#the blanket isn“t right

[halinski]

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[0097linersb]

No Control (m)

ONE SHOT

Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut ( pwp)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Exhibitionism with a non-participating person, beware.

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“Isn´t it a bit too cold in here?” You asked the boy next to you after ignoring the shivers running up your arms for the past 15 minutes for the sake of not moving.  

“Don´t think so,” Wooyoung shrugged, not even looking up from his phone which he had been lazily staring at for the past few hours.  

You rolled your eyes and decided to look around for the air conditioner´s control yourself, to at least get the air blowing in a different direction instead of right on top of you. After fumbling around the pillows with no success, your frustrated eyes met what you were looking for: across the room, on the table, inches away from San´s busy hand, there it was, the solution to all your problems in all its shining white glory. 

“San,” You tried calling but the man did nothing indicating that he had heard you. You tried again, louder this time, “Choi San!” 

“He won´t hear you. Noise-canceling headphones,” Wooyoung informed and got a groan in response. “You can always stand up and get it, you know.” 

“No,” You groaned, with a pout on your face. 

Your friend rolled his eyes and reached his right hand under the bed, you heard the sound of a drawer being opened and suddenly a heavy blanket was being thrown on top of you, “Here, princess.” 

You happily unfolded the fabric, tucking yourself under it and humming in content.  

“Leave some for me,” He scolded you, grabbing the corner of the heavy blanket and pulling it towards himself. 

“You just said you weren´t cold!” 

“I was lying ´cause I didn´t wanna move, just shut up and let me watch my TikToks.”  

You rolled your eyes for the tenth time that day. Teenage movies and fanfictions have lied to you that being friends with men was all flowers and rainbows, that they would protect you and do anything for you like you were a helpless beautiful little princess. The only things you´ve ever gotten from San and Wooyoung were purple bruises and poorly mixed drinks. Well, they did fix your computer every time something stopped working but that was only because they needed you to play to complete the squad and you were way better than Yeosang. 

After 20 more minutes of doing nothing, a loud groan filled the room – Coming from you. Wooyoung jumped in the bed next to you and San as expected, didn´t hear it. 

“What the hell was that?” 

“My phone died,” You whined, burying your head deep in the pillow to express your frustration. 

“Just charge it?” 

“My charger is in my bag in the kitchen.” 

“Then just take a nap.” 

“Nooooo, entertain me.” 

“Do I look like a clown to you?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

“Ok, I just set myself up for that one.” 

“You absolutely did. Hand me the remote,” You extended your hand waiting for said device. 

Wooyoung´s free hand fumbled around the bed for a minute before exclaiming in success, placing the TV´s remote on your palm before going back to his phone. You turned on the TV and put on one of the shows you were currently watching, volume not too loud so it wouldn´t interfere with the audio on San´s Discord call since the TV was right next to his chair.  

You quickly got distracted by the show, even with Wooyoung´s videos playing loudly right next to your ear and San´s occasional screams at Yunho and Mingi through his microphone. It did help that you had absolutely nothing else to do and there was an incredibly attractive man on the screen in front of you. 

Every once in a while, Wooyoung would show you a stupid video he was laughing at and San got up one time to go to the bathroom, but besides that, everything remained the same for the next hour or so. That´s it until you felt Wooyoung´s hand wrapping around your thigh.  

Your friend was a touchy person so it didn´t immediately register as something out of the ordinary to you necessarily - although normally when he touched your legs, it was usually never too far up from your knees and not right in the middle of your thigh like at the moment, but you excused that because his hands and your body were under the covers so he couldn´t really see what he was doing.  

Even when his thumb started to draw soft circles against your skin, you didn´t think much of it.  

Your body did go into alert when he started to move the tips of his fingers up and down your thigh, though. You looked over at him, lying in bed next to you but his eyes were glued to his phone like nothing was happening – which made you think maybe nothing was and you were just overthinking.  

Jung Wooyoung, your friend of almost 3 years. 

Yeah, your friend. 

His fingers continued to trace your skin innocently enough and you enjoyed the display of affection for a while, goose bumps naturally erupting down your body from the touch, even internally laughing at yourself for having your mind in the gutter. 

In 2 years of friendship, Wooyoung never tried anything with you or gave any signs that he would be anywhere near interested, quite the opposite actually - You literally saw the man not taking a shower for over 3 days once during summer break. Also, San was right there in the room. You didn´t know where those crazy thoughts of yours were coming from. 

But oh well, turns out you should trust your instincts more.  

After a few minutes of mindless petting,  Wooyoung apparently had banged his head on the floor earlier, because his fingers started suddenly traveling to your inner thighs and every time his touches went up your knee, they inched down deeper between your bent legs when coming back down. You were too in shock to do anything immediately, eyes wide as you looked at the man once again, who was still laughing at a video on TikTok.  

He was so good at pretending he was doing nothing, you almost considered you were hallucinating.  

That´s it until his fingers inched so deep down your legs, the tip of his fingers touched the bottom of your shorts, a breath away from actually touching your core. Your body jumped in surprise, eyes finding the same scene as before when you tried looking to your side.

What surprised you the most though, was the way your walls sort of clenched around nothing at the touch.  

Fuck. 

While you were trying to process what was going on, he continued his ministrations, his fingers tracing softly the inside of your thighs up and down, ghost touches that had you holding back a squirm with all you had. 

Eventually, what you figured was his middle finger, traced over your slit on top of your shorts and you couldn´t hold back the little spasm in reaction. That´s when you decided to stop that madness, looking at Wooyoung, who this time was already giving you a sheepish smile. 

“What do you think you´re doing?” You whispered like San could hear it. 

“Didn´t you ask me to entertain you?” 

“Yeah, with like a gossip, not with whatever this is,” You exasperated, his finger pressing down right on your clit over your clothes, and you had to bite onto the inside of your cheek to hold back any reactions. 

“And what exactly do you think this is?” He raised an eyebrow, his conniving smile still plastered across his face. 

“One of your stupid little games.” 

“Oh really?” Wooyoung asked, his hand trailing up to your abdomen where he played with the waistband of your shorts. “´Cause I kind of just wanted my fingers inside you.” 

It was sad the way you felt yourself pulsing between your legs at his words. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Your brain was short-circuiting, and his fingers were inching down, now toying with the elastic band of your panties. 

“You´re the one asking questions.” 

“You´re the one with their hand down my shorts.” 

“Was bored,” He stated with a shrug, looking up at you as his middle finger found their way inside your panties and dipping it down your slit, “And apparently someone was enjoying it.” 

He pressed a finger slowly inside of you just to prove his point, smirk growing bigger at the way it slid in with so much ease. All the thoughts of it being just him trying to prank you flew right out of the window. 

“San is literally right there,” You breathed, heart almost coming out of your mouth. 

“It´s not like he would see anything,” Wooyoung argued.  

“Wooyoung,” You warned once he started pumping his finger deeper, you could feel the way he curled it because of how slow he was going. He was just teasing you and it was already driving you insane. 

“I will stop if you want me to, if not just shut up and go back to watching your movie.” 

He gave you no time to answer, looking once again at his phone, waiting for your verdict. You were sitting down, your knees were bent close to your chest, forming a tent around your legs, which meant no movements could be seen from Wooyoung´s hand in between there. He was half lying down half sitting up, his shoulders supported by two thick pillows and one of his hands was out from under the covers to hold his phone. The position didn´t seem suspicious at all and he never once stopped slowly pumping his middle finger inside you while you were having your little mental debate, and exactly because of that, your rational line of thought was getting further and further away by the second.  

You could deal with the consequences later, or Wooyoung could since he´s the one who started this mess out of literal nowhere. 

With no words you looked back towards the TV, noticing the smirk opening up once again on Wooyoung´s face from the corner of your eyes. His Tiktoks started playing loudly once again and he used his now more than coated middle finger to draw circles on your clit, your whole-body shuddering at the first contact.  

You wanted to keep an eye out for San, to stop everything if he happened to turn around, but it was physically impossible to keep your eyes open with the way Wooyoung knew how to use his stupid fucking finger. Your breath was already so shaky and you had to harshly bite down onto your lip to stop any sounds from coming out. 

Wooyoung was not even in a rush, his movements languid like he was just having his fun and had all the time in the world, which was honestly annoying because 1. you were already close and it was humiliating and 2. you couldn´t whine about it.  

You sensed he somehow knew you were close to the edge because he soon stopped circling your clit to now let two fingers inside of you, carefully looking for your sensitive spot – which he found abnormally fast considering most times you couldn´t even find it yourself. 

“If you keep trying to be quiet I´ll stop,” He warned, browsing through Tiktok like he wasn´t literally about to make you cum under the covers, not even batting an eye in your direction.  

You took a nervous look in San´s direction to check if he didn´t listen to Wooyoung´s words, but his fingers were still angrily pressing his keyboard. You could even listen to Yunho raging on his headphones. 

“He´s not going to listen, look” He rolled his eyes before raising his voice: “Hey San, you need to turn around and see how pretty Y/N looks with my fingers so deep inside of her-” 

“Wooyoung,” You slapped his shoulder in shock, eyes wide as you looked once again in San´s direction from any signs he had heart Wooyoung´s almost yell. He didn´t seem to have. 

“Oh,” Wooyoung smirked at you. “Interesting.” 

“What?” 

“Hey San, you wouldn´t believe this. Guess who´s clenching around my fingers every time I mention that you´re in the room with us.” 

Wooyoung let out a genuinely amused laugh and you would punch him if he wasn´t right, you didn't know why and it was an unconscious reaction, but a shiver went up your body when Wooyoung teasingly called San and a whine literally slipped out the second time he did it. Maybe you had an exhibitionist part of you that was never uncovered before. 

“So you like that San´s here, huh?” Wooyoung teased, “Kinky.” 

You were doing your very best to keep any noises inside but the closer you got, the harder it became. Wooyoung seemed to appreciate it because he would speed up slightly after each sound you let slip from your mouth, which meant you were about to lose this battle very soon.  

“I wonder, do you want us to get caught or the thrill is just in the fact that he´s here unaware of the mess you are from just my fingers?” 

“Wooyoung, I´m close,” You breathed out. 

Why oh why did you have to open your godamn mouth? The second you finished the warning, Wooyoung completely stopped what he was doing, fingers going still inside of you. 

“Now that´s no fun, is it? I´m enjoying playing with you so much.” 

“Wooyoung for fuck´s sake-” 

“Do you guys want to order something to eat?” San´s voice suddenly surprised you, making you almost jump out the bed as you now watched him taking his headphones off. “I´m getting kind of hungry.” 

Your breathing was even more erratic from the scare, but San was just innocently staring at the two of you, completely clueless to the way Wooyoung´s fingers were still inside of you and your walls were spasming so much around them you could almost cum with no stimulation.  

“Yeah, me too,” Wooyoung agreed, his eyes once again so naturally glued to his phone.  

“Do you want me to order it or will you do it?” San asked. 

Fucking Jung Wooyoung decided that was the perfect time to start moving his fingers once again instead of taking them out like any normal person would once their best friend was literally looking at the two of you.  

You were already so sensitive from being edged before, you had to dig your nails deep into the fabric of the covers to not moan out loud.  

“I can order,” Wooyoung answered and his voice didn´t even shake. “What do you feel like eating?” 

“See if any of the restaurants we like are opened,” San suggested.  

This can´t be really happening.  

You saw Wooyoung opening the food delivery app, scrolling down the options with one hand while the other pumped into you teasingly. 

“There´s that italian place on sunset, the shawarma one, Mc Donald´s, the chinese one we had with Seonghwa, pizza, mexican -” 

You stopped listening halfway through the list when the man next to you started to once again circle your clit. You wanted to physically stop Wooyoung´s hand but there was no way of putting your hands under the covers to hold his pulse without making what was going on completely obvious to San. 

“What do you think, Y/N?” San directed his attention to you.  

“Whatever is fine,” Your voice was really shaky and you couldn´t even look at San´s face for any reactions because not only were you too embarrassed, it was also taking every single fiber of your body to not moan out loud.  

You were so fucking close but you were not about to cum with San watching. 

Would it be too obvious if you elbowed Wooyoung super hard? 

“You can´t say that because every time we order something that isn´t exactly what you feel like eating you whine the whole night,” San lectured you.  

“Pi- Pizza then.” 

Could San see you were shaking? 

“Nice, what toppings?”  

You were so so close, you were in fact about to cum in front of your friends no matter how much you didn´t want to. Wooyoung has been teasing and edging you all night but the one time you truly wanted him to stop, he was giving no signs that he would save you. 

“I feel like pepperoni,” Wooyoung offered. 

“Hm, I kind of wanted cheese.” 

“Oh my god, just literally order whatever,” You groaned, or maybe moaned, you don´t even know anymore. 

Just please turn the fuck around. 

“Damn, -” 

“Sannie, could you do me a huge favor first? Can you bring me some antacid? My stomach is killing me,” Wooyoung frowned in fake pain. 

He was not even a little bit ashamed. 

“Sure man, be right back.” 

The second San was out of the room, Wooyoung threw the blanket to the side and practically jumped in between your legs, moving so fast you barely processed it until he was laying down with his head between your thighs. 

“You gotta be fast love,” He smirked up at you. 

“Oh, that won´t be a problem- Oh fuck.” 

You had not even finished the sentence and Wooyoung had already grabbed the bottom of your shorts and panties and pulled it to the side, his mouth immediately meeting your clit – and your thighs his ears consequently.  

Wooyoung´s free hand snaked between you two and he pushed two fingers inside of you while his tongue worked circles on your clit, you could even feel his soft plumpy lips against your skin and it was driving you insane enough to bite onto the back of your hand so you wouldn´t moan loudly.  

While before he was teasing you and moving slowly, now he was eating you out like a man starved and it took about less than a minute to get you shaking under him and grabbing his hair.  

Wooyoung looked up at you clearly pleased with himself, face looking like a mess as he placed your clothes back in place. You barely saw as he rolled back to his previous place and used the hem of his shirt to clean his chin, your brain was way too dead to think about anything at the moment other than catching your breath.  

“Dude, you´re so lucky. It was literally the last o- Oh,” It was comical the way San suddenly stopped, frozen in place. You followed his eyesight to nothing other than Wooyoung´s sweatpants, where a very apparent hard-on - that he either didn´t get the time to hide or just didn´t care - stood tall. “Bro, have some fucking manners, there´s a lady present.” 

You choked around air and held back your laughter. 

“You´re right. I´m sorry for tainting your innocence with this sight, Y/N. I´ll be in the bathroom for around 10 to 15 minutes correcting my mistake.”  

And with that, Wooyoung climbed on top of you to get out of the bed and leave the room. San took upon him to give you one last apology and explain some biology to you. 

“Sometimes boners are involuntary, we can´t control it. Sorry you had to see that, Wooyoung was raised by animals.”

[incendiobrock]

Surprise! {Damon Salvatore}

Summary: When no one is answering y/n’s calls or texts, they try their best to figure out what is going on in their friend group. Unaware of some supernatural issues, y/n is met with a surprise that changes their life forever. *This imagine is meant to be set somewhere in season 2ish*

A/N: The ending wasn’t where I was planning on leaving this imagine but I��m trying to clear out my drafts and this was written a year or so ago, so I’m going to leave it like this. Hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: fighting, slight language, mentions of blood, dying (stabbing), graphic

GIF ISN”T MINE CREDS TO OP (for the sake of this imagine pretend that’s Katherine and not Elena)

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You knocked lightly on the big wooden door, wondering why no one had been returning your phone calls. No answer, you should’ve known… You tried the metal door knob and shockingly it was unlocked. The heavy door slowly opened into the foyer of the old Victorian mansion. Your shoes made sounds that echoed through the house as they made contact with the wooden floor boards. You glanced around, noticing the deafening silence that filled the space normally filled with chaos. Something wasn’t right.

You were now standing in the living room, taking in your surroundings. Your brows furrowed as you noticed the fire smoldering in the fireplace. There was a dried puddle of blood staining the carpet, nearly three feet in front of you. A full glass of Damon’s bourbon sat discarded on a table.

“Hello?” You called out, now looking down the hallway and towards the stairs to the upper level of the house. You jumped, suddenly hearing a faint bang coming from the opposite end of the hallway. You walked quickly over to the door that led down to the cellar. As you went to push open the door it flew towards you revealing Elena who must’ve been coming back upstairs. “Jesus Elena! You scared the hell out of me!” You yelled, grabbing at your heart as you tried to steady your breathing.

She looked at you slightly confused, “What are you doing here?” Her voice was nearly a whisper. You went to answer her as she made her way in front of you, heading back into the living room. You followed quickly behind, “I have been calling you guys, no one answered me. I started to think something was wrong so I wanted to come see if you guys where here. Where’s Stefan?” It wasn’t unusual to see Elena without Stefan right by her side, but with all the vampire stuff surfacing he tended to try and stay close.

She sat on the sofa, propping her legs up on the table in front of her. “Uh- I think him and Damon went to go help out Bonnie. Something about her needing a grimoire.” She said, swirling around the glass of bourbon in her hands. Was she drinking this early in the day? You walked over and sat down beside her, copying her and placing your feet up on the table as you sunk into the back of the sofa.

“They found the grimoire yesterday, are you feeling okay Elena?” You slightly laughed, leaning over and placing the back of your hand on her forehead, checking for a temperature. Her eyes widened slightly, watching as you retracted your hand from her cold forehead. “Here, you’re freezing.” You said, handing over a blanket that always sat on the back of the sofa. “I’m going to go make you some hot tea.”

As you made your way into the kitchen you shook your head trying to clear your mind. You couldn’t shake the idea that something wasn’t right. After searching through cabinet after cabinet you finally found some tea bags. Chamomile should do, you thought. The metal tea kettle was placed onto the stove top, heating up the water. The buzz of your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you out of your thoughts.

Elena: Hey, where are you? Sorry for not answering your calls, Damon, Stefan and I have been all around town today.

You felt your heart sink instantly, if Elena was out with Damon and Stefan, who the hell was in the house with you? The tea kettle began to squeal as the water reached a boil. You rushed over and removed it from the stove, dumping the water straight into the sink. You needed to get out of this house immediately.

You reached for your phone once more, trying to quickly send a message to alert your friends what was going on back at their house.

“Someone is here at the house.” Was all you got to type before you heard footsteps come up from behind you. You hit send, letting Elena know before you whipped around to be faced with Elena?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asked you now, walking over to you and studying your facial expressions. You took a step back, your back making contact with the cool granite counter top, trapping you between the two.

“W-who are you?” You shakily whispered, tears forming in your eyes. This didn’t feel real.

“Y/n, it’s Elena.” She reassured, holding her hands out to you as if she was cautiously trying to calm you down. You pulled out your phone, showing her the message that “she” had sent you saying she was out with Damon and Stefan. She blinked quickly, shaking her head side to side. A lump formed in your throat waiting for her to speak again. “I don’t- I don’t know who sent that. I don’t have my phone. I promise it’s me. It’s me y/n, please.” She begged. Tears fell down your face as you pulled her into a tight hug.

In the matter of seconds you were shoved up against a wall, Elena’s hand cutting off your air as she squeezed your throat. Dark veins grew beneath her eyes as she smirked, revealing sharp, white fangs. Her teeth sunk into the wrist of her free hand, keeping the other wrapped tightly around your neck. You gasped for air, struggling against her strength that was holding your feet off the ground below. Her head flew back up as her wrist dripped fresh blood onto your shirt, “Drink up.” She grinned as she shoved her bitten wrist into your mouth, forcing you to drink her blood.

Your body dropped to the floor as she released you. You coughed, gagging on the hot, coagulated blood that poured down your throat. “Well, this will be fun.” You heard her voice ring through the air once again. Looking over your shoulder you saw her spinning a knife through her fingers skillfully. She grunted as she pierced the knife straight through your back, causing you to scream out in pain. The knife sliced through you as she yanked it back out. Blood began to spill out of your open mouth as you dropped to lay on your side. She then kicked you in the stomach causing you to lay straight on your back.

“P-please stop.” You cried, pain rushing through your entire body. The last thing you remember was her driving the knife straight through your heart.

—-

A ringing in your head pushed you awake. It was pounding in your skull as your eyes peeled open. Sun poured in through the window of kitchen, burning your skin like a thousand tiny fires. You screamed in agony, practically flying across the room to a wall that was void from the direct sunlight. The dryness you felt in your mouth, along with the pounding of your head and the intense feeling of fear overwhelmed you. Your body shook as you laid down, curling into a ball against the wall. Tears wracked through you as you remembered everything that happened, all the pain that you felt when Elena stabbed you with a knife. Elena stabbed you…

“Y/n?” Through your blurry vision you made out Elena’s form.

“Get away from me!” You screamed, crying loudly as you backed further into the wall. She rushed over to you, concern written all over her face as she knelt to your level. She quickly noticed the blood stains all over your shirt, paying extra attention to the dried blood around your lips. “Leave me alone! Stop it!” You thrashed around as she reached out to touch you. Stefan ran around the corner, watching as you coward away from Elena. She listened to your cries stepping away, and turning towards Stefan, silently asking him for an explanation. Before he could speak Damon used his vampire speed and zipped to your side, pulling your disheveled body into his strong arms. He heard your cries from outside the house and he felt the biggest rush of adrenaline to get to your side immediately. “Hey, hey, I got you. Shhh.” He whispered, stroking your hair as you cried into his shoulder.

Stefan and Elena watched painfully as you were cradled in Damon’s arms. “What’s happened?” Damon softly spoke up again. In between sobs you tried to inform him why you were so terrified, “E-Elena tried to- to k-kill me.”

“Oh shit.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he continued to rock you gently. He glanced back at his brother, knowing that they were thinking the exact same thing. “Katherine.” Damon said.

Damon carefully helped you stand up, insisting that he take you up to his bed where he could explain to you that Elena wasn’t the one who initiated this attack. You weakly clung to him as you hobbled towards the stairs. Passing through the living room, your skin ignited in flames again as you passed by a window. You let out another blood curdling scream, Damon swiftly picking you and placing out of the suns harmful ways. His eyes softened as he examined your face closely. That’s when Damon realized that Katherine hadn’t tried to kill you, she did kill you. You were dead, and it was all his fault. He hadn’t answered your calls or your messages asking where he was earlier in the day. By the time he made it back home, it was too late. You were a vampire.

“Come on sweetheart, let me take you to my room please.” You nodded in response as he re-scooped you into his arms, rushing you into his room where he laid you on the bed, using his vamp speed to shut all the curtains before the light caused you anymore pain. Damon made his way into a small box that he had hidden away in a drawer in his bathroom. He pulled it out, removing the lid carefully as he sifted through the jewelry inside. Being alive for a hundred plus years has caused him to come across a decent amount of antiques, including some jewelry. One of these antiques being a ring that originally belonged to his mother which he held closely to his heart. It was silver, with small engravings throughout the band. Damon had been saving it for someone special.

“Damon?” You spoke up, as you watched him intently. His crystal blue eyes made contact with yours, “I’m so hungry.” Was all you could get yourself to say, feeling your stomach twist into knots at the thought of being fed. Although, you weren’t too sure that it was food you were craving.

Of course, how could he forget? You needed blood to complete your transformation. Not that he had ever wanted you to go through this... He sighed, placing the ring down on the bathroom counter, dreading that he would have to tell you that you didn’t “almost die” but rather were unwillingly turned into a blood sucking entity like himself. He had come to terms with being a vampire, almost not being able to think about living any other way. However, he remembered how he felt back when he was freshly turned and how long it took him to accept his inevitable fate. That was something that he would have never wished upon you.

“I’ll be right back okay, stay here.” He demanded, leaving you behind and coming back with a blood bag. You sat up in his bed as he sat down besides you, handing over the bag. The smell that filled your nose was almost irresistible. It smelt like the sweetest, richest dessert, like the biggest Thanksgiving feast. Veins began to ripple under your eyes as your fangs sprouted for the first time. Hesitantly, you brought the blood bag up to your lips, sucking in the contents of the bag. You moaned at the taste as the blood trickled down your throat. In only a couple seconds you had finished off the bag, pulling it back from your lips. Then, it hit you. The burning in the sun, the intense emotions and feelings of pain, the sudden insatiable hunger…

“I’m dead.” You gasped out, dropping the empty blood bag onto the bed sheets. Damon placed his hands on either side of your face gently, turning you to look at him.

“I’m so sorry y/n… I should’ve been here to save you.”

You felt like a monster. Sure, you didn’t think that Stefan and Damon were monsters, but you didn’t know how to control yourself the way that they could. The veins began to form under your eyes again as you thought about blood.

“Katherine isn’t going to get away with this. I swear to God, she’s dead next time I see her. How dare she take away your life like this…” Damon ranted, feeling the rage that you did about your unexpected death.

A knock on Damon’s bedroom door made you both look towards it. “Damon?” It was Stefan. Damon let his brother in, Bonnie following closely behind. Bonnie was your good friend, and it took everything in you to not rush over and drink her blood. Not because you wanted to drink her blood, but because you felt so hungry and something almost caused you to do it anyways.

You focused in on your breathing to distract you from your hunger, watching as Damon passed Bonnie a ring. She took it in her hand and went and opened up a curtain, light pouring in and landing a few inches before you in bed. Bonnie began to mumble out a spell as the ring sat in the light. “Done.” She said, reopening her eyes and tossing the ring back to Damon. You could tell she was upset, she had blamed Damon for everything supernatural that was happening to her and her friends. To her, he was bad news. She couldn’t even look at you in your state, feeling as though the friend that she once knew was long gone.

After she rushed out of the room, and Stefan rushed after her, Damon came back to your side. “Here, let’s put this on.” You placed your hand in his as he held it out to you, using his other hand he gently slipped the ring onto your finger. Damon hated his mother, but he had to admit that giving his mother’s ring to you made him feel a certain type of way.

“I don’t know how to do this Damon…” You whispered, admiring the new daylight ring that you were given.

“That’s why I’m here. I left you once, I’m not doing it again. I’ll help you get through this… I love you.” The latter end of his sentence barely made it past his lips, he had never shared his feelings for you out loud. He wanted to tell you how he felt for months, but he didn’t want to scare you away. He couldn’t help but notice though that your heart would always beat a little bit faster when he would arrive, and how your face would flush when he playfully flirted with you.

“You what?” Maybe you were hearing things, although you considered it was highly impossible due to your new hearing abilities.

“I love you y/n. I have for awhile now.” He said again, this time at a normal level which proved that you hadn’t misheard the words that had fallen past his lips. Before you knew what was happening, you leaned in connecting your lips together. The way you both melted into the other was almost enough to kill you for the second time today. It was passionate, and desperate, but so gentle at the same time. As you pulled back apart you couldn’t help but smile, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you too Damon.”

“Well, isn’t this just the sweetest. Now you guys can truly spend the rest of eternity together.” Damon shot up out of bed shoving the girl you now know as Katherine into the wall behind her.

“What are you doing here? I told you to leave.” He spat out, a death grip held around her throat. You watched as she chuckled to herself, amused that she got such a rise out of him. He felt his knuckles growing white as he squeezed the life out of her body.

“Surprise!” She said hoarsely, an evil grin still etched onto her face. This all felt so eerie to you, Katherine and Elena looked completely identical. No wonder you thought that she was Elena, anyone would without some extra context. 

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heyy! how are you? Could you write a story in which reader and there close friends get into a serious argument which ruins there relationship and there close friend reveals that reader has a crush on Draco and reader somehow runs into Draco and then cries into his arms as he comforts her. This happened to me (the first part not the second part, my crush sided with my friend) and I feel like it'd help me cope xx make any changes as suitable!

Sorry if this is too long to read and if you have a similar request then ignore this xx

Love your writing btw xx

First of all I want to say that I am really sorry that this happened to you and I hope that by now everything turned out somewhat good again. Much, much love and strength to you and I really hope I got everything right and that you will like this fic!

I really suck at making up fights out of nowhere, so this kinda felt like I forced it to escalate but I hope that it all still makes sense and you enjoy reading (even though I´ve done some characters really dirty in this fic).

False friends and true love

You stared into the fire crackling inside the fireplace of your common room. You felt your eyes getting heavy as you watched the flames dancing, and the chattering of your friends lulled you in. You sighed comfortably as you snuggled up even more into the cosy blanket covering you, your eyes lazily drifting from the fireplace to your friends who had spread on the couches and armchairs next to you, talking about the latest Quidditch matches, homework and the upcoming exams.

You barely even noticed how you became dizzier and dizzier, slowly drifting off into sleep, until suddenly, your head fell to the side, hitting something hard, making you jolt up again, looking around in confusion.

“Easy there, (Y/n).”, you heard a voice chuckling next to you.

You turned your head and blinked at Draco in confusion, who grinned at you with a smug look on his face.

“Sorry, almost fell asleep.”, you mumbled, your face heating up immediately as you realized that your head had fallen, out of all the possibilities, on Draco´s shoulder.

“Nothing to be sorry about.”, your friend answered, the smile on his face only growing wider. “I´m glad to serve as your pillow. Even though I consider myself quite disappointed that apparently, our company isn´t entertaining enough to keep you awake.”

His snarky remark made you return his smile immediately.

“If you want to put it this way. But you could also argue that it is so soothing that I even feel safe enough to fall asleep.”

“I think I like this version much better, love.”, Draco chuckled.

“But regardless of your comforting company, I think I still prefer my own bed. So have a good night.”

You wanted to stand up, but Draco held you back.

“Are you sure you already want to leave, (Y/n)? You know, I wouldn’t mind functioning as your sleeping place once more.”

You let out a small laugh.

“I bet you don´t. But I feel like my neck wouldn’t benefit from this.”

“Well, if you should change your mind, you know where to find me.”, Draco winked, making the blush return to your face.

“Whatever.”, you huffed, quickly turning away from your friend, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flustered state. “Goodnight y´all.”

“I´ll join you.”, Pansy stated and quickly got up as well. But the mischievous look in her eyes already told you that she wasn’t doing so because she was tired.

And you were right. As soon as the door of the dorm you shared with your friend closed behind you, Pansy crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at you with narrowed eyes.

At first, you seriously considered ignoring your friend, but soon enough you realized that this strategy wouldn’t get you anywhere. You knew Pansy was rather determined and once she had something on her mind, she wouldn’t rest until she had gotten what she wanted.

You sighed as you let yourself fall onto the bed, looking at Pansy, while tilting your head.

“Alright, what is it?”

You already had a faint suspicion, still, you weren’t willing to give in that easily.

“Are you for real? Isn´t it obvious?”

“Obviously not, so would you care to enlighten me?”

Pansy walked up to you and dropped onto your bed right next to you. With the slyest grin, she looked at you.

“Draco and you?”

“Draco and me what?”, you asked, trying to act the innocent, even though you knew you failed spectacularly.

“Merlin, (Y/n). You could have cut the tension with a knife back in there. For a second, I thought that boy would just take you to his dorm immediately.”

“Pansy!”, you snapped, slapping her arm, but your friend just laughed.

“Tell me I´m wrong and tell me you wouldn’t have gladly joined him.”

“Obviously I wouldn’t.”, you said, but it was a lie and Pansy knew it just as well as you.

You had had a crush on Draco ever since you could remember and ever since you could remember, Pansy teased you about it. At first, you had really tried to deny your feelings for Draco, not only in front of Pansy but also yourself, but there was absolutely no point in lying. Neither to yourself nor to your friend. Pansy knew you like the back of her hand and to her, you were like an open book. She had often encouraged you to try and talk to Draco, assuring you that she was rather sure that he shared the feelings you held for him as well, but until now you had never dared to do so. Still, Pansy had never given up. And neither did she now.

“You could have just stayed and cuddled with him. He even told you he wouldn’t have minded. And you can´t tell me that there´s a single guy out there who would let you do so unless he is all over you.”

“Or unless he´s a good friend.”

“Oh yeah, because you cuddle with Blaise all the time. Or Crabbe. Or Goyle.”

“That´s different. They just ain´t that much into it.”

“But Draco is?”

“Well, obviously.”

“But only with you.”

“That´s not true.”

“So have you ever seen him cuddle with someone else?”

You hesitated for a moment. Because even though you hated to admit – Pansy was somehow right. You really had never seen Draco comfortable with anyone else being near him in that way before. Actually, most of the time, when other people came close to him, he backed up immediately, pulling a face in disgust. But when it was you, he only pulled you closer, from time to time -when no one else was around- actively looking for your closeness, acting so much more relaxed and loosened up, when he held you in his arms. Your relationship was for sure different from the friendships the two of you held with others, but that didn’t mean that there were any romantic feelings involved from his side, did it?

When you didn’t answer, only staring into the void with a faint smile on your lips, Pansy grinned superiorly.

“That´s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”, you brushed her off, hiding your face in your hands.

“Well, if it doesn’t mean anything, you surely won´t mind if I get Draco here so the two of you can continue where you left off.”

You gasped as you looked at your friend, still grinning at you.

“Don’t you dare, Pansy!”

“I´m just saying. I don’t mind sleeping in the common room tonight. And I could send Draco up here and tell him that…”

“You won´t tell him, Pansy. None of this, alright? Never! You have to promise.”

Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Obviously I won´t. What kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t keep a secret?”

And with that, she definitely had a point.

You slammed your book shut and groaned as you leaned back in your chair. The bushy-haired girl on the opposite side of the table did so as well, only that she was closing the book so carefully that you could have suspected it was a rare and precious relic and not only an old schoolbook.

“This wasn´t that bad after all, was it? We´re already halfway through.”, she spoke up.

You gasped in disbelief.

“Only halfway? I thought we were close to the end. We´ve been sitting on this for hours. I feel like my head is going to explode.”

“Well, you asked me for help because you wanted to do it right. So we will do it right.”

“Whatever.”, you huffed.

“Tomorrow at the same time then?”

“Tomorrow already? Can´t we take a break?”

“The longer we wait the longer it will take us to finish that. So we better be quick. I also got other things to do.”

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

You grabbed your books and threw them into your bag carelessly, making the girl in front of you frown.

You were already halfway out of the library when you turned around once more.

“And Granger?”

The girl with the red and golden tie around her neck glanced at you distrustfully. You forced your lips upwards into a small smile, even though you were quite sure it looked rather wry.

“Thanks for your help. I…” You bit your lip, trying to make the words not sound like the worst insult. “I really appreciate that.”

Carefully, the Gryffindor returned your smile.

“You´re welcome.”, she said, before turning to the books in front of her again, closing the one you had just used for your Ancient Runes essay and replacing them with the ones you used for History of Magic.

You shook your head in disbelief as you made your way to your common room. Your eyes already felt heavy and your mind groggy after the hours of work you had put into your one essay. How Granger could now continue to work on yet another one was just incomprehensible to you.

When you had finally reached the door to your common room, every thought about the Gryffindor was however replaced with the ones of a cosy spot in front of the fireplace and the much more pleasant company of your friends who would talk about much more interesting things than why the unicorn presented the number one, the graphorn however presented the number two in the language of the runes.

With a faint smile on your lips, you entered the room, heading for your usual seats. You already spotted your friends sitting there, engaged in a conversation.

You let yourself fall onto the expensive material of the armchair with a heavy sigh, stretching your stiff limbs.

“Sorry it took me so long.”, you stated. “I was sitting on that damn essay until just now. And we haven’t even finished it. Can you imagine this? Hours of work and no results yet. Merlin, this Gryffindor know-it-all all really had me on my toes. But at least it wasn’t as bad as I imagined it. I just hope that in the end all of the work will pay off. I really can´t afford yet another bad grade.”

You placed your feet on the coffee table in front of you and looked at Pansy and Blaise, who were sitting on the couch next to you, expectantly. But instead of some understanding words, you were only met with icy silence. Pansy didn’t even look at you, while Blaise´s glance shifted between you and your friend.

“What? Are you lost for words?”, you chuckled, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“That´s one way to put it.”, Pansy muttered under her breath, her eyes shooting daggers into your direction.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you returned her look. Pansy was a master at daunting other people and making them feel like they had just committed a war crime just by looking at them, but normally, she reserved those glares for the people of other houses, especially the Gryffindors. And if she looked at one of her best friends like you had just drowned some kittens, you must have screwed up something really bad. But for the love of Salazar, you couldn’t figure out what it was. Your gaze shifted to Blaise, silently seeking for help, but the boy just pursed his lips and looked away.

You sighed and sat up straight, returning Pansy´s glare without blinking once.

“Alright, tell me, what is it then?”

Your friend raised an eyebrow mockingly, but there was no actual amusement in her voice as she said: “Really, (Y/n)? You can´t think of anything? You must be down even worse than we thought.”

“Down for what? What are you talking about? Is something wrong?”

“Certainly.”

“For Merlin´s sake, Pansy! Just quit your games and tell me already!”

“Why should I? If you don’t get it yourself, I´m afraid we can´t help you anymore.”

You groaned in resignation. You wouldn’t be able to get out of her what you wanted to know like this. Pansy had closed up completely and it looked like she wouldn’t open up that easy again. And you knew for sure that trying to get something out of Blaise was impossible in almost every state. Yet you took a deep breath and forced yourself to smile sweetly at Pansy.

“Alright, I see where this is going. So what does my best friend in the whole wide world wants me to do for her so she will finally tell me what I did to upset her today?”

 Pansy crossed her arms in front of her chest, still glaring at you.

“Well, I can´t tell you, because by best friend you obviously can´t be referring to me.”

Your face fell.

“What?”

Your roommate smiled at you so calmly as if she hadn’t just given you evil tidings.

“I think you heard me correctly, (Y/l/n).”

Even though the fireplace was still lit up, the fire inside burning brightly, you felt the temperature dropping by a few degrees at her words.

“Quit the show, Pansy. Either tell me what´s wrong now or stop behaving like this, this really isn’t funny.” You heard your voice shaking.

Pansy stood up from her place, walking up to you slowly, before she came to a halt right in front of you, towering over you. To her right and left you could see some people shooting you some curious glances.

“You´re right, (Y/l/n), this really isn’t funny at all. All of those years I shared my room with some filthy bloodtraitor who brought so much shame to the entire house of Slytherin.”

By now, you were absolutely sure that whatever this was about, the situation was certainly serious. Because Pansy knew better than anyone else that this insult wasn’t something to make fun of. Bloodtraitors were the worst witches and wizards to ever exist, in your opinion, willingly abandoning their rights and obligations and betraying the people closest to them, disgracing their entire bloodline. You tensed in your armchair, straightening your back as you glared up at your friend.

“What did you just say?”, you asked, still hoping that you had just misheard what Pansy had said. Your voice was dangerously low because even though it was your best friend standing right in front of you, you couldn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t hex her nastily if she would repeat what she had just said.

But Pansy didn’t seem to be impressed because she looked you dead in the eyes and said: “Do you really want me to repeat that, (Y/l/n)? Isn´t all of that already embarrassing enough for you?”

“Alright, Pansy, tell me who knotted your wand or quit the bullshit and leave me alone.”

The girl let out a humourless laugh.

“I certainly won´t leave. But I will gladly help you pack your things if you want to.”

“Why should I? This is my home just as it is yours.”

“Not anymore. You lost your privilege of calling this place home the second you got involved with that filthy mudblood.”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“Hold on, that´s what this is about? That I work on that essay with a Gryffindor?”

“A Gryffindor, a friend of Potter and a mudblood.”, Pansy spat out.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“So? It´s not the first time we use others to get us some good grades, is it? And if I remember it correctly you even encouraged me to do so, because you couldn’t help me.”

That was true indeed. When you had a good cry on Pansy´s shoulder about how you didn’t know how you would pass the class, she had actually told you that you should just ask the person who was on top of the class for help, since none of your friends had taken the class this year and you were on the edge of a breakdown. And the person who was the best in your class happened to be Hermione Granger. And when you had realized that there was no way of talking her into doing your work for you, you had grudgingly agreed to partner up with her for the class, something neither you nor the Gryffindor had exactly been looking forward to, but your teacher had however been delighted about. And now Pansy actually wanted to blame you for taking her advice?

“I told you to look for someone to do your work, not to become best friends with.”

“What do you think we were doing? We were studying, Pansy. Not braiding each other’s hair.”

“Yes, you were studying. And you talked with her. And smiled at her. And in the end, you even thanked her. Millicent has told me all about it.”, Pansy snapped.

Your gaze fell on the said girl, who was sitting in a chair not far away, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as she looked at you disapprovingly, thrusting her jutting jaw forward.

“So am I supposed to keep a straight face for hours, showing everyone how much I hate studying with that girl and in the end not even thanking her for helping me out, even though I still need her?”, you asked in disbelief.

Pansy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Ain´t that hard, is it?”

“Pansy, you know I need a good grade in that essay or I´ll fail that class.”

“So?”

“So? I need this class. I need those grades. I´m really sorry if you don’t like that, but right now I need to set my priorities and they certainly aren’t keeping you content with me all the time.”

“So you choose your work with a mudblood over your friends? Your family?”

“No, Pansy. I choose a good degree over your personal vendetta.”, you answered, before you stood up, now being face to face with the girl you had always thought had been your friend. “Tell me when you can think straight again, but until then just leave me alone. I really can´t deal with that childish behaviour right now.”

You wanted to pass her, but Pansy stepped in your way.

“You might consider this childish, (Y/l/n), but I´m just loyal to my house. Something that you don’t seem to care about anymore.”

“How dare you call me out like this?”, you responded, raising your voice. “I am just as loyal to this house as everyone else in here. Salazar, you know I wouldn’t be a Slytherin if I wouldn’t be.”

“Seems like even the sorting head can be wrong from time to time.”, Pansy scoffed, looking at you in disgust. Then she stepped to the side, finally paving the way. “And now get out of here, we don’t want to see you in here ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you´re talking for everyone now?”, you mocked, convinced that the others wouldn’t share Pansy´s opinion, but as you looked around, your confidence was crushed rather quickly.

The entire common room had witnessed Pansy´s and your conversation and everyone seemed to have a clear opinion about what had happened. But not in the way you had hoped. You could see the disappointment and disgust in the eyes of the people you had shared the biggest part of your life with over the past few years, noticed how they shook their heads in disapproval, crossing their arms in front of their chests as if they wanted to build a barrier between you and the people you had considered your family. Lastly, your gaze settled on Blaise, who was still sitting on one of the couches, his face showing no emotion.

“Oh, c´mon, you all can´t be serious, can you?”, you asked, trying to force yourself to smile, but failed terribly.

“You know the rules, (Y/n).”, Blaise spoke up, his voice sounding almost bored, even though he knew very well that his words would shatter your heart. “No encounters with mudbloods. No encounters with Gryffindors. No encounters with people who threaten our world. And you did all of these things.”

By now you could feel tears pricking in your eyes, but you blinked quickly to prevent them from falling.

“You should really leave now.”, Pansy hissed, the grin on her face making you suspect that she enjoyed this situation way too much. And it broke your heart that she did so.

“Come back when you remember where you belong.”, Blaise added.

“That´s not on you to decide. You can´t just kick me out.”, you rejected.

“Well, it doesn’t look like anyone minds, does it?”, Pansy responded.

And when your gaze flickered through the room once more, you hated the fact that you had to agree with Pansy. Right now, no one seemed to be on your side. You had done nothing wrong, yet they all treated you like a leper.

“But Draco. Draco isn’t here. You can´t decide this without him.”, you started one last weak attempt, not only clutching at straws that Draco would understand your situation and support you, but also knowing that every Slytherin respected the boy and wouldn’t dare to speak up against him.

But while you saw some people looking rather uncertain at the mention of the Malfoy heir, Pansy just giggled maliciously.

“That´s just so sweet, (Y/l/n). You really think Draco is going to save you?” Her voice was dripping from fake petty. “You really think that he isn´t going to be disgusted when he finds out that you encounter the enemy? Out of all the people you think that Draco will understand your friendship with a mudblood who is also Potter´s filthy girlfriend?”

“She isn’t….”, you tried to contradict, but Pansy continued unbothered.

“You really think that he won´t hate you just as much as we all do by now. That he won´t hold your betrayal against you?” She giggled again. “You know, I will almost feel sorry for you when Draco finds out, you know that? It´s really going to break your little heart when he abandons you as well. It´s quite the opposite of what you were hoping for, isn’t it?”

You felt your heart in your mouth. You knew that all of this was just a big misunderstanding. You weren’t quite sure yet whether Pansy intentionally hurt you or if she actually thought that you had betrayed your house the way she had portrayed it, but you knew that even after everything she had said, you still loved her. She was still a part of your family and you just knew that you would be able to forgive her her cruel words one day when she would realize the mistake she had made and would beg you for forgiveness. But if she would actually reveal what you were really feeling for Draco, now that the entire house of Slytherin was listening, you knew that your trust in her would be damaged lastingly.

Your eyes were locked with Pansy´s, silently pleading to not say something that she couldn’t take back, but Pansy´s glare wasn’t affected by it. She returned your gaze without blinking once when she said -loud enough for everyone to hear-: “Merlin, (Y/l/n). You had a crush on this boy ever since the first day and now you´re throwing it all away for some stupid mudblood. That´s really pathetic.”

The room around you started to spin, slowly at first and then faster and faster, when the buzzing in your ears mixed with the whispering and laughter of the people around you. All you wanted to do was to break down right away, run to your dorm, lock the doors and never get out again, but when you saw Pansy grinning at you, apparently enjoying the effect her words had had on the room, you knew that you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

And when you spoke up again, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm your voice sounded, when you said: “You know what, Pansy? Even if this was true, it wouldn’t be half as pathetic as throwing away a friendship over some stupid rumours and not even listening to the person you have always called your best friend.” You waited a moment until the echo of your words had vanished in the room that had fallen quiet again, eager to listen to what you had to say, before you took a deep breath and added: “And about your question what kind of friend you would be if you aren’t able to keep a secret; the answer is you ain´t one at all.”

Just for a second, you thought you could see some regret shimmering in Pansy´s eyes, but you didn’t look at her long enough to be sure of it. You just walked past her, ignoring the glances of the people around you, as you tried to prevent your legs from giving in, at least until you would be out of sight for the people that had until this very day had meant the most to you.

But while you were rather proud of yourself for not letting your guard down while you had still been in the common room, the moment the door had closed behind you, the tears had started to fall and until now they hadn’t stopped yet. Ever since you had walked away from the common room almost half an hour ago, you had wandered around the castle aimlessly. It was sheer luck that you hadn’t crossed ways with some other students or -even more likely since it was almost curfew- any of the professors or Filch. You had absolutely no idea where you were going or how you would explain to anyone why you were still out, with puffy eyes and looking like an absolute mess. All you knew was that you certainly wouldn’t go back to your dorm tonight. Maybe if you would go to the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey would allow you to stay the night if you would claim to feel sick or have a bad headache. You knew that Madame Pomfrey wasn’t easy to get fooled but given your pathetic appearance you were quite sure that she wouldn’t ask too many questions. And how you would continue from that point on, you could still think about tomorrow.  

For now, there was a much more important question occupying your mind. After the entire common room had heard what Pansy had blurted out about your feelings for Draco, you were absolutely sure, that the latest by tomorrow, the entire school would know. If you were honest, you didn’t actually care about your stupid classmates gossiping about how (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy, you knew that these kinds of rumours had spread across the castle´s grounds rather often already, but what you did care about was what Draco would think about it if someone would tell him in every small detail - and probably some rather subjective interpretation - about the entire situation and Pansy´s words.

After Pansy had exposed you like this in front of everyone and didn’t even seem to be sorry about it at all, you had already kind of accepted that you had lost your best friend – probably forever- but after everything she had said tonight, you weren´t even as sad about it as you thought you should be. Pansy had made her decision. She had decided to believe some stupid rumours without even questioning them, had decided to let her pride and her prejudices ruin one of the longest and closest relationships both of you had ever had. This was on her. Not on you. But with Draco, it was different.

Not only because you loved the boy in a way so different from everything you had ever felt before, but also because Draco would – the moment he would walk into the common room – be assailed with narratives of all the people he trusted the most and who had already formed an opinion about what had happened. And an opinion about you. And you were rather sure that most of them wouldn’t be exactly well for you.

At the mere thought of what Draco was thinking about you maybe at this very moment, if he had by now already entered the common room and heard all those nasty things about you, you felt the tears welling up in you all over again. Draco would be so disgusted by you. Maybe he would even hate you. But the worst thought about this was that he was probably disappointed in you. You could vividly imagine how the blond boy was sitting in his usual armchair, staring into the fireplace, while Pansy would tell him how you had betrayed them all. How you had betrayed him. And when Pansy would be finished, Draco would look at Blaise, hoping he would contradict, but Blaise would just shrug his shoulders and say something like: “I know, man, we all didn’t expect it. But Millicent saw them in the library. And Montague as well.” And then Draco would shake his head and let out a sigh, wondering how he could have ever been fooled by you like that. And the next time you would see him, his gaze wouldn’t be full of affection but would be cold, maybe even indifferent. And he would walk towards you, but instead of coming to a halt in front of you, he would just walk past you, probably giving you a small nod and say: “(Y/l/n)”. And then he would punish you with his neglect, knowing that this would be the worst thing that he could ever do to you.

Your vision was blurry, and your hands were shaking when you turned around the next corner, still not knowing where to go. But your walk was curbed rather harshly when suddenly, you bumped into someone.

“Easy there, (Y/n).”, you heard a deep voice chuckling.

And it was the same voice you had just played in your head over and over again. Only that now that he was actually standing in front of you, Draco´s voice didn’t sound as cold as you had imagined it but was as warm and affectionate as you were used to it. And when you glanced up at the tall Slytherin through the haze of your tears, you could see him smiling down at you without hesitation. You gulped heavily. Probably, Draco hadn’t met any fellow Slytherins yet who had told him what had happened back in the common room. This was the only explanation for why he kept so calm around you.

“I was already looking for you, love.”, Draco continued. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his smile unfazed.

For a moment you felt some irritation welling up in you. Why was he looking for you? Did he already know after all? But if he did, why was he still so gentle around you? But either way; why was he smiling at you while you were obviously upset, with tears still running down your face? Did he already hate you so much that he enjoyed seeing you like this?

But all those thoughts were pushed back because you forced yourself to savour every moment, he would still be nice to you. With all your willpower, you tried to imprint the softness in his eyes and the way his voice sounded when he called you by his favourite nickname for you into your mind, in case it would be the last time.

Draco however didn’t show any intention of pushing you away anytime soon. Instead, he pulled you to one on the windowsills, hidden behind one of the permeable walls of the castle, where you were shielded from curious glances. When the boy took your hand into his bigger one, you followed him without hesitation, until he sat down on the sill and signified you to do the same.

Draco just stared at you, his face showing no emotion, when you sniffled quietly, trying to wipe away the tears, still burning in your eyes. Only when you had finally given up trying to fix the mess the tears had done to your face, the Slytherin finally cleared his throat.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“You don’t really want to tell me you don’t know yet, do you?”, you responded. You didn’t intend your voice to sound that bitter, but you were just too exhausted to try and hide it.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“I heard quite a few things tonight. But I want to hear it from you as well.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Well, you´re the first one.”

You didn’t know why now that you finally had a chance to explain yourself, you got as defiant as you did now. But when you glanced at Draco, he just looked at you, not seeming to hold your words against you and waiting patiently for you to explain yourself. And at that moment you suddenly knew that you just had to take this chance. Obviously, you couldn’t be certain how Draco would think about the entire story, but for some reason, you just knew that the bond between the two of you was way too strong to be destroyed by all the things that had happened today. Draco and you had always sticked together. And that wouldn’t change today.

The moment you came to that realization, the words started to tumble over your lips. With every word you spoke, the pressure that had been put on you was falling off more and more. And Draco listened patiently to everything. From your fear of failing the class, to how you may or may not had been a bit friendlier to Granger than you had been supposed to and finally how everyone was holding exactly that now against you, even -or more precisely especially- Pansy, who had not only broken with you but had also said some things you had told her in confidence. That however was the only point where you left out some details. Even though you strongly suspected that some idiot had already told Draco how you were actually feeling for him, after all the time you had been keeping it from your friend, you just couldn’t bring yourself to say those words out loud in front of him.

When you had come to the end of your report, the tears, that over time had almost dried, came back in full force.

“I just don’t get it.”, you sniffled. “She is – she was my best friend. And now I don’t even know if any of this has ever been real. I mean if it would have been, she wouldn’t have done this to me, would she? Salazar, Pansy hates me so much, Draco. The entire house does now. Everyone does.”

Your voice broke down and you lowered your head when yet some other tears were making their way down your cheeks.

Until now, Draco had quietly sat on the windowsill, looking at you with narrowed eyes the entire time, his eyes not leaving your face for once. But now that you had fallen silent, he quickly stood up, and with one large step, he was standing in front of you, grabbing your hands to make you get up as well, before pulling you into a tight embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as humanly possible.

“I don’t hate you, (Y/n).”, he mumbled into your hair. His voice was low and you could feel the vibration of the words in his chest, making you shiver. “I don’t hate you and I never could. And if the others actually think like that, they´re all idiots. Merlin, forget it. They´re idiots anyway. You´ve done nothing wrong, love. Trust me, this isn’t on you.”

“But why does it feel like it is?”

“Because everyone has told you it is. And now you start to believe it yourself. But I´m here to tell you that you´re not.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“I know you, (Y/n). Salazar, you´re one of the best people I´ve ever met. All you did was ask for help.”

“Exactly, I showed weakness. In front of a mudblood.”

“Sometimes you can bend the rules a bit, love. You did it because you had to. There´s nothing wrong with that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and felt yourself relax into Draco´s arms a bit.

“Says you.”, you mumbled.

“Exactly. And if even I can say that, then it has to be true, doesn’t it?”

You were pretty sure that under every different circumstance and with every different person, Draco would have probably given them hell for even talking to someone like Granger at all, let alone working with her. But maybe this was the reason his words calmed you down even more. The Slytherin was willing to go against those values he believed in so strictly just to cheer you up. And it worked better than you would have guessed.

Draco and you stayed in the embrace for a couple more minutes, until even the last tears had dried up and most of the tension had left your body. And even though you now felt just exhausted and would have done anything for him to keep on holding you like this for just a bit longer, you pulled back slightly, until you were able to look Draco in the eyes again. When his eyes met yours, he smiled softly, holding a tenderness in his eyes you had never seen in him before.

“Thank you.”, you said. Your voice sounded slightly raspy.

The smile on Draco´s face only widened.

“There´s nothing to thank me for, love.”

“No, for real, Draco. I… I felt really shitty about all of this but now I feel… like maybe there is a way to work it all out.”

“And if there isn’t one, we´re going to make one.”

You looked at him hopefully.

“We?”

“Of course. We´re in this together, don’t you think?”

“Why?”

“Purely selfish reasons.”, Draco smirked. “I want to see that pretty smile of yours again as soon as possible.”

You couldn’t help your lips twitching up at his words, making Draco grin smugly.

“See, my life would be a lot worse without this.”

You nudged him.

“Oh, just shut up!”

“Why? It´s the truth.”

You let out a small giggle before you grew serious again. Because with all the affection Draco was showing you now, you were reminded of another certain detail, one you would rather forget but you knew that it was probably for the best if you would bring it up before anyone else would.

“Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You… you said you heard a few things about what happened back in the common room before you came looking for me.”

Draco nodded, now looking a bit grimmer again, as he remembered all the nasty things he had never imagined anyone could ever think - let alone speak out loud - about you.

“And did you… did they… I mean, have you also heard something about you. About us I mean. Not that there is much to say, but I just… I don’t know… Pansy said a few things earlier and I just want to make sure that this… I just don’t want you to get something wrong about it.”

Draco nodded again, his eyes never leaving yours, as he brushed some strands of hair out of your face, letting his fingertips ghosting over your cheek, making you shiver.

“We don’t have to talk about this now, (Y/n). There´s pretty much been going on tonight and if you´re not ready for this now…”

“No! No, it´s alright. Just… What did you hear?” Even though you were scared of what would happen next, even though you were scared that you might lose the last person who you were still meaning something to by this as well, you knew that none of these things would get any better if you waited any longer or would just ignore it. “If you want to tell me of course.”, you added quickly, as you noticed the indecisiveness in Draco´s eyes.

“Well, a few people came up to me and told me that… Apparently, you told Pansy that…” Draco shook his head and took a deep breath. “No, you know what, it doesn’t matter what she said. What any of them said. This… should be about us.”

You just nodded, your eyes flickering anywhere but meeting Draco´s, until suddenly you felt a hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look up at the blond boy again, who was looking at you intensively.

“(Y/n), do you have a thing for me?”

You gulped heavily at the straightforwardness of his question. There was not much to beat around the bush, so you just nodded. The nod looked a bit rigid, also given to the fact that his hand was still placed at your chin, but it was unmistakably a nod.

Your head was running wild, imagining all the things that could go wrong about this, from Draco feeling betrayed by you, to taking back everything he had said within the last minutes, but none of those things happened. Instead, a small grin appeared on the boy´s face again, spreading more and more with every second passing.

“Then you might want to know that I have a thing for you as well, love.”, he said in a husky voice, sounding as if the confession had almost knocked the air out of his lungs as much as it did to you.

You blinked at the boy in confusion, having to take a moment to let his words sink in.

“You… you also…”, you stammered when you had finally found your voice again.

Draco nodded.

“One could say I am stupidly in love with you, as some of these people have expressed so elegantly. So yes, I also.”

You looked at the Slytherin with widened eyes, feeling a warmth flushing through your entire body, you had never felt before.

“Are you going to let me kiss you now, or what?”, Draco chuckled, when he saw the still perplexed look on your face.

Still too stunned to speak, you just nodded.

And when Draco finally gently pressed his lips on yours, you couldn’t quite remember anymore why you had thought that this day would end so miserably in the first place. All that you could think of at this moment were Draco´s lips on yours and his hand wandering from your chin to your cheek, cupping it, before continuing its way to the back of your head to pull you even closer to him, while his other hand sneaked around your waist, striving the same. He never loosened his grip once, only trying to pull you even closer than before, his touch comforting you, reminding you that you were anything but alone in this world. Because Draco would stay with you, no matter which challenges you would have to meet in the future and with him by your side you were positive that you would master them effortlessly.

Only when your lips were swollen and your lungs burning, you finally pulled back slightly, still his arms stayed where they were, not wanting to lose the feeling of closeness completely.

“We should probably get back soon.”, Draco mumbled. His lips brushed against yours as they moved. “It´s already after curfew and you need to get some sleep. This was a long day.”

Unwillingly, you tensed under his touch as you shook your head.

“I can´t go back there. How am I supposed to sleep in a dorm with her after everything that happened? After everything she said?”

“Well, at least some of it turned out to have a positive outcome after all, didn’t it?”, Draco responded, pecking your lips, but he quickly grew more serious again when he saw you shooting him a deadly glare. He sighed. “Alright, love. Maybe I got a different idea.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him questioningly as Draco smirked at you.

“What if I told you,”, he said, as his thumb brushed over your lips tenderly, “that there is a place that will make all your dreams come true and I can promise that Pansy won´t be nowhere in sight?”

You gasped and slapped him against his chest lightly.

“Draco Malfoy, if you´re suggesting I´ll get back with you to your dorm, let me tell you that I certainly won´t…”

“Even though this idea sounds more than tempting”, Draco interrupted you, “that isn’t what I have in mind. I mean a room that will literally shape into everything that you are wishing for. And I´m sure, a cosy bed won´t be an exception. And tomorrow morning, I´ll get you your school supplies and after class, we´ll think about how we´re going to go on, alright?”

You looked at the boy in front of you with narrowed eyes, but at this point, you were actually too exhausted to argue and Draco´s idea actually sounded just way too good to question it. So you just nodded.

Draco grinned at you smugly, as he took a step back, letting go of you, before his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Follow me then, my love. I promise you won´t be disappointed.”

You returned his smile without hesitation.

“As if you ever could disappoint me.”

“Obviously. As long as we´re together, everything will turn out just fine.”

And when you followed Draco, you just somehow felt that he was right. One way or another, everything would work out. You were sure of that.  

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[exhumd]

prompt. ″ 💋 ″ BRICK @madestars & * blossom .

FOR ONCE , townsville is at peace . lights strung through the buildings , bathing the fresh snow in a cacophony of colors ; something that could be described as a unicorn barfing over townsville , thank you bubbles , but still somehow managing to look elegant in the same nature . ( blossom will pat herself on the back for managing that , if it weren ' t for her , downtown would look like a tangle of chaotic lights ) . the quiet invades even the most raucous alleys . it ' s the night that swallows the noise . SILENCE MAKES ITS FRIENDSHIP WITH WINTER .

chilled breezes sift the snow flakes from the clouds that they hang in ; A BREATH ; a tundra chasing the frigid , easy where it trickles down the throat . IT ' S SECOND NATURE , WHERE THE COLD BURROWS AGAINST THE LARYNX , too regularly to be foreign . being just as comfortable as the chunky sweaters regularly worn , or the childhood blanket she still has . still , she hovers close to brick , trying not to get too close while trying not to stray in a complicated equation of her own . there ' s an awareness that she ' s VERY likely overthinking this distance , but that comes with the territory [ brick ] .

A BONFIRE , do you worry you ' ll melt ? . . . a perfect heat ; his warmth made to compliment your coldness .

it ' s when there's an OVERHELMING catch of quiet that blossom feels more attention than normal . two plus two equals four , and it feels just as easy to do the math here . plasma eyes widen with their surprise when it reaches the top of their heads , unmistakable red berries garnished with the halo of green leaves , in the same moment she wants to scream NO . similarly to every other instance where they ' ve collaborated , it ' s pressured . . . RIGHT ? big eyes of those same children who look up to the powerpuff girls , to her , stare up at the two of them now . where hushes giggles bubble from the young girls , the disgusted groans from the boys , a distant dissonance hailing from both sides . not to mention that their siblings are somewhere hanging around and , well , it ' d be damning .

blossom would normally agree , would scrunch her nose with poorly veiled distaste at the mere thought that kissing him could even recognized as enjoyable , or as something she WASN ' T pressured into . but , there are times when she starts to slip into whatever charm he has over the rest of the girls in townsville . it was an annoying phenomenon when they first returned and it ' s only gotten worse . even now , it weasels around , lurking . blossom isn ' t immune either , even if he digs under her skin and makes her red in the face . she can ' t deny that he has a special kind of charm ; but she ' d never repeat that .

❛ let ' s get this over with ❜ is a quick grumble from the redhead , her speed making it easy to float and close the distance between the two of them , though , rather than direct contact blossom opts to press her lips to his cheek -- moving too hurried and narrowly missing where she ends up kissing the corner of his mouth instead . UH WHAT ? immediately , eyelashes flutter and open , expression steady with the panic shuffling beneath ; obvious where her blood pools and gathers in her cheeks .

[fllagellant]

Tagged by my friend @babeoffrontiers MWAH thank youu

Name: Zerxes Sarbis

Nickname(s): Pyre , in reference to his work and to give him a name ( never gave his name to people he worked with ) , but by the companions ? Gale calls him “ Dusk Bloom “ bc he thinks it’ s romantic ( it is . ) Shadowheart probably defaults to calling him “ Kelemvorite “ and he defaults to calling her “ Sharran “ . It’ s sweet when they do it to each other but god help anyone who does it to them

Pronouns: He / It ( transguy )

Star Sign: North Star

Height: 6’ 2 ( w/o horns . Horns give a handful of extra inches )

Orientation: indigiqueer bisexual demiaro .. if you asked he’ d just default to queer

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling

Romancing: Gale .. his pocket wizard

Fave Fruit: Cherries or Granny Smith Apples . He has a habit of eating cherries and keeping all the pits in one cheek until he’ s finished eating all of the cherries . Give him an apple and he’ ll demolish that thing

Fave Season: Spring , bc of the increase in rain . Put him in a thunderstorm he is At Peacd

Fave Flower: Peace Lily

Fave Scent: … Grave dirt . Um . Also Burnt Sugar , Ink , Tinmask Spores ( in careful doses ) and Rain . Ofc

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee with Hot Chocolate mixed in . Bitter sweet

Average Sleep Hours: 4 at most .. he runs okay on that amount ( he rlly should be getting 8 but . Yknow)

Dogs or Cats: … He’ s scared of both and had very little interaction with either growing up . Scratch was the first dog he interacted with and His Majesty was the first cat . But , Tara is very nice to him . So he thinks he’ s a cat person

Dream Trip: hm . He’ s already been to most places he can think to visit .. Really , the last place on his list is the Astral Sea ..

Amount of Blankets: One . That he Will kick off in his sleep

Random Fact(s):

Due to the fact his right eye + the skin around it technically isn’ t his , sometimes it will blink / twitch out of sync . It is Disorienting

Regularly asks the companions what they want their possible final rites to be . When they first met , this was extremely concerning . Now , it’ s kinda comforting

Was a rather accomplished harp player as a teen , could probably pick it back up with ease if he ever found time

I think most of my Mutuals have been tagged for this but .. extending the offer to @sixteenstrikes @illithidactivities andd @faeriefirelightshow & @menzoberranyr AND anyone else who wants to participate !! If u already did it … do it once more … also I did one of these for Danior as well !!

[sharransepulchre]

[ cont . ] - @neverhangd

Anne huffs out a laugh when, of all things, gambling is associated with her profession—oh, but then, she hasn’t been full honest about her occupation, has she? A quip about playing the cards dealt to her raises begins forming in the mind but dies well before reaching the lips, open shock cracking across Anne’s face. She…wasn’t expecting to be taken up on this, to say the least.

Struck dumb, the pirate sailor could only stare. Doused with the sobering realizations that she both has managed to win over Shadowheart and now inexplicably must live up to a reputation she hasn’t realized she’d garnered, Anne staggers off. (Shadowheart’s lean feels like a dismissal, after all.)

And later, soberer, when nobody else stirred in the camp—Anne slipped away into the night and up to the summit of the northern hill, feeling fully out of her element until she came to the top. There’s something soothing for Anne in the brisk evening breeze, the melting of the line of the horizon off into the distance. It reminds her of home, even if the horizon looks so very different from here. She seeks out the Arrows of the Gods on instinct, comforted to find them still fixed in the sky, pointing the way east. Any sailor’s friend in uncharted waters, a compass read anywhere under open skies.

“Helluva meeting place.”

❝ oh , isn ' t it just ? ❞ Shadowheart's low, sultry tone sings out over the open air, a quiet hum like a melody from a distant lute. On the swell of the hill, bathed in the thin beams of the radiant mood above, is the daughter of darkness. A blanket laid down on the soft yet somewhat spiky grass below, a dark purple to match the rest of her Sharran ensemble. Shadowheart, settled a top with generous room to her left, was dressed in her typical camp clothes - a pair of tight leather pants, black and gold, and a corset-like top to finish. Her camp clothes, also standard issued Sharran garb, hugged her form in all the right ways, and the vest-like front was undone just enough to tease a tasteful amount of pale, supple cleavage. Her cloistered slides are set aside, lest she trample over her blanket with shoes on - and her feet are tucked beneath her and to the side. Her braid, pulled over her right shoulder, with midnight black hair still in its plait - as she had never taken it out in front of her companions.

Held in slender fingers was a half-full glass of wine, the dark red liquid sloshing around above the stem as she swirls it with deliberate intention. Her dark, evergreen eyes watch as Anne climbs the hill, cresting it slowly, and a mysterious little smirk plays at her lips.

❝ and here i thought you wouldn ' t show . ❞ She remarks, tipping her head, as the rim of the glass kisses sultry lips. Her slow, steady breaths fogs the rim ever so slightly, and her eyes refuse to leave the barbarian who stalks up the hill. Alone, at last. ❝ come , sailor , ❞ She says, as if she were a siren, her honey words dripping with devious intention, thick with words she hasn't uttered. ❝ won ' t you keep a girl company , for the night ? ❞

[verdant-mischief]

His Brightest Star

Remus is lying awake, staring up at the ceiling, listening to Peter shift restlessly around in his bed and James turn the pages of his book. His eyes feel heavy, the exhaustion from a week of classes and studying weighing down on him, but he doesn´t want to fall asleep. At least not yet. His gaze shifts from the ceiling to the window, where a million stars light up the night sky.

He traces the constellations with his eyes, after years of Astronomy classes knowing them by heart. There´s Orion, the hunter, the most obvious one with his belt, right next to it the V-shape that forms Taurus´ head and the faint stars of the Pleaides cluster and when he turns his head just so, he can see Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. A small smile appears on his face, and he tears his gaze away from the window, looking over at his Sirius, lying just a few metres away. It´s too dark to see more than an outline of a body beneath a blanket, but he can still feel his heart starting to beat faster, a warm feeling blooming in his chest.

While Peter has finally stopped turning and is now snoring softly, James is still reading, and Remus starts considering using a sleeping spell on him. Maybe he´s steal one of the sleeping potions next time he has detention. A moment later though, James finally puts his book down and with a whispered Nox the soft glow of light disappears. Soon he can hear his deep and regular breaths and Remus figures that he has finally fallen asleep. He turns back onto his side, staring at the bed next to his. Sirius doesn´t move, though, and after another minute Remus almost believes that he has fallen asleep already. The thought makes his heart drop, and he has to fight against the disappointment he feels rising inside him. He should be glad that Sirius is getting some sleep at last. Lately there have been far too many nights he´d spent lying away, unable to fall asleep, the little sleep he managed to get restless and troubled. Still, Remus has gotten used to having Sirius next to him, wrapped around him while he falls asleep and despite the exhaustion from before, he finds it hard to fall asleep now. His thoughts keep spiralling, like they so often do when he´s alone in the dark, and he is about to just get up and go for a midnight walk, when he hears the rustling of sheets and a moment later naked feet hitting the ground. Remus almost doesn´t dare turn back around, not quite convinced that his mind isn´t playing tricks on him or that this isn´t some kind of dream. But then he hears footsteps coming closer to his bed and a moment later he can feel someone hovering over him.

“Remus, are you still awake?” Sirius´s whispered voice asks, and Remus can feel a smile forming on his lips. He shifts around, looking up at Sirius, his skin even paler in the dim light of the moon. With his black hair falling into his face, he almost looks like a ghost, and for a second Remus doubts if he isn´t a figment of his imagination after all, but then he smiles, looking as beautiful and alive as ever, and the spell is broken. Remus lifts his blanket and Sirius doesn´t waste any time before climbing into the bed, bringing a wave of cold night air with him. Goosebumps rise on Remus´ skin as Sirius´s legs tangle with his and his hands find their way to his face, his fingers freezing cold. Sirius leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Remus´ lips and if he shivers, they can both pretend it´s from the cold and nothing more.

“Almost thought you´d stand me up, Black.”

Remus can see Sirius´ lips turn up into a grin, his eyes sparkling.

“I wouldn´t dare, Lupin. I´m far too scared Potter would snatch you away from me.”

At that Remus can´t help but laugh, clutching his hands to his mouth to stifle the noise. He quickly whispers “Sonoro Quiescis”, casting a silencing spell over his bed as not to wake the others. He feels the outside world dull ever so slightly and finally finds himself able to relax. Now it´s only Sirius and him and Remus would never admit it, but those stolen hours between sleep and waking are his favourite moments.

“You´re an idiot, you know that, right?”

Sirius chuckles softly and kisses him again, once again taking Remus´ breath away.

“You keep telling me.”

Remus rolls his eyes, but can´t quite keep the fond smile off his face.

“You keep giving me reasons to do so.”

Sirius smirks.

“So, no need to worry about James and you flying off into the sunset then? Holding hands and leaving me behind?”

All Remus can do is shake his head.

“I don´t even know if you´d be more jealous of James or me in this scenario.”

Sirius lets out a laugh, beaming at Remus.

“What you are telling me is that I do need to be worried.”

Remus doesn´t even dignify that with an answer, instead pulling Sirius closer and kissing him, hands buried in his hair. He feels Sirius melt in his arms and when they part there´s a slightly dazed look on his face and even in the dim moonlight Remus can see the red tint of his cheeks, his hair an utter mess. Remus reaches up and brushes one of the hair strands out of Sirius´ face, trailing his finger down his neck. He can feel Sirius take a shaky breath, still staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

The words “I love you. Merlin, do you have any idea how deeply I´m in love with you, Sirius Black?” flicker through his mind, but he can´t say them. Not now, maybe never. Instead, he presses one last kiss to Sirius´ lips, before whispering: “We should really go to sleep.”

“You´re so boring, Lupin,” Sirius gives back, but curls up in his arms, nonetheless, fitting right into his embrace as if he was made to be there, two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together. In a few hours Remus will wake up and shake Sirius awake, who will steal into his own bed again, unseen and unheard, like he was never here at all, like it was all just a dream, but for now Remus gets to hold him, and fall asleep listening to his heart beating slow and steady, and he wouldn´t trade this for anything in the world.

[nighttimewrighter]

Suffering Together

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has caught a cold after having had too much fun in the snow and our favourite gangster boss takes care of her, only to get sick himself: Just a bit of fluff

Warnings: none! Besides that English isn´t my native language and this has neither been proofread nor does my feverish brain take any responsibility towards any content of this, I hope you enjoy it anyways 😊

MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST

A cough could be heard followed by a miserable groan.

(Y/N) felt as if all of her life was knocked out of her lungs,  as she silently suffered in her bed, wrapping herself in all the blankets she had been able to find. She might have got a bit too engaged in the snowball fitt two days ago, but little Charlie had been so happy making it impossible for her to regret it. 

Shuddering because of the coldness slowly spreading over her body, she sighed with relief when suddenly the door squeaked, opening as it revealed her husbands Thomas Shelby's perfect face. All illuminated by the lights of the hallway, he looked almost angelic, after all, he was her saviour!

Carrying a cup of tea in his hand, he looked like every caring, loving husband would look like, not like the mad man everyone made him out to be, normally she would tease him for it, even though secretly loving the look of domestic, caring, fluffy Tommy, but today surely wasn´t her day.

Silently putting the cup down on her nightstand, Tommy's cold fingers touched her forehead, slightly wincing at his cold fingers brushed up against her hot skin, (Y/N) dug herself deeper into the covers. 

“Tommy…”

“Still as miserable I see.” 

Too sick to respond to his unfunny trying to be funny cunt-Tommy antics, (Y/N) just looked at him, trying to sit up. Not having it, Tommy swiftly grabbed her gently and seat her up, giving her a pillow to rest her head onto, before finally giving her hot tea to her, that she had asked him for, a few minutes ago.

“Thank you.” She weakly smiled, taking a careful sip, enjoying the hot liquid, as it ran down her throat.

Tommy sat down beside her feet, silently watching her downing her favourite tea, before taking the empty cup from her, putting it back on the nightstand.

“Better now?” He carefully asked, getting a bit closer to her, before actually laying right beside her.

“Still a bit cold..” She mumbled, as she suddenly felt his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his warm chest. 

“Tommy…You shouldn´t be so close to me.”

“Why? Am I not allowed to cuddle my sich wife when she needs me?”

“That…That´s not it.”

“Oh, what is it then? Don´t tell me you´re not enjoying it. You always tell me I´m a good fucking heater!”

Sighing she actually pressed a bit further into him, clearly enjoying the warmth he provided her with, not to mention the fact that he was the one initiating the cuddling and close contact..oh if only his brothers would know! They would tease him into next year!

“Tommy…I don´t want you to catch something as well… bad enough that I am knocked out like this. But you have important business to attend to.”

Shifting her head a bit, (Y/N)´s gaze met his, and while her skin was a prominent more greyish undertone and her eyes looked dry and very tired, Tommy could still sense all her love for him radiating out of her beautiful orbs. He was still amazed at how someone like her, someone so kind and awfully sweet and considerate had actually fallen in love with him, going so far as to breath out the love for him with every fibre in their body.

Maybe she had truly changed him, at first not being able to believe in the human in him, in his feelings, in love, especially not after Grace…he had finally found meaning behind his life other than living ruthlessly, unhappy and constantly craving for more. Never getting satisfied, desperate to find the thing that would stop his endless search for a purpose like a mad man searching for water in the desert.

And with her he had finally felt like he had been successful, she was his purpose. 

So it came to no surprise that he would not only die for her but try to keep on living! Just for her.

Everyone had noticed how the once carless Gangster of Birmingham had slowly but surely become more settled…maybe even more keen on not risking his life so often, not that he was any less fearsome or dangerous, just a bit more calm and collected. At least to his closest friends and family. 

Much to Polly's delight, actually. 

His only response to (Y/N)´s worries however was to simply pull her even closer, nuzzling his nose into her neck, trying to breathe in her love for him.

“Tommy I meant it…I love that you´re so caring..but please think about it. Who would make sure the maids are actually doing what they are paid for …you know how they are!” only half-joking, she tried to get away from him, not wanting him to catch something from her. Even though she loved being able to take care of him from now and then, she wouldn´t want to deal with Tommy denying he was sick only to end up in a bad situation, getting even worse.

Still cuddled up with her, Tommy decided to actually answer her, after having taken his sweet time!

“Oh, (Y/N) darling you know what? I´d rather spend all of me life puking, having a fever and coughing, than having to not be able to cuddle up to you!”

At this, (Y/N) was too stunned to deny him. Had he really just said that!? Tommy Gangsterboss of the fucking world had just said that!?

Taking a moment, she finally knew why.

“You already have, haven´t you?” Was all she managed to get out, once the shock had fallen off. Not waiting for an answer, (Y/N) reached out her hand, pressing it to his forehead, sighing with a bit of annoyance at the heat radiating from it. 

She had been right.

“You little bastard.” 

Was all she muttered while slightly having to smile, turning around to kiss his feverishly red cheeks, pressing her face into his chest, already too tired to keep her eyes open for much longer. That was the Thommy Shelby she knew.

“I really mean it though (Y/N)...” 

Tommy grunted, not knowing if she still heard before he too was embraced by sleep warm arms, pulling him into the blackness of deep dreamless rest.

@datewithgianni​

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Hey, I saw you asks for ideas earlier and I wanted to suggest maybe stranger things characters favorite activities/traditions to do during the holidays! I hope you have a great day/night!

Thank you for the kind request! I hope you had a great day/night too<3 I personally am a total grinch, but this was so fun to write.

The spicy six and their favorite holiday activities/traditions

Nancy- Sing Christmas carols/Go caroling

I don´t know where this came from, but… I can kind of see how the Wheelers went Christmas caroling together when she was younger (Karen made them do it one year when she was little and it just stuck) and over time especially as Mike grew older, it was just kind of her and Karen. After a while, when she gets old enough, Holly joins in too. It´s just their little thing between all the family stuff and she really enjoys spending that time with them.

Robin- ugly Christmas sweaters/ movie marathons

I think Robin loves ugly Christmas sweaters like unironically and maybe even a bit too much, but she does. What she loves even more is wearing them while watching all the Christmas movies, drinking hot cocoa and hiding under a blanket. It´s her favorite thing to come home to during Christmas season. Especially if she had a hard day at work.

Steve- ugly Christmas sweaters/Spend time with loved ones

Listen we all know he didn´t have the best time with his parents and back in the earlier seasons he seems to be so neatly dressed like all the time… So I think he would really enjoy the whole ugly Christmas sweater thing as a little “act of rebellion” and what he would love even more is wearing them to an ugly Christmas sweater party with all of his friends, who he considers his real family.

Eddie- exchanging gifts

So Eddie isn´t all that great at speaking his feelings in my mind. Part of it due to his familial circumstances and treatment in school probably… What I can picture him being good at though is like all that artsy & crafty shit, because of his hobbies and lack of money. So every year he makes sure to make a little gift for the people closest to him, Uncle Wayne first and foremost, to show them how he feels. Exchanging gifts easily takes the cake for him when it comes to favorite traditions.

Jonathan- decorating the Christmas tree/spend time with loved ones

Okay so Jonathan loves his family, right? And it genuinely doesn´t seem like they had like the most money especially as he was growing up. But Joyce always bought a tree and let him and Will decorate it, while she watched. So that and spending time with them easily became his favorite thing about Christmas.

Argyle- (getting high and) seeing the twinkly lights

I imagine he works a lot around Christmas, so one year he just got high after his shift is over and drove around looking at all the twinkly lights. Now he might not have gotten candy cane lane, but it´s still something. So after that he did it every year.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

@brassandblue​ okay but

au where Crozier + The Muttongoose Polycule + Little, all survive and make it to the Netsilik village and are allowed to stay there for a recovery period until they can figure out their next move. Obviouly they all have like, Emotions and Logistics going on but THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT

bc ever since they met back up Crozier’s been kind of squinting at Goodsir, Jopson, and Collins (who haven’t even officially called it yet like they don’t what the hell is going on either they’ve just huddled for warmth and had emotionally devastating subtext-laden conversations a few times) like

and Little is like *shrugs* “I’m as lost as you are, chief. It all happened entirely offscreen”

and Crozier and Little being So Confused but also just kind of cool with it is a neat background event and all but tHAT’S NOT IMPORTANT EITHER BECAUSE

Goodsir strollin into the group tent one day and before he can even look round he hears “It’s alright, Doctor, he fell asleep” which

a) One of Goodsir’s souvenirs from this venture is if he sees someone being very still he just kind of assumes they’re dead so the head-up is nice b) Henry and Harry address each other as such and they’ve both gone all in on calling Jopson Thomas but Jop hasn’t let go of being weird about it yet he’s on the same deeply intimate last-name basis he is with Crozier BUT THAT ISN”T IMPORTANT BECAUSE GOODSIR THEN HAS TO BE LIKE 

“Good lord, Tom...you’re quite pinned.”

BECAUSE COLLINS IS CURRENTLY BEING A WEIGHTED BLANKET LIKE THAT MAN IS GONE ASLEEP JUST DEAD SPRAWLED AND JOP’S BEEN LYING THERE FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG JUST BEING LIKE “this is fine”

AND GOODSIR’S LIKE LITERALLY CAN YOU EVEN BREATHE ARE YOU BEING KILLED RIGHT NOW

AND JOPSON’S LIKE I Could Get Away If I Wanted To 

AND GOODSIR’S LIKE MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T STILL RECOVERING FROM LEAD-POISONING SCURVY AND STARVATION THAT MAN IS A DEAD-WEIGHT RN HOW ARE YOU RIBS NOT INSIDE YOUR LUNGS AT THIS POINT

AND COLLINS WAKES UP BC OF THE TALKING AND HE’S SO SLEEPY STILL HE’S JUST SHUSHING JOP AND TRYING TO BURROW BACK TO SLEEP AND JOP ACTUALLY FREAKIN LAUGHS FOR ONCE BECAUSE WHEN SOMEONE IS RUBBING THEIR FLUFFY MAGNIFICENT WHISKERS ALL OVER YOUR FACE AND NECK IT FEELS SO WEIRD  AND GOODSIR’S HAVING A STROKE LIKE, HE NEEDS A MINUTE. HE NEEDS SEVERAL MINUTES.

but then Jopson tells Collins that Goodsir really thinks Jop couldn’t wriggle out from under Collins if he wanted to and Collins is like lmaoooooo not unless i let you and Jopson’s like aight bet and collins totally lets him although it is a battle of wills for sure but i mean Collins still has an arm around Jopson like he’s a squishmallow so who’s the real winner but 

LONG STORY SHORT GOODSIR WINDS UP UNDER THE OTHER ARM BC WOW THAT LOOKS PRETTY WARM AND INVITING AND I’MMMMMMM

[andywinter16]

Pelna´s letter

Hi there Y/N!

I am so glad to finally write you after such a long time! It´s tough on the front lines, so much destruction and death ... I feel like I would lose my mind If it wasn´t for my friends who keep me afloat. Don´t you worry love, You´re on my mind all the time when we´re send on the field. I would love to hear your voice right now, sadly for security reasons we can´t use our phones or any other devices.

Do you remember that photo of us when we went to the amusement park? I had it printed for myself when homesickness hits me. Even though I fought for Galadh, I found home in your arms. And that will never change. 

By the way how are you doing? Is everything good at your job, no annoying coworkers I hope?  Hope you´re not neglecting yourself, love!  I absolutely mean it, please drink some water (coffee or tea isn´t water, mind you), have a nice warm meal to stuff your tummy and  snuggle up in the blanket. And believe me, that when you woke up I will be here, embraced by your arms while kissing your neck, my hand going slowly lower ...

Ah, wouldn´t you like that? 😉

I also have to pass a greetings from all my friends. And Crowe asks if you bought that THING? She's wiggling her eyebrows at me, should I be concerned?  Why are they laughing at me, seriously what´s so funny? Oh my 😅

I hope this assigment will end shortly. Damn it, I am needed in briefing. I am sorry love, that this letter is that short, so hold tight for me when I will get back.

For hearth and home,

yours Pelna

[aliceaddellheidde]

Idiots in love

A/N: I tried to write something short for my puppy Zemo 😍

WORDS: 527

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, idiots in love

PAIRING: Helmut Zemo x reader

DISCLAIMERS: English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Translation done with Google.

Gif not mine.

They have been followed since they left a port. „Zemo, there's motorcycle behind us.” said Sam. „I know Samuel.” „Do you know them? Is it your "friend"from Madripoor?” Zemo laughed nervously. „Someone much worse.”

He stopped next to a driveway, motorcycle right to them. To Sam´s and Bucky's surprise a woman got off the bike and walked up straight up to Zemo. „Ты гребаный придурок!” <You fucking douchebag!> she screamed and smacked him. „Вы вышли из тюрьмы и не звоните мне?” <You are out of the prison and you don't call me?> „Мне жаль Y/N.” <I´m sorry Y/N.> Zemo really looked guilty. „Excuse me, but who are you?” Sam asked. „Samuel, Bucky. That´s Y/N. My accountant.” „Cute. But how did you find us?” „Oeznik called me.” you glared at your boss. „I said I'm sorry!” „I don’t see anything dangerous about you.” said Bucky. „Hm?” „Zemo said you're someone much worse. You look normal.” You laughed. „I'm speaking 13 languages, can take man down in few seconds and I can use almost every weapon.” „Brain and muscles.” your boss said and you blushed. Bucky and Sam shared a look. „This is awkward.” Sam whispered. „Why are you even here Y/N?” Zemo asked. „Maybe you´ll need more people for your mission.” „Y/N … .” „No. Don’t Y/N´s me.” She sat back on her bike. „Lead way to airport.”

„She's only your accountant?” Sam asked. „Sam.” Bucky growled. „She's my accountant, bodyguard sometimes and my right hand.” „And she's your lover.” „What?! No! I was married.” „But you're not any more. And she has feelings for you.” „We have very close relationship Samuel, but nothing like love is involved.” „You´resaying it. I saw how you're looking at each other.” „She visited me every Wednesday in prison. I was glad for familiar face and she interpreted my sympathy as love.” „Don´t believe you Zemo.”

You arrived to the airport, Oeznik hugged you and you went inside the plane. You were listening to Sam and Bucky talking and missed Helmut to come to you. „I'm happy you're here Y/N.” You jumped a bit and almost dropped food from the plate. „Me too. Take this to them.” „You already turned into mother hen.” he chuckled. „I didn't hear you complaining all those years in prison.” „Because I love your cooking. I can´t believe you brought my favourite pastry.” You both blushed and stared at each other until Bucky's voice interrupted you. Zemo´s corners of the mouth twitched in a smile. „You should rest. We have long flight ahead.” he said, turning to two other men. You quickly ate your dinner and soon enough fell asleep on seat.

Helmut took a blanket and covered you up, smiling lovingly. „Not a word.” he said to Sam when he saw his smirk. „I said nothing.” Sam laughed.

RIGA

You followed quietly behind the men in front of you and almost bumped into Bucky when he suddenly stopped. He left after a moment and you went with your boss and Sam inside the building. You had no idea what Helmut´s plan was or why Bucky fled, but somehow you were excited for next events.

[nightsoulsworld]

Hi! May I have match for Bayverse turtles, please?

I am from Finland with Finnish accent. I am 5'3 tall, having brown-greenish eyes, dark brown hair touching shoulders, bit curvy body. I have congenital limb deformity: my right arm is shorter and has one finger. Left arm has four fingers. I have always accepted my arms and they have made me who I am today in good and bad. Would not trade them away <3

I like crocheting the best and, when I get opportunity, crafting, even though my arms are what they are. I appreciate hand made things, liking nature, second hand markets, birds, cats, and tea. I love board games.

I am humorous, sarcastic, quiet, somewhere between introvert and extrovert. I like my alone time as much as spending time with people. Serious, listener, emphatic, wanting to help if I can, bit of crybaby, dreamer, and sometimes spontaneous. Touch starved, I like massages, hugs etc.

Hello, my lovely friend. Thank you so much for your time and asking, it means the world to me and I am really grateful for that. I am deeply sorry for any mistakes, English isn´t my first language, but you know that. Anyways, I hope that I did a good job and you like it.

Here we go

I´d paired you with...

Mikey

When Mikey met you, he was immediately amazed by you and wanted to know everything about you

Your accent is really attractive to him and he thinks that it´s pretty hot

He absolutely adores your dark brown hair and you´re eyes are the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen

They say that eyes are the window to the soul and it´s true. Mikey can tell when you´re upset or sad or angry and he will listen to your every word

Sometimes he has no clue what´s going o but he has his heart on the right side and he is here for you whenever you need him

He is sad and sorry for your hands but you´re still beautiful to him no matter what you look like and if somebody will make fun of you, he will end them

He is a huge cat lover and he is happy when you two talk about cats or nature

He loves listening to your sweet voice so he will listen to your words before he will fall asleep

Man, he adores your sarcastic and funny side and he loves to joke with you

He really appreciates you that you want to help him at any cost and he is so grateful to have you in his crazy life

He will hug you for life, he adores touch too.

If you are stressed and tired of and everything and everyone, he will give you a massage and lots of cuddles under tons of blankets

If you need some time alone, he will shut everyone out and sometimes himself too, but you will always assume that you want him to stay

He will give you so many handmade things like plushies, toys, cards, and everything just to make you smile

He loves that bright smile of yours

Nicknames: Cupkace, Sweetie, Princess, and Love because he thinks that you´re cute and he just loves you

He will be by your side forever. He loves you from the bottom of his heart

I hope you like your match. Enjoy your pizza lover in orange color

[sulfurousdreamscapes]

The flooded subway isn't a good place to live. It's damp there, for one. The smashed-out windows have jagged edges threatening to rip your skin. The turnstiles don't work, and the kiosks were long converted into barricades.

There's no one there, though, and that's what makes it safe. Curled up with a frayed blanket inside one of the former offices, I spent my first peaceful night since Darya's was still open and accepting guests.

I woke up when I heard a change in the sound of the dripping. It was falling on concrete before. Now it was pattering against something else, something like tarp, or taut cloth, or...

Slipping my feet into shoes, I carefully felt for the door frame and stepped across broken table legs.

The lights above the subway lines were lit, pale yellow and bright enough that could see the fish swimming in the flowing water.

My gaze, however, turned to the girl wearing the prim white blouse and the black skirt, holding up an umbrella. The water was leaking onto the umbrella now, and that is what had got me up.

It didn't seem like she had any weapons her, but it was always dangerous to approach other people. I could return to the office and pull the blanket over myself again, but if the girl was not alone, if she searched the place... it was too risky.

Still, I had to get my blanket if I wanted to leave. It was too valuable to leave behind. I took a step back, placed my weight improperly on a table leg, and fell on my back. Luckily enough, I wasn't impaled by the wood, but I did suffer some knocks and scratches.

The girl turned to face me. She had her eyebrows raised in surprise at me, but she didn't move her feet all.

"Are you here for the delivery too?" she asked me.

I shook my head, not realising that it might be too dark to see my face where I was lying. "No," I rasped.

"Oh..." she said, glancing at the subway line for a moment. "You're a human? Like from the old days?"

My heart thumped. I should've realised sooner.

"Don't worry!" She smiled. "I won't tell anyone. I'm just here for a delivery."

"Please let me go," I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

She glanced at the twin staircases that stood symmetrical and opposite. "There's a lot of people out there."

"People," I repeated. So that's what they were calling themselves now. "You mean robots."

The word made her smile spontaneously, as if I'd said something cordially funny. "Yes."

"I'm just going to go back where I was... and go back to sleep."

She nodded. The sight of her standing right under the leak with an umbrella was absurd, but robots functioned on different logic than us humans.

I pressed against the sore spot on my back, and I dared to turn around.

"Do you come here often?" she asked.

I turned around again, to face her. What do you say here?

"No," I said.

"If you come again, I could bring you some food. You like food, right? I know where to find it."

I nodded non-committally. "Maybe," I said, and I returned to the office to sleep.

[mariamermaid]

Lucky Charm

Tyler Locke x Reader

Summary: After losing a hockey game, Tyler realized that you might be his lucky charm…

Words: 1k

A/N: With the prompt 59 “Are you happy now?”. I decided to leave off prompt 25 since I wrote already several oneshots with it. Sorry it took so long

 It was a simple routine you had grown to.

It started out when your friend dragged you along to watch her boyfriend play hockey, but what caught your attention was somebody different. Tyler noticed you immediately sitting in the rows, you had given him a pencil on his first day. He remembered your smile, not judgmental, not with second thoughts, honest. And he remembered your smile when he made a goal, his heart skipping a beat.

With weeks passing, you began talking more, first in school and later out of school. You met in the library to study or drink coffee in town. A casual flow keeping you on track.

However, there came a weekend where you couldn´t come to the game. It was your grandmother´s 80th birthday, an event you didn´t want to miss. Besides your family would disinherit you if you didn´t come. But when you heard the news of losing, you did have some guilt weighing you down. It was stupid, it wasn’t your fault they had lost, right?

The next day in school was being dragged along, the minutes just didn´t wanted to pass and each class felt like eternity to you. The ringing to the break finally echoed and exhausted you carried yourself to your locker, throwing the books carefree in it. When you closed the door again, you jerked, Tyler was suddenly standing next to. You hadn´t heard or seen him coming to yu. He chuckled at your surprised reaction, but became serious again. “Sorry, didn´t want to scare you.” You shrugged and offered him a polite smile. “It wasn´t your fault, guess I´m just on the wrong track today.”

“Not just you”, he sighed while scratching his neck. “Heard about the loss, really sorry.”

“It was the first loss in this year, guess everybody is just a little demotivated”, he explained but it didn´t sound convincing. It sounded like the explanation you´d give your parents, nonspecific and avoiding the heart of the topic. “Isn´t there a game next week again?” You asked while you both walked through the cafeteria. He nodded and grabbed a plate for the two of you. You nodded thanking and tried to stop your heart beating faster at this simple gesture. Pushing the thought away, you listened to him. “Yeah, the coach has made some new tactics, hopefully we´ll get luckier this time.” You smiled up to him. “I´m sure you´ll have more luck next time, you know why?”

“No, why?” The grin you wore was hard to hide now, but the sudden wave of boldness came rushing over you. “Well, you´ll have your lucky charm back!”

“My lucky charm?” Tyler sounded confused, which made him look awfully cute, not that you particularly noticed… “Yes, me!”

He laughed while following you to the table. “So that means you´ll be there?” “Count me in.”

 As much as the rest of the team was still a little demotivated and lacking in enthusiasm, Tyler was back in the game. Each practice he imagined you sitting in the audience, clapping and cheering for him. Well, for the team as well, but the thought of you being his, and only his, lucky charm… It drove him insane.

With his newly found motivation, which also led to the rest of them team getting pushed, the game started on Friday night. The crowd was also going crazy, doing it´s best to support the team and it worked. Till the first half everything was going fine, but then after the break, things got a little harder. The opponent seemed to have figured out a rhythm, and was able to bring the score to a tie. You could practically feel the tension hanging in the air and rubbed your cold fingers nervously. There were only two minutes left to play, it was still a draw, when Tyler´s coach called the team in for a last-minute talk. The ice stadium was filled and after the break, it seemed that even more people joined to watch. Sadly, it made it hard for you to see onto the rink, since people filled your view. Annoyed you let out a huff and hurried down the stairs to get a closer look. Tyler lost you in the crowd while still trying to listen to the coach. “I want you to push forward, John is gonna hold you back free and then try to score”, he explained at pointed towards Tyler. He nodded and felt how sweat dripped down his neck. He had pulled off his helmet, the loud crowd already made it hard enough to hear the words. But just before the referee was about to start the time again, the opponent team was getting back on their positions as well. Tyler heard somebody call out his name. He spun around and caught eye of you, standing next to the railing. He gave a quick sign to his team members and coach, before joining you on the side. “Good luck!” You explained, loud enough for him to hear, but nobody else around. He nodded. “We´ll need it.”

“Good thing I have a last resort for you”, you smiled. Tyler seemed confused, but then he felt your hands grabbing his collar and getting slightly pulled down. He felt your cold lips press against his warm ones. He was feeling hot and sweaty, while you had cooled down only sitting around. He had the urge to wrap a thick blanket around you and make you a cup of hot chocolate, but decided to save that for later. “Good luck”, you breathed against his lips. He smiled. “I don´t think we can lose now.”

His team colleagues hollered as he slid back on the ice field and he pulled down his helmet to hide his deep shade of blush. At the same time a rush of confidence floated through his veins. He was absolutely right, after that boost of energy, there wasn´t a thing that kept him from losing. The stadium was so loud after he shot the final goal, but all he could hear was your screaming, your clapping and your laughter. After his friends gave him a proud slap on the shoulder, he obviously made his way back to you. You grinned. “Are you happy now?”

“Not quite yet.”

He leaned down again, his warm lips back on yours, like they never left in the first place. The shouts and hollers got even louder and you both chuckled. “Good thing I had my lucky charm today.”