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straykidsnerd255 · 1 year ago

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I'll Be Your Man: WereWolf!BangChan x Female Reader

Pairing: BangChan x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst- Hurt/comfort

Song: Pray- BTOB

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Blood, fighting, Werewolf!BangChan, swearing, Reader can see extremely far distances and can use repulsive magic(She can hold her hand up and throw people away from her a great distance), Reader gets kidnapped and choked.

A/N: I will do eight different versions of this one-shot! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3K+

The rustling of the bushes unnerved you. You had wandered into the forest behind your house, not realizing it would suddenly grow as dark as night. As you moved further in, a grunt sounded from your right. Snapping your head in that direction, you looked around, hoping to find whatever made the noise. You carefully pushed bushes and vines to the side and saw what looked to be a large dog lying on its side. You carefully move towards the wounded animal, trying not to spook it however its head snapped towards your direction, its eyes on you as you move towards the front of it. A snarl leaves its lips, but it doesn’t move.

You kneel in front of the animal before looking it over. Its breathing was labored as if it had been running for a long time. Your eyes scanned the animal from head to toe. “I need to get you back to my place. I can’t make out the severity of the wounds out here.” You mumbled, trying to find something to help you with the wounded animal. The animal, clearly understanding your words, slowly began to stand up. A whine left its lips as it began to limp forward. You moved closer to the animal(you found out it was a wolf once it stood) and followed it.

Relief washed over you as you saw your little house. You quickly raced towards the door and opened the door once you and the wolf were near the door. After entering the house, the wolf fell to the floor and whined in pain. You threw your things to the floor before running to your bathroom and grabbing everything you would need. Returning to the living room, you notice the wolf looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. You carefully knelt on the ground and gently pressed your hands against its fur. In the light, you noticed the black fur was matted down with blood and dirt but was still soft to the touch.

You stood from the ground and walked into the kitchen. You grabbed one of the large pans you had and filled with with hot water tolerable to touch. You bent down to the bottom drawer of the sink and grabbed a washcloth before returning to the living room. The wolf looked up and growled seeing the pan in your hands but stopped when water splashed out the side. You sat down and scooted closer to the wolf’s side. “Easy boy. I’m just gonna clean the wound on your side and bandage you up.” You said, gently scratching behind his ear.

His tail started wagging before he grunted and touched your leg with his front paw before taking it back and lying on that paw while the other was outstretched. You took the electric razor and gently cut away the fur that surrounded the wound. Dipping the cloth in the warm water, you gently began to dab at the wounds. He hissed when a certain spot was hit but didn’t move otherwise. “And finished.” You said, wrapping the bandage around his middle. His tail started wagging once again and he looked up at you. You stood from the ground and stretched your limbs out. You looked down at the wolf and noticed a scared look in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna send you away. You are injured and I have grown rather attached to you.” You mumbled before helping him up and getting him to your room. You carefully helped him onto your bed and watched him curl in on himself. He huffed tiredly before closing his eyes and falling asleep. You smiled at the sleeping wolf before turning around and quickly changing into pajamas.

Around 2 am, you woke to the sound of your bed moving and creaking. You turned to your side and came face to face with a handsome man. You screamed and fell from the bed and you crowded yourself close to the wall. The lights turned on the man stood from the bed and looked around in what looked to be alertness. “W-Who are you?” You stammered out, looking a the man. “My bad. My name is BangChan, but you can just call me Chan. I was the wolf that you saved.” The stranger said. You narrowed your eyes but the bloody bandages around his stomach and sides proved his words.

You slowly stood from the floor and walked towards him. “You…are the wolf….that I saved.” You said, moving closer to him. Chan nodded his head. He watched as your hands reached towards the bandages and winced when your fingers brushed against his skin. You drew your hands back like you just got burned and looked at him. “Sit down. I need to change them.” You said, rushing to the bathroom to grab the bandaids.

Chan sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around your room. It had a desk that sat on the far right corner of the room, a TV stand directly in front of the bed, and a wardrobe that sat in front of him. It was basic for a bedroom. When you returned, he sat up straight and immediately lifted his arms. You carefully unwind the dark red bandages and wince at the state of the wound on him. “Who or what did this to you?” You asked, carefully putting ointment on the wound and wrapping the bandage around it again. You felt his body tense before sagging.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You said.

He squirmed on the bed before taking a deep breath and looking you directly in the eyes. “I want to tell you. I feel….I feel safe here.” He said.

You blinked at his words before placing the leftover bandage aside and sitting next to him. He told you everything that had happened even the part where you had found him. You clenched your hands tightly when he mentioned his pack was still captured. You could see the fear in his eyes and agreed to help him look for them. You jumped when a popping noise sounded close to you and turned your head just in time to see Chan shift back to his wolf. His wolf was majestic. You had heard about werewolves but thought they were only myths. A fairytale even. You pulled on a jacket and grabbed a flashlight.

Winter was right around the corner and you hopped and prayed that Chan would be able to find his pack in time. Opening the door, you and Chan stepped out into the cold autumn wind. You shivered but suppressed the urge to turn around and go back inside. Chan darted towards the opening of the forest before turning around and facing you. His golden eyes shone like beckons. You carefully jogged over to him and placed a hand on his head.

You felt Chan lift his head closer to your hand before turning back to the forest. You stayed close to him as the two of you ventured into the dark. Chan suddenly stopped. You noticed the hair on the back of his neck stand up in alert. A deep growl left his mouth as he circled in front of you. His ears were flat against his head. You shone the flashlight in the direction he was staring in and gasped. Chan’s snarl turned to a whimper before he darted forward. “Chan!” You called out, chasing after the wolf. You almost lost sight of him a few times but he would always turn around when he needed to.

What did you notice? You didn’t think you looked that far into the distance but running for five minutes proved your thought of not seeing far wrong. Before long, you noticed Chan sit down, his ears down and his tail lying still. You move closer and crouch next to him. Your hand reaches up to pet his head before turning to face him. “What’s wrong?” She asked. Chan reverted to his human set and carefully took your hand in his. He was scared. You could tell by the way his hand shook violently in your hold.

“Chan?” You said, hoping to gain his attention. However, it didn’t. He continued to stare forward before lifting his free hand and pointing forward. You followed where he was pointing and noticed a bonfire. You squinted your eyes to see better. As if your body knew you were looking a far distance, your vision enhanced to the point it looked like you were looking through binoculars. You ignored it for the moment as you looked closer. Men were gathered around the fire and laughing. You could see wolves, covered in blood and favoring paws and legs tied up and in cages.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as you turned to Chan. “My pack.” That was all he said. Your eyes narrowed in anger. Chan revered back to the wolf and lunged forward. Your eyes widened as you watched the massive wolf attack. However, it didn’t last long when a rope wrapped around his throat and yanked. Chan made a high-pitched choked-off whimper before thudding to the ground. A sharp hiss left his lips as he landed on the wound you had bandaged up. He hadn’t fully healed from the first wound on his body.

“Damn, didn’t think we would ever see this big guy again. He will fetch us a fortune!” one man said, grabbing Chan’s snout tightly. Chan snarled and tried to bite the man’s hand only to be kicked hard in the stomach. You felt your heart shatter and before you knew it, you raced into the clearing, you dropped in front of Chan and pressed your hand to his face. Chan’s eyes widened when you appeared in his line of sight. He tried to get you to move but couldn’t even move himself. He was in so much pain.

“Well well well. Guess this big guy brought another friend along. Tie her up. We can see her along with those mutts.” The same man said, turning his back towards them. A group of men started walking towards you with a long rope in hand and menacing smiles on their faces. You, on instinct, closed your eyes and screamed. Chan’s eyes widened in shock when he saw what looked like a shock wave leave your body. It sent all the men flying away from the camp and extinguishing the fire. Opening your eyes, you noticed the fire had been put out and the men were nowhere to be seen. “Wha-” You couldn’t finish your sentence when you noticed Chan whining in pain. You quickly untied the rope from his throat before searching for your flashlight. You turned it on and looked around trying to find something you could drive back to your house. A sigh of relief escaped your throat when you saw the pickup truck you assumed the men used.

You scrambled forward and opened the door. “Fools.” You mumbled out loud when you felt the keys in the ignition. You quickly started the car and grinned when it roared to life. You ran to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate. You lifted the back of the flashlight to your lips and bit down on it as you moved towards the cages. You crouched in front of the first cage you came to and felt your heart shatter. Chan walked over to you and leaned his weak body against yours. You felt your heart hurt for all of them. You and Chan (as much as he could) got the cages in the back of the truck. You made sure that everything was in place before closing the tailgate. Taking the license plates from the front and back, you tossed them as far as you could before climbing into the truck. You closed the door and immediately put the car in reverse.

You backed up a bit before putting the truck in drive and slowly moving forward. Chan hissed when the truck jerked forward. You placed a hand on his head and you felt him lift his head to press closer to your hand. “Don’t worry Chan. I’ll make sure to get them the medical attention they need.” You said flipping the truck around and backing up so the tail of the truck was covered by the garage. She turned the car off and helped Chan, who had turned back to his human, into the house. You swiftly managed to get the 7 injured wolves into your house and began working on them one at a time. Once all were bandaged, wrapped up, or even stitched up, you collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

{3 years later- You and Chan are in an established relationship now}

“HAN NO YOU CAN’T-” You flinched when the sound of a vase crashing against the floor was heard. Everyone went deadly silent as the tan wolf froze. His tail between his legs and his ears flat against his head in fear. You walked into the living room and found a vase you had been given by a friend sitting on the ground in pieces. You quickly grabbed your broom and dustpan and cleaned the mess up. “It wasn’t a really good vase anyway. It's alright Han.” You said, finishing sweeping and dumping the pieces in the trash. You placed a hand on the tan wolf’s head and ruffled the fur.

Han’s tail happily wagged behind him and he curled closer to her. Chan watched from where he was lying on the couch, bandage still wrapped around his middle. His golden eyes watched his pack getting along beautifully with the human that had saved them on that night 3 years ago. Slowly, Chan moved from the couch and walked towards you and Han. He nuzzled his nose against your neck making you giggle before placing a hand on his head and scratching behind his ear.

You giggled before standing up. “Let’s go outside for a bit, it's sunny out and and quite warm for an autumn afternoon.” You said, walking to the back door and opening it. The wolves happily chirped their agreement before racing out the door. Chan made his way out the door before turning and looking at her. “I’ll be out in a moment. I need to clean the kitchen a bit.” You said, giving the wolf a reassuring smile. Chan nodded his head before heading outside. You left the door open a crack and you would later find out that was the best decision you had made.

As you were cleaning the kitchen, a knock sounded at the door. Quickly drying your hands off, you walked to the door. Swiftly opening the door, you go to greet whoever is at the door but a strangled scream leaves your lips. Chan’s ears perk immediately and he’s racing into the house in human form. He tore through the kitchen just to see you get thrown into the back of a van, said van driving away fast. A snarl left his lips before he slammed the door and went back to the rest of the pack.

The pack watched Chan pacing in a circle, his mouth in a permanent snarl, spit falling from his lips as if he was a starved, and bloodthirsty creature. His eyes burned red. “You were here the longest with her. You should have her scent all over you by now. You can track her.” Lee Know said, looking at his best friend. Chan snapped his head towards Lee Know with wide eyes. That’s right, how could he forget about that? He raced back into the house and went straight to her room. Sure he had her scent practically memorized, but he needed a boost. He pressed his nose into the comforter and inhaled deeply. Her scent always put him at ease. Allowed him to let his guard down.

He darted from the room just as the rest of his pack came back inside. They noticed the look in his eyes and looked at each other. “Let’s go.” was all Chan said before they darted from the house and ran down the street in the direction Chan had seen the van leave in. His mind raced as he remembered your gentle touches and the way you were careful when he and his pack were injured. He knew he needed to save you no matter what. You change his life and his pack's life for the better.

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You groaned as you opened your eyes. Looking around, you noticed you were in an old warehouse. A headache formed in your head when you finally woke up. You go to move your hands but hearing the clanking of the chains makes your entire body freeze. “Likes like you finally woke up.” A voice said, causing you to shake in fear. “What do you want?” You ask, trying to keep your voice steady. “You injured a group of my strongest men. So, I’m selling you on the black market. You have a special gift and it will make me rich.” The man said, stepping out from behind a pillar.

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. The sound of screaming and gunshots rang through the air causing both you and the man to look towards the door. “BOSS!” A strangled voice called out. A loud growl rang through the silence and the deafening sound of bones snapping could be heard. The door opened to reveal Chan, covered in blood. His red eyes stare the man down, calculating his next move. You go to open your mouth only, no sound comes out. You try to breathe but it is restricted. You look up in a wild panic as the man’s grip on your throat tightens.

You reach up and grab the man’s wrist in hopes that he would release your throat if you pulled but the lack of air was starting to get to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the man continued to choke you. Chan howls in rage. He was already fast but in his wolf form, he was much faster. You gasped for much-needed air as Chan bit into the man’s throat. A strangled cry left his mouth before everything went silent. Chan tore into the man, blood covering his black fur and his teeth. A crazed look in his eye.

“Chan.” Your weak voice pulled him from the man in front of him. His eyes cleared and he immediately went to you. His human took over as his hands quickly wiped the blood from his mouth and face before pressing his hands against your face. “I am so sorry I let this happen. I should have been there with you.” Tears filled his eyes as he looked over you. You had a black eye, busted lip, and blood running down the side of your face. You looked like you had gotten in a fight much worse than it seemed. Tears filled Chan’s eyes as his fingers danced across the bruises that lined your arms, and neck. The chains on your wrists clinked every time you moved or he moved you.

You leaned forward when you had filled your lungs with air and pressed your lips to Chan’s. He immediately kissed back. His fingers tangled in your hair, before dropping to your legs. He gently squeezed your thighs in a form of comfort, both for you and himself. Pulling away from the kiss, he took deep breaths before leaning forward again. His lips locked with yours and a sigh escaped him. You giggled but returned the kiss. “Let’s get these chains off.” He mumbled, after pulling away from the kiss.

Once freed from the chains, Chan lifted you into his arms and held you tightly. “I won’t let you go ever again.” He whispered as he walked towards the open door of the warehouse. The rest of his pack waiting patiently for him and you to come out. Minho’s ears perked when he heard family talking and heartbeats. You smiled at the other wolves and gently patted Chan’s chest to let him know you wanted to be sat down. He did what you asked but stayed close to you. You looked over each of the wolves before being pounced on by the two younger wolves. They curled up against your chest and whined. You giggled before pressing kisses to their heads.

“I’m all right. I promise.” You said, petting their heads to the point the two felt their eyes growing heavy. You smiled softly before taking a deep breath. “Let’s go home.” You said, carefully standing up. The two younger wolves staying at your side. Shifting to his wolf, Chan stayed in the back while the rest were in front. You giggled at how protective they were being but you understood why they were acting this way. When you finally reached your house, you collapsed on the couch and took a deep breath. Chan sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you, having shifted to his human after entering the house.

The others stayed as their wolves but laid around you and Chan. I.N the youngest of the pack, moved to your left and laid his head in your lap. His ears were straight up and his nose moving but he was content. His tail wagging happily behind him as you pet his head before moving to scratch behind his ear. You smiled softly before turning to face Chan. He was still tense but he had relaxed knowing they were back home. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your hands holding his hand before tracing patterns across the back of his hand. You felt your eyes growing heavy and you finally fell asleep. Content and above most all…protected.

#Stray Kids #BangChan #Female Reader #Fluff #a little angst #Hurt/comfort #All of Stray Kids are there #Ot8 Skz #BangChan x Female Reader #Reader has powers #Kpop-StrayKids

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 2 years ago

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Hi! It's Winter! Have a nice day!

Bed Partners

The constant ringing from her cell phone startled her awake. It had taken her over an hour to fall asleep and she groaned when she looked at the clock glowing on her husband’s side of the bed. 11:45 PM.

“Sweetie, give me space. I need to answer that,” Brigitte whispered. Unfortunately, her words were not met with actions.

She threw her head back on the pillow. It was pointless because he wasn’t going to move. His loud snores were an indication that he was in a deep slumber. Nothing and no one was capable of waking him up at this point.

Brigitte looked at her phone and shrugged. Whoever it is will have to leave a message.

The dings came through in rapid succession. “Darling, please move.” Her pleas went unanswered and, by now, she knew who was desperately trying to get a hold of her.

When she was finally able to retrieve her cell phone, she scrolled through the messages, laughing when she saw that all 12 texts were from her husband. She dialled his number and waited for him to answer. (Which he did on the first ring).

“Chérie! Did I wake you?” Emmanuel shouted enthusiastically into the phone, forgetting there was a 2-hour time difference between him and his wife.

After a discreet yawn, she smiled, “You did wake me. I'm sorry I couldn’t answer your call - he wouldn’t move.”

Emmanuel’s heart began to race. “He? He! You’re not alone?”

“Emmanuel Macron, are you that lost without me that you can’t even think straight.” Brigitte teased. “Check your messages. I sent you a picture of my bed partner.”

Without hanging up the call, he opened his messages, beaming when he saw a photo of their dog laying next to his wife.

“See! Nemo is with me. He’s wide awake now. He must have heard your voice on the phone. He misses his daddy.” Brigitte confessed as she nuzzled their dog’s head. “And so do I.”

Emmanuel had been missing his little family too. He couldn’t wait for this business trip to be over - if only to be back in bed with his wife, holding her as they slept. Their busy schedules made things difficult and time apart was unavoidable. Sometimes he couldn’t wait for his final term to be over.

“I can’t believe I’m jealous of our dog right now,” Emmanuel admitted.

“He snores just as loudly as you do, so it sounds like you’re beside me.” Brigitte chuckled and yawned again. “Thank goodness you’re not as hairy.”

“I’ll let you sleep, chérie. I’ll call you in the morning.” Emmanuel promised. “I love you.”

“Goodnight, I love you too,” Brigitte replied before ending the call and tossing her phone back on the charger.

As Emmanuel got ready for bed, his private phone beeped. When he saw who the text was from, he immediately unlocked his phone, concerned that something horrible had happened to Brigitte in the middle of the night.

Upon opening the message, his face broke out in the brightest smile.

He read the text out loud: Nemo and I miss you.

He quickly typed back: I’ll be home in 16 hours. I miss you too. Tell Nemo his daddy will see him soon. And I have a gift for him!

His eyes lit up when he saw her typing. So, you’re counting down the hours, I see.

His brain moved faster than his thumbs. Always. Being away from you is torture sometimes.

He waited for her response…. Nothing. 90 seconds had gone by and still no reply. He began to grow anxious until, suddenly, a photo appeared.

He could barely type: Chérie! Are you naked under the sheet?

She had angled the bed sheets and camera just enough to expose a generous amount of skin.

Teasingly, she wrote back: maybe… maybe not. Dream of me tonight and tomorrow you’ll get your answer. 😉

Hello Winter! ❤️

The little twist of the bed partner! Emmanuel jealous of Nemo is peak jealousy hahaha

Now that Brigitte is naked under the sheet, I hope Nemo is no longer there with her… 💀

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️

#fanfic #Winter

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survey--s · 2 years ago

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485.

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: Aside from my husband, no. I’m not the most sociable person lol.

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: Hahah yes, my mum does sometimes. Not really in a nasty way though - my dad is well aware of his faults lol.

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: I only ever use the webcam if I’m talking to my mum on FaceTime.

When was the last time you felt lonely?: I genuinely don’t remember.

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: My cousin, I think.

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: Uhh, probably some kind of ice-cream. Maybe bubblegum flavoured.

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: Yeah, Kendal Calling is in a few months time.

When was the last time you threw a party?: Probably when I was a student. I don’t really go out/socialise anymore.

Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones?: Yeah, but not team sports - he likes stuff like fishing, mountain biking and surfing.

Does your best friend have a job?: Yeah.

Do you ever visit people at work?: Not really nowadays, but I have done in the past.

Is there any electronic device you need to charge right now?: Not immediately but I’ll charge my phone overnight.

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: I lay in bed at night in the dark watching random shit on Instagram all the time lol.

What is one thing you want to do before the school year ends?: I haven’t been in school for well over a decade now.

When you move out your house(or if you already have moved out) do you plan on still visiting your parents house?: I moved out years ago but I do still visit my parents. Not very often though as I work full-time. I’m going to visit them next week though!

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: No, it’s not really a thing here.

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: Nah, my car can’t do that though lol.

What is one thing you hope never changes about you?: My love for animals.

Do most of the songs you listen to have curse words in it?: No.

Is there someone you wanna date? I’m happily married.

Why did you stop liking the last person you liked? Because he turned out to be a compulsive liar.

Are you usually the heart breaker or the heart broken? I don’t really think I fall into either category.

What are you listening to? Two and a Half Men.

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? .

What does your last text say? "I can’t hear you!”

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No.

Last missed call? Michael.

Last person you talked on the phone with? Michael.

What was the first thing you did when you woke up today? Rolled over and went back to sleep.

Do you have a best friend? Michael.

Do you like vitamin water? I mean, it wasn’t awful but I never understood the hype.

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? No.

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I don’t understand why you wouldn’t have sex before marriage, lol.

Do you get along with your parents? Yes.

Are you more independent or dependent? Independent.

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? I think it’s a nice idea but I really don’t think life is that straightforward, unfortunately.

Who was the last person you were mad at? I don’t remember.

What are your plans for tonight? I’ll be going to bed soon - but I’ve messed about on Instagram, watched TV and had dinner, and now I’m doing this while the dog is asleep cuddled up next to me under the blanket.

Does anyone love you? Sure.

Do you love anybody? Sure.

Ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Yeah, I’ve definitely felt like that a few times. I was a very melodramatic teen lol.

What’s the one thing that’s getting you through the week? I finish for Easter break in two days. Actually, less than 48 hours to go now.

Do you miss anyone? No.

Do you give out second chances too easily? No, I don’t think so.

What did you do yesterday? What I always do, scroll through Tumblr, watch TikToks, watch YouTube, read, watched some TV, ate, rested.

Where is one place you want to visit? Japan.

What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast? Waffles with bacon, bananas and maple syrup, plus creme fraiche.

Ever felt that no one relates to you? Hahah sure, back when I was a dramatic teenager.

Why did you break your last promise? I don’t remember what that was, tbh.

What do you think of long-term relationships? I mean, I’m in one. As long as both people are happy I think they’re great.

Do you believe God always saves you from bad situations? God doesn’t exist.

What’s the worst curse word or saying that you know of? I’m not really offended by words.

Do you wish on 11:11? Nope.

Are you pissed off about anything? No.

#survey #surveys

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custardcrazy · 3 years ago

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Next Time, Just Call

pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

warnings: nothing, except for clingy!eddie i guess lmao

summary: your boyfriend climbs up to your window at two in the morning.. to cuddle?

Hawkins was a small town, and thus there wasn’t much in the way of getting a good night’s rest. Besides the occasional car alarm going off, dog barking, or a raccoon having a go at the garbage can near your window. However, tonight, none of those things had happened so far, and it was peaceful. Quiet. A cool summer night.

You were in the middle of a nice, dreamless sleep.

That was, until a sharp rapping came at your window, jolting you awake.

At first, you dismissed it, just rolling over with a muffled grunt of annoyance. Probably was just your mind making up things.

Although, a few moments later, it happened again. And this time, a bit louder. You dug your face further into your pillow, silently willing for whatever was causing the noise to go away so you could fall back asleep. Though, you had to admit, now you were kind of curious; Yet you pushed it down, in favor of reason.

But, finally, the fourth time it occurred, and even louder this time -- you tabled your biological need to sleep, and reluctantly rolled out of bed with a small groan. Okay, maybe you’d humor whatever was pecking at your window. Give it a little attention, before promptly removing it.

Checking the clock sitting on your bedside drawer, it was two in the morning.

Walking over to the window, you opened the curtains with certain violence, only to reveal -

a veery familiar face, grinning at you.

“Eddie?!”

You had promptly forgotten that there was a layer of glass seperating you two, but even though he couldn’t hear your tone, it looked like he picked up on it. Taking into the account that his grin was replaced by a more sheepish look. He gestured upwards, as if asking for you to open the window.

Which you did. With a little effort, you unlocked it, pulling it open with the usual small squeak. He hauled himself into your room, almost unceremoniously toppling onto your carpet before managing to catch himself, somehow.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, maybe sounding a bit more irritable than you’d like to as he brushed what looked to be dried leaves off of his pants. He looked a bit rumpled, but adorably so. Did he climb up the drainage pipe?

“Wow, not even a hello?” Standing up straighter, he shut your window with a small thud. “And what d’ya mean, ‘what am I doing here?’ I can’t visit my better half?” The grin was back, and your annoyance quickly began to vanish. But you weren’t done interrogating him just yet.

“Yeah, lovely to see you, but it’s... like, two in the morning. Couldn’t you have just.. went through the front door-?” You gave into the urge to laugh as he began pressing soft kisses to your face, gently guiding you backwards to your bed. “Hey, don’t dodge the question--!”

Though you let him have his way, you were still persistent, even as he essentially deposited you onto the covers, and threw his denim jacket on top of your dresser. His shoes came off as well, but thankfully he took care as to not get dirt on your furniture. “Um, hello? Do you want something?” You repeated, before he approached the bed.

Eddie ignored you yet again, as he basically fell into your arms.

“Hold me,” he declared dramatically.

There was a beat of silence, before you obliged, and he nestled up against your chest. Though it was kind of an awkward point of view, you could see that he was smiling. His arms came to rest around your waist area, and through the somewhat thin material of the old T-shirt you were wearing, his hands were warm.

Even in the darkness, you could feel your face heat up just a little.

“Did you come to my window.. this early.. Just to cuddle?” You murmured, and he hummed an affirmative in response, slightly muffled from his position. It didn’t seem like he was in a big talking mood just now. “You know, you could have just called.”

Eddie moved a little, the sheets rustling as he kissed your neck, causing you to giggle again. “ ‘S boring,” he said, before moving his lips to your jawline. It was slow, unhurried, and as he drew away for a moment, you tilted your face down as to give him better access.

“Boring, and yet more practical,” you answered with a smile, as he leaned up to capture your mouth in his this time. Again, it was at a relaxed pace, and you both were content with it - for now.

When you parted, he gave you a look. “Practicality never did anybody any favors,” was all he said, before moving to kiss you again. You gladly responded in kind, and his hands drifted from your waist to your face.

Next time, you’d leave the window unlocked.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #fluff #stranger things

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filwld · 4 years ago

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Love like ours is forever.

Summary: basically you can’t sleep and watch tiktok, soon Alcina wakes up and cuddles you and fluff fluff, sexy sexy. Idk I suck at these

Warnings: slight nsfw, fluff, kissing, cussing?

Also, this is not the NSFW one shot I’m still working on that one, but until then have this. (FYI. Fuck canon.)

Laying in bed with Alcina usually puts you right to sleep, no issue at all because being wrapped up in her arms felt so nice and her breathing would lure you right to sleep.

But in her sleep this particular night she rolled onto her side back facing you, you know it wasn’t her fault. She was sleeping! Her body must’ve wanted to move.

You stare at your wife’s back sadly, missing the way her arms would wrap around you and her giant body basically curl around you as if to protect you.

Sighing you close your eyes trying to fall asleep again but failing miserably. Your wide awake! As if it wasn’t 2 in the morning! Groaning you grab your phone from your nightstand and get blinded from it before quickly turning the brightness down and going on tiktok.

You never really used your phone around Alcina since she 1. Didn’t understand them, 2. Loathed modern technology.

Only thing that semi represents modern technology is the phone that Mother Miranda calls her on, or random business calls.

Which. She loathe, so you decided to just hide your iPhone from your wife. Not in a way that would seem suspicious just in a way to respect her.

You turned the volume down to the point only you could hear it and scooted to the other side of the bed. Far away from your wife to not disrupt her sleep,

Scrolling through you try not to laugh at some, and try not to cringe at others. Some time goes by and you don’t notice that Alcina had turned back over in her sleep and tried to grab onto you, but she quickly woke up when she didn’t feel you.

Opening her eyes , she lays there for a moment letting them adjust to such a bright light.

Once her eyes adjusted Alcina saw you at the other side of the bed snickering, And hold.. a phone? This usually would’ve irked her but she just wanted her wife back in her arms , semi annoyed that her body turned over on its own. Knowing that’s probably the reason why your over there and not over here with her.

She slowly inches closer to you and looks over your shoulder, you haven’t noticed her yet but that wasn’t what she was focused on. When she looked over her shoulder she saw you were watching.. videos? But she couldn’t help but smile when she saw what exactly you were watching. She always knew you loved animals but when she saw the way you smiled at the cat/dog videos she knew she might just have to get you one.

You giggle quietly as a cat jumped once an owner threw cheese on its head, and almost laugh loudly when it started to attack its owner.

Alcina smiled down at you, you still have yet to notice her but she didn’t mind. These were the moments where she could just look at you , so unguarded, so soft. She couldn’t help but lean down and kiss your cheek.

You jump immediately screaming while throwing your phone at the wall and quickly turning around to see your smirking wife staring at you fondly.

“You act just like the cats in those videos draga mea” Alcina said with that smirk still on her lips.

You can still feel the way your heart is pounding and Alcina notices before quickly pulling you into her arms.

Alcina soothes you by running her fingers through your hair and pulling you into her chest chuckling, she says

“Im terribly sorry draga mea, I didn’t mean to give you such a fright.”

You take deep breaths and soon pull away from the embrace staring at her.

“You made me break my phone.” You stated in a matter of fact.

Alcina scoffed replying “ugh as if those dreadful things matter, Why didn’t you just wake me up Iubirea mea?”

You roll your eyes and she glared at you grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing you to look right at you.

She snarled at you “do not EVER. Roll your eyes at me brat, Do you need a punishment?”

Eyes widening you quickly shake your head no. Last time she punished you she used the riding crop and spanked you 30 times.

30. Fucking. Times. She didn’t stop until you cried , but yet you never said the safe word loving the way roughness she provided.

She always took care of you after but, right now you just wanted her love. You whined and push your head out of her hands and into her neck nuzzling like a cat almost.

She hums in approval at your submission, petting your hair.

“Goodgirl, you should always behave an submit to mommy. I’ll take care of you now.. why don’t you just snuggle into me and fall asleep.” Alcina says, running her fingers through your hair. Kissing the top of your head, you whine “I want to talk to you,” you respond.

She hums again, before speaking. “whatever about dear?”

You shrug “I don’t know, maybe how much I love you?” You tell Alcina , she chuckles holding you a bit tighter. Making you feel even smaller, which you loved.

After a couple minutes you speak up again.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love the size difference between us?” You ask

She moves back a little bit to see your face, she smiles. Moving a strand of hair out of your face

“I don’t believe you have dearest.” She responded.

You get closer to her face and kiss her , she quickly takes over groaning when you bite her bottom lip. You pull away even though she tries to pull you back. Smiling

“I like that you have complete power over me, the way you curl yourself around my body to protect me is out right adorable. I love everything about it, and I definitely wouldn’t have you any other way, you mean so much to me I feel like I don’t say it enough but darling you are the moon to my sun, the stars to my sky.” You watch as Alcina eyes widen, before softening staring at you with such love and fondness it makes your heart skip a beat, she hears this and moves to where you are nose to nose. Staring deeply into your eyes

“Darling if you had asked me to pick out every star in the sky I would do it for you. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, there’s nothing in this world that can compare to the love I have for you. You cannot hear my heart like I can hear yours, but even dead you make mine sing just as beautifully as yours” Alcina said all of this while staring into your eyes rubbing your sides eyes tearing up you cry out as you wrap your arms around her neck to pull her closer.

It wasn’t uncommon for you two to have moments like these especially after sex, but for some reason this felt so.. pure, so soft.

“If god is real.. I thank him so much for giving me you.” You let out while crying, she holds you tightly not enough to hurt you.

She rolls you onto your back laying on top of you , careful with her weight to not hurt you.

“There is no god here darling, only me. And only you, now let me show you just how much I love you..” Alcina says before going to your neck and kissing it, she grabs your hand and pins it above your head entwining your hands.

And that night you made love over and over until the break of dawn.

#alcina dimitrescu #gxg #hot vampire lady #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil #dimitrescu #house of dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu x oc #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader

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dangercocktail · 4 years ago

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Late Night Television

Tossing and turning for the better part of the night, Isaac glanced at his phone with the dryness of an insomniac’s eyes. Somewhere after 3 am and he was failing miserably to fall asleep. Sighing in annoyance mostly at himself for not taking edibles or something stronger before bed, he roused himself and threw a pair of basketball shorts over his underwear. Isaac wandered out of his bedroom to the rest of the house.

Stopping briefly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, Isaac scratched his relatively flat stomach as he made his way to the couch, scrolling through images on his phone. Flipping on the TV, he began highlighting his favorite streaming service when the screen distorted and the input changed. The television had switched to basic cable channels.

“These still exist?” Isaac thought as he took a sip of water. The flashing lights of the television illuminated the room in brightness that almost hurt Isaac’s eyes. On screen, a workout video demonstration was in progress as an extremely fit man insisted viewers call as soon as possible to order the program.

“No thanks,” Isaac said out loud, pressing the input button on his remote. The flashing lights disappeared and the cool black of streaming channel icons returned. Guiding the remote’s button through them, he began to select one when the screen distorted again. The fitness instructor was back and the volume on his TV began climbing up on its own.

“You there at home!” the man bellowed. “You’re thinking to yourself, how did I get like this?”

Isaac looked at the remote in growing frustration and muttered, “No, I’m thinking what the fuck is wrong with my TV?”

“Well I’ll tell you, it’s because you’re always on that couch,” the television fitness instructor said. “Lazy, feet up, never going for the goals you know you should be!”

As the man said ‘feet up’, the recliner in Isaac’s couch sprang open, leaning Isaac back into the couch and suspending his feet in the air with such speed that it made him audibly gasp.

“The fuck?” Isaac uttered, slightly unnerved. He chalked most of the weirdness he was feeling to being exhausted. As he started to lean forward to push the leg rest down, he heard the man on screen continue.

“And that’s why you’re soft, you’re practically glued to that couch. You lack the discipline that my program can provide. Sure, sure, it started with a few pounds, some extra cookies here, another slice of pizza there, and you started getting soft in the stomach,”’ the man said as other fitness models behind him began doing pushups. Isaac stopped attempting to close the foot rest and immediately leaned back into the couch. It physically felt impossible to not do so. As he sank into the cushions under protest, his stomach began slowly swelling, starting with his lower belly pushing out then wrapping around his belly button like a doughnut. In the span of about ten seconds, he had gained fifteen pounds of belly fat.

“What the hell?!” Isaac panicked, grabbing at the small ball of fat in his lap. The man on the screen continued.

“But it didn’t stop there, did it? Bad habits breed more bad habits, they’re like rabbits that way,” the man said, his onscreen fitness models moving into sit ups. “Those extra cookies and slices of pizza turn into daily routines; you found yourself seeking out the worst kinds of food that turned that initial fifteen pounds into fifty.”

While Isaac still marveled in shock at the small belly doughnut of fat in his hands, it began swelling through his fingers. The doughnut blossomed and spread around his sides as it moved like a bag filling with pudding. Love handles wobbled into existence and began inflating as the fat moved up his ribcage laying a foundation of frosting-like fat across his torso. It reached his chest where his nipples, tingling with the movement, widened slightly and became puffy. His chest itself developed a slight pudgy layer but then the growth stopped.

“How is this happening…” Isaac murmured in mounting disbelief, looking down at his larger body. His legs and arms were slightly thicker and his belly now rested like an overinflated basketball in his lap. He grabbed his belly and shook it, the jiggle and wobble of it shaking his love handles and sending slight vibrations through his chest. He tried scooting forward with force to escape the couch but couldn’t get the momentum, his tubby belly making it harder than before to lean forward.

“And ladies and gentlemen, I know it didn’t stop there for you. It’s all too common. Once you’ve gotten a little weight on, you feel like the game is over. That you’ve lost. And that’s when you really binge, because why not? That’s when you become one of those sad people at the buffet, plate after plate after plate, because you’ve given up completely…”

“No…” Isaac uttered as he heard his stomach gurgle again. With a strain and then tear, he felt his ass inflate rapidly, ripping through his underwear and then his oversized basketball shorts. Isaac felt his body rise on the couch several inches as his butt grew, expanding beyond the expanse of the one cushion he was on and starting to lap onto either side, one cheek wedging up against the armrest. As he felt the growth of his behind begin to slow, the mammoth momentum picked up in other areas.

Isaac’s belly began inflating again, his lower belly stretching and swelling as it began overlapping his crotch, deepening his belly button as it rounded further from Isaac’s view. As his midsection grew to the size of a bean bag chair, Isaac’s chest also began inflating, his nipples puffing up further and widening in a circular motion as his chest jiggled into their own bags of teardrop shaped pudding, rising in the air atop his belly and wrapping around under his armpits. Isaac frantically grabbed at all parts of his body in some vain attempt to hold the fat back but everything was growing unrestrained. As he grabbed and prodded, his own fingers swelled up, the knuckles and individual portions of his fingers disappearing into swollen hot dog like appendages. With a final glance before his belly swelled too big, he saw his feet begin taking on a bee stung appearance as they filled with fat as well.

As all the rest of his body settled into its now obese proportions, Isaac felt a heaviness enter his neck.

“No no no…” he exclaimed, putting two fat hands on either side of his face. Isaac’s cheeks inflated with fat, merging with a roll that had already started on his neck. As he moved his hands all over his face, he could feel his jawline slowly disappearing as it officially merged with his still rounding neck roll.

The man on the TV continued.

“Now I don’t want to alarm anyone right now. But I seriously believe that if you don’t call this number right now and start this program, there’s no telling what your future may hold. You might end up one of these people so lazy and big they can’t get off their couch, a huge caricature of the potential they once had, a literal ball of fat,” the man said as Isaac looked on in horror. The man seemed to be staring directly at him through the TV screen.

Isaac scrambled to grab his cell phone and call the number. Casting about wildly with his eyes for his phone, he saw the edge of it wedged between his thigh and belly, almost completely obscured. With a heavy huff and a push of effort, Isaac leaned forward to grab it.

His hand fell over a foot short. Issac couldn’t reach the edge of his now massive belly nor touch his own belly button, much less the phone resting on his thigh. And that was when what the man had said fully sunk in. With another gurgling in his stomach, Isaac’s eyes went wide as his body began expanding again, the couch creaking under his massive form as he felt himself expanding in all directions, the fat of his neck melding into his shoulders as he began to grow into a human sphere. His thoughts turned quickly though, as his brain underwent its own change as his body inflated. The horror of his bodily change slowly drained from his mind as a new thought began to take over...‘I’m hungry.”

“So act fast folks, this offer won’t last….”.

With that final statement, the TV clicked off.

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nanamisflowerfield · 4 years ago

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Hypmic request please!

Jyuto, Samatoki and Ichiro's reaction to coming back home just to hear their S/O sleeping on their bed while wearing their clothes and covers theirself with their belongings that have their scent because they miss them so bad (kinda like making a nest with their belongings) and cuz they're on their odd mood swings during their period

Ahh! My first hypmic request! Thank you so much for requesting it!! I hope that you like it and have a great day, my dear anon!!~

(I’m sorry! I can’t remember if it was a request before or during the event! So I wrote a headcanon now… ;w; )

🎧 You sniffed the oversized jacket you wore, while you snuggled into some blankets and the most comfiest pillows you could find. Your eyes closed slowly, being calm and feeling safe due to the smell of your beloved boyfriend around you until you heard the front door open and close again.

🎧 Hearing your name being called, your eyes opened for a few seconds until they refused once again and kept them closed.

🎧 Ichiro walked through the room to see you on his bed, smelling on his jacket and cuddling with it as if this old thing would be him.

🎧 Chuckling at the sight, Ichiro shook his head, walking to you with a smile set on his lips, while his eyes never left yours.

🎧 “What are you doing there?” Your boyfriend asked you, placing his hand on your cheek as you smiled at his warmth. “I missed you… jerk.” You mumbled sleepily, moving a bit to the side so he could lay himself down next to you. “Cuddle with me.” - “How could I reject such a sweet request.”

🐺 It was a long day for Samatoki. The only thing that he wanted to do is go back to his bed and sleep there for a long time. Sure, he wanted to spend his time with you on your usual dates, but his eyes felt shut every two seconds, signaling him that he needed some sleep.

🐺 “Smoke… It smells like his cigarettes….” You muttered, holding his shirt in your tight grab, raising it to your nose to smell on it like a little puppy would do. “I miss that idiot…” A sigh left you, not noticing the sound of the door opening and the smell of smoke getting more intense.

🐺 Samatoki thought that you would be at your place, doing who knows what, but he was so wrong. “Maybe I should call (y/n) before I take a nap.” I thought to himself, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, while his other hand held his cigarette, typing with one finger on his phone, until he stared at the figure on his bed.

🐺 “I thought that you didn’t like the smell.” He small chuckle escaped his mouth, watching you as you snuggled his pillow tightly to your chest. “Mood swings and all… You know how I am with my horrible problems…” - “Let me guess… You missed me?” He teased you, watching you turning red and trying to hide your face from him. “Shut up.”

🐺 The yakuza walked to his bed, sitting next to him to give you a little pat on your head. “Stop it… I’m not a dog.” - “I know. More like a puppy, smelling on your owners clothes and all.” He smirked teasing you more and more, just to see your adorable reactions.

🚨 He puffed the smoke out of his mouth, glancing on his phone every few seconds to see if you texted him back, but how it seemed, you were busy. For a few days, Jyuto was too busy with his job, having no time for you except on the weekends sometimes.

🚨 “Do you have time tomorrow? Let’s eat lunch together.” He texted you, driving afterwards home to fall asleep on his comfortable bed.

🚨 But this plan has changed, as he threw his cigarette away and entered his bedroom to see you on his bed, wearing oversized clothes or how he preferred to call it - his clothes.

🚨 “Sorry… I couldn’t stop myself… I just missed you.” With teary eyes, you looked up to your now smiling boyfriend.

🚨 “No need to apologize.” He said, laying himself next to you as Jyuto stared into your eyes. His fingertips moved to your cheeks to dry your tears. “I missed you too. Now, try to sleep, or you might get stranger, silly idiot of mine.”

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tirednerd2012 · 3 years ago

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Not What You Think I Am

Will wasn’t the only one in the Byer house with nightmares. Set two nights after Will’s exorcism. So right after season 2, not quite season 3, so if you haven’t seen the new Stranger Things, that’s fine. I just feel like Jonathan has major guilt for “not being there” for Will. I also think he just loves his brother so much and wants what’s best for him. Also there may be more to this later, because I feel like this isn’t exactly a happy ending and Jonathan is going to need some comfort soon.

Jonathan woke up in cold sweats. He couldn’t remember falling asleep but everything of the last week came into mind. Coming home to an empty, trashed house, then found his mother and little brother trapped in a lab and didn’t know if they were alive or not. Then bringing Will back home but having to keep him drugged or unaware of where he was. He looked down at his hands as he remembered having to tie the person he loved most in the world to a chair.

The worst part was at Hopper’s cabin. Restraining Will to get that damn Mind Flayer out of him. Convinced that they were killing him. Jonathan would never be able to forget the sounds of his brother screaming in agony. Had Nancy not been there, Jonathan knew he wouldn’t have been able to help his mom and brother. He wasn’t the person they needed him to be in that moment.

Then again, he hadn’t been the person they needed him to be in a while. He thought he was doing his mom a favor by taking that extra shift that night, but in reality, he helped cause this long-going, seemingly never-ending nightmare his family was in. He wasn’t there when Will needed him and he wasn’t there to protect him from the Demogorgon. Then he left again and Will’s possession took over. He was never there when his brother needed him anymore.

He took a few deep breaths and tried to collect himself. He couldn’t afford a breakdown. Not right now. Then he heard the sound of struggling coming from Will’s room. Without thinking, Jonathan rushes into the room, not that he would be able to do much if there was some other creature from the Upside Down other than take the hit himself. But Will was safe, asleep. But he was thrashing. Another nightmare.

Jonathan took a sigh of relief before relaxing his shoulders and walking over to the bed. He ran his hand through Will’s hair and slowly started the process of waking him up.

“Will, bud, it’s me. You’re alright,” he whispered other assurances as Will stopped thrashing, but as his eyes opened, his lips began to quiver and the moment he looked at his older brother, he threw himself in his arms. “It’s okay.”

“Where are we?”

“Home. Actual home. In your bedroom,” Jonathan answered. He wrapped Will up in a strong hug and held him as Will cried and grounded himself. He continued to whisper the assurances and found himself rocking back and forth until Will soothed. He didn’t let go right away. He kept his head on Jonathan’s shoulder.

“What are you doing up?”

“I was just getting a drink. I thought I heard something so I wanted to check on you,” Jonathan answered. He put a hand on the top of Will’s head and held him there. “Want to talk about it?”

“I was having a dream about you guys getting the Mind Flayer out of me. Only it wasn’t working and-and the Mind Flayer somehow found out where we were and sent those dogs after us and-and I was aware of what was going on but I couldn’t stop it,” Will said and his voice cracked. He put his arms around Jonathan again and, in return, the older brother straightened himself up and guarded over him. “They were attacking you and Mom and Nancy. I could hear you screaming but I couldn’t help. I was still tied up and then you woke me up.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. That night was… horrific. But we’re safe. We all are. And we’re going to get through whatever happens next together.”

“You don’t think it’s over?”

“I want to, but I also can’t risk letting my guard down like this again,” Jonathan answered honestly. “But that’s not for you to worry about. Let me handle that, okay?”

“Thanks, Jonathan,” Will whispered. “Can you stay for a few more minutes?”

“Of course,” Jonathan responded. Will eventually laid back down and Jonathan stayed.

“You’re always there when I need you,” Will said and Jonathan felt a small stab in his heart, but he pushed those feelings back and smiled at the kid he gave his own childhood up for.

“Nothing I wouldn’t do for you, bud, you know that,” he assured him. Will let out another yawn. “Get some rest. You’re home, safe and sound, in your bed. Mom is right across the hall and I’m next door if you need anything.”

“Do you remember when Dad used to live here and you would stay in here or I would say in your room when he got mad?”

“Is this your way of telling me you want me to stay here tonight?” Jonathan chuckled. Will nodded hopefully and he shook his head. “Well then, come on, we’re at least going to my room. We should both fit on my bed.”

They hadn’t shared a bed since Will was 8. When Lonnie left and there was no need for it anymore because Jonathan didn’t have to worry about his dad coming in drunk at night and potentially hurting Will. But if this made Will feel safe in the time he needed it most, so be it. Jonathan just continued to hold Will close and made sure his brother knew he was safe. He couldn’t fully protect him from the things of this other dimension, and deep down, they both knew it, but they both also knew Jonathan would use himself as a shield for Will and their mother if necessary.

“Just get some rest, Will. You’re safe now,” Jonathan repeated. Will fell asleep pretty quickly, but Jonathan stayed up for a little while longer, listening to the creaks and adjustments of this house.

Will was convinced his brother was always there for him when he needed him. It was almost like he didn’t register that if Jonathan had been there that night, none of this would have ever happened. They could be oblivious to this new dimension and the threats of it. They could live normal lives. But Jonathan hadn’t been there.

And he would never fully forgive himself for it.

#stranger things #will #jonathan #will byers #jonathan byers #byers brothers #season 2

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sarcasticallybee · 4 years ago

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Embry Call x Reader

Be more

Huffing you yanked the tarp back over the old truck. You'd been working on it for over 4 months now with your cousin, Jacob Black. Of course that was Pre-Bella. At least that's what you called it. From before.

Now you're working on it by yourself. Or trying to. You couldn't understand it without your other half. It was like doing calculus without math. It didn't work.

Looking out to the sky you huffed again. It looked like rain. And soon. Walking back towards the house you walked into the red building, shrugging your jacket off.

"Hey Billy, you need anything while I'm up?" You called hanging the clothing up on the coat hanger.

"Nope. Jake isn't in here before you ask." He said rolling into the kitchen.

"I'd assumed that much already, Billy." You said before you heard a car door slam.

Peeking out the window you saw Bella storming towards the back. It had already begun to pour. Your eyes widened as you grabbed your jacket back up again.

"I'll be back." You promised closing the door behind you.

Running after Bella you slowed down when you saw her pleading with Jacob about something. You couldn't make out what she was saying. You could see the strain on Jacob's face and it only got stronger when he saw you jogging up behind Bella.

"Jake? Bella? Is everything okay?" You asked tucking your hands under your arms.

"Y/n go home." Jacob ordered, his voice cold.

"Yeah y/n. Go home. I need to talk to Jacob. Alone." Bella snapped never taking her eyes off of him.

"That's not an answer." You met his gaze and felt yourself falter.

"Just leave. This isn't about you." Bella muttered.

You were glad for the rain. It kept your tears from showing.

"Jake?" You asked but he just shook his head.

"Go home. Both of you." He growled walking away again.

Bella yelled after him but you just took a shaky breath in and turned around. You expected to just walk back into the house but Bella grabbed you by the shoulder whipping you to face her.

"What happened to him!" She yelled at you but you shook your head.

"I don't know Bella. I thought you happened." You snapped shrugging her off.

"I think it's best if you go home." You murmured pulling your hood up.

"Fine. Thanks for the help!" She hissed pushing you on her way to her truck.

Your lip trembled as she drove away and your eyes watered when you turned to see Jacob walking away, too.

You were alone. Your best friend had walked away from you. Screaming in frustration you stormed back to the house. To the driveway where your car sat. Billy opened the door, rolling out.

"Y/n where are you-" he stopped. "Are you okay?" His voice took a tone of concern but you just kept walking. You were pissed off and didn't want to take it out on him. You pulled your keys out unlocking the vehicle.

"Y/n! I don't think you should be driving." He called loudly but you ignored him.

Pulling open the driver's side door you slid in, slamming the door closed. Pushing the key into the ignition you started the car. Or tried to. It wouldn't turn over. Punching the steering wheel you screamed. Hitting the horn you screamed over it, again and again. You were so angry. So hurt.

You only stopped when your throat was too sore to scream anymore. Breathing heavily you heard a knock on your window.

"Go away." You sobbed, the emotions catching up.

"Sorry. Can't do that." A muffled voice said through the foggy glass.

Lifting your head up you saw Billy sitting there in his wheelchair. You felt terrible that he rolled out into the rain like this.

"Billy..." You started but just pulled the keys out of the ignition and waved at him to roll out of the way.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked after you stepped out of the car.

"I don't know. I'm sorry about," you gestured wildly, "this. I should've just come inside." You groaned.

He shook his head dismissing your apology.

"You're fine, kid. Let's just get inside." He said as he went to roll back to the porch but you smacked his hands away from the wheels.

"I got you." You scolded as you began to push him back to the house.

"Snippy." He laughed but didn't wave you off.

You nodded as you reached forward to open the door.

"You mind if I crash in Jakes room?" You asked after setting the man up on the couch and washing off the wheels of his chair.

"Not at all. You need to rest after crying like that. Take a bottle of water with you. You'll need it." He recommended nodding to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Uncle Billy." You sighed kissing his forehead.

Grabbing the water you walked into the bedroom. It was small but comfortable. Setting the bottle down you flopped into the bed after kicking your shoes off. Curling up you hugged a pillow to your chest sniffling softly. Your eyes were heavy as you breathed out softly. Closing them you fell asleep quickly.

You roused to the sound of shuffling outside the bedroom. Some things clanked around and there were soft whispers outside.

"Jacob what the hell happened?" Billy whispered harshly.

"Nothing dad butt out!" Jacob snapped back.

"I'm not going to butt out! Something happened." Billy replied his voice calm.

"Nothing happened!" Jacob exclaimed loudly.

"Guys-" a new voice began and you began to wake up more.

"Stay out of it Embry!" Jacob snarled.

"Dude he's just trying to help." Another voice.

Groaning a little you yawned as you opened your eyes. Pulling the blanket off and shoving the pillow away you slid off of the mattress. The floor was cold as you shuffled around looking for a dry, new shirt. Digging around the bedroom you found a long sleeved black shirt.

Tugging your slept-in shirt off, you threw it on the bed before pulling your cousins shirt over your head. Scouring the room you found his old hair brush. From before he cut his hair. Sighing you grabbed it tugging it through.

You could still hear the males arguing as you slid out of the room.

"It's not my fault Bella came here!" Jacob was growling.

"No but how you handled it was terrible. She did something to make y/n act like that." Billy persisted.

Walking in you knocked on the wall next to you. Four heads turned to face you and you waved shyly.

"Hey. Sorry to interrupt but I'm starving. Could we talk like civil people while I make pancakes or something?" You whispered tucking your hair behind your ear, not able to look any of them in the eye.

"You look crappy." Jacob snickered and you glared up at him.

Then you smiled, walked over to him, and punched in the chest.

Crack!

"Holy shit! Ow." You whined inspecting your red knuckles.

"I didn't even hit you that hard." You pouted, shaking your hand as if to shake the pain off.

"Jesus. You weren't supposed to hit me!" Jacob groaned walking closer to check your hand himself.

"Yeah well you deserved it. You've been a jerk." You affirmed.

"Right. Well Embry, Quil, this is my cousin, y/n. Y/n these two idiots are my friends, Embry and Quil." Jacob introduced.

Glancing up you noticed how much bigger they seemed up close.

"Hi." You greeted putting your hand out.

Quil held out a hand and shook it with yours and you were shocked by just how hot it was. When Embry didn't respond you looked up at him only for him to fall to his knee.

"Oh my god are you okay!?" You fretted getting on your knees in front of him.

He didn't answer, instead he focused on his breathing. He didn't expect this to happen. Not so soon. Not ever really.

"Embry? Right? Are you alright?" You said softer this time putting your hands on his face.

You looked his face over before moving your hands to examine the rest of him. Your fingers grazed his skin lightly as you tried to find any reason for him to fall like he did.

"Embry?" Jacob growled behind you.

Finally looking up Embry met his gaze. His eyes were wide.

"Are you okay?" You asked again turning his face to yours.

"I'm... I'm great." He laughed huskily.

"Okay...?" You sounded unsure but stood up, brushing your jeans off.

Holding your hand out you offered it to him, and raised your brows when he actually took it.

"Wow." He breathed when he was standing beside you.

"What?" You asked looking at him but then noticed Jacob and Quil and Billy.

"Guys?" You tried again and Jacob snapped.

"My cousin!? Are you serious! My sister was bad enough but my cousin!" He groaned throwing his hands up.

Quil had wide eyes and Billy looked like he was either going to shoot Embry or hug him. You couldn't tell.

"Care to elaborate?" You glanced at the boy next to you.

"Depends on if I live that long!" He yelped when Jacob jumped at him.

"OH MY GOD NOT IN THE HOUSE!" You shrieked throwing your hands up.

"Not in the house damn it!" You growled again grabbing Jacob by the ear and Embry by the hair.

"Come on!" You huffed.

"Quil! Get the damn door." You demanded. The boy did so with no complaint.

When the door was opened you threw both boys out into the yard.

"You want to rough house? Fine! Just not in the house!" You exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jacob hollered at Embry pushing him.

"Wait! We both know I can't -OW- control it!" Embry yelped again.

"Wait! Jacob!" You screamed and then FWOOSH! big dog. Very. Big. Dog.

"Holy shit." You whispered before jumping into the yard and running towards Embry who was still on the ground.

"Stay back!" He yelled at you his eyes wild.

"But he-" you started but stopped when Embry began to strip.

Looking away you heard bones shifting, and when you looked back, another wolf stood where Embry once did. You went to walk towards him but the reddish one, the one who you now assumed was Jacob, stood in front you.

"Jacob." You gritted out.

The wolf refused to budge.

"Damn it. Stop being such a bitch." You snapped smacking him.

"You don't get to be all cousinly now. You left." You shoved him again.

"I don't care how big your teeth are or how big you are. I will snap your legs, then your arms, then I will break every rib, and finally I will move on to your fingers and toes. Don't test me." You growled yanking on his fluffy ear.

Then you shoved him away and tried walking to the Embry wolf again. However Jacob still refused to move.

"Y'know what that's it." You snapped.

Dropping to your knees you crawled under him and sprinted to the grey wolf. You didn't expect Jacob to be snipping at your heels when you did this though. You swore you could hear him curse at you.

Another thing you didn't expect was for Embry to run past you and meet Jacob half way. They nipped and bit at each other.

"Guys stop!" You screamed trying to get in between only to be grabbed from behind.

You yelped as the warm arm grabbed you. Glancing down you noticed that whoever grabbed you was well toned and tan.

"You can't get in between them, y/n." The voice spoke and you felt tears well into your eyes.

"But they-" you cried.

You tried to push the hands off but they held fast.

"Stop them, Quil!" You yelled at the boy who still stood on the porch. He glanced behind you and shook his head.

"God damn it! Stop!" Your voice cracked as you shrieked.

Both wolves stopped mid fight scrambling to right themselves. Jacob snuffed and Embry bit him in the rear leg.

"Stop it." You sobbed as you collapsed in the arms of whoever held you. "Just stop fighting."

Both wolves glanced at each other before the grey one stepped forward. His muzzle was soft as he licked your tears away. Sniffling you wrapped your arms around his big head and sobbed into his fur.

Whoever held you let you go, stepping back. The wolf stayed waiting for you to let go of him patiently. The red one harrumphed before slinking into the woods, probably to change.

When your crying slowed you gingerly let go of Embry.

"I'm so sorry for crying on you, on your fur, oh I'm so gross. Talk about first impressions." You choked on more tears as they started again but the wolf head butted you softly.

"I know. I know. Just, go change back." You smiled softly.

The wolf didn't seem convinced but listened. Jake walked over to you to offer you a hand up, but you smacked him away.

"Leave me alone you jerk." You pouted.

He gave you a look, clearly torn.

"Y/n," he started and you glared at him.

"What? You think you have the right to be all protective? You left me in the rain with, Bella. You left me to deal with her." You spit.

He went to reply but Embry came sprinting out of the woods towards you. He slowed down when he saw Jacob though.

"Jake?" He asked, a silent question.

"No harm, no foul." Jacob smirked at him and you punched him in the leg.

"Ow!" He yelped glaring at you.

"Go away." You huffed.

"No." He glowered.

"Fine." You glanced at him before looking at Embry.

"Again so sorry for crying on you." You apologized.

The boy smiled at you before walking over to you, offering his hand. Taking it, you smiled up at him as he pulled you up.

"You know your first impression was better than mine. I fell to your feet like the dog I am." He chuckled and you snorted.

"I guess you're right." You laughed.

"So you going to tell me what that was all about?" You asked.

He suddenly got sheepish again.

"Can I talk to you alone about that? Preferably."

Glancing around you saw Billy going inside with Quil and a few other boys. Minus Jacob.

"Yeah. I'm not fond of Jake here listening in anyway." You grinned at Jacob before grabbing Embry's hand and pulling him into the woods after you.

"Okay. Go ahead." You nodded at him to explain.

"Well y'know how we just like wolfed out in front of you?" He asked and you nodded at him.

"Well uh that's part of this thing that happens to some of us. And uhm when we y'know shift we get this partner. A for life kind of thing. It's like- I guess most people would say it's like a soulmate. Of course nothing romantic has to come from it!" He panicked blushing.

"It could be friends or best friends or just basically whatever that person wants. We call it imprinting." He explained still flushing.

You nodded and then pointed at yourself.

"Are you saying I'm like your imprintee? You giggled.

He nodded shyly.

"Yeah. You are. Of course it doesn't have to be romantic or anything. Like at all. I'll be whatever you want!" He gazed into your eyes intently and you smiled.

"Okay. Whatever I want huh? So I could have a big fluffy dog then?" Your eyes glimmered and he laughed loudly.

"I mean yeah I guess so." He smiled softly.

"Alright Embry. Let's say I want you to be more than a friend. More than a best friend, too. What if I wanted you all to myself?" You tilted your head at him.

He smiled. "Then I'm all yours."

"Okay then Embry. Let's be more." You smiled pulling him to you and hugging him.

You could hear him chuckle as he held you to his chest.

"You're like really hot." You murmured as he stroked your hair.

"Thanks. I thought so too." Gasping you backed up and swatted his bare chest.

"I meant like physically? Not appearance wise! Wait no! You're really attractive. Oh my god!" You rambled tucking your heating face into your hands.

"Wow. You okay?" He asked brushing your hair back.

"Just give me a minute." You sighed before looking at him.

His eyes twinkled kindly. His hair fell into his eyes softly and his lips were pink. Flushing you lifted your hands to his face and pulled him down.

You met his lips softly at first. Barely touching. He seemed unsure and didn't want to force anything. Slowly you kissed him again this time longer. He tasted like blueberry muffins. You smiled at that.

Then you felt it. Like clay you molded to him. It felt like everything clicked into place. This whole time you'd been waiting for him. He was your other half.

Kissing him again, this time passionately, heatedly, you poured everything into it.

He stepped back in surprise before kissing you back, similarly. You could feel the feelings seep into your lips.

Smiling you backed away.

"Wow." You whispered.

He nodded slightly winded.

"You're a great kisser." You sighed looking at him through your lashes.

"I think that was all you. I'm sure my heart is trying to beat out of my chest." He laughed his hand against his left side.

"Fair enough." You smiled at him reaching for his hand.

"Okay so, are we going to do this?" You asked pulling his hand up to cup your face.

"Yeah. If you want to of course." He murmured stepping closer his other hand going to your waist.

"I do. I really do." You laughed pecking his lips again.

"Then let's be more." He murmured against your lips.

#embry call #embry call x reader #embry x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #twilight wolves #twilight wolves x reader

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potter-imagines · 4 years ago

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Getting Drunk With Fred Weasley

Prompt: getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning: drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: n/a

Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room

Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend

Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school

Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer

On these night in particular,

Fred does not let you out of his sight

At all

Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing

Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”

Loves it when you cheer him on

Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again

Your distraction is heightened in this state

So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes

Which had come in handy many a times

Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy

“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”

And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps

(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))

Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow

So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning

During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it

When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble

The man throws back liquor like its water

Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t

He is a touchy drunk

Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch

Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends

Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near

He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins

Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking

He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,

Most of the times,

He’s the one pouring the shots for you

And mixing the drinks

But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink

He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you've had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end

Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice

It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste

In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you

And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard

Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed

He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair

After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry

Stays the night without question when you ask

Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t

Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to

He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest

His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion

Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first

Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment

One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos

The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap

Then he was back up an going again

Like a toddler on a sugar high

He’s such a giggly drunk

Kisses to the tip of your nose

Always smiling over at you and complimenting you

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”

The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking

There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs

George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you

And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him

If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter

He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye

Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard

“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’...not ‘froged’?”

But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation

He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber

Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way

Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you

And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night

If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse

He’ll agree to almost anything

If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him

The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses

Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first

You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony

By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position

Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps

Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident

Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited

On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire

You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone

It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes

And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber

Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well

Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him

His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum

He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason

Especially when you win

Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball

Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot

It’s more than enticing for him

Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it

When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug

As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers,

“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”

Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support

It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans

Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match

You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it

He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately

You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won

“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”

His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise

He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm

Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night

Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together

Whispers dirty secrets into your ear

Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes

He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated

“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”

To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement

It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen

Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys

He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys

However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking

In a sweet way tho

Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk

If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance

When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with

If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table

He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one

Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you

And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes

It brings him comfort when you’re by his side

Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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No Goodbye

Part 2 Part 3

Plot: Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart

Warnings: you will cry, angst, this is very very sad, sweet Bucky

Word Count: 4295

A/N: decided to branch out and do a non-smut angsty fic - it’s my first one please be nice 💕

“Bucky?” Y/N’s voice whispered worriedly as she watched the small team walk back through the compound with their heads hung low. The long haired super soldier looked over at her with saddened eyes, his heart sinking when he saw the hopefully look on her face.

Y/N’s hearted thudded against her chest, her bottom lip quivering as she watched the team look at her sympathetically. “Bucky, where’s Steve?” Worst case scenarios fled through her mind as she noticed the heartbreak in Bucky’s eyes, she’d never seen her boyfriend’s best friend look so sad.

Bucky’s eyes closed for a moment too long, the raw emotion in her voice breaking his heart. He felt tears begin welling up in his eyes, knowing he had to be the one to break the news. He let out a deep sigh, trying to steady his breathing and keep his sadness at bay as he braved a glance over at Y/N.

“Steve’s gone, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, hearing a whimper of pain leave the girl’s lips as she broke down in front of him. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, loud sobs filling the room as Bucky flinched in weakness, he couldn’t stand to see her like this. “He’s not coming back, Doll.” He was still trying to process the fact himself, saying it out loud only made it that much more real.

“No,” She shook her head in denial, tears streaming down her face as Bucky let his head fall back to conceal his tears. He started walking towards her, only knowing too well how hard it was to lose Steve. “No, Bucky, he promised.”

“I know,” Bucky blew out shakily as he tugged her almost lifeless body towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she sobbed against his chest. He sighed solemnly when he felt her hands clinging to the material of his t-shirt, her tears soaking through the thin material and onto his chest. “I know, Doll.”

Bucky knew more than anyone how it felt to have a promise broken by Steve. Bucky had just had to say goodbye to his childhood best friend, but Y/N had just lost the love of her life.

She’d fallen for Steve the first day she met him. He was like a prince in a world full of frogs. She didn’t know if it was a forties thing, or a Steve thing, but he was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Steve loved Y/N just as much, she was his little piece of light in a cruel world. She reminded him of what was important and made him feel like part of him was still normal.

Shhh.” Bucky soothed her quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he rested his chin against the top of her head. Her head began to spin, trying to process what was happening as she cried helplessly against Bucky’s chest. “It’s gunna be okay.” Bucky breathed out shakily, repeating the words that Steve had said to him before he left, hoping it would somehow calm her down. Although right now, he didn’t even believe those words himself.

———

It had been a few weeks, but the days seemed to all blur into one for Y/N. She didn’t leave her room unless it was to run errands, but even then, she avoided everyone. She felt so out of place, like everywhere she was, it was wrong. It didn’t matter if she was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, reading a book in the living room, taking a shower in the bathroom or trying to have a nap on her bed. It all seemed so wrong, like she shouldn’t be doing anything without Steve.

“I don't know who I am anymore, Buck.” She sighed numbly, her mind spaced out in mourning, her eyes damp with tears just as they had been every day before. Bucky was the only person she’d spoken to, and that was only because she knew he needed someone to talk to. Maybe he liked talking to her because she reminded him of Steve.

Bucky’s heart ached as he watched her face, so straight and emotionless. She was so broken, he heard her crying when no one else was around, especially at night. It was as if she was so tired of being in pain that her face was no longer able to show expression.

“I think if anyone can relate to not knowing who they are, Y/N. It’s me.” He pursed his lips together in a sympathetic smile, leaning his hands against the edge of the mattress from where he sat on her bed. He watched her carelessly fold the clean washing, trying to harden the pain inside her heart.

“Yeah and who helped you through that, Buck?” She hissed out sadly, angry at herself for still being so helpless and lost after weeks. She hadn’t said Steve’s name since the day she’d found out he’d gone. Bucky had noticed it, but he wasn’t sure if anyone else had.

Bucky sighed as he tilted his head absentmindedly, he hated Steve for leaving him, but he hated him more for leaving her. A frown crinkled on her forehead as she concentrated on stopping her tears from escaping her eyes, letting out a quiet sniffle as she kept her eyes focused on the washing in front of her.

“God, I just feel so alone.” She sighed in frustration, throwing the pair of shorts she was folding down on the bed. Her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around herself, a tear trickling down her cheek as she sniffed again.

“You’re not alone, Doll.” Bucky whispered sadly, trying to be supportive as his eyes softened and he carefully reached his flesh arm out to hold her hand.

“But I am, Buck.” She pulled away from his hand as soon as she felt it, the action so sudden it made Bucky jump as she took a step away from him. “You’ve got Sam and Sharon.” She gritted her teeth at the mention of the girl that Steve had once kissed, her hands balling up into fists out of frustration. “Pepper’s got Morgan, Clint has his family, Peter’s got May, Fury’s got Maria, T’Challa’s got Shuri. But who do I got?” Her lips trembled as she pressed them together in a hard pout, looking down at the space in front of her. “He was everything I had and now he’s gone.”

Bucky listened silently to her rant, hanging his head as his heart broke at the shakiness of her angry voice. He fiddled with his hands, he knew nothing he could say would make her feel better. All she wanted was Steve.

“I don't even know why I’m still here.” She mumbled weakly, looking around the room that had once been filled with happy memories. It hurt, everything hurt. Living at the compound was a constant reminder of the life she had once shared with Steve. Her anger faded back to sadness as she closed her eyes tightly, breaking down in silent sobs as she thought about how they’d planned to spend their future together. They’d talked about it a lot. “When all this is over, we’ll move to Brooklyn. We’ll get married, pop out a couple of babies. Oh, and we have to get a dog.” The memory of Steve’s words caused an aching cry to leave her lips, his voice ringing through her mind as she felt her whole body go weak. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Bucky’s watery eyes widened in panic at her words, his head immediately turning to her as he instinctively reached his arm out towards her again. She was too helpless to pull away this time, letting his strong hand pull her body into his lap as she collapsed against him.

He was worried about how she was handing the process of grieving, knowing how much it had the power to manipulate thoughts. He didn’t want her doing anything stupid, anything irrational, anything harmful. He’d become so protective over her, knowing that she was the only other person who really understood what it was like losing Steve. Anytime she cried, Bucky was right there holding her.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky sobbed out, unable to control his emotions as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck as she cried against him, a position she’d come to know so well. “I’m so sorry.” Bucky felt guilty, like he was the one responsible for Steve not coming back. He was there, he should’ve tried harder, said something to make Steve change his mind.

She whimpered against him, erratically breathing against his chest as she felt her throat closing up. The all too familiar feeling of heartache took over as her hand dropped to his metal arm, clinging to him tightly as she relaxed against his chest.

Bucky rocked them back and forth lightly, trying to soothe her as he broke down. He rubbed her back with his flesh hand, his head dropping close to hers as he held her close.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” She sniffed sadly, her eyes puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Her face was lightly stained with red lines from where her tears had fallen, the salty liquid stinging her skin.

Bucky let out the breath he’d been holding in shakily, his heart aching at her words. Their burning cheeks touched as Bucky’s hand came up to massage the back of her head. He felt so responsible for Steve not coming back. “I’m sorry.”

She stayed there in his arms, his chest rising and falling against her side as she closed her stinging eyes. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, feeling safe in his lap as her heartbeat began to steady itself.

Bucky noticed the way her head pressed limply further against his bearded cheek, turning his head to face her as his hand cradled the back of her neck. “It’s gunna be okay.” He whispered as a soft smile washed over his reddened face, noticing her falling asleep in his arms.

”Will you stay with me tonight?” She whispered tiredly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fought the inevitable exhaustion. “Please Buck, I don't want to be alone.”

A selfish wave of relief washed over Bucky as he held her, still processing Steve’s absence himself, he thanked his lucky stars that at least for one night, he wouldn’t have to be alone.

———

Weeks of Steve being gone had turned into months, his absence left a void, an emptiness that was inevitably never going away, both for Bucky and Y/N.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice deepened with concern as he threw the car keys in the fruit bowl, being warned of her bad state by F.R.I.D.A.Y as soon as he’d walked in through the front door. “Y/N.” He called out again, picking up his pace as he rushed through the compound to find her.

“She’s in Mr Roger’s room, Sergeant Barnes.” the AI spoke as Bucky began to panic, his heart sinking as he burst through the door of Cap’s old bedroom. No one had gone in there since he’d left, not even Y/N.

But that’s where she was, lying on the floor, looking up at the blank ceiling. Bucky sighed with his eyes closed before he walked over to her slowly, aware of her almost unconscious state.

His heart sped up immediately as he was hit with wave upon wave of memories of his best friend. The smell of the room, the shelves covered with small trinkets that were important to him, his record collection, the framed photo of Y/N and Steve next to his neatly made bed. It was all too overwhelming.

“What did you do, Doll?” He breathed out sadly as he crouched down next to her, his flesh fingers tracing over the empty bottle of asgardian liquor that lay in her limp hand. He carefully took the bottle from her, his eyes looking up at hers, glazed over with dilated pupils.

Y/N kept her head facing the ceiling, only moving her eyes to glance over at him. “I got lost.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, catching a hiccup in her throat as her eyes closed.

How could she tell Bucky the truth when it was so silly. She’d gone in there to talk to him. No, she wasn’t crazy, she knew he wasn’t going to be there. She thought she would find comfort in being around his belongings, that it would make her feel connected to him. But it didn’t work.

Bucky sighed, letting his fingers intertwine with hers as he held her hand. His thumb rubbed over her skin soothingly as he bit the inside of his lip, the helpless feeling inside of him was starting to become permanent. He desperately wanted to help her, to make everything okay. But there was nothing he could do except be there for her.

“I wasn't good enough for him.” Her words made Bucky’s heart ache with sadness, his eyes closing as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Maybe if I was better, he would've stay-”

“Don’t say that.” Bucky shook his head, his voice cracking a little. Y/N was the most beautiful, funny, talented girl he’d ever met. The more time he spent with her, the more he realised that. It hurt him to hear her say that she wasn’t good enough, that she had convinced herself that was the reason Steve had left. Bucky cursed Steve in his head, frustrated with what his decision to leave had done to her.

Y/N blamed herself for Steve not coming back. She hated herself for not being a good enough reason for him to stay. She sat up most nights trying to figure out exactly what it was that made him decide to go, but she couldn’t understand it.

"I thought he loved me.” Bucky felt the tears streaming down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It physically pained him to hear how much she was hurting, the constant torment going on inside of her mind. How lost she felt, how deep Steve’s leaving had cut her up inside.

“He did, Y/N. He still does.” Bucky’s words spluttered out between sniffs. The alcohol was helping to numb Y/N’s pain, her tears silently rolling down her cheeks instead of her usual aching whimpers and heavy breathing.

“He didn’t even say goodbye.” She mumbled painfully, her wording changing from the perspective she’d had a few weeks ago. Her sleepless nights had given her more than enough time to think, and she’d come to the conclusion that Steve knew what his plan was, so he had the chance to say goodbye, to be upfront and tell her, but he didn’t. Why? The most obvious answer in Y/N’s mind was because he didn’t care, not about her anyway. “Don’t sit there and tell me you do that to someone you love.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, pondering in his own thoughts as Y/N went back to staring at the ceiling. At some point since he’d left, Bucky had questioned continuing to defend his best friend. Bucky had watched what Steve’s decisions had done to Y/N, what his actions were still doing to her and in Bucky’s eyes, nothing on earth was worth causing her this much sadness.

“C’mon, Doll. You’re tired, I know. Let me take you to bed.” He whispered through his heavy breathing as he scooped her up, lifting her body effortlessly as he cradled her in his arms. Y/N didn’t object, nuzzling her face into his chest as her arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck.

Bucky going go bed with Y/N had become routine most nights since the first time she’d asked him to stay with her, they both enjoyed the company and knew neither of them expected anything more than a warm body to hold.

He carried her down the hall until they reached her room, laying her carefully on the bed once they were inside. He pushed the loose hair away from her face, rubbing his thumb lovingly over her cheek as he admired her.

“I’m just getting you some comfy clothes, I’ll be right back.” Bucky whispered as he leaned over her, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She nodded softly, not taking her eyes off of him as he she watched him move around the room.

Y/N was beyond grateful for Bucky, he’d been by her side the whole time. Whenever she needed him, he was right there. She felt guilty for lashing out at him sometimes, when all he’d ever done was shower her with love and patience. She wondered if he’d had time himself to process Steve leaving, or if he was suppressing his emotions in order to support her. Either way, Bucky had always made sure that she never felt completely alone, he took pride in looking after her, sometimes it was the only distraction from his destructive thoughts.

“Here you go.” He hummed sweetly, sliding his hand under her back to lift her torso up from the mattress. She sat up obediently as Bucky’s hand let go of her, turning around so that she could get changed privately.

She smiled shyly at his gentlemanly ways, somewhat reminded of the way Steve was. She looked down at her body as she pulled her shirt over her head, maybe if she looked like a supermodel, Steve would’ve stayed.

She blinked rapidly to contain her tears, her lips dropping into a pout as she quickly changed into the clothes Bucky had set out for her. A sudden wave of self consciousness hit her as she turned her body to face away from Bucky, laying back down on the bed to hide her body under the covers.

“It’s okay if you want to leave, Buck. I understand.” Her voice came out as a whimper, her eyes dropping to look down at the mattress as she heard Bucky turn back around to face her.

He sighed sadly as he looked down at her curled up alone on the bed, wishing she knew that he needed her as much as she needed him. He knew after tonight that she was blaming herself for Steve leaving, forcing herself to feel unworthy and unloved.

“Hey,” Bucky called out to her softly, pulling back his side of the blanket as he slid in beside her. He gently rotated her body to face him, her eyes avoiding his as he pulled her against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I pro-”

“Don’t.” She cut him off, shaking her head as she slid her arms up around his neck. “Don’t make any promises.” Her heartbeat quickened as the sadness engulfed her. “Please.”

Y/N woke up the next morning in a dream like daze, feeling strong arms wrapped tightly around her, her cheek pressed against a warm chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

“Steve?” She whispered out sweetly, it was the first moment of peace she’d had in months. Then reality came crashing down on her, remembering Steve was gone. Bucky heard her say it, it was the first time she’d said Steve’s name since he left, his whole body froze as his heart ached sympathetically for her.

Y/N sighed sadly, pressing her face further into Bucky’s chest as she began uncontrollably sobbing. Wave upon wave of misery flooded her body as Bucky rubbed her back under the thin material of her t-shirt, trying his best to soothe her.

“Shhhh,” Bucky whispered gently, his metal hand playing with the back of her hair as he held her close. “It’s gunna be okay.”

Bucky had repeated Steve’s words to her almost every day, not that she knew they were Steve’s words, but he didn’t know if he was saying them to comfort her or himself. Either way, as time went on, it was getting harder to believe that it was going to be okay.

———

Y/N had taken a nap for the first time in almost six months. She’d woken up to an empty bed, an unusual occurrence, especially since Bucky had been wrapped up in her arms when she’d fallen asleep.

They’d grown so close since Steve had left, their friendship had blossomed into an unbreakable bond, a deep connection that no one could explain. They understood each other on a level of complexity that formed so rarely it was unheard of. They relied on each other.

She padded softly down the hallway, heading towards the sound of Bucky’s voice coming from the common area. She slowed her steps, gliding her palm along the cold wall as she caught part of his conversation.

“No, I can’t do this anymore.” Bucky hissed to whoever was on the other end of the phone, his voice agitated yet quiet, as if he didn’t want to be heard. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.”

Y/N’s heart sunk deep into her chest, her head spinning in disbelief as she moved into view of the doorway just in time to see Bucky hang up the phone.

“Bucky?” She whimpered sadly, her chest heaving as it tightened around her heart, her eyes widened innocently as her bottom lip quivered. “You’re leaving?”

Bucky looked up at where she was standing, his eyebrows arching in panic as he realised what she’d walked into. “Y/N.” He started deeply, a lump forming in his throat as he watched her react. “I can explain.”

She shook her head rapidly as she squeezed her eyes shut, a bubbling sense of betrayal and anger erupted in her body. “You’re just the same as he is!” She yelled as she felt tears welling up in her eyes, turning to run back to her room as she thought about going through the process of losing someone again. She couldn’t take it.

She slammed the door behind her, bursting into tears as she paced around her room, slightly hyperventilating as the fear overwhelmed her.

“Y/N,” Bucky burst through her bedroom door, shutting it loudly behind him without a care as he walked over to her. “Calm down.”

She shook her head as Bucky grabbed her by her upper arms, forcing her to stop pacing as she hung her head to avoid his eye contact. “Were you even going to tell me?”

“Stop.” Bucky’s voice hardened as he tried to get her to listen, his eyes softening with worry as his heart raced.

“Or were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” She disobeyed his command, her anger turning into sadness as she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Listen to me,” He spoke softly, gripping onto her arms tightly as his thumbs rubbed over of skin. She looked away from his eyes, her eyebrows arching in sadness as she anticipated what he was going to say. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t lose you too, Bucky. I can’t.” She panicked as she thought about losing Bucky the same way she’d lost Steve. She wanted to believe him, but how could she possibly know if he was telling the truth? Her lips stayed in a pout, her eyes glued to the right of his body.

Bucky sighed in frustration, his heart broke knowing she didn’t believe him. “Look at me!” He spoke loudly, shaking her arms a little as her glossy eyes finally met his. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto the material of his shirt over his stomach, holding him close as if it would keep him there forever. “I heard you on the phone, Buck.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bucky smiled softly, slightly relieved that she was listening to him now as he admired her face. His flesh hand moved up to cup her cheek, rubbing her temple with his thumb. “You heard me telling Fury that I’m leaving, as in leaving the team, not leaving you.” He shook his head, his eyebrows arching as a sympathetic look covered his face.

Her eyes looked up at him with a soft sparkle that he hadn’t seen in a long time, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes softening as he smiled down at her. “You’re really not leaving?”

He shook his head as he watched her sigh in relief, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. “I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

“Trust me, Y/N.” Bucky whispered as he admired her face, his thumb rubbing across her cheek soothingly. “It’s gunna be okay.” Something about the way Steve said those words made it sounds true, but when Bucky heard himself say it, it was hard for him to believe.

———

“What the hell am I supposed to tell Y/N?” Bucky looked over at his oldest friend, his eyes saddened with stress and responsibility. “She’s gunna ask questions, Steve.”

“Tell her I’ve left. That I’m not coming back.” Steve instructed the long haired super-soldier, sadly running his hand through his blonde hair.

“And you think she’s just gunna accept that?” Bucky shook his head as he kicked a pebble next to his foot absentmindedly. He looked back up at Cap, trying to make him understand. “She loves you, Steve.”

“Bucky, you know I have to do this.” Steve pressed his lips together as he looked sympathetically over at Bucky. His decision wasn’t an easy one, and his best friend trying to change his mind was only making it harder. “I’m leaving her with my best pal.”

Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulder reassuringly, witnessing the distress on his face, what Steve was asking him to do was huge. “It’s gunna be okay, Buck.”

Bucky sighed, trusting that Steve knew what was best as he wrapped his arms around his friend to say goodbye. “No matter what happens, she can never find out the truth, Buck.”

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Moniker Origin

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

SUMMARY: Befriending a stray dog not only leads to a routine rendezvous every midnight but also the story of how Sirius got one of his many names.

WORDS: 5.5k

WARNING(S): Just fluff but involves cursing, name-calling, nicknames, mentions of celebrities/characters from the 70s, mentions of eating and food. || SECOND PERSON

A/N: can u tell this is kind of an indirect prequel to i’m a dreamer hsjsiw anyway i hope u like it!!! for @meiitanoia my beloved sirius black lovebot <3

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You woke up with a start. The curtains to your four-poster bed danced gently, as if attempting to put you into a trance. It worked: You watched it, transfixed more than ever until you slowly gained proper consciousness, or at least enough to let you yawn.

You reached out to push the curtains a bit to find that it was still night-time. You could hear light snores coming from your roommates, but you ignored it in desperate hopes of falling asleep again. You couldn’t; not that you didn’t want to, because you really did. The reason for your tossing and turning at this late hour was most likely because you slept around six p.m., an unideal hour for sleep on a weekday. You’d passed on dinner, and told yourself you’d just take breakfast early in the morning.

Giving up, you threw out your feet off the bed, feeling the cold surface of the floor. The clock told you it was half past eleven as it kept ticking and ticking and ticking.

Before you knew it, you were trudging down the deserted halls of Hogwarts, half-melted dark chocolate in one hand and your lightened wand in the other. You bought it from Honeydukes just last weekend on your visit to Hogsmeade. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to be somewhere else, maybe even do something exciting.

For cautionary measures, you looked in every direction every time you reached a turn in fear of getting caught by any roaming person of authority. Peeves would probably make a sound that’ll draw Mr. Filch’s attention; Mrs. Norris could appear, and that in itself is bad news already; Mr. Filch himself could catch you and start throwing insane threats; or maybe someone from the faculty could catch you and put you in detention, and you knew full well you did not want to spend time doing an absurd task.

When you managed to slip out unnoticed, you walked over to the bank of the lake, the rocks crunching under your feet. It was probably one of the things you find in horror movies when all is still, all is sleeping, and the monster is yet to come—

Your pulse skipped a beat when the sight of something running away from the forest shuffled past. You realized it was just a dog, but it gave you a shock nonetheless. Just a dog, you thought. Just a dog.

You pulled out the chocolate from your pocket, unwrapping it carelessly. It wasn’t until you took your first bite did you realize the dog was right behind you, watching you with curious eyes.

“I’d give you some but dogs aren’t allowed to eat chocolate,” you said to the dog, who then whined in response as it sat down. “I really can’t, I’m sorry.”

One might think a big black dog sneaking up on you in the middle of a night would cause a fright, but it was strangely more comforting than eerie. After all, it was just a dog.

Just looking at the creature reminded you of Snuffles, your very own dog who died while you were away from home and sitting in History of Magic, unaware your best bud had passed. You looked down hopefully at the dog in front of you.

“Snuffles?” you inquired hesitantly, reaching out your hand. Please don’t bite, you chanted more to yourself than to the dog. To your relief, it approached you gingerly and let you pet its head. “Is it you?”

Highly unlikely, you knew that, but it wouldn’t hurt to hope that it was, right? You’d spent your entire childhood with that dog: Sleeping together under a poorly done fort until daybreak; getting lost in the neighborhood together, earning disapproving opinions from the neighbors; and most of all, countless birthdays.

Well, just to name a few.

Maybe it was the moonlight reflecting off of the lake’s waters, but you could’ve sworn you saw the dog wink. You took your hand back to rub your eyes before studying the dog. “Are you Hagrid’s?”

The dog simply sat there, looking at you curiously. “Right, like a dog’s gonna talk back to me.” You chuckled, laughing at yourself. “Come, I’ll bring you back to him.”

It didn’t move. “Look, I can’t give you chocolate. Maybe I can sneak you some steak or something next time if you’re still here. I’d give you dog food but they don’t have that around here. But I reckon Hagrid has some, though. Do you want me to get you food?”

Once again, maybe (just maybe) it was only your imagination, but you got the sense that the dog disagreed. You didn’t push it any further and so you simply made yourself comfortable even under the rocks. You set down your cloak under your bottom to serve as a mat. It didn’t do much, but it was better. You gestured for the dog to come closer.

“I’m gonna call you Snuffles now,” you said as you picked up a stone. “Watch this.” With a swing of your arm, you sent the stone flying into the lake, skipping three times. “I used to be able to do four. You’d know, you were there!”

Snuffles your dog from years ago indeed was there with you when it happened on your family trip to your lake house, but this was not Snuffles; this was your very own classmate and Housemate, Sirius Black himself. He’d never talked to you before, much less noticed you, so it was a surprise to him that he’s spending his time with you at this late hour.

Nevertheless, it was a time well-spent even when it was mostly (entirely) just watching you skip rocks down the lake as you talked about the aforementioned Snuffles. He didn’t know how long you two sat there, but sat you did anyway. Twice he thought of a joke to tell only to be disappointed for of course, he couldn’t voice it out.

“I named her Snuffles because she used to cry a lot when we first brought her home from the shelter and mum didn’t want us to call her Sniffles so I went with the next best thing.” You put your legs in front of you. “Poor little thing.”

It wasn’t until the sky brightened a bit did you realize you were thirsty from all the talking you were doing. You would've stayed for the sunrise but, well, schedules would tragically overlap.

“Crap,” you thought as you began picking up your cloak, “I’ll end up dozing off in class! Anyway, I’ll try and bring you steak later, Snuffy.”

With a wave, you ran away from the lake, cloak in your arms, unaware that you had left your wand behind. Sirius was watching you until you disappeared from sight before he spotted the wand, which he then picked up.

He de-transformed on his way just a bit by a wall, and as soon as he did, he tucked your wand into his own cloak. He glanced back just for a second before running back to the castle. By the time he got to the painting of the Fat Lady, he halted at the sight of the girl from earlier — you.

“—you know me already, ma��am. I just forgot the password is all. Please let me in.”

“No password, no entry,” spat the Fat Lady. “And it does not do to wake up a sleeping person.”

“Well, you’re just a painting,” you mumbled. And if Sirius could hear it from where he was standing, the Fat Lady probably heard it too.

“Hmph!” exclaimed the Fat Lady. “Children are foul.”

“They are, aren’t they?” you chimed in hopes of getting on the Fat Lady’s better graces.

“I was talking about you, child,” said the Fat Lady with disdain. “Now scoot!”

You were about to walk away when Sirius decided to walk in. You froze.

It was only until then did it dawn on Sirius that he did not know your name because you had not told him anything earlier. He turned to the Fat Lady.

“Spondulicks,” said Sirius. The Fat Lady merely grunted as the painting swung open to reveal the room. “After you, m’lady.”

It was like he was seeing a different person; you refused to meet his eyes as you hurriedly walked into the opening of the painting, arms crossed. He was almost about to give you your wand but realized what a bad idea that would be, and so he kept his mouth shut.

You kept walking straight ahead, and Sirius had to stifle his laugh at the sight of you missing a step on the stairs to the girls’ dormitory, especially when your pace quickened after this.

That morning at breakfast, you were nowhere to be found. Sirius took his seat next to James while skimming the length of the Gryffindor table.

“What’re you looking for?” asked James, curiously scanning the table as well.

“This girl with [Y/H/C] hair,” Sirius replied absentmindedly as he slowly settled down, still looking for her.

“A girl? You’re gonna have to be more specific, mate. But bagsy snogging her.”

“What — you can’t bagsy her, you haven’t even met her,” spat Sirius. James was rather taken aback but still seemed to be stifling his laugh at the outburst nonetheless. Sirius cleared his throat. “And need I remind you that you’re trying to get Evans?”

“Mhm, I was just trying to see how interested you were in this girl to be preoccupied with looking for her instead of petting your hair.” More and more people began to file in to the common room and Sirius’s attention went to the door after determining you were not seated in one of the tables.

“It’s called combing, and you should try it.” Sirius ran his hand through his hair. “It would do you good to look fresh at least once.”

James snickered. “What can I tell you, Pads? The ladies like the rugged look.”

“I don’t think they do,” remarked Remus.

“Oh trust me, Remus,” James started with a smug grin. “They do. The key to it is—”

But Sirius never found out what ‘the key to it’ was; at least, not today. After a group of younger Ravenclaws walked in, he finally spotted you right behind them and his back straightened even more. For what, he did not know.

You took your seat beside a couple more Gryffindors and helped yourself to food on your own plate. You were busy rubbing her eyes, giving Sirius more time to watch. When you finished, you caught him looking at you, but he didn’t break the eye contact; instead, he smiled.

“Oh, her?” exclaimed James, trying to get a better look. Sirius gently kicked his foot at how obvious he was, but he nodded in confirmation. James blew a raspberry. “I can’t bagsy, can I?”

Sirius scowled. “No.”

“Then I call dibs.”

“Wha — that’s the same thing! You can’t just call dibs.” Sirius cleared his throat once more, for James was raising a brow to signify he’d proved his point. “You can’t.”

“Wouldn’t hurt you to go on over and talk to her, would it? After all, you do it all the time.” James stretched out his arms and made gestures of triumph. “Hook, sink, liner.”

“It’s actually ‘Hook, line, and sinker,’” said Remus.

“No it’s not. Get a load of this guy,” James joked (or not). “Anyway, come on, I’ll come with you. But I apologize in advance if my hair works better than yours.”

When they made it over to where you were sitting, you appeared to be manually wiping your plate with a tissue.

“Excuse me,” started Sirius, gesturing at the plate, “May I?”

Hesitantly and still not meeting his gaze, you handed him the plate. Sirius pulled out his wand and with a small flick, he said, “Tergeo!”

When he handed it back, you simply nodded your head in thanks and began to stuff it in your bag.

“Wait, are you stealing a plate?” James asked with a grin, on the verge of laughing. “You wouldn’t want to do that. See, our friend’s a Prefect and he’ll totally tell Professor Meownerva — pun courtesy of Peter, by the way.” James snickered. “I wish I’d thought of it first be—Ow!”

Sirius had stepped on James foot. “I’ll take it from here, Bambi.”

James managed a scowl before leaving the scene. You didn’t know what to do; so in your mind, you started devising ways to get yourself out of that situation: Make a run for it or melt on the spot; neither seemed like a good option.

“Why are you stealing a plate?” he asked.

“Er — long story. Have a good day.” Then you stood up and began to walk away, backing up a bit to grab a piece of sandwich before completely storming off.

When Sirius returned the other three were there, laughing out loud together.

James leaned closer. “Her name’s [Y/N].”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” exclaimed Sirius, annoyed.

“Hook, sink, liner,” said James confidently.

Remus cleared his throat again. “Again, it’s ‘Hook, line, and’—”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” dismissed James.

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On your first class (Transfiguration), the two of you clearly could not at all suppress your yawns: Sirius was doing fairly better compared to you, for he had the decency to not let his head plop face down on his desk, but he was sleepy nonetheless. This was no surprise to Sirius. After all, he hadn’t slept that morning. As for you, he did not know whether or not you slept but according to your peaceful and sleeping face, he kind of had a clue.

He wasn’t listening, and so when everyone brought out their wands, he just cluelessly followed the others. Professor McGonagall approached the middle row and stopped just right next to you.

“Miss [Y/L/N]?” started McGonagall. “If I’m not mistaken, bedtime ended hours ago.”

You merely grunted. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N]?”

The professor put the back of her palm against your forehead. She lifted your face off the table and her eyes widened. “Heavens! Child, you look positively ghastly. Remus, kindly take—”

“I’ll do it,” said Sirius. “I’m her. . .” As he trailed off, all eyes went back and forth from you, McGonagall, and him. He opened his mouth again to add, “friend. We’re friends.”

Although McGonagall appeared to be reluctant, she let you go, advising you to visit Madam Pomfrey. Sirius risked a smug look in James’s way before following you out the door, eager to speak with you.

“So you’re feeling unwell?” asked Sirius.

“Look, buddy, I appreciate it but I honestly just want to go to bed.”

“Didn’t Minnie McG tell you to visit Madam Pomfrey?”

You halted. “I’m not sick.”

“What do you mean? What about the drowsy eyes and the head hurting and the red nose—?”

“Okay, now you’re making my head hurt.” You faced him, hands on your hips in defiance. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Black: I’ll go back to my room and you’ll take a walk to the Hospital Wing and back to class.”

“But you’re sick.”

“Buddy, I’m really not,” you said with an irritated laugh. “I haven’t slept yet and I lost my wand. How do you think I’ll be able to go to class without a damn wand?”

Sirius scoffed. “Then what about your runny red nose and teary eyes?”

“Really? Are purebloods really that dense not to come up with basic ways to get out of class?” It was almost ironic. After all, you’d heard tons of brilliant things pureblooded wizards could do. Clearly they weren’t as crafty. You snorted. “Do you really want to know?”

“Do I? Of course I do.”

And with a bit of consideration, you recounted your gimmicks: collecting two chili peppers from the table and lightly patting your finger under your eyes to make it teary (it badly hurt), pinching your nose as soon as you left the Great Hall and sprinkling a bit of pepper on your sleeve to get yourself to sneeze, taking a quick hot shower without getting your hair wet, and more.

“Wow,” he exclaimed under his breath, astonished. You shrugged in response, turning around to walk away. “Wait, then why did you agree for me to take you instead of Remus?”

“Eh, well, your friend who’s trying so hard to be Michael Landon said that the Remus guy was a Prefect so I figured that he’s probably a snitch.”

“Trust me, he’s not a snitch,” Sirius said with a laugh. “Wait, I don’t even know who Michael Landon is but could you say that thing again but to James’s face tomorrow morning at breakfast?”

“No.” You turned your back on him, walking away. “May we never talk again.”

“You’re welcome, by the way!” He watched as you made a turn, disappearing from view before making a face. “Ungrateful chick.”

That entire day, you spent your time in bed, tossing and turning to keep yourself awake. Whenever someone came in during vacant time, you made sure the curtains to your four-poster bed were sealed shut while pretending to sniffle.

It was Friday, so you were thankful for the time to rest. You were thinking of just looking for your wand tomorrow when you remembered the dog. You shifted in your bed as you slowly stood up, peeking through the curtains of your bed. Your roommates were probably still in the common room, so you peeked your head out to grab your bag from beside your bed and pulled it in before shutting the curtains close.

You pulled out the plate you got from earlier that morning and waited.

Waited for your roommates to come in and chat for a while.

Waited until the lights went out.

Waited until the only sound you could hear was the ticking of the clock in the room.

You were about to fall asleep when what you could only assume was a bird hit itself against the window, jolting you awake.

It was dead silent. And just like you did hours ago, you threw your feet out of your bed. Going out at this hour without a wand felt threatening, but you reassured yourself, just thinking over and over that it would be just like old times back when you didn’t know you were a witch.

There was no one in the common room by the time you got down there. You tightened your grip on the plate in your hands, thinking about how good a weapon it would make (it probably wasn’t, but it was good enough to make you feel like you had a chance).

You slipped out, unaware once more of the same boy you had talked to the night before following you.

The walk down the halls and stairs without a light made your tour all the more frightening: Jumping when you accidentally graze your hand too much on one of the paintings which often earned an angry grunt from them, feeling for the next step of the stairs in fear of tripping over, and so on.

Sirius resisted the urge to just approach you and give you your wand, resorting to just staying behind to make sure you got out safely. He was about to keep going straight ahead when you made a turn, confusing him.

It took a few more turns for him to realize you were headed for the kitchens. He had to wait outside until you came back out a short while later with something in the plate.

Laughing silently to himself, he followed you again to the grounds, your wand in his cloak pocket, feeling like a hundred pounds weighing him down.

You went back to where you were last night, scouring the rocks in hopes of spotting a distinct shape among the round shapes. You cursed under your breath in disappointment as you set the plate of steak aside, your eyes falling to the dark surface of the lake. Gulping, you tied up the pant legs of your pajamas, mumbling inaudible words to yourself at what you were about to do.

Only your feet were in the water when you heard a loud bark, causing you to jump a bit, toppling backward at the sight of the black dog. You felt the water soak your back and a bit of your head.

“Snuffles?” you asked the dog whilst shaking yourself dry as you stood up. “There’s steak over there. It’s for you.”

If it weren’t for his physical state, Sirius would be laughing right now. The least he could do was walk your way, sitting right beside the plate of the steak.

“I know it’s not as good as I promised but it’s the best I could give, I’m sorry,” you said to the dog as it looked at you curiously. You bent down to pick up your cloak, drying yourself and wrapping it around you. With a huff, you squeezed the water out of your hair and sat down on the rocks once again. “I only came down here to look for my wand. It probably rolled down to the bottom of the lake already.”

You yawned. The lack of sleep was already taking a toll on you and you couldn’t let the sun rise before you could lie down in bed.

“Do you not like the steak?” you asked again. “You know, I got that plate for you.”

The dog’s ears perked up, and you reached out to pet it.

“Thank Merlin I got away from that fruitcake.”

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“I’m a fruitcake,” Sirius told his friends that morning as they fell in line for their Hogsmeade trip. James looked at his friend as if he had gone mad (well, one can say he’s halfway there). “Out of all the things I could be, I’m a fruitcake.”

“Took you long enough to figure that out,” said Peter, who then brightened when James burst into a laugh.

“You sure?” said Remus, adjusting his tie. “If you are, then you’re far too salty to be one.”

“Guys, I’m ser—” He cut himself off, aware that they were waiting for an opening to pick fun at his name. “I am not joking.”

“Because you’re. . .?” James said, encouraging him.

Sirius let out an exasperated sigh. “Serious.”

And just like that, the entire group howled in laughter. Rolling his eyes, Sirius scanned the crowd again, but it was the same thing as yesterday — you were once again nowhere to be found.

“Wait, where did you get this fruitcake comment from?” asked Remus.

Sirius recounted your past encounters with him, earning a whoop of cheer and a pat from James.

“I have a plan,” said Sirius. “I’ll just so happen to ‘run into’ her in Hogsmeade and she’ll think I’m charming because I did my hair better today.”

“I don't know, I reckon it’ll be hard to jump from fruitcake puppy to charming knight and shining armor,” said Remus.

It wasn't until they were near the front of the line did Sirius realize there was still no sign of you. He then stepped out of the line, earning sudden protests from the rest of the group.

He made a show of waving at the other three as he disappeared from view before darting down the halls and up the stairs until he made it to the common room, where he plopped down on the couch. A couple of first and second years were gathered by the window playing chess.

Sirius kept his head down as he waited for you to come out until finally, about almost ten minutes later, heavy steps came from the girls’ dormitory as it descended down the stairs. Sirius kept his face down so as to hide himself for you, cursing at himself for being too. . .what’s a nicer way to put creepy again?

He followed you again like the night before, going over the things he wanted to say.

Hello, I’m actually Snuffles.

I’m Snuffles.

Hi, I’m not really a reincarnation of your dog because I’m actually a fruitcake!

It just kept getting worse in his head the more that he dwelled on it, and so he resorted to just focusing on his step when you halted, causing him to run into you.

“You,” you started, stopping with your finger pointed right at him, daring him to speak, “why are you following me?”

“Because. . .” Sirius trailed off. Why was he following you?

Because I'm Snuffles and I have your wand. Because I can turn into a dog. Because while I am Snuffles, I'm also not really Snuffles. Because—

“Because I found your wand,” he blurted out. “Well, consider it as a token of appreciation.”

“For what?”

“For being a good friend. . . ?”

“As far as I know, the first and only time we ever even talked was just yesterday,” you said, gesturing with your hands. “What’s your deal?”

“I want to take a walk,” Sirius relaxed, grinning at you.

“Then do it yourself!” you exclaimed.

“With you, I mean.”

Sirius’s tone calmed you down at least a bit, and so you cleared your throat. Come to think of it, he’s probably not that bad.

You began to walk with him on your way out to the grounds. “And what do I get out of this walking thing of yours?”

Sirius waved his hand with a flourish as we jogged ahead to stop right in front of you, tipping an imaginary hat. “Bragging rights, madam.”

You halted. “You’re gonna have to try better than that, Vinnie Barbarino.”

“Er — that’s good, right?” he asked, tensing up again as he composed himself.

“Depends on how you look at it.”

“Well, does he have nice hair?”

“Again, depends on how you look at it.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“You and me both, Vinnie,” you told him with a huff as you two set foot outside.

“It’s certainly better than fruitcake,” he muttered under his breath. You leaned in closer, your brow raised in question. He shook his head and told you it was nothing.

By the time you made it to the bank of the lake, you found yourself unconsciously searching the rocks for your wand.

Sirius snorted. “You can keep looking but it’s not there.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

He watched as you bent down to pick up a rock and moved closer to the lake. Just like you did a few nights ago, you swung your arm to skip a rock. It was kind of like a movie for him; the way your shoulders sunk a bit after getting only three skips. “I used to be able to do four.”

I’d know, Sirius thought as he grinned at the irony. I was there. Maybe I really am Snuffles.

“So, when are you going to give me my wand?” You turned around to face him again, dusting your hands as you did so.

Sirius wanted to tell you about his alter-ego badly. But at the same time, it was right there and then Sirius realized something. He normally hated the idea of a routine; loathed it, even. But he figured that maybe, just this once, he could make an exception. He didn’t mind going out every single night as Padfoot or Snuffles if it meant the world to you to have something to look forward to. In fact, the line was starting to blur between all his names: Sirius Black, Onion, Padfoot, Snuffles, Fruitcake.

Sirius cleared his throat and told you, “Monday morning when you have breakfast with me.”

“I’m not gonna have breakfast with you.”

“You are now because you’ll get a coupon.”

“What coupon?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Bragging rights for spending time with me — Sirius Orion Black.”

“You’re awfully presumptuous.”

“Why are you so mean?” Sirius feigned pain by clutching his chest, making a show.

You bit your cheek in attempt not to laugh. “Look, just give me back my wand.”

“Give me your word that you’ll have breakfast with me first.”

“Fine,” you told him. “Now will you give me my wand back?”

Sirius let out a long sigh before taking a step forward and bending down to pick up a rock. He swung his arm backward as he made a shot.

One, two, three, four.

He faced you. “Hook, sink, liner.”

“It’s ‘hook, line, and sinker,’ how could you mess that up?”

“Damn it, James,” he cursed under his breath. “Anyway, here’s your wand.”

This definitely took you by surprise, especially when he pulled it out of his coat pocket and handed it to you with only a friendly smile and without any hesitation.

You grabbed it as fast as you could just in case he changed his mind at the last minute.

Sirius fought the urge to pick fun at the fact that this was close to what one may call fetch.

Wow, he thought. Merlin, I’m literally Snuffles. Sirius could hear his friends’ jeers light years away: Playing fetch with her, Snuffy? Will you also let her walk you? Oh, wait, you already did!

“Thank you,” you told him. “I was literally prepared to dive down there just to get my wand. I know what a big hassle it is to get it replaced and everything.”

“I know,” he said, pertaining to how he knew the lengths you were ready to go to just so you could find your wand, but you took what he said an answer to what you said last.

Sirius began walking again, and you followed. “Why didn’t you go to Hogsmeade with the others?”

“Eh, I’ve been there a lot of times. We’ll go there next time. I’ll take you to—”

You halted. “Woah, woah, who said I’ll be coming with you?”

“Time,” Sirius protested. “It tells you things even you wouldn’t be able to know.”

You scoffed as you kept walking alongside him. “Eh, well, we got Professor Trelawney for that. What do you say we visit her classroom and play with balls? I mean, orbs. No, stop laughing.”

But he didn’t stop. And honestly, neither did you; not even when you completed a turn around the grounds.

That night was a brilliant one: You were headed back downstairs, this time keeping your wand tight in your hand as you did so.

Just like as far as always can go, Snuffles sat by the lake, looking at the ripples that danced along its surface. Why did the dog suddenly look familiar?

You stood right next to Snuffles, who was now looking up at you curiously.

“I can’t stay for long,” you told the dog. “I have to sleep early, you know. I mean, you don’t, but — whatever.”

You bent down to pick up a rock again, watching it skip three times. You cursed under your breath, “How’d he do it?”

Snuffles, originally Sirius himself, snorted. You turned to the dog and shook your head, telling yourself it was your want of sleep playing tricks on you.

“Fruitcake’s actually not that bad,” you started as you picked up another rock. Sirius looked up again. “I think I’ll give him a chance.”

When you finally gave up on skipping rocks, you sat down right next to the dog. “He kinda left a ring of his, see?” You showed the dog Sirius’s ring. The dog blinked. “I’m not planning on keeping it, I’ll give it back to him on a good day.”

A bird flew by, causing you to jump a bit. “Yep, I’m gonna need to sleep this out. Go to Hagrid’s will you? Actually, no, come with me.”

You lead the dog to Hagrid’s hut and told it to stay there. Sirius thought it was funny seeing you boss him around in a gentler manner.

With a wave, you ran back to the doors and dashed up the stairs until you reached the dormitories, where you hastily got in your bed and tucked yourself in.

When breakfast came and you casually sat down right across from Sirius and beside James, a thought came to Sirius’s head again: He wanted you to know him as Sirius Black, no disguises involved. Sure, maybe he’d learn more of you if he continued doing it but . . . he wanted you to learn more of himself, too.

As for telling you his secret identity (not Batman), he decided that it’d be best to let his future self deal with it and just enjoy breakfast with you, which is hopefully just the first of many.

One last thing, though: Snuffles grew on Sirius. Safe to say that he got attached; so much that even when time told new people new fates, he found a way to let the name stay by using it as a safe codename as an attempt to become a lovable stray in the time of danger.

But that doesn’t matter just yet, not when the group was busy having one of the most brilliant Mondays to date.

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spxllcxstxr · 4 years ago

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Yellow Sticky Notes • R.L

(Gif not mine)

Request: maybe an imagine where the reader is dating remus and puts sweet love notes into his books to constantly remind him how loved he is 🥺 — anon

Summary: Remus finds your lovely paper trail in his books while in the hospital wing

Warnings: mention of food, mentions of injuries, mention of full moon, Remus being a bit insecure, fluff

Word Count: ~1k

A.N: Do me a favor? Disregard the fact that Post It Notes were invented in 1980. Let’s just push that date back a tad...I honestly don’t know how I feel about this one? I love Remus so much so maybe that’s why I can’t seem to love the things I write about him because I feel I don’t do him justice. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

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Remus sits alone in the hospital wing, all his friends stuck in class, while he’s forced to suffer in the all too familiar scratchy bed.

The full moon the night before gave him deep purple bruises all along his abdomen, a foot facing the entirely wrong way, and a brand new inflamed scar running from the bottom of his left earlobe all the way to the corner of his left eye.

When Madam Pomfrey reluctantly held up a mirror in front of him earlier in the morning, he almost snatched it out of her hands in a fit of rage and threw it across the room. He would’ve, if he wasn’t too weak to even lift up a finger.

But that was before James made his way down with a plate of breakfast, Sirius with an armful of jumpers, and Peter with a fluffy pillow from Remus’ very own bed.

You had come running down with his school bag filled to the brim with his favorite Muggle novels.

Just seeing them gave him the strength he needed to get through the rest of the day.

The four of them stayed as long as possible, but Slughorn made it very clear the last time they were late to class that detentions would be the least of your problems. He was threatening to write home, and no one wanted that.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before dashing out, his eyes trailing after your retreating form.

He sighs before picking up the novel closest to him on the nightstand. It’s one he’s almost done with, only a chapter or two left.

Remus opens to the dog-eared page, but notices something different about the paper.

Smack dab in the center of the page sits a pale yellow square, your elegant scrawl resting on top of it. Bringing the book closer to his face, he reads out your note.

Dear Remus,

Over the summer, Lily sent me a pack of these Muggle things called sticky notes. I think they’re absolutely fascinating, don’t you? There’s this sticky stuff on the back and that’s what makes it stick onto stuff. Sometimes I think these Muggles are geniuses! There’s one hundred in a pack and I’ve decided to use them all. Let’s see if you can find the other ninety-nine.

Love forever,

(Y/n)

Narrowing his eyes, he turns his head to look at the other books you brought down for him.

Slowly, he closes the book in his hands and grabs another one from his bag.

Sure enough, on the first page, there’s another pale yellow sticky note with your handwriting.