp: I believe in you. I believe in us. That's all that matters #otp: Don't go where I can't follow

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simplyparker · 3 years ago

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Accidental Exposure

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Navigation // Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (she/her pronouns) Peter and Reader are both 17

Summary: Reader calls Peter while he’s in the lab with everyone and exposes their sex life

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: fluff? suggestiveness, cursing

A/n: I don’t understand why people think Tony would be a bad dad (well i kinda do but still) but i just wanted something cute so here ya go

Peter had left school early to tend to ‘Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’ business. He told Aunt May that he would be home later, and not to wait up for him. He needed to make some more web fluid and Mr. Stark wanted to talk to him about a new suit he was working on.

When Peter got to the tower he walked to the lab. When he walked in her saw Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony. Tony was working in his Iron Man suit, and the others were sitting at a nearby table eating pizza.

“Hi Mr. Stark,” Peter says walking over to the table Tony was at and slinging his bookbag off his shoulder and putting it in the chair.

“Underoos.” Tony says, not looking up from his suit.

“Peter where’s Spidergirl? She didn’t patrol with you today?” Nat asks, then takes another bite of her pizza. Peter blushes at the name for you.

“Oh Uhm, no. She had debate club, then had to go to the library and study for a big test she has coming up.” Peter says, grabbing his web-shooters out of his bag.

“Good,” Sam says. Everyone looks at him with a confused expression on their face. “What?? They are always touching. Holding hands. Kissing. IT’S WEIRD.” Sam states, to which Bucky points at Sam and nods in agreement.

“I think you’re just jealous that you’re 40 and single. And they’re 17 and in love. Keep your bitterness to yourself.” Natasha says. Sam rolls his eyes and shoves a slice of cheesy bread in his mouth.

“She’s a Stark, why wouldn’t he be in love with her?” Tony says eyeing Peter, “You are in love with her, correct Parker?” Yes! Of course, he is in love with you. He’s been in love with you since 7th grade when you asked him where Mr. McCayers classroom was. He tried to distract himself with Liz when you started dating Brad Junior year. Little did he know, you only dated Brad to distract yourself, then Brad tried to feel you up at homecoming in front of his friends, and you left him there, in the middle of the gym, by himself, single.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. I love her.” Peter nods and grabs the things he needs for his web fluid. Tony mutters a ‘good’ and Nat murmurs an “as you should”

It's around 7:30, everyone was working on their own thing and Peter was doing some calculus homework because Tony threatened to take the suit if Peter didn’t keep his grades up. Peter's phone started ringing and he saw your name.

Peter answered and put it on speaker, nobody batted an eye.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” Peter asks as he continues working on his homework.

“Nothing much went to debate club with Mj, then the library and got a bunch of homework done, and now I’m on my way back to the tower. god, whoever said Senior year was gonna be laid back and easy, can sucka dick.” Peter lets out a small laugh and Tony lets out a small chuckle, and Steve stares daggers at him. “Anyways how was your day?” y/n continues.

“It was pretty good, I went to Dehlmers after patrolling, and got you and me some food. It’s in the fridge with your name on it. How about you? How was your day?” Peter asks.

“Aw, I love you so much, thank you. It was pretty shit. First, you leave early, then Ned and Betty were being all weird and coupley at lunch-” she starts, but then is cut off by Peter.

“But we’re all coupley at lunch...”

“Peter, you hold my hand while we eat, you don’t feed me. And no, before you say anything, I do not want you to feed me. Anyways, after lunch, Betty walked Ned and me to our Literature class. And Ned went in for a kiss and Betty basically tongue fucked Ned's mouth in the middle of the hallway. With that being said I think Ned is going to lose his virginity tonight, then Mj will be the on virgin left.” You let out a small laugh and everyone’s eyes went wide and Peter's cheeks flushed.

“Of fuck while on that topic, I’m gonna pick up some condoms, I think we used the last few last nights. Also, you know what would make me feel better-“ you were quickly cut off.

“I, uh got to go.” Peter quickly hangs up leaving you confused at the other end of the now hung-up line. “Mr. Stark, let me explain-”

“Explain? Explain what? That you’re having sex with my daughter? Oh just wait until she gets home.” Tony says

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You walked into the local convenience store and picked up a 36 pack. This may seem like a lot, but you guys are 1. horny teenagers and 2. Peter's endurance is UP there.

"Y/n?" when you look up you see Ned, standing there with a 2 pack of condoms in his hands.

"Oh! Hey Ned." He looks over at your hand. Jed reads the box,

TROJAN Magnum Large Size Condoms For Comfort And Sensitivity, 36 Count

"36?!? Why so many?" I let out a small laugh and walk over to him.

"He's Spider-man, what did you expect? Uhm, are you and Betty gonna..?" You ask

"Yeah.,.. I'm kinda nervous. I have no clue what to do. I've watched porn, but I'm still a virgin." You can tell Ned is freaking out about it.

"You got this, if Betty loves you she won't judge you if you aren't good the first time. Practice makes.... better." You say giving him a reassuring pat on the back. He gives you a small smile and you say your goodbyes.

You grab a few more things, your favorite chips and drink, and Peter's favorite drink and candy.

You get in line to check-out, there are 2 people in front of you so you pull out your phone and see a text from Peter.

Baby Boy❤️: Baby! You messed up!?!!!

Me: What? lol

Baby Boy❤️: NOT LOL YOU JUST TOLD YOUR DAD YOU ARENNT AVIRGIN.

Baby Boy❤️: NOW HESGONAN KILL ME

Me: WHAT? HOW!!??

Baby Boy❤️: BC YOU SAID WE NEEDED CONDOMS. CIRRENTTLY rUNNINg FOR MY LIKFE. YOU WEREM ON SPEAKRER

Me: Pete, it’s gonna be okay. I mean, Pepper's the one who put me on birth control. I think he’s just saying that to scare you.

Read 7:59

You sigh and roll your eyes, putting your phone in your pocket.

“I can help who's next in line.” Someone says plainly, but you recognize the voice. You look up and see Flash. Flash Thompson. You internally groan and walk up to the counter. “Oh! Hey Y/n” He says.

“Hey Flash, I didn’t know you worked here.” You set your stuff down on the counter, and he smiles.

“Yep, ‘bout a week now. Brad's uncle is the manager here, and he got us a job. Brads in the back right now.” He starts scanning your stuff and you speak,

“Nice. Surprised you guys aren’t goofing off right now” He rolls his eyes in a dramatic way.

“Yeah right. We are very responsible and respectful and, uhm, re- respectable.” You both laugh, and he scans the last item. “That’ll be 26.38. Do you want a receipt?” He asks. You grab out a $20 and a $10

“Here you go.” you hand it to him. “And yes please.” He hands you back your change and hands you the receipt. “See ya.” he says and hands you your bag.

“Thanks, see ya. “ you grab the bag from him and head back to the tower.

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When you got back to the tower F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke.

"Miss Stark, your father has requested you to go to the main lab." You sign and walk to the lab. When you get in there you see Peter and Tony sitting next to each other at a table. Nat, Buck, Steve, and Sam were also in there. They were at the same table, and Bucky snickered when he saw you walk into the lab.

"Hey everyone." You smile. Peter shoots you a 'help me' look. You walk over to your dad and set your stuff down. "Friday said you needed me." You smile at him.

"What do you have in the bag?" Tony asks.

"Snacks." You say.

"That it?" He asks, crossing his arms.

"Dad," you warned.

"Go on, tell me."

"Okay fine." You grab the bag and give it to him. "Here. Have a look." You say. He pours out the contents of the bag and his eyes go wide.

"TROJAN Magnum Large Size Condoms For Comfort And Sensitivity, 36 Count?? 36?? LARGE? Oh my god. I was just going to give you a hard time but now all I can picture are things I never EVER want to see." He groans. You stifle a laugh and Nat snorts, then whistles making Peter blush.

"At least you know we are using protection. And I'm on birth control. So if I were to, uh, you know, get pregnant, it would just be the world telling me to fuck off." You shrug.

"One, I would just like to say, language. Two, you guys are way too young to be engaging in, uh coitus." Steve says this time you let the laugh fall through your lips.

"Just say sex, Steve." Nat laughs.

"Everyone has sex. Well, maybe not Sam-" you start

“What is with everyone teaming up on me? I get laid." Sam aggressively crosses his arms.

"Mhmm sure ya do Sam. Anyways, back to what I was saying. You and Pepper were the ones to put me on it when I was 16 in the first place." you say.

"Well, I didn't want that Brad guy getting you pregnant." You basically gag.

"Wait you told me that you and Brad didn't do anything. That I was your, you know, first." He mumbles the last word, and you look over to him.

"Over my dead body, would I EVER let him touch me like that. Gonna make me throw up my lunch Parker." You walk around our dad to Peter and give him a brisk kiss. "I love you." You whisper in his ear. He smiles. "Well, I'm staving. Where did you say my food was Pete?"

"In the fridge, it has your name on it." He smiles and you walk away, with your bags.

"What- WHat? Just like that? She walks out? She isn't in trouble for being in the sheets with Spider-boy over there?" Sam throws his hands up in the air.

"Shut up Pigeon." They hear you call from the hall. Your dad can't help but laugh.

"Well, she's 100% your daughter." Natasha chuckles, not looking up from her magazine.

Your phone dings twice. One text from Peter and one from your dad.

Baby Boy❤️: Im surprised your dad didn’t kill me.

Me: eh, he loves you too much.

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Man Of Iron: Remember kid, I only have three rules. 1 NEVER while I am in the house. 2 Always be safe. 3 you can always come to me or Pepper (preferably Pepper) if you need to talk about that stuff.

Me: Thanks dad, I love you.

Man Of Iron: I love you too lady bug

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With a smile, you close your phone and grab your food out of the fridge.

#peter parker #marvel #spiderman x reader #spiderman #peter parker x stark!reader #fluff #sugestive #fluffy #tony x daughter!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #reader insert #K writes shit

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smalls-words · 2 years ago

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Chapter One: Have We Had Sex?

Summary: Your job leads to one hell of a woman.

Pairings: Detective!Fem!Reader x Detective!Steve Rogers (separating co-parents), Mama!Reader x Margaret "Peggy" Rogers, Reader x Natasha Romanoff (friends atm), Natasha x Wanda (platonic), Natasha x Delilah (friends), Natasha x Yelena (sisters).

Warnings: Demons and Angels, murder, blood, sexual suggestion (no smut), Natasha is a rich smug woman, lots of biblical references.

A/N: I'm really excited to be writing this. Lucifer is one of my favourite TV shows.

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*not my gif*

The wind in her hair as she cruised down the highway was just one part of her thrilling night ahead. She idly sent the car around the corner, following the massive line outside of the bar before the engine shut off and she threw the keys to the valet at the front door.

"Hey, boss." He greeted her as he caught the keys.

She stepped in to hear Fame by David Bowie playing in the background, briefly admiring the dancers on their platforms whilst a waitress handed her a drink. Her hand curved around the condensating glass effortlessly, as if it was a skill practised for centuries.The dark navy suit curved around her body, a shimmering silver dress shirt matching her multiple piercings whilst a few tattoos covered her wrist and peaked up at the back of her neck, slightly hidden by her bob of fiery red locks.

A few moments were taken at the top of the stairs, looking down onto the main floor of the club before making her way down the set of stairs. Many glances were both given and received by passersby, many of them being women in skin-tight dresses with shoulder straps so thin she could tear them with her teeth.

She was also sure many of them would enjoy it.

As she spotted her target, she approached the turned-away brunette but could still see her face in her mirror's reflection whilst she cleaned a glass in hand. "Where have you been?" Her Romani body was held beautifully and scandalously in the top that exposed quite a bit of cleavage, her jeans hidden by the bar.

The boss smirked at her reflection. "Oh, holed up in a château, copulating with a young woman named Faith. It's ironic, isn't it?"

The brunette looked down. "Thank you, Patrick. You can go."

A gleeful young man stood up and licked his lips clean before leaving the two to chat.

"You little devil." Her boss smirked knowingly.

The sexy Romani grinned mischievously. "What? I dropped something."

"Well, I'm sure you did."

"Now, Natasha, I am a big fan of sex."

"Obviously." She nodded.

"But I didn't leave Hell to be a bartender. Shouldn't you be spending your valuable time doing something more... significant? You're the queen of Hell, for crying out loud."

"I am retired, Wanda. I've got nothing but time. Thank you." Natasha gestured to her empty glass before Wanda began to refill it.

But then, the pour of the bottle began to slow. The music slowed, the people slowed. Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, an annoyed look in the redhead's eyes whilst the brunette seemed a mixture of worry and alert.

Natasha took the two drinks Wanda had poured before heading over, smirking at the blonde as she emerged from the smoke and shadows.

"Yelena, how's it hanging, little sis? Huh?" She asked, holding one drink in either hand.

"Your return to the Underworld has been requested." Yelena stated rather formally.

Natasha put down both drinks and began her theatrics, knowing they'd piss her off. "Oh, right, okay. Let me just, uh, check my calendar. Yeah, here it is. Uh, the 7th of never through to the 15th of ain't-gonna-happen. How does that work for you guys?"

The stare Natasha received would have killed her within a blink of an eye if Yelena's special ability was a death stare. "Look, remind Dad that I quit Hell because I was sick and tired of playing a part in his play."

"I'm gonna warn you against disrespecting our father, Natasha." Yelena grumbled.

Natasha took a sip of her drink before she scoffed. "Yeah, well, our father's been disrespecting me since the beginning of time, so pot-kettle, don't you think?"

Yelena sighed loudly. "You are a mockery of everything divine."

Natasha's expression sank into one of gratefulness, her hand falling over her heart. "Thank you. Thank you, but lately I've been doing a fair amount of thinking. Now, do you think I'm the Devil because I'm inherently evil, just because dear old Dad decided I was?"

Yelena took a step towards Natasha. "What exactly do you think happens when the Devil leaves Hell?"

Just as Natasha scoffed, Yelena placed her hands firmly on her sister's shoulders. "All of those demons, all of those tormented and tortured souls, where do you think they go?"

Natasha knocked Yelena's hands off of her, meeting her face just inches away. "Don't know, don't care. Not my problem, sister. So consider the position officially open. And you, my feathered friend, can go to Hell."

In a blink, Yelena's dark grey wing-tip was held underneath Natasha's throat, ancient steel fused at its tips. But Natasha didn't flinch, no - instead, she chuckled. "Yeah, try it. You think Father's upset now."

Yelena stepped back, her wings neutral as they rested behind her, a small chuckle coming from her too. "You know, he will not be merciful for much longer."

And with that, Yelena left just as quickly as she came. The world began to return to normal speed, bustling patrons and staff whilst Natasha decided to get some air. There were few things in the world that could rattle her, and as much as she loved her, Yelena was one of them.

So Natasha stood outside, spinning a coin in her hand, still thinking about her conversation with Yelena, when a taxi slowed to a stop in front of Lux. The rear window rolled down and a beautiful hot mess appeared.

"Hey, you. Remember me?" She asked.

Of course Natasha knew who she was - she prided herself on knowing everyone in LA - but she also prided herself on being the flirtiest and most teasing. "You're famous, aren't you? Delilah, isn't it? Can I have your autograph?"

Shouts of "I love you, Delilah!" came from the line behind Natasha as well as other people walking past, many already taking flash photos.

Delilah chuckled at Natasha's quip. "If I can have a drink."

So, Natasha led her inside and got her a drink, clearing out a booth with a single stare so the two could sit.

"So are you gonna tell me why you really came back?" Natasha smirked.

Delilah sighed. "There's something I need to know."

"And what's that?"

"Did I... sell my soul to the Devil with you?"

"Well, that would imply the Devil's actually interested in your soul." Natasha quipped before she recognised Delilah's worry. "Look, all I did was introduce you to a few key people who owed me favours, that's all."

"I mean, with all the good came a hell of a lot of bad." Delilah commented.

"Oh, right, so the Devil made you do it, did he? The alcohol and the drugs, the topless selfies. The choices are on you, my dear. I mean, Jimmy Barnes?" Natasha scoffed. "I can't believe you almost married that sweaty little imp."

Delilah rolled her eyes as she tried to gain back some dignity. "He produced my album. You introduced me to him."

"I suggested you work with him, not sleep with him. Besides, I bet he's a shit lay."

"Well, I... got confused."

"And then you left him at the altar."

Delilah sighed. "Yeah, that was rude of me."

"No, actually, I quite enjoyed that bit." Natasha chuckled, to which Delilah joined her.

"You know, he trapped me in the bathroom at the Grammys, said he wanted to get back together. Then I hear he's marrying a supermodel - this weekend. And I'm jealous. Oh, God, I'm a mess." The blonde's head fell into her hands before Natasha took it out of them by a gentle grip on her neck.

"God has nothing to do with your mess. Look... You didn't sell your soul, Delilah. You do owe me a favour though."

"I'm scared." The shy pop star admitted.

Natasha nodded with understanding eyes. "You should be. Because what I'm about to ask you is gonna be quite difficult for you." She paused to watch Delilah's fearful reaction. "Pull yourself together. That's it, that's all I'm asking. 'Cause you're wasting your talent, your life. Hmm? What do you say?"

Natasha led a tired and drunk Delilah out of her club, keeping her steady as they walked into the brisk evening chill. Delilah slowly brought them to a stop, Natasha's eyes falling onto her.

"I'm gonna do as you asked. I'm gonna get it together. Promise, Natasha." Delilah nodded.

Natasha sighed regrettably. "Look, it's not about me. What happens now, that's up to you. Okay? Now come here, you." She hugged her.

Tires squealed to a stop before two bullets hit Natasha and three hit Delilah, the glass shattering from the other three. Natasha fell to the ground and Delilah collapsed next to her, the redhead's eyes shutting slowly.

But when they opened to a car crash in front of her, she checked over Delilah and her heart sank to find no pulse at her neck. She stood, anger fueling her, and stormed over to the wrecked car.

"Oh, no, no, no, not yet." She growled, shaking the guy awake before bringing his head towards hers. "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry." The guy whimpered.

"'Sorry?' Why did you end her life?"

"Why else? Money."

"'Money.'" Natasha scoffed. "Oh, it's times like this I wish I was still in Hell. All the fun activities I'd have planned for you."

"Hey, girl, I just pulled the trigger."

Natasha watched as the light of his soul faded from his eyes, drifting off into what she hoped was her old domain. She silently prayed for some of her best demons to torture him before she pulled out her phone and called the police, staying by Delilah's side even as her blood stained the glass shards around her corpse.

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А full-blown crime scene formed within half an hour. Helicopters spun as police swarmed the crime scene. Delilah's body was put in a bag and slotted gently into the back of the coroner's van as an unmarked cop car pulled up. Out hopped LAPD homicide detective, Y/N Valeria - a beautiful woman, but one that downplays it on purpose. She's smart, cold and direct, as shown when she immediately moves towards the dead drug dealer.

Another plain-clothed detective walked up from the other direction, the badge on his hip reading Detective Steve Rogers. "Want to hear what I've got so far?" He asked cockily.

You huffed as Steve's grainy voice annoyed your brain. "Lieutenant said this is my case."

"Yeah, Y/N, it is your case, but try not to take too much time. It's an easy one. That's our bad guy, Eddie Deacon, he's a low-level drug dealer. I found these in his pocket, and I found this in Delilah's purse, so obviously drug-related. She probably owed him a bunch of cash or something - she's not exactly selling out stadiums these days."

"How do you know he's low-level?" You questioned.

"Look at his car." Steve chuckled.

"Did you look at his watch? That thing ain't cheap." You replied.

"It's probably fake. Look... there's gonna be a lot of attention on this one, Y/N. I wouldn't pick at it too hard. Not after Palmetto Street."

Steve watched your eyes darken as you folded your arms. "I asked for this case because of Palmetto Street, Steve. So, are there any witnesses?"

The tension between you both was enough to almost see, just like heat rising from the tar of a hot road. Steve eventually pointed you inside and you walked into the club, noticing other cops questioning possible suspects whilst a medical officer was checking up on the club owner.

You decided to talk to her.

You really shouldn't have.

"Natasha Romanoff." She greeted you.

"'Natasha Romanoff'? Is that, uh, a stage name or something?" You questioned.

She simply chuckled. "God-given, I'm afraid. You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

You paused for a few seconds, processing the odd question. "Yeah, five minutes ago. And I'm asking the questions here. Talk to me about your relationship with the victim."

Natasha sighed as she stopped playing the piano to have a drink. Her mind instantly drifted towards what she would do with you given half a chance, and with her special ability, she knew she had more than that. "Well, she used to work here a few years back. I would occasionally accompany her while she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life." She ended bitterly.

"Do you know the shooter?" You asked quickly, writing down brief dot points in your notepad.

Natasha shook her head. "No, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it." She clarified when your brows furrowed cutely.

"Huh, like to play cop, do you?" You snickered, causing Natasha to laugh at the comment.

"No, I just like to play in general, Detective. What about you?"

*Christ, Y/N, get control of this questioning.* You thought to yourself before you spoke again. "I see. Did he tell you why he did it?"

"Why, money, of course. You humans, you love your money, don't you?" Natasha smirked as she took another sip of something you thought could only be whiskey, tequila or bourbon.

"Yes. Yes, we do. And, uh, what planet are you from... Russia?" You quipped, but you didn't expect a chuckle from it.

"Yes. He also said, 'I just pulled the trigger.' Now, don't you think that's interesting?" Natasha added.

You hesitated, but then decided to continue the questioning with this strange woman. "Delilah was shot to death by a drug dealer. And looks like Delilah herself kept the guy pretty busy. You know, it's sad, it's ugly, but it's not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out."

The redhead shook her head in dismay. "You know, it doesn't work like that, Detective. It's quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don't you think?"

You led the conversation down another path, hoping to get answers for the questions asked by the other cops to you. "Why don't you tell me something? How does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets and you get away without a scratch? I think that's interesting, don't you?"

Natasha simply smiled at you. "The benefits of immortality."

*This girl has to be crazy.* Your thoughts grumbled as you continued talking. "'Immortality.' Mm, of course, uh, you spell that with one or two M's? I always forget."

"What will your corrupt little organisation do about this?"

At the bold question, your notepad slapped down to shut. "Excuse me?"

Natasha sighed before clarifying. "Will you find the person responsible? Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you? Because it is for me. She was my friend."

You scoffed as you tucked away your notepad and pen, folding your arms. "You got some balls on you, woman."

"Oh, thank you very much, but they're really quite average." Natasha grinned.

"I bet." You grumbled.

"Now, are you sure that we haven't met? I could swear I've seen you naked- have we had sex?" Natasha asked, pushing you over the line.

"We're done here."

You walked around the piano before Natasha took your wrist, her voice faltered by the slight flinch and the tinge of fear hiding beneath your storming anger. "Uh, Detective, wait. Someone out there needs to be punished. We're not done!"

You ripped your wrist out of her grip. "Yeah. Yeah, we are." You growled.

*I hope I never see her face again.* Your mind mumbled as you got into your car and headed back to the station.

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"You have got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath, the sight of Natasha standing with 2Vile enough to make you regret waking up.

"LAPD, guns down. On the floor, down." You ordered, the butler beside you as an idea popped into your head.

"Detective, welcome to the party." Natasha grinned at you but you ignored her gazing eyes.

"Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now." You looked once at the butler.

"You sly fox, you did listen to me." Natasha continued.

You shook your head, lowering your gun once the bucket of guns was by your feet. "I ran the dead guy's cell phone. 2Vile was the last person he called. What I find highly interesting is how you made the connection on your own."

"Well, I've been busy, my dear." The redhead smirked.

You looked at 2Vile. "Why did you call the shooter two days before she was murdered?"

He huffed before confessing. "Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie 'cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don't make me a killer, do it?"

"No, but it does make you a suspect." You gave him a fake smile.

"Wait, aren't you that chick from that film?" The man standing beside the rapper pointed at you.

"Hmm, what's this? What film?" Natasha faced you, intrigued.

"You used to be an actress or something, right?" The man asked again.

"Yeah." You sighed.

"That teen movie... I forget what it's called."

You watched as Natasha had an epiphany. "Of course. Hot Tub High School. That's where I know you from."

You felt the conversation spiral out of your control quickly. "Let's just stick to my questions, shall we? So-"

"The one with the famous nude scene, coming out of the hot tub! It was, like, a complete Fast Times rip-off. She was, like, the new Phoebe Cates!"

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

"That was quite a nude scene." Natasha grinned widely at you, her tongue briefly coming out to wet her lips before her teeth dragged over her bottom lip.

Your short fuse burst at her. "I have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking. You, we need to have a conversation right now." You pointed at 2Vile.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "That's a waste of time, Detective. I've just threatened his life, he's not our guy. He would've said, trust me."

Your eyes widened. "You did what?"

"Yeah, isn't that illegal?" 2Vile looked at you hopefully.

"Uh, little bit, yeah. You stay put. You, you're coming with me." You grabbed your cuffs and Natasha's arms, locking them into place as you led her outside to your car.

"I'm not quite sure why I'm being arrested." She asked.

"Because you're interfering with a police investigation, you've broken I can't even count how many laws, and you pissed me off." You ranted, opening the car door and gesturing for her to get in.

"Right. I can get out of these, you know?"

"Funny." You chuckled, which was shortly cut off by the sight of the open cuffs in Natasha's hands. "How'd you do that?"

She sighed at you. "Come on, we're wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible."

"'We'? You're insane. I'm taking you in. Get in the car."

"No, that's boring. Not to mention pointless." Natasha whined. "Come on, I'll help you. It'll be fun."

"How could you possibly help me?" You leaned on the open car door, tempted to zone out and ignore everything she says.

"I have a certain skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot."

You tried to register her cryptic words. "So, you're psychic or something?"

Natasha chuckled. "No, I can't read people's minds, I'm not a Jedi. People just like to tell me things."

"Hmm, just-just tell you things? Just confess their sins, just like that?"

Now Natasha was annoyed at your semantics. "No, not their sins. I have no power over people's sins- I actually get a bad rap for that. I have the ability to draw out people's forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins, the sins are on you people."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the look making Natasha's body react accordingly. "'You people'?" You scoffed - you weren't a freaking alien, or a robot as far as you knew.

She sighed. "Okay, look. Tell me, Detective, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?" Her eyes fell onto yours, her green eyes almost sparkling in the sunlight.

"This is it? This is your big trick?" You asked, to which she nodded.

You analysed the green irises, taking note of the way that some brighter and darker lines slashed towards the pupil in a daring and almost charming way. "I guess, when I was a little girl, I... always wanted to help people and... and be taken seriously... when I say to shut up and get in the damn car."

Your grin spread as Natasha's fell. "You're not a Jedi or something, are you?" She asked.

"Get in the car." You grumbled.

"No, no, no, no, no. Look. I know something you don't know."

Your eyebrow rose and Natasha almost wanted to get rid of it right then and there. "Really? What's that?"

"Won't say unless you take me with you on this." She smirked, but it faded as your posture didn't change. "Please, come on. I got to 2Vile, didn't I?"

"Why do you care about this so much? About Delilah?"

"Look, I just... I just do. If I hadn't meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn't have died."

"Okay. Okay, fine. But if this little clue thing of yours doesn't pan out, these are going back on, and they're gonna stay on." You held up the pair of cuffs in your hand.

"Is that a promise?" Natasha grinned, to which you nodded wryly and pushed her towards the door.

As you drove to Beverly Hills, you could feel Natasha's gaze on you. It felt both familiar and different - the familiarity of a man's horny stare whilst the difference of admiration instead of lust.

You answered the call on your earpiece, waiting for the office on the other side. "Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Katherine. See if Delilah was a client."

"Ah-ah, actually, she had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know. I'm quite good at this, aren't I? Uh, Penny Lane." Natasha gave you the information.

"Okay. Delilah may have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks." You ended the call, looking into your rear-view mirror to see Natasha looking back at you. "Don't look so smug. Nothing's panned out yet."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just that I knew that I recognised you."

"Right, you've seen my boobies. It's exciting. What are you, 12?" You grumbled.

"So is the movie why you've got such a chip on your shoulder?" She asked suddenly.

"Uh, it's low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess."

"Right. Attractive female cop struggling to be taken seriously in a man's world, is that it?"

"Yeah, something like that." You shrugged.

Natasha scoffed, but for some reason, you felt it wasn't towards you. "Well, they're threatened. You're clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself."

You looked back up at the woman when you felt her eyes fall away from you, almost willing to thank her for the compliment - although, you weren't quite sure if anything out of her mouth was truthful.

Your phone rang and you pressed the earpiece to answer. "Detective Valeria. All right, text it to me. Thanks."

"What's that?" Natasha asked when you finished.

"What you were saying stands up. There's a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Katherine Bishop in Beverly Hills."

Now you could add one truthful statement to her name.

"Excellent. I'll clear my schedule." Your phone rang again, surprising Natasha. "Ooh, someone's popular."

You huffed. "Please stop talking. Hello. What? You're kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course he's not there. Thanks." You ended the call, feeling almost itchy as Natasha looked at you again.

"We have to make a pit stop."

"What? No, absolutely not." She argued.

"My kid got into a fight. I got to pick her up." You shot back.

"What, can't she get herself home?" Natasha grumbled, the sound odd coming from her lips.

"She's seven." You scoffed.

You then shut her up by taking the corner sharply, as well as the added harsh braking when you stopped outside of the primary school. "All right. Wait here."

"With pleasure. I despise children." She mumbled as you left the car.

However, she soon left it at the sight of a pretty MILF-y thing walking past in a pencil skirt and white blouse. She followed her inside, hoping to take it further than third base, but after losing sight of her, Natasha sat down on the bench and pulled out a cigarette.

"I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here." A childish voice came to her right, and surprise surprise, it was a child.

Her blonde wavy locks and blue eyes stared at her whilst her two front teeth were missing. A pair of blue leggings matched with her blue and red shoes whilst a grey zip-up hoodie covered her red shirt underneath. Her small pink backpack sat just behind her, the straps still over her shoulders.

"Oh dear, what will become of me?" She asked sarcastically, going to light the end.

"My mother is a police officer. She could arrest you."

At the child's words, Natasha snapped the lid of her lighter shut. "I think I might know your mother."

"What's your name?" The child asked.

"Natasha. What's yours?"

"My name's Margaret, but everybody calls me Peggy." She replied, her missing teeth causing a slight lisp.

"That's a hooker's name." Natasha blurted.

"What's a hooker?" Peggy asked curiously.

She froze slightly. "Ask your mother. So... why are you in trouble?"

"See that girl over there?" Peggy pointed to a girl sitting across the hall, most likely a pre-teen. "She was bullying me. She created a fake Snapchat account and used it to make fun of me. So... I kicked her in the no-no-touch-touch square."

For clarification, Peggy pointed at Natasha's private parts. "Oh. Oh, I see. Well played. Well played, indeed."

As the school bell rang, Natasha watched as you came out of the office and took Peggy's small hand in yours. But then, at the front of the school, you came to a stop. Natasha analysed the blonde man in the beige-on-beige suit, designating him a douchebag.

"Hi, Daddy." Peggy smiled at him.

"Hi, munchkin." He smiled back.

"Wow, shocker, you're late." You bickered.

"Come on, give me a break. I'm putting a case to bed." He replied, and Natasha watched as Peggy blocked her ears with her tiny fingers.

"Right, like I'm not working a case, too. Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from me." You shot back, your hand coming to soothingly brush your fingers through Peggy's hair.

"You mean the open and shut one. You did open and shut it, right?" He questioned arrogantly.

"I'm being diligent, Steve. It's a high-profile case."

"Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it."

"She is smart. You're the dimwit." Natasha commented, watching Steve look between herself and you, almost like you should be defending him. "Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the child. It's unbecoming."

"I don't know whether to laugh or to shoot you." Steve scoffed, stepping up to Natasha intimidatingly.

"Surprise me." She smirked.

"Isn't she funny, Daddy?" Peggy beamed.

You looked at Steve as he stepped back from Natasha. "Hey, can you drop Pegs at my mom's? We have to go. Thank you."

You knelt down to Peggy's level. "Peggy baby, give Mama a kiss. I love you so much. Good job standing up to the mean girl."

"Thanks, Mama. What's a hooker?" She asked.

You looked up at Natasha, who was looking anywhere but your eyes, and then a grin came to your lips. "Daddy will tell you."

You watched Peggy take Steve's hand. "Bye, Natasha! It was nice meeting you!"

Your hands rested on your belt. "Hmm. I think she likes you."

"Of course she does. What's not to like?" Natasha quipped.

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You sat patiently outside of the therapist's office, the name Dr. Katherine Bishop slid into place on the door's label whilst a bunch of certifications were abbreviated underneath in small writing.

"Was your offspring planned or a mistake?"

Natasha's question shocked you as she sat down on your left. "Planned. Sort of."

"Really? 'Cause I've never understood the human desire to procreate."

"That's probably a good thing." You mumbled.

"I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens." She sipped on the coffee in her hand, as black as possible. "Oh, yours is fine. I mean, nothing to crow about, but nothing to be too embarrassed about either, so that's quite good, isn't it?" She corrected herself.

"Are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?" You asked annoyedly.

"No. Speaking of dicks... Why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you to close the case?" Natasha leaned in close to you, the distance letting you see those narrow lines of bright and dark.

"No reason." You replied cautiously.

"Strange." The redhead murmured.

"Yes, you are." You grumbled.

"Did my father send you?" She asked.

As you were about to answer, the door opened and the noirette therapist smiled at you both. "Okay, Detectives, I'll see you now."

"Thank you." You slid your phone into your pocket and readjusted your badge and gun.

"Oh. 'Detectives.' Exciting."

You ignored Natasha's comment.

"Dr. Bishop, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Delilah." You began, but watched as her eyes drifted to Natasha, almost hungrily.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" The redhead asked.

"What?"

"Yes, I wouldn't recommend it. I'm like walking heroin. Very habit-forming. It never ends well." She sank into the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry, do... Do you two know each other?" You questioned, watching how Katherine struggled to look at you whilst Natasha was in the room.

"No, no, but I know that look."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Katherine tried to deny it.

"That is interesting because... you don't look at me that way." Natasha turned to you.

"What way?" You asked, now extremely annoyed.

"With carnal fascination." She clarified.

"That's 'cause it doesn't exist." You scoffed.

Natasha sighed. "No, you see, that's just it. With most women, it does. I tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you, but you, Detective, you seem oddly immune to my charms."

"Referring to them as 'charms' is a bit of a stretch. Truth be told, I find you repulsive. Like, on a chemical level." You commented.

"That's fascinating. Now, tell me, Katherine-"

"You say it's fascinating, and yet I can see that it disturbs you, doesn't it?" The therapist asked with a soft tone.

"Dr. Bishop-"

"Kate is just fine." She corrected you.

"Okay. Kate, we know that Delilah was having a clandestine affair with a wealthy married man, so if you just tell us his name, we will be on our way." You smiled shortly, your patience running out with every second Natasha was sitting with her thigh against yours.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She replied calmly.

"Oh, she's one of the complex ones." Natasha whispered in your ear, her breath tickling you. "Katie, darling, why don't you tell me? Hmm?"

You watched the incredibly disturbing interaction of a mess of giggles coming from Kate whilst Natasha tried to coax the answer out of her. "What did you do to her? Did you roofie her?" You asked angrily.

"Oh, no, it's not her fault. She's just reacting to me. Just watch and learn, okay?" Natasha told you, patting your thigh twice before turning back to Kate. "Right, the answer is yes, we can take a trip to Pound Town if we must, but first, you're gonna have to tell us, Katie, okay?"

You almost gagged at Kate's moans. "Okay... It's Grey Cooper."

"Grey Cooper? Seriously? That is juicy." You agreed.

"Grey Cooper, the actor? The one who's married to Amanda what's-her-chops?" Natasha asked for clarification, to which you gave a nod. "Oh, no, he's horrible. So square-jawed, so handsome, so vanilla. Oh, I'm really quite disappointed in Delilah. That's truly terrible taste in the opposite sex."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Bishop. We'll be in touch. All right, we got to go." You stood up.

Natasha took your wrist gently. "Yes, of course, but I... I made a deal, so I'm gonna have to hold up my end of the bargain. You wouldn't mind waiting outside?"

Your eyes widened slightly. "Are you seriously talking about having sex with her right now?"

"Well, it won't take long." Natasha shrugged.

"I do yoga. Hot... yoga. I'm freakishly flexible. Want to see?" Kate suggested sultrily to Natasha.

You walked towards the door, looking at Natasha impatiently whilst your back was turned to Kate.

The redhead sighed. "Uh, look, I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna have to take a rain check. I will be back, okay?"

"I certainly hope so." Kate mumbled.

"My word is my bond." Natasha gave her a flashing smirk before she left with you.

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After interviewing Grey Cooper, the most boring man on earth according to Natasha, you were stumped. Natasha had given you directions to Lux and the two of you sat, a drink in her hand whilst you stirred your straw in a club soda.

"Thanks." You muttered to the officer on the other end of the call, hanging up after.

Natasha's eyes on you had an expecting hold, but she never rushed you. Her suit jacket sat on the back of her chair whilst her white dress shirt covered her arms and torso. She was nursing a plain vodka drink and you kept your eyes away from her as long as possible.

"So, Grey and Amanda have zero connection to the shooter. But the shooter had the same watch as Grey. That can't be a coincidence. Maybe Delilah gave him one, too, like kind of a go-to gift? I..."

Natasha didn't like seeing you distressed like this. If you were distressed, you would get annoyed and angry with her charms. "Well, that would imply she was actually sleeping with that maggot."

You chuckled. "Really? Jimmy, 2Vile, Grey Cooper. That's three other maggots she's sleeping with. I don't think there's a lot of discretion going on with her."

"Yeah. I suppose you got a point." She sighed, watching you down the whole soda.

"God, what am I doing here?" You mumbled.

"Wrong deity, but, yes, that is the eternal question." Natasha smirked, making you chuckle.

"No. I mean here, in a bar, with you."

"Well, I don't know. You tell me, Detective. I mean, despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can't deny that there's a connection between us. Tell me, what do you actually want?"

"You mean, 'what do I desire more than anything else in this life'?" You teased, mocking her slightly.

"Yes. But no tricks. Not that they work on you, you freak." Natasha snickered, observing the small smile she'd brought to your glum expression. "But seriously, I'm curious."

You sighed. "I don't know. What I told you is true. I really do want to help people. My father was a cop. He was a great cop. My mother was an actress. Really cheesy one. I tried the acting thing, I took off my top. Wasn't really contributing to the betterment of society."

"I disagree. I love that movie." Natasha grinned.

You smirked slightly. "So I quit. Decided to become a cop like my dad and, uh, dealt with the whole Hot Tub High School thing, until I became a detective and found a whole new way to ostracise myself."

"Ah, the... reason your ex-maggot was pressuring you to close this case?" Natasha queried.

You nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. There was a case, a shooting on Palmetto Street where a cop was shot, and I saw it differently than pretty much everyone in my department, including my ex. I stuck my neck out, and it backfired. And, uh, now... no one wants to work with me." Your head tilted back in annoyance, but mostly guilt and shame on yourself - something Natasha could easily see.

"Well, I'm available." She shrugged.

"Too bad your little protégé isn't around to collect the check." Wanda commented as the TV ran above the bar, your eyes drifting to it before they shot to Natasha, her eyes coming to yours too.

"Of course. Delilah didn't give that watch to the drug dealer."

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Natasha sat in the passenger seat of your car as the sirens wailed above her, your control over the vehicle incredibly enticing for her. As you slammed your car door shut, Natasha watched you check over your gun and its magazine in particular.

"What's that for?" She asked you as you pocketed it in the back of your jeans.

"In case Jimmy goes Neutron." You answered sarcastically.

You opened the door and followed Natasha into the recording room, keeping your face neutral as Natasha stood in front of you, her jacket doing a good job of hiding most of you.

"Hello, Jimmy. How's the album sales doing?" She stared at him.

"What album?" He asked.

"Soundtrack to Time Will Tell, which you produced." You clarified, walking around Natasha. "Whitney Houston hit the top ten for album sales after her death. Michael Jackson hit the stratosphere. Not sure you'll achieve such heights having Delilah killed, but that sure is a boatload of royalty checks headed your way. Guess you really needed the cash, huh? Which is why you had to pay the shooter with your watch."

Natasha watched Jimmy's smug grin fall into one of fear - the fear of being found guilty. "The watch Delilah gave you. Now, that's just sick. But then you are, so... seems fitting to me."

Jimmy pulled out a gun from his back pocket and Natasha realised what you meant earlier as your own aimed right at his chest. "Hey, Jimmy? Calm down, you don't have to hurt him too."

"I made her, and she ruined me. She humiliated me, she owes me!" He snapped, holding the young singer's temple to his gun.

"You're not God, Jimmy. You didn't make her. But you did destroy her. So I'm gonna punish you." Natasha promised, walking towards him ever so slowly.

"You back off, you freak. I mean it. I am not going to jail for that bitch. No chance."

"Listen to him, Natasha. Back off." You ordered, but the woman didn't.

"I told you, it's fine. I'm immortal." She rolled her eyes - how had you not understood that yet?

But she couldn't get close enough, because when Jimmy's gun trained onto her temple you shot him straight in the chest.

"Why did you do that?!" Natasha growled at you in complaint as the singer ran off.

"He was going to kill you." You scoffed.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. You just... you just let him off too easy. He needs to pay! He needs to suffer! He needs to feel the pain, not escape it!" Natasha snapped, watching fear creep into your irises from around your steeled expression.

"Don't worry. I'm sure where he's going, the pain's coming."

"No, it's not, actually. And you know why? Because I'm here and he's-"

Two harsh thuds reverberated to your inner ears as you fell back from the concussive force of two bullets. You looked down at your shoulder and gasped at the immense pain that came with moving your arm. Any movement at all hurt like a bitch, so you simply let your arm go limp onto the carpet.

"Y/N..." Natasha murmured, your eyes focusing onto her instead of the ceiling, your body focusing on her warm hand holding your cheek instead of the searing pain in your shoulder.

"I... I don't want to die." You whimpered weakly.

"I won't let you, malyshka. Your father will just have to wait for you." She quipped softly.

Your blurred vision watched Natasha stand over Jimmy and snatch the gun out of his grip, but you weren't sure where all of the bullets in Jimmy's gun went. He'd aimed them at Natasha, but she made no move to buckle in pain, not even a flinch.

Natasha ripped him off of the floor and smashed the back of his head against the glass. "Please don't kill me. Please, please, please..." He begged, but this was not like your pain-filled one - this was the one of a weak man too scared to face his punishment.

"Oh, Jimmy." She turned him around, holding him still within her constricting grip.

"You're going to wish that's all I did to you."

Jimmy screamed as he saw her reflection, dark orange eyes staring back whilst freshly burned skin covered her head. Natasha knocked him out and cuffed him with your pair of cuffs, looking up to see some paramedics rushing towards your unconscious body.

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*This world is too damn bright.* Your first thought floated around in your mind as you slowly opened your eyes. Two bunches of flowers, one some lovely purple lilies and the other lively sunflowers, rested in the sun on your bedside table.

"Well, look who's back." Natasha smirked as your eyes fell onto her.

She was wearing a beautiful red jacket with a set of dark blue jeans, one of two black boots resting on her other knee.

"How long have I been out?" You asked weakly.

She leaned forward onto your bed's railing. "Five years." She sighed regretfully.

Your eyes widened. Had it been five years? Where was Peggy? Was Steve looking after her? What about your mom?

Natasha's chuckle eventually stopped your thoughts as her hand took yours. "I'm joking, malyshka. It's 2pm."

"You're such an ass." You grumbled.

"Why thank you." She grinned.

You looked her up and down. Her hair hung beautifully down her face whilst her chest seemed alright, no damage to her arms and legs as far as you could see. "Oh, God. He was firing at you. How are you not... more dead?"

"You're having a very hard time with this immortal thing, aren't you?" She shook her head lightly.

You sighed at her antics, pausing for a moment. "What, uh... What happened with Jimmy?"

"Jimmy... Jimmy got what he deserved." She commented, watching you shuffle over on the bed.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I would be dead if you didn't help me, so thank you."

"I'm sorry, what was that last bit? I didn't quite catch it." She teased.

You shook your head as a small smile grew, your hand gently pressing on her shoulder. "Thank you, Natasha."

"You're welcome. And besides, you're far too interesting to let die." She grinned as she leaned back in her chair.

"You saved my life because I'm interesting?" You scoffed.

"Wildly irritating as well, but yes." She teased.

You chuckled through your nose a few times before your head came to rest back on the pillow. "So what now?"

"Well, I mean, I've obviously proven myself to be an invaluable crime-fighting tool. You're a pariah in the department. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, don't you?" She stood and grabbed her things.

"Who the hell are you?" You questioned wondrously.

She sighed. "I told you, I'm-"

"Natasha!"

You smiled at the little blonde as she tackled Natasha's leg into a hug, smirking as the redhead's arms raised. "Ah, yes, hello child. Um, just... Why don't you save some of this unpleasantness for your mother, yeah?"

Natasha easily picked up Peggy and roughly laid her on top of you, your painful chest letting out an 'oof' at the impact. "Oh, did that hurt?"

You glared at her playfully before Peggy snatched your attention. "Are you hurt, Mama?"

"I'm okay." You assured her, holding her close and running your fingers through her hair.

"Right. Well, I'd stay for the family reunion, but it's giving me terrible IBS. So, look forward to seeing you soon, Y/N." Natasha smiled as she held the door frame.

"I don't." You waved goodbye.

"Bye, now. Glad you're not dead."

You rolled your eyes as Natasha left, kissing Peggy on the forehead before you both fell asleep.

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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In Time

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pairing - james potter x sirius’s sister, fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @mrs-dr-reid “Because James Potter needs more love, a fluffy little piece where the reader is trying to tutor him in a subject, and he starts off being a doofus and doesn’t learn anything, but gradually starts listening to the reader until they’re dating and he’s too busy admiring her to study (basically a friends to lovers fluffy boy)” this turned into like a whole slow burn, long story thing. I hope you still like it lol

summary - who knew helping james potter study would lead you to being his girlfriend?

warnings / includes - lots of time skips, food consumption, mild language, some sexual tension, kissing. friends to lovers, mutual pining??, n best friend’s sister type love. you’re a little older than james (he’s 6th year, you’re 7th)

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*gif isn’t mine*

“It’s quite simple really. All you have to do is — James! Are you listening to me?” You punched him in the shoulder and shot him a glare as he looked at you confused.

“Ow! What was that for?” He asked.

“You aren’t paying attention. You asked me to tutor you and you aren’t even paying attention. Do you want to pass or not?” You frowned.

“I’m sorry. It’s just so hard to focus. History of magic is so boring,” he groaned.

“I know, but you have to pass if you want to be an Auror.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You need to pass all your OWLs.”

He slouched in his seat, running his hands over his face. “I can still get a job without passing school.”

“Yeah, right. You need to graduate to get any decent-paying job.”

“What do I gain from passing history of magic besides boredom?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, the history of magic?” You raised your brow.

“Well, obviously. I just… hate this subject so much,” he grumbled.

You gave him an empathetic smile. “I know. Everyone does. I do, too, but you have to learn it for school. It’s shit, but it’s true.”

He sighed, “I suppose. Alright, I’ll pay attention.”

“Good boy,” you grinned.

His heart fluttered. He gave you a small smile, turning away to look at your textbook. He hoped you didn’t notice his blushing cheeks.

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“I still can’t believe you’re tutoring him for free,” Marlene snorted.

“He’s a nice guy, and Sirius’s friend. Why wouldn’t I help him for free?” You shrugged.

“His family is rich, Y/n. You could ask him for a 100 per hour and he’d probably give it to you.”

“It’s not about the money, Mar,” you rolled your eyes.

“Then what is it about? No offense, but you don’t exactly do things out of the kindness of your own heart.”

You gave her a glare and threw your food at her. “Rude.”

“What! I’m just sayin’! C’mon, Lils, am I wrong?” Marlene turned to the redhead who sat beside her.

“She’s not wrong,” Lily hummed.

“Oh, thanks, guys. You’re making me feel great right now,” you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t mean to make you upset or anything. But you’re part of the Black family. Selflessness isn’t in your genes.”

“I’ll let Sirius know you said that.”

“Oh, he already knows, and he’d probably agree,” she smirked.

“Well I’m not like my arsehole parents,” you muttered.

“Never said you were. I just wanna know why you’re not charging him like you usually do.”

“He gets the friend and family discount,” you explained.

Marlene eyed you wearily. She had a knowing smile on her face like like she was planning something.

“What are you thinking?” You asked.

“You like him, don’t you?” She smirked. Your mouth dropped open and you made a seriously face. “You are delusional, Marlene.”

“I’m telling you! You have a crush on Mr. James Potter,” she giggled.

“Yeah, like you have a crush on my brother,” you stated.

“I’m just waiting for him to grow up and make a move, okay? James is kind of an idiot, but he’s a total sweetheart. He’s not a bad choice,” she said.

“I don’t like him,” you shook your head. “Then who do you like?” She asked.

“I don’t like anyone!” You exclaimed. “Bollocks. You always like someone,” she said.

“That is true,” Lily nodded.

“Pay attention to your book,” you frowned at Lily.

She gave you a grin before going back to reading. You looked back to Marlene who had the most annoying look on her face.

“You like him.”

“Do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“I do not! What do I have to do to convince you?”

“Admit the truth.”

“Sorry to say that’s never going to happen because I don’t like him.” You took a grape and plopped it into your mouth.

“You’ll be eating your words soon.”

“Alright, I’m leaving. I have had enough of this abuse.” You packed up your backpack and stood up from the bench.

“Oh, my god! You’re leaving just because I’m teasing you!” She laughed incredulously.

“Yep,” you nodded. “Y/n, c’mon, you know I don’t mean anything by it,” she sighed.

“It’s still annoying. I’ll see you guys later.” You waved before you turned around.

You walked back to your house, walking up to your dorm. You were about to open your door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

You whipped out your wand, about to cast a spell when you saw who it was.

“Oh, hey James,” you sighed in relief. “Hey. Sorry if I startled you,” he apologized.

“Oh, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear you coming,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, I cast a spell on my shoes so the stairs won’t turn into a slide. It makes them silent, too.”

“Clever,” you smiled. You stared into his hazel eyes. You never noticed how long his eyelashes were, how the brown and green mixed nicely to create a prerrh hazel. Your gaze fell to his lips. You couldn’t help but notice how plump and pink his lips were. You wondered if they felt as soft as they looked. And his hair. Bloody hell, it was a mess. A curly, silky mess.

“Y/n? Y/n?” His voice brought you back to reality.

You blinked a view times, shifting your weight onto your left foot. “Huh?”

“You okay?” He asked. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Just kind of spaced out,” you laughed awkwardly. You didn’t know what happened. It was so weird. That had never happened before.

“It’s alright. I do that too.”

You smiled, “Tiredness gets to the best of us. So, what’s up?”

“Well, I took my history of magic test today,” he stated.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had totally forgot about his exam today. You had wished him good luck yesterday, but hadn’t spoken to him since then. You felt a little bad about forgetting, but he didn’t look too distraught.

“How did that go?” You asked. Although you forgot, you were looking forward to hearing his answer. Even if he got a bad grade.

“I got an A!” He held up his test results.

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes flickered from the page to his face multiple times before you reacted. Finally, you started to squeal and jump up and down.

“Oh, my god. That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” You beamed.

He smiled at your smile. He was already smiling, of course, but his cheeks were starting to hurt. He couldn’t help it. Your smile was contagious and the best sight on earth to him.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said.

“Oh,” you laughed bashfully. You waved your hand in a no-big-deal way. “I just reviewed the material with you. You put in the work and memorized and studied by yourself.”

“But you’re the one who made it all make sense. Even if I studied without you, it wouldn’t have made sense.”

“Well, you’re welcome. History of magic is a hard subject. You’re doing great.” You squeezed his arm supportively.

And there were those butterflies again in his stomach. He gave you a shy smile, feeling the tips of his ears growing warm.

“Thanks. I, uh, have to go, but I’ll see you later.”

“Sounds good! Do you want to go over your test answers Wednesday?” You asked.

“Sure,” he nodded. Although he already went over them with Remus when he got the test back, he would never pass up a chance to spend time with you.

“Great. See you later,” you smiled.

He gave you one last smile before he ran back down the stairs. You stared at his retreating figure, your smile still on your face.

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“Arsehole!” You shrieked.

“You’re bursting my eardrums!” Sirius shouted.

“Did you not see that?” You scoffed. “I did. I just don’t care,” he grumbled.

“Then why are you here?“ You asked. “Because I want to spend time with my sister. Duh,” he stated.

“Oh, so sweet,” you hummed.

“I still don’t understand why you like this. Any Quidditch game is better than this rubbish.”

“It’s interesting! Like, why do they call it football when they don’t play with their feet?” You wondered.

“Americans are so weird,” he muttered.

“Agreed,” you giggled.

“Don’t you have to tutor James tonight?” Sirius asked.

“Not for a while. What time is it?” You asked.

“Seven-thirty.”

You scrambled up out of your couch crease, looking at the clock that was above the TV.

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” You stumbled up the stairs, swinging the door open and grabbing your backpack.

“We were wondering if you and James still had your session tonight,” Marlene remarked.

You ignored her, gathering your notes and textbooks. You ran out of your room, running out of the common room and down the hallway to the library. You are forty-five minutes late. You hoped to Godrick James was still there. And more importantly, that he’d forgive you.

You barged through the library doors, making the librarian furious. You didn’t care, though. You were focused on looking for James. You found him sitting by the window in a chair reading.

“James!” You gasped for your breath.

He looked at you, startled but relieved to see you. “I’m glad you’re here. I was beginning to worry.”

“Sorry. I was watching American sports with Sirius. I didn’t mean to forget our session.”

“No worries,” he smiled. He looked genuinely fine with you forgetting. You were thankful he was so understanding.

“Thank you. Do you still want to study tonight? Or we can re-schedule,” you suggested.

“We can still study. If you want.”

“Yes, of course!” You nodded eagerly. “I’m sorry again. I didn’t mean to forget. It’s so unlike me.”

“It’s okay, really. We all forget somethings sometimes.” He offered you a kind smile.

You returned the smile. You were grateful he was so nice. You two walked to your usual study spot. It was a quiet place in the back by a window. You two usually sat on the comfortable chairs. Although you knew it was better to study at an actual desk, you hated the wooden chairs and so did James. You found that students study better when they’re comfortable, too. Not wiggling around in their seat to find a comfortable position.

James gave you his test sheet. You went over the answers with him. You were surprised at how confused he seemed. You knew he wasn’t stupid, but he was acting as though he never read the material before. It wasn’t unusual for him to get off-topic or distracted, but this was a whole new level of cluelessness.

Little did you know, he was doing this on purpose to spend more time with you. He had lost an hour with you and he wanted to milk as many minutes with you as he could.

“James, I have to ask. Are you okay?” You looked at him, brows raised.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, still acting completely clueless.

“No reason. You know, it’s been an hour and a half. Maybe we should call it a night, yeah?” You suggested.

His eyes widened as you started to put your books in your backpack. He flailed his arms in front of you in an attempt to stop you.

“No! I just… I’m just tired, is all. I promise I’ll straighten up. We usually study until ten. It’s only nine.” He hoped you would give in and keep spending time with him.

This was a pathetic way to hang out with you, but it was really the only time he got. You two weren’t really friends. You only knew each other because Sirius was your brother. You were also a year older than him, so you never were very interested in hanging out with someone younger than you — even if he was just a year younger than you, barely — much less one of Sirius’s friends. But he had liked you ever since his first year at Hogwarts. At this point, he could confidently say he was in love with you.

Hopelessly in love.

Since this was your last year and he knew he would probably never see you besides summer time, he had to get close to you and ask you out. He would regret it if he never tried.

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Great!” He beamed.

You smiled back widely. Honestly, you were grateful he was so persistent about you staying. You liked spending time with him whenever you got the chance. He was the perfect person to tutor. He wasn’t rumb at all. He just needed some extra explaining. Usually in words that were from his peers than a ghost of a professor. He was also insanely funny, hard-working, and very easy on the eyes. You couldn’t ask for a better person to spend hours with.

“Good job tonight, James.”

“Thank you. It helps that I have the best tutor in the world.”

You chuckled, “Thank you. I appreciate it. You’re the best student in the world.”

“That’s not true,” he shook his head.

“No, really,” you stated. “You’re very smart and you try very hard. It’s nice to have someone worried about their grades.”

“I guess I am,” he shrugged.

“Why are you so bashful tonight? It’s so unlike you,” you teased.

His cheeks glowed pink. You were right, it was so unlike him. But with you he changed into a completely different person. More quiet, less scheming, a lot less of an egoistical ass. You figured it was just because he was growing up, and maybe that was part of it, but he wanted to be his best for you.

“I’m just tired, I guess. Y’know, confidence can wear down.”

“I wish Sirius was like that,” you chuckled. He laughed, “You better pray every night.”

“I don’t even think that would help.”

“He’s got too much of a big head.”

You nodded in agreement. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and began to walk to the exit, but you ran into James.

“Sorry. I must be so tired,” you laughed awkwardly.

“No worries.”

You stared at him again, studying his face. He had freckles on the bridge of his nose and a view on his cheekbones. How had you not noticed that before? You’d looked at his face plenty of times, but never noticed his freckles. His cheekbones were pretty well defined, too. And that jawline. It could cut butter. His smile was charming. That you already knew, but it looked so much more blinding up close. You could feel yourself falling just staring at it.

Maybe Marlene was right. Maybe you did like him…

“You have nice eyelashes,” he blurted out.

You giggled, feeling heat crawl up your neck. “Thank you. You do, too.”

His smile grew impossibly wider. “I was born this way, you know.”

“I knew you didn’t lose your spunk,” you smirked.

“It was the right time to bring it out.”

You hummed in reply. Your eyes dropped down to his lips. Those soft, pink and plump lips you wanted to kiss so much. You’d heard rumors from girls in your classes of how great a kissed James Potter was. You wondered if it was true and if you could see for yourself.

Just as you realized you were leaning forward the librarian started to yell at you two.

“Library closed five minutes ago! Stop making out and go back to your houses!”

You reeled away quickly, feeling your face burning with embarrassment. You looked to see James’s face as red as a tomato.

“I’ll see you- er - later.” He scurried off, leaving you all alone.

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Now you were really beginning to think Marlene was right.

Your infatuation with James grew and grew. You found it hard to not think about him when studying, cleaning, hanging out with your friends. You found yourself searching for him in the halls, yearning to talk to him and be next to him. You had dreams about him almost every night. Most of them were just of him and your friends, but he barely showed up in your dreams before. And for the icing onto your “Infatuation for James Potter” cake, you always were staring at him when you were studying together. Always.

You knew he was always cute, but you never noticed he was this cute. His face was just so perfect. Everything fit together. His hazel eyes that were more green than brown, unruly black hair, and circle-framed glasses that made him look nerdy. You don’t understand how you didn’t realize that he was just your type.

Although he was smart academically, he had the worst street smarts ever. He was absolutely clueless about your advances. The long hand touches on his forearm, big smiles, laughing way too loudly at his jokes. He didn’t take it as anything but you two were getting to be closer friends.

You were a little relieved he never realized this, but it was also painful. You knew he liked you. Or well, you used to know. You overheard him and his friends talking about you one night. You heard James say how pretty you were and how much he liked the way you smell and the way you laughed. That was the summer before your fifth year. Now you weren’t so sure as you’ve seen him date, flirt, and bang other girls. You knew he couldn't stay like only one girl, but you wished he would just come out and say it already.

“James, please pay attention!”

“Sorry, Y/n. This chapter is just so boring.” And the way he said your name made your heart skip beats. He didn’t even say it a different way. It was just his voice and how it sounded in his mouth. It made your stomach flip.

“I know. Just hang on for a little longer, yeah? Then we can take a break,” you suggested.

“Alright,” he sighed. He listened to what you were explaining. Instead of looking at his dull textbook, he stared at you. Bloody hell were you beautiful.

He loved the way the sunlight hit you. Something about the way the sun hit your face and made your skin glow, and how it lit up your eyes to make your irises two shades lighter made him fall in love with you again and again and again.

Not to mention, you looked so cute curled up in your chair, reading and explaining everything to him. You were so smart. He was amazed at how you were Sirius’s sister. You definitely got the brains and the beauty.

“James? What are you looking at?” You frowned.

“U-uh…” he stammered. He internally panicked as he was caught staring at you. Although, it looked like you didn’t notice much. Hopefully, you thought he was staring at something behind you.

“I think we should stop now. I think you’re getting tired.” You closed your books and notebook.

“No! I’m sorry,” he sighed. “My mind has been elsewhere lately.”

“I understand. I’m not mad. I don’t want to overwork you, is all. We can study again in a few days.”

He smiled at your words. You cared about him.

“Sure,” he nodded. As much as he wanted to continue to hang out with you, his brain was fried.

“Do you want to want a movie or something?” You asked.

He perked up, looking at you with furrowed brows. “What?” He wasn’t sure he heard you correctly.

You smiled, “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “Cool. I’m going to return some books. Meet me in the common room,” you said.

“Alright.” He watched as you walk away. He was speechless. He couldn’t believe it. You had just asked him out on a date. Well, not a date, but a date. You had never done this before; he was always the one wanting to spend more time with you. Was it possible you felt the same way as him?

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“Ew, ew, ew! Please don’t go in there! No! You idiot!”

James smiled at your shocked face. Your commentary never failed to entertain him.

“This movie is so stupid. She is more stupid.”

“That’s the whole point,” James said. You shot him a glare. “I know. I’m just saying.”

“You did pick this movie,” he hummed. “The summary looked good,” you pouted.

“We can watch something else if you want.”

You shrugged, turning your attention back to the movie. “We have thirty minutes left. We might as well finish it now.”

“Are you going to complain for the remaining thirty minutes?”

You smiled sheepishly. He laughed, looking back at the screen. You scooted closer to him, or as close as you could. The couch in the common room was small. You two were already scrunched up together as it was, but you wanted to be close to him. He was warm and smelled so good. If you could, you would put your head on his shoulder so you could smell his cologne with every inhale.

You stayed silent for the remaining thirty minutes. You bit every comment you had back. You wanted to enjoy the movie with him, not ruin it with your whines and shouting.

“Good ending,” he commented. “It was better than the whole movie combined,” you agreed.

“Shall we watch another one?” He suggested. “It’s quite late. Maybe we should be going to bed.” You stretched your arms with a yawn.

“Yeah, that’d probably be best.” He looked down at his lap, frowning deeply. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to spend the whole night with you.

“What’s wrong?” You noticed his disappointed expression.

He shrugged, “Just tired.” “I know you better than that, James. What’s wrong?” You asked again.

He looked up at you, staring into your eyes and getting lost in them. This was the perfect time to ask you on a date or kiss you. If he could just work up the confidence to do both.

“James? James?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

He decided this what it. It was now or never.

He grabbed your face, more harshly than he intended to, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t now. Even if this ended badly, he still had to commit. Your eyes widened and your brain could barley register what was happening until he crashed his lips against yours. You let out a tiny gasp, eyes still wide with shock. You were stunned, to say the least.

He kissed your lips, praying that you would start kissing him back. It wasn’t until he started to pull away when you kissed him back. Your hands snaked up to his neck and hooked around his shoulders. One of his hands stayed cupping your cheek. His other hand dropped down to your back and held you close to him. You leaned forward to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

You breathed in deeply, becoming intoxicated by his scent. You were having the best make-out session you ever had. He tasted like the chocolate and popcorn you two had been munching on during the movie. He held you tightly as if he was afraid you would get up and leave. And the way he kissed you was hot. Like, Africa hot.

He pulled away, gasping for air. He looked to you, embarrassment suddenly filling his face. Although that kiss was magical for him, he realized how brash it was. He should’ve asked you if you wanted to kiss him. How could he be this stupid?

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he blurted.

“Don’t be.” Your words made his jaw drop.

“What? Why?”

You leaned in to kiss his lips. You stopped when you were just a millimeter away. You gazed into his eyes, smiling at him.

“I like you, too.”

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“The words are on the page, not my face,” you pursed your lips and raised your brow.

“Sorry, darling. You’re just so much prettier than the textbook,” he smirked.

You smiled bashfully. “Stop charming your way out of studying.”

“Never,” he winked.

You giggled, looking back at James’s homework that you were explaining to him. You slipped your hand into his, locking your fingers together and holding them tightly. He kept staring at you, admiring the way your eyes moved while reading, how you spoke so fluidly and without any pauses or stutters. You looked so interesting in the subject. It made him want to be interested in the subject, too. He was more interested in you, though. A lot more.

“Are you going to listen to me or not?” You asked.

“I am listening!” He frowned. “Yeah right,” you snorted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hummed.

You smiled, “You’re such a doofus.”

“You’re doofus, right?”

You leaned in, looking deeply into his eyes and hypnotizing him.

“Yep. My doofus.”

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years ago

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chapter one

(not my gif credits to owner on pinterest)

a/n: hi, welcome to my first series! i haven’t really seen any series on nancy on here so i took matters into my own hands *snap*. this is a slow burn so things will be simmering for a while. enjoy!!

word count: 2k

warnings: slight implied mention of underage drinking. if i missed any don’t hesitate to let me know!!

tacenda - masterlist st - masterlist m.masterlist

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“But that isn’t the point Steve- the point is, is that you’re wrong.”

“No, no I’m not. I’ve explained to you how many times that french fries just don’t belong in a milkshake. They’re both so much better separate than combined. And it’s best for them to stay away from each other and never, ever come in contact. ”

“You haven’t even tried it and you hate it on it so much. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so passionate about something.”

Steve slammed his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis. “I don’t need to try it to know it’s an absolute abomination to the world we live in,” He defended.

“Oo abomination I think that’s the biggest word I’ve ever heard you use,” You quipped back holding up your hands in mock fear.

“That's not true, I use plenty of big words.”

“Pretty sure your vocabulary can rival with a 7th graders.”

“Does a 7th grader know the word…… the word-the word parsimonious.” There was a brief pause as he turned into the school’s parking lot.

“.....Use it in a sentence-”

“I- We are way off track here! The point is that french fries and milkshakes aren’t meant for each other. They just simply aren’t. They have so much better things out there for them. Like milkshakes and cherry’s. Or french fries and ranch-”

“Did you just pick ranch over ketchup to pair fries with?” Steve put the car in park before turning to you with a tight lipped smile.

“Yeah. I Did.” He slammed the door as he exited his car. You followed suit, grabbing your bag from the back and closing the door with just as much force. Slinging it over your shoulder as you jogged to catch up to him.

“You would be the type of person to choose ranch over ketchup, you absolutely disgusting excuse for a human,” you scowled and scrunched your nose, entering the building.

“At Least I don’t think grease belongs in a dairy sha-” Steve pauses, taking in the lockers you both are passing. “You got a paper and something to write with?” He asks as he holds a hand out and scans the locker number. Curiously you pull out a notebook paper and blue sharpie. He mumbles “Perfect,” before using the lockers to write ‘Meet Me. Bathroom - Steve.’ He caps the marker and hands it back to you. Walking while folding the paper before slipping it into one of the lockers. Dragging your feet you slowly approach him.

“You got a booty call this early in the morning?” You ask with a snort.

Steve scoffs, “Please don’t ever use the word booty call again.”

“It’s two words,” You smirk. He gives you another tight smile.

“You’re just all full of smart ass this morning aren’t you?” You giggle and lean onto the lockers. He sighs, crossing his arms and follows your actions. “Besides, she isn’t a ‘booty call.’ Honestly I think she’s different.” He tilts his head down and looks up at you through his hair. You mirror his smile.

“Oh my goodness is THE King Steve thinking of settling down with someone. Maybe get a house in the country, have a farm, even get a dog-”

“Stop it, I'm serious. She’s not like any of the other girls I've been with.” You giggle again.

“Whatever you say Harrington. So, who is she if she’s so amazing and… different. Why haven’t you told me about her before?”

“Well, you don’t need to know everything going on with me. Y/n, you have your own stuff going on and I wanted to see if she was legit before I said anything. You get sick of me talking about people anyway,” He said, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

“Steve, if she's this big of a deal I think I won’t mind if you talk. You still haven’t said who she is yet by the way. I’m still wondering who Ms. Anonymous is- so now spill who she is. I'm shaking in my boots with anticipation.” You wobble your knees for effect. Steve chuckles, dragging his hand from his hair to down his face. He looks back up at you with a lazy smile.

“Nancy Wheeler.” Your jaw goes slack slightly.

Moving in closer, you whisper, “You snagged little miss perfect? No way, you're bluffing. Tell me you’re bluffing.”

“Am I really bluffing if I put a note in her locker? No you’re right we were just going to have a little study sesh in the bathroom y’know since I’m sucking at algebra right now. Which now that I think of it, is your fault. You said you would do my homework last week,” He stated.

“I never said I would do it. I said I would help you do it and you know algebra isn’t my strong suit.”

“Same thing. Either way, yes I ‘snagged’ Nancy Wheeler who should be here any second now so maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out by her locker,” He said while pulling your shoulder along with him to walk down the hall.

Re-adjusting your backpack you take a moment to look back up at Steve. His eyes scanned the hallway no doubt searching for a possible Nancy Wheeler in sight. Chuckling lightly you brought your attention back to the surroundings in front of you. It was his turn to look at you.

“What?” He asked. You turned your head back to him.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you didn’t snag Wheeler, looks like she snagged you.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Yeah, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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Nancy Wheeler. Huh. Didn’t see that coming. That was all you could think as Steve entered the bathroom. Not before giving you a mock solute and telling you he might be late to class, making you roll your eyes. Sighing, you adjusted your backpack again and started walking to class. Being early to class for the first time in……. Months, wow look at you go-

Scratch that you forgot to actually stop at your locker. Curse the existence of textbooks. Turning around, Carol passed you giving you a slight smile. Which you returned. Not fully meaning it, but y’know for Steve’s sake right?

If you have to be honest you didn’t really like ‘Steve’s friends.’ Even though they were technically yours too. Always having someone to party with or talk to was a plus but didn’t take away from the fact all of them were assholes. Steve partially included but he's been there for you since day one. Of Course you weren’t just going to stop seeing him when he started hanging out with some newer people.

New years meant new things and new attention. When it first started during the beginning of Freshman year it wasn't that bad but as time went on Steve’s popularity kept on growing, not to mention his ego with it.

He was fine by himself but around others like Tommy H. and Carol he was to say different. He turned into this ‘King Steve’ that developed and came to be named as time went on. That Steve was also an asshole and didn’t care to seem that he was one. However, there were times where repressed his actions.

But who isn't going to be an asshole when they get the right or in this case wrong attention? As it was said before it wasn’t like you were going to drop him because of a couple of inconveniences. Even if the inconveniences end with you having to put up with many annoying people, driving him home at least once every two weeks and feeling obligated to be a personal babysitter to make sure he doesn’t get in too much trouble.

But, that’s what friends were for. Right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done the same for you.

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Nancy Wheeler finally entered the school after having a spoiled breakfast from Mike putting syrup on her eggs. What compelled him to be such a little brat this early in the morning? She didn’t know. Barb quickly approached her as she walked through the doors.

“So, did he call?” She asked excitedly. Nancy’s eyes widened as she turned to Barb.

“Keep your voice down,” She scolded.

“Did he?” Barb persisted. Nancy rolled her eyes with a small smile.

“I told you, it’s not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that- woah!” She exclaimed as her books fell from her hands.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologized quickly, going down to pick up the dropped items. You looked up to see who it was and what you would know, it was Nancy Wheeler. The girl of the hour.

“It’s fine really. I wasn’t watching where I was going either I was…..distracted,” Nancy glared playfully at Barb, reaching down to pick up some things as well before turning to you. She froze slightly as she recognized who it was. You got up and held out a few of the fallen books to the girl. Nancy just stared before hurriedly getting up and accepting the items with a thanks. You bit your lip slightly thinking of something else to say. This was your first official meeting with Nancy. You two never seemed to have had a reason to talk even with the similar schedule and living in the same area. Nancy’s eyes flashed down to the action before snapping them back up to your eyes..

“Nancy, right?” You asked knowing full well what the answer was. Nancy smiled slightly with a nod. You returned it. There was a pause before your attention was brought to the person standing behind Nancy. “And Barbara?” Barb looked slightly shocked that you acknowledged her presence, nodding her head as well. Another awkward pause ensued. Nancy, noting this, took a chance to speak.

“And you’re Y/n. We have Algebra and Chemistry together don’t we?” She asked, also fully knowing the answer. It was your turn to nod.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird that this is the first time we have had an actual conversation,” you mentioned with a brief laugh. It actually wasn’t weird. While Nancy was spending most of her time keeping her grades up, you were too busy trying to live in the moment and managing to average with a C just barely. However, that was better than most could say. But with the fact when she was staying home studying, you were in the process of dragging Steve to your home to crash on your couch might play a factor in why this talk hasn’t happened earlier.

“Mhm, it probably wouldn’t have happened if I was paying attention, so sorry about that,” she said in a soft voice. She tilted her head down bashfully while her eyes looked back up at you. You paused again for a moment. Caught off guard by the sound of her voice. Why? Psh, you didn’t know other than the fact it probably shouldn't have. Brushing it off you cleared your throat.

“No, you’re fine. I was in my head and wasn’t watching my step. I take the full blame.” Placing a hand on your chest, you gave a slight bow in apology. Causing her to chuckle. Catching a glimpse at one of the clocks on the walls you brought your attention back to the two girls. “Alright, well it was nice properly meeting the both of you,” you brought up your hands to gesture to them, “- but now if you’ll excuse me I have to hurry to Chem to be able to be early for the first time since September.”

Giving a solute you walked past them. Both of them returned brief waves but were stopped short as they watched you turn around, quickly go to a locker, open it, and grab something inside. You walked back gesturing to the textbook with a tight smile and continuing on your way.

Both girls watched silently as you walked down the hall. Barb blinked a couple times then cleared her throat. “ Well that was something I wasn’t expecting,” she stated.

Part two...(coming soon)

“Tell me about it,” Nancy said with a light chuckle. I mean, who knew Steve Harrington’s best friend was a dork?

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Part two...

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gardenerian · 2 years ago

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#i could write an entire essay on that 7th gif

What would your thesis statement be?

j/k, not assigning you hw based on some tags XD

(unless you do want to expand on the topic)

please always assign me homework based on my tags, it is a hobby of mine to do Too Much and be Very Annoying about it 😇

so like. okay. the basic thesis statement would be that this moment is a TRAGEDY, alongside 3x06, 3x12, and 5x10. it is a moment of lost opportunity for them and could have changed the trajectory of this episode.

here is ian’s face when he says you’re not free. it’s a face we’ve seen pretty often this season. hardened, intense, rigid. so sure of his convictions and certain he’s doing the the Right Thing.

but then..... mickey says the makes me free line heard around the world and we immediately get this face! unguarded, surprised, moved, and - afraid? this is a face we have not seen from ian so often this season. it almost mirrors the face when mickey pulls him out of the house after the kenyatta ordeal.... like he’s on the edge of understanding that something’s not right.

then he has this series of expressions - where it’s like he’s about to say something? he’s searching mickey’s face and opening his mouth before shutting it again.... it’s so brief, but it’s like something is bubbling up there. he wants to say something and the shift in energy rolling off of him is SO STRONG.

instead of the constant move move move fight fight fight go go go energy... it just? he deflates a bit. he looks tired, he looks frightened. he looks like he wants mickey to take him home. i am not sure he’d admit HEY I THINK I’M BIPOLAR bc i don’t think he’s there yet.... but i feel like he could have been on the edge of saying that something’s going on.

that mickey also makes him free from whatever is happening to him. that mickey makes him free after whatever did happen to him while he was away. that he’s so in love it scares him, that he’s afraid of losing mickey while he’s feeling so strange. that maybe he’s feeling out of control. or he doesn’t want mickey’s dad to take away what they have, especially now.

LIKEEEEEE:

OMGGGGG!!!!!!

and it’s like mickey thinks something might be about to change as well? ian takes a big breath and mickey puts his hand on his shoulder. a bracing little rub because he sees this shift in ian. he knows that ian needs something solid and comforting. like he wants ian to know that despite all this hiding, he’s here for him!!! he sees him and will hear him!!! and then iMMEDIATELY the door busts open and ian’s angry again.

everyone has seen the change in ian this season - we get some insight that ian might sense it too, but ian hasn’t said anything about it. other than “tons of energy”/”i quite smoking” etc... like he hasn’t come outright and said that he feels WRONG. i think the last few episodes of the season see ian starting lose the “fun” of mania and start to get a little scared. i wonder if it was like that with the helicopter situation.

anyways. i really feel like this tiny moment was tragic because i think it could have changed things - maybe not drastically, but i feel like ian was on the verge of expressing something. fear or pain or need. he might have been more willing to go home and wait for mickey had they had just a few more moments of conversation. we don’t even hear him admit something’s wrong until the end of the next season. after this TINY moment of vulnerability, it’s bottled back up. and it makes me INSANE!

ultimately i think mickey was destined to come out - that this moment, like those other moments, was probably always going to be ripped away from them. but DAMN if cam’s tiny little facial expression’s don’t make me want to scream into a pillow 😭

#i could be reading into it all wrong bc of My Brain but GODDDDD this moment #who wants to write the canon divergent fic #will it be me askjfh NO it will not #but oh my god #tidal ty i have been thinking of this moment a lot actually #losing my mind 😇#s4 #4x11 #mania tw #mel answers

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years ago

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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scorchedhearth · 3 years ago

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Trust fx soundtrack part 1 + part 2

link to spotify playlist // ID and bonus under cut

Bonus: alternative shots

[ID: A gifset of the serie Trust fx with all the songs used in the serie. Each song is in a spotify player, the gif shaped like a phone screen.

1st gif: “Stranded” by Budgie over Primo in his car drinking from a bottle of alcohol. “Ninguem Me Ama” by Mina over Primo in his car throwing a paper plane out of the window. “If I Give My Heart To You” by Raffaella Carrà over Gail from the shoulders up, she has a worried expression.

2nd gif: “Solar Fire” by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band over guests walking into a flat through a door, they’re all filmed from behind. “Come prima” by Tony Dellara over Little Paul and his sister, they’re dancing around and laughing together in a garden. “Puttin’ on the Ritz” by Fred Astaire over Getty dancing alone with his cane in his mansion, he is centered in the middle of the shot.

3rd gif: “Cissy Strut” by The Meters over Chase, Getty’s chief of security, looking directly into the camera and speaking to it. “Città vuota (It’s a lonely town)” by Mina over Getty standing alone in Roman ruins. “Tutto nero – Paint It Black” by Caterina Caselli over Paul, angry and throwing a plant on the ground.

4th gif: “Torero” by Renato Carosone over Little Paul as a child, he is in a car with a camera in his hands. “Black Magic Woman” by Fleetwood Mac over a shot of a hand on a stair’s railing. “Comin’ Back to Me” by Jeferson Airplane over Paul, he is sitting a desk with a phone in his hand, crying.

5th gif: “End Of Innocence” by James Lavelle over Little Paul face against a stone, his eyes wide open starring into the distance while a knife is brought close to his ear. “Oh nero nero” by Cosimo Monteleone over Dante taking a package out of a bag and putting it into a mailbox. “Chissà chi sei” by Raffaella Carrà over Primo and a woman in a club, he turns his head toward her.

6th gif: “Los Angeles Blues” by Peggy Lee over Getty, he is sitting in a chair and smiling widely, happy. “Golden Brown” by The Stranglers over Primo standing on a part in front of the sea filmed from the back. “Speranze di libertà” by Ennio Moricone over Getty, he is sitting in a chair, distraught and looking around him, the walls and a fruit basket are covered in gold.

7th gif: a gif with the series end screen. It first shows this text : “The series is inspired by actual events. Some dialogue was created consistent with those events. Various events were combined for dramatic purposes.” It then spells “trust” in white over a black background in capital letter with a dot appearing at the end of the word.

8th gif: “Stranded” by Budgie over Primo in a car, liking cocaine off his hands, filmed from up. “Tutto nero – Paint It Black” by Caterina Caselli over Gail in a red dress, filmed from the back walking down stairs. “End Of Innocence” by James Lavelle over Francesco, son of Leonardo from the Italian mafia, in a white suit holding a tissue with a bloody ear on it. / end ID]

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mrssnivellussnape · 4 years ago

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Not my GIF, creds to original owner

A Lesson in Jealousy

Requested by Anon: ‘omg I loved your lucius and snape x reader smut one and i’m begging for another pleaseeee!!! maybe this one the reader is a student (of age) and has a secret thing with Snape and lucius comes to the school and is drawn to the reader and more jealous snape (bc he’s just so sexy 😩😩) and then wherever it goes from that is up to you because I honestly love everything you write!!’

AN: Thank you for your nice words 🥰 enjoy!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, teacher x student (legal), teasing, explicit language, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, spanking, penetration

“But I’m not even failing your class!” You argued.

Severus stood in front of you, rolling his eyes and brushing you off, “That doesn’t mean you can’t study.”

“That’s so unnecessary,” you protested. “I’m doing just enough to pass, I shouldn’t have to study more than I already am.”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, “‘Just enough’ isn’t good enough, Y/n.” You mumbled a response, leaving him in his classroom and walking to the Dining Hall.

On your way there, you noticed a blond haired, blue eyed man standing in the hall. He didn’t seem to notice you and you wanted to know if he needed help, “You seem a bit lost, could I help you with anything?” You asked upon reaching him.

The man looked down at you, ready to complain about being spoken to, but when he glanced over your appearance, his face softened. “Forgive me, but who are you?”

“Oh, I’m Y/n.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake it, mindful of the many books in one of your arms. “I’m one of the 7th years.” He accepted it and kept holding your hand far longer than what he should’ve, but oddly enough, you hadn’t minded.

He was extremely attractive if you were being honest and his confident demeanor pulled you closer to him. His eyes were like crystal pools of blue water, looking murky and inviting the more you stared at him. His tight, black frock coat clung to his frame and his long cane that he’d been leaning on aided in making him look even more appealing.

"I'm not lost at all... Y/n,” his voice dripped like liquid gold. “I just needed some help finding the Headmaster’s office. Would you mind helping me?" He smiled. "It's important I speak with him soon."

You nodded, “It’s in the west tower, left of the gryffindor house. If you go that way, you should—” you were cut off by him suddenly bumping into you. He’d knocked over you books, effectively spilling them all over the floor.

You bent down to pick them up and felt him stoop down too. His eyes looked up at you, his sharp gaze penetrating you, making your face heat up and spread to your neck. You both moved to quickly gather your splayed out books and when your hands touched, you jumped back, biting your lip at the smooth yet calloused feeling.

While you were moving to stand up, his hand grabbed your shoulder - for what, you didn’t know - but it made you shudder. He’d accidentally pulled your shirt, making it lower just enough to show your cleavage, and you saw his eyes peer down to admire them. You cleared your throat, “Thank you, sir.” You sighed. “It was nice having a strong man such as yourself helping me. If you need anything else, let me know.”

He’d heard the way your voice purred and his eyes lowered in lust, “Anything I need, you say?”

You nodded, leaning to whisper in his ear, “Anything you may want or have an idea of.” You’d seen Severus out of the corner of your eye and knew that he was seething, you could feel his anger from where you and the man were standing. So, you winked at him, before moving away, leaving both men to watch your ass as you walked away.

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You weren’t able to make it to dinner before you felt Severus walk up behind you and grab your arm. He pinned you against the wall, sliding his hand under your shorter than acceptable skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing slowly. "What do you think you're doing?" He towered over you, looking down into your eyes. You could see that burning, see how badly he wanted to bend you over his lap there and now.

"Doing? What... What do you mean?" You asked, smiling, struggling to keep your legs steady as your clit tingled.

He pushed you harder into the wall, "Did you really... think I wouldn't see you flirting... with... him?” He questioned. “You have that short, little skirt with this indecently unbuttoned shirt on just to be noticed. I wonder how many of my male students here would look and see the wet spot in your panties, see your juices running down your legs.” He whispered against your ear, rubbing your clit hard.

"Oh, that," you bit your lip as you smiled. "Well I was just trying to help the poor man find Dumbledore’s office. I was being nice, that's all."

He saw through your lie, he always did, “Nice, you say? Care to try another lie?" He asked, smacking against your cunt. "Because I’m more than positive that Malfoy saw your breasts as you bent forward, and he undoubtedly saw your exposed backside when you walked away. That's a bit more than being nice."

He got you there, you knew he saw you, you enjoyed him seeing you flirt with another man; spiking his jealousy was something you did far too often. “I, um, he, well..." You stammered when he rubbed harder, making your legs shake. You couldn’t think about anything other than how badly you wanted his cock inside of you. You looked around for an empty classroom, a closet, any where for him to fuck you.

"Your cunt belongs to me. I say who, and when, and where it gets pleasured.” His words sounded dark. “Are... we... clear?" He watched, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, "We're... clear," You managed to respond, half moaning as you tried to not cum.

"Good girl." he said. He kissed you deeply as he slid a finger inside of your pussy, fingering you furiously. You dug your nails into his arm, pressing yourself against him and biting his lip to muffle the moan as your cum started to run down your leg. "You really are a slut. Cumming all over your panties from just a little flirting. You'd probably drop to your knees with as little as a smack on your ass, wouldn't you?" He taunted.

“Why don’t you find out and see for yourself?” You pressed, hoping he’d take the challenge. You smirked before turning to walk away. ‘Well if that wasn't testing him enough, Y/n,’ you thought to yourself, ‘Then I’ll just keep messing with him.’ Slowly, you walked down another hallway, making sure to stay where he could see you misbehaving.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but the same man from earlier had now been back in front of you. He’d came around the corner, nearly bumping into you again, but you’d been quicker. "I forgot to thank you.” He flashed his perfect set of teeth.

"Oh, you’re more than welcome.” You grinned back, glancing around to make sure Severus saw him come back for another round of flirting. "I'm so sorry, I didn't get your name, sir?" Your voice was coy as you put your hand on his arm. You couldn’t see Severus, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You remembered he was a Malfoy, from the surname Severus referred to him as a second ago, and since he obviously wasn’t Draco, you could only assume, “Lucius, Lucius Malfoy.” He answered. Ah, of course.

“I should’ve known a man like you could be none other, you and Draco favor each other.” You moved your hair behind your ear, showing the column of your smooth neck. “Well, thank you for being so kind to show your gratitude, it means a lot. You’re very attentive to how you make a woman feel, I see.” You giggled.

"The real power of a man is in the size of the smile on his woman's face." He winked.

You bit your lip, “Is it? Well, I'd love to find out just how powerful you really are, Lucius." You teased, running a finger down his chest to his covered waist. You looked up and saw hunger in his eyes, and smiled when he rested his hand on your hip.

“Miss L/n, shouldn’t you be heading to dinner?” Severus all but growled. Lucius looked at you confused. You smiled and waved a flirty goodbye to him as your lover half dragged you down the hall. You did your best to not giggle, but you couldn’t manage to hide the mischievous smile on your face. "What the fuck?" He demanded after dragging you into an empty room and slamming the door.

"What?” You asked in a faux innocent voice. “I was just having a little fun. The man was coming to thank me for my kind services." You protested, leaning against the door.

You reached down to rub his cock. You could feel his shaft throbbing against his trousers, begging to be released. And you were happy to oblige. You unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free of his prison of clothes, and stroking him slowly. He glared at you. His eyes gave away his anger, his jealousy, his lust.

He spun you around, shoving you harder into the door, pinning both of your wrists over your head and pulling your skirt up, spanking you. "You... little... whore." Each word was followed by a spank on your ass. "Fucking... wench." He spanked you harder.

Your legs were shaking, you could barely breathe from trying not to scream, trying not to moan. You knew he’d stop as soon as he saw how much you were enjoying your punishment. He spanked you harder and harder until your knees grew weak and you moaned, your juices making a mess of you and your panties. Your legs were soaked.

He let go of of your wrists, "Panties off." He ordered. You looked at him confused. He spanked you hard enough that you yelped in pain. "Panties off. Now!" He commanded.

You bent over, letting him watch your ass as you slipped your lace thong down and off, handing him your panties before spreading your legs wider. He spanked your clit, making you cum and gush all over his hand.

He thrusted himself into you, knocking you into the front of the door. He pulled your hair, bringing your ear close to his mouth, "Your cunt belongs to me," he bit. “I’ll be the only one to ever know how tight you are, feel how snug you fit against me.” You moaned as he thrusted into you harder and harder, banging the door as he impaled you, his hands squeezing your hips tighter. You felt your legs soaked in your juices, felt the electricity under his touch. He squeezed your hips tighter when your juices ran down his cock.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you. You knew he was aching to cum, he needed to fill your pussy, to claim you as his. But he stopped, putting his cock back inside the confine that was his clothes. "Get out and go eat.” He ordered, walking around your side to leave before you. You looked at him confused, and then followed.

"But... I just... and we... but..." You couldn’t complete your thoughts. You needed more, you needed his cock throbbing inside of you, his cum mixing with yours. You needed to feel his hands on you, feel him remind you that you were his. You reached in front of you to stroke him, but he smacked your hand. You slid your hand down, trying to slowly rub your snatch, which was already dripping wet.

"I’ll tell you when and where your cunt gets pleasured." He reminded you.

You reached for his hand, pulling it to your throbbing heat, "Please?" You begged. But he ignored you and opened the door - no teasing, no spanking. "Ugh, if you're not going to do anything, can I at least put my panties back on?" You pouted now, crossing your arms as you stepped out of the room and into the seemingly empty hall.

You hadn’t seen Lucius standing by the door, nor had you heard him previously listening in on you and Severus. The raven haired man looked at you then to the wide eyed eavesdropper. He threw your soiled panties to Lucius, watching as the man eagerly caught them, “No can do, darling. Lucius now has them.” He smirked. “He couldn’t help but listen to us, and I decided that after how wet you’d gotten from flirting with him, that he deserved to see how soaked your panties were."

Severus walked off, leaving your jaw on the floor as you hurried to follow behind him, sparing Lucius a quick glance before you sped up.

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