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“Easter Holiday Break” || YEAR 3 – Ch.31 (HP au)

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Day posted: 11/10/2020

Word count: 3, 260

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather was deep asleep early morning when her whole bed started shaking violently. Someone was banging on the girl’s dormitory door yelling her name. She sat up and groaned, remembering what Draco had said the night before. She leapt out of bed and dug in her trunk for her Quidditch uniform, hugging everything to her chest ready to run to the bathroom when she saw her stolen library books had become dislodged and fallen to the floor.

She picked them up quickly and shoved them in her trunk, locking it closed. No one else was awake, the violently shaking bed hardly made nose thumping around in its spot, and so she figured it was safe to continue getting dressed. Ten minutes later she was out in the common room with half the team waiting with Marcus as everyone else slowly came out.

“Hurry up! This is practice time you’re cutting into!” Marcus yelled into the boy’s dormitories and slammed the door.

Heather had never seen him so unraveled. He was pacing the common room, shoving furniture and pillows out of his way as his pacing circle widened. Finally, Draco and the Keeper, Miles Bletchley, came out with messy hair and half-lidded eyes, ready to leave.

They walked down to the Quidditch pitch and Heather and Draco broke off from the rest to get their brooms out of the shed. By the time they walked in, Marcus, the Keeper, and the two beaters were doing pull ups on their brooms which stayed suspended in the air, unmoving, as they raised themselves.

“What is this?” Draco motioned at the sweaty faces of Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. “I’m a Seeker. I don’t need to do this, do I?”

Marcus jumped down from his perfect pull up and pointed at the empty spot next to him. “Both of you.”

“B-b-but – ”

Heather groaned and pulled a stuttering Draco along beside her. She placed her broom on the ground and held up her hand. “Up.” The broom lifted, following the motion of her hand and let her guide it up above her head until her outstretched arm could no longer guide it and it froze in place. She jumped and grabbed onto the broom, dangling from it and looked over at Draco who had done the same.

“One.” She nodded at Draco and together they heaved up. She closed her eyes and groaned, willing her tired arms to pull her up as high as they could. She felt the top of her head hit her broom and opened her eyes. “Just a bit more!” she whispered, trying to get her chin over the handle. Her arms shook and she glanced over at Draco, who was still dangling, arms fully extended, with a face as red as a tomato. She dropped down and covered her smile so Draco wouldn’t see in case he ever stopped squeezing his eyes so hard.

The cold blue morning turned warmer and pink as the sun started to rise just beyond the trees. Her arms were pounding and sore and her uniform was already soaked with sweat when Marcus started drills. They hopped on their brooms and practiced double the amounts they normally did. They went through play after play and every possible situation they could get into.

Heather was rolling, flipping, twirling, and diving all over the place until Marcus was assured she wouldn’t mess up any moves with the Quaffle under her arm. Peregrine and Lucian, whose drills normally consisted of aiming the Bludgers at apples and oranges that Marcus got from the kitchens, was now them aiming the Bludgers at each other and occasionally at Heather and Graham.

After Marcus blew the whistle, Heather touched down hard on the ground and fell off her broom landing on the wet grass like a dead fly swatted out of the sky. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even feel her arms. At one point her braids had gone loose, probably during the diving roll where she dodged Lucian’s Bludger and almost lost her head and joined Nearly Headless nick.

“Careful!” She screamed as Draco fell down beside her and almost smacked her head with his broom.

“If it weren’t for your brother, we’d still be asleep!” He winced and groaned as he sat up. “You should have taken the broom and thrown it into the fire.” His hair dangled over his eyes as he glared at her. Whatever slicking gel he used for his hair had come off completely with his sweat.

“Practice tonight after Gryffindor’s. After dinner meet in the locker room and DON’T be late.” Marcus looked at everyone, making sure they all heard, and headed out.

Heather sat up now that she could feel her arms again and stretched as best she could. “So how’re you going to even up with Harry? The drills you were doing only help you fly steady and cut corners faster… You have to anticipate where he goes – ”

“Flint and I have it under control.” Draco pushed his hair back and looked up at Peregrine who had made his way over.

“I heard McGonagall suspended one of her Prefects from competing in the National Gobstone Championship last year for getting into a fight over what color the nose plugs should be.” Peregrine stared at Draco and raised his brow. “It’d be a shame if… Potter ended up not playing this match.”

“A real shame.” A wicked grin spread across Draco’s face. He turned to her and raised his brow. “Wouldn’t it, Potter?”

Heather looked at Peregrine to Draco and nodded reluctantly. She stood and left the Quidditch pitch, put away her broom and headed to breakfast. Her spoon shook, spilling half its contents of milk and granola oats before reaching her mouth. It took twice as long to eat and by the time she was done, Harry, Ron, and for a brief second Hermione, had arrived for breakfast.

“We’ll be at the Library,” Ron told her as she left the great hall.

She peeled off her uniform and threw it in her dorm room’s assigned hamper and took as fast a shower as possible, remembering all the essays they had been assigned over Easter break. She had one from Divination, one from Care of Magical creatures – about dragons even though all term they’d only been caring for Salamanders; two half ones from Herbology about two different sentient carnivorous plants, one long one from Transfigurations with tie-ins to Charms – Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had decided to team up to ruin their break this time; three four-inch ones from History of Magic about the three most controversial laws the Ministry had threatened to pass should the Puddlemere United Quidditch team not change their colors from moss green to mud brown in the late eighteen-hundreds, and one from Potions. The only teacher who hadn’t assigned anything was Professor Lupin.

She should be glad that she didn’t have an essay on cursed socks or hexed pet collars to complete on top of all the other assignments, but now that she had decided Defense Against the Dark Arts was her favorite class and that Professor Lupin was her new favorite teacher, she really wished he’d give out more work than just ‘read the next chapter if you’d like’. How could she improve if all that was normally required was reading ahead and writing short essays on creatures they should be learning about in Care of Magical Creatures?

She picked up her bag and headed down the main corridor towards the library when Neville came running down at full speed towards her.

“It’s happening!” he yelled, his arms flailing behind him as he pointed and ran. “H-hurry!”

“Already? But it’s only been two months!” Heather stopped Neville in his tracks by bracing herself as best she could for Neville to knock into her. She caught his shoulders and steadied him.

“Thanks. I thought I’d keep running until I tripped or something.” Neville’s eyes brightened and he pulled out a green leaf that was slowly turning purple in his hands. “Professor Sprout says it must have been a good batch!”

“Let’s go!” Heather took Neville arm and forced him back into a run towards the third green house.

As they ran they were joined by five other students of different years who had all also heard the great news. Two months ago Professor Sprout had let several eager students help plant several chilled seeds of various living death plants from the same family. They didn’t know which seeds they had gotten to plant, but Heather guessed she had gotten the Freezing Shudder plant by the feint spidery grey veins it had. If she guessed correctly, she’d earn five more points for Slytherin, putting them one-hundred and sixty points in the lead above Gryffindors for the House Cup.

They arrived at the green house and entered to see ten different large plants ready to bloom all lined up against the windows. At the center, sitting at the tables, were twenty or so other students. She stopped Neville from sitting at the first table and pulled him along to the last where Fred and George sat whispering to themselves.

“Why are you two here?” Heather sat across from them, suspicious and amused.

Fred and George smiled at her and crossed their arms.

“We like Herbology like everyone else here.” Fred poked at the table with his finger several times, “and you can’t prove otherwise.”

George leaned in. “And we especially love that plant right there.”

Heather turned to see the one she had planted. “The Frozen Shudder?”

It had the shortest of all the stems but the thickest by a good one or two inches. The green was slowly draining from its leaves and trunk-y stem as it died, replaced by a dark velvety purple. The buds on the very top looked swollen and ready to explode with all the other buds, like a balloon stretched to the max.

“Yeah. And you’re not the only one with a charmed pot.” George wiggled his eyebrows. “Hermione told us.”

Neville turned to her surprised. “Oh! What d’you have growing! Which charms does it have? I tried making one myself with an old pot from home, but everything I plant in it catches fire or grows a single grape.”

“I haven’t grown anything yet,” she lied. “I’m waiting for something good. What’s the point in growing grass or squirting Astrophytum Asterias if it’d be just as easy in a normal pot?” She avoided looking at Fred and George who were holding back smiles as Neville nodded.

Fred mouthed ‘for shame’ at her. “What a marvelous point you have. Which is why we’re going to grow our very own Frozen Shudder.”

Heather tilted her head at them. She was curious as to why they wanted it. It isn’t deadly, it’s most common as a show plant for winning ribbons and medals, and it wasn’t used for any potions she knew of. In fact, to use it at all, a saw is needed to cut off any part of the stem which is completely frozen.

“Oh my! So many here. Alright, I have the list here of everyone’s guesses. I hope you’re all ready – and cover your eyes when it happens!” Professor Sprout shut the green house door and took her seat, taking out a ceramic plate from under her desk and held it up like a shield.

Almost on cue, a feint whistling noise started from all the buds. They harmonized for about a minute, and just as everyone eagerly looked around at the plants, the buds exploded thick juicy petals, pelting everyone in the face and back. Everyone cheered as the last petals fell off the plants and Fred and George dove under the table to collect as many Freezing Shudder petals as they could. Heather looked down at them as they stuffed them into their robe pockets and took a few extra petals at random.

“There’s nothing to be worried about technically, but I am.” Neville looked around the room again as if double checking that the only plants to have exploded were only the non-deadly ones. “I mean its Fred and George isn’t it?”

Heather laughed and shrugged.

“Well. That seems to be the last of them.” Professor Sprout went by checking the plants and awarded five points to Slytherin for Heather’s correct guess and almost forty to Hufflepuff for all of their correct guesses as well.

Professor Sprout made everyone leave so she could clean up and Heather walked back to the castle with Neville, Fred, and George. Neville guessed why they’d want to grow Frozen Shudders the whole way but he either never guessed correctly or they refused to let them in on it.

Heather yawned as she pulled the library door open and quickly found Harry and Ron at a table in the back talking to a large pile of books. She approached and sat down. “Hello Hermione, how’s the studying?”

“Will everyone PLEASE stop distracting me?”

Ron shook his head. “She’s been like this since we got here. Harry, help me make another pile of books over here, they might be friendlier than this one.”

Heather laughed and took out all her sheets of parchment and her potions book. She stared at it and frowned, shoving it back in her bag and took out her transfigurations and charms ones.

“Oh can we copy!” Ron shuffled his papers around and flattened out his started essay with one sentence on it. He had his quill ready to write as he leaned over to see what she’d already written.

“I HOPE you’re joking, Ron.”

Harry rolled his eyes and moved Heather’s started essay for him and Ron to read.

“I’m not hearing a yes.”

Ron groaned. “Oh quiet, ‘Ancient Runes Made Easy’. And tell ‘Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles’ to mind her own business.”

“Humph.”

Heather wiped the smile off her face with the back of her wrist and turned to Harry. “You have practice today, don’t you? You should tell Wood that Derrick and Malfoy are planning to get you kicked off Quidditch.”

“Kicked off?”

“At least for just this match.”

Harry looked to Ron amused. “And how would they?”

“McGonagall would sooner set fire to her office than kick Harry off and lose the Quidditch Cup.” Ron leaned in. “I think she’ll lose her mind this year. Heard Snape mention it’d be seven years of winning and she almost hexed his pants off. He burst out of the staff room with singed robes.”

Heather snorted. “Well then, when we win I hope she does.” There was a pang of uneasiness in her chest but she ignored it. It was weird to hear that kind of talk come from her own lips and not Harry’s. It made it worse that Ron and Harry were looking at her slightly shocked. “Anyways. They think she’ll kick you out if they can get you in a fight. She let the Gobstone club lose their best player over a dumb fight.”

“Yeah but… That’s Gobstones…” Harry drummed his fingers and shrugged. “No one cares about Gobstones.”

Ron nodded. “Not even McGonagall. So you’ll be fine. I’ll be your second and there’s no way you’ll lose whatever fight – ”

Hermione stood over her stack of books and glared down at Ron. “Ronald! The point is for Harry NOT to get into a fight. Not to win it! Harry if you lose to Slytherin I’ll – I’ll – I don’t know WHAT I’ll do! I’ll get expelled for hexing Malfoy’s stupid face so DON’T get in a fight!”

“Alright!” Harry put up his hands. “I never said I would. Can we all go back to studying and not talk about how at any moment between now and the match I could get cornered by a pack of giant Slytherins?”

They all nodded and Hermione sat back down behind her books. They studied and wrote all day – although Ron and Harry left several times to use the ‘bathroom’ and they always came back half an hour later with smeared chocolate on their lips – and ate lunch in the courtyard on a stone bench just to breath in fresh air.

“How’s Hermione doing it? She hasn’t eaten all day since breakfast.” Harry motioned at the empty seat next to them. “I’d be starving but she says she’ll keep this up all break.”

“Maybe I should bring her a muffin or something. If she passes out and messes up her schedule, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Ron stood and left in the direction of the great hall.

Harry pinched off muffin crumbs and popped them into his mouth. “What would you do… If Sirius Black was knocked out on the ground in front of you? Wandless.”

What would she do? She’d tell a teacher of course… But that wasn’t really Harry’s question. “I wouldn’t kill him… If that’s what you’re wondering. He deserves to go back to prison. A more suitable prison for him. One that won’t lose their most dangerous prisoner.”

Harry nodded.

She looked at him, staring at his muffin, and wondered what Harry would do. He’d say he’d kill him… and she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t.

“He betrayed them,” Harry whispered. “He took them from us. He took our lives from us. We could have lived as wizards. Already known… EVERYTHING. We wouldn’t be staring at our friends dumbly every time they say something we didn’t already know.”

She thought about what it would have been like to live in a village like Hogsmeade somewhere. Already immersed in wizard culture and learning about muggles from their mother… She felt a hole rip open in her heart and fill with sadness. She wasn’t hungry anymore, and yet she felt starved.

“I’d make him pay.” Harry finished his muffin and stood.

Heather nodded and stood with him, punching his shoulder lightly. “And like always, I’ll stop you from doing something stupid.”

They headed back into the library and after several more hours – and at least three finished essays later – Harry left for his Quidditch practice. Ron had copied several of Hermione’s essays that she kept stacking on top of her pile of books and Ron kept sneaking and by the time it was dinner, Ron had finished two more essays.

Heather sat with her team and ate a roasted chicken leg, mashed peas, a bowl of potato soup, and left early to nap in her dorm until it was time for Quidditch practice again. She met everyone by the lockers and noticed Draco whispering to Peregrine. Marcus didn’t make them do anymore pull ups but they had to sit for at least an hour and listen to Marcus go over strategies again – which revolved around brute strength for Peregrine, Lucian, and Graham, and borderline cheating-but-not-quite from Heather and Draco. Miles Bletchley’s younger brother was there too, who had agreed to help signal Draco if he spotted the Snitch since it wasn’t cheating for the crowd to yell if they saw it before the players.

After practice, Heather dragged her feet down to the girl’s bathrooms and got ready for bed, throwing her uniform in the hamper again and didn’t bother showering. In the common room she had seen Marcus get all of Slytherin’s attention about something but she didn’t have the energy to stay and listen. She fell into bed and closed her eyes, ready to open them up soon to start the day practically all over again until Easter break ended.

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Birthday Boy

Chapter 3 - Our Little Secret.

A/N: Queen B fanfiction. I’m currently editing and adding all  my FF to my new account. All being added to my pinned masterlist on my profile. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under Queen B - Our Little Secret.

Word count: 2180

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language and sexual content.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Ian x MC - Lyla.

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I make my way over to the bedroom door and peek through the small opening. I can see Ian is irritated by her arrival.

"Oh, Ian! You haven't forgotten have you?" I hear Lexi say "Forgotten? I don't think we had a meeting planned today, sorry?" she laughs and playfully slaps him, "Ian, you do make me laugh. I thought we could spend the day together as it's your birthday!" (What it's his birthday?!)  "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm already otherwise engaged" "Oh, sorry I just assumed! I hope your plans don't involve that Lyla girl! Ian, you must know she's beneath you" she rolls her eyes Ian face turn fury before I hear his tone change.

"Lexi, whom I spent my birthday with isn't any of your concern. So, whether it's Lyla or not it is my business. I don't appreciate you talking about her like that" her faces turns to shock, I don't think she was expecting that (Way to go Ian!) "Right, sorry I guess I should get going then. Sorry to have bothered you and I hope you have a lovely birthday. Bye Ian" she makes her way to the front door "Bye Lexi and thank you!" she's gone.

I run back over to his bed and get back in just his bedroom door opens. I see Ian, smiles at me "I saw you looking through the door Lyla" I laugh "That's my dream of becoming a spy out of the window, then" he laughs, "So I guess you heard that conversation?" he makes his way over to the bed and sits next to me "I did, one, you're hot when you are annoyed, two, I love your protective side, it's sexy and three, happy birthday, Ian!" I pull him in for a quick kiss.

When he pulls away, he's smiling "Thanks Lyla" "I hope you have a great birthday, Ian!" I get up off the bed and start to get dressed "Lyla, Where are you going?" I turn to look at him. "I better get back plus you have plans, so I don't want to keep you" he looks disappointed, "Lyla, I do have plans, but those include you!" "Oh?" "Lyla, I want to spend my birthday with you. I'm meeting Lillian and Charlotte today and I want to introduce you to them, but only if you are comfortable with it?" he gives me those puppy dog eyes I can't resist.

"Ian, I would love to if you are ok with it?" He smiles at me "I think the fact it was my idea gives it away that I'm ok with it!" he reaches for me and pulls me back onto the bed. "Ok, I would love to spend the day with you but I need to go home to get dressed first" "I'll take you!" Ian takes a shower then gets dressed, and we head down to his car, and he takes me back to my dorm.

We pull up outside my dorm "I shouldn't be too long. Unless you want to come up?" He smiles "Lyla, I would love to but..." "You can't! I get it, giving your TA a lift home is one thing, but being caught inside her dorm room is another" he smiles weakly. "It's ok, I'll be as quick as possible!!" I get out the car and head inside.

Later we pull outside Zizzi's it's an Italian restaurant. "So, how do I introduce myself?" he looks at me and smiles "Lyla, I would love nothing more than to introduce you as my girlfriend but with me still working at the university..." "Ian, it's fine. If, asked I am your TA and we run into each other outside" he gives me a very weak smile.

We walk into the restaurant and Ian spots Lillian and Charlotte. We walk over to them, "Ian, Happy Birthday!" Lillian gets up to hug him. "Happy birthday Uncle Ian" he leans in to kiss her on the cheek. "Lillian, Charlotte this is Lyla, she is my" "Girlfriend?" Charlotte asks I look at Ian not sure what to say, but he smiles.

"Charlotte, you're correct how did you guess?" (Wait! What????? I thought we agreed! Did he just....) I don't hear Charlottes response "Aww, Ian! So, glad you finally found someone" Lillian says. He smiles at me "She does mean a great deal to me!" I give him a soft smile. "So, how did you two meet?" Lillian asks him as we take our seats. "We met at the Speakeasy about 8 months ago." He tells her as he lays a hand on my thigh offering me a warm smile.

I place my hand on top, he starts to stroke my hand with his thumb. We take a look at the menu and order our food. "Lillian, what's the most embarrassing memory of Ian?" She laughs and Ian shakes his head. "What about the time we were on holiday in Cyrus as we were leaving the shop Ian thought he was walking toward the exit, but he walked straight into a window! We heard an almighty bang!" I howl with laughter along with Lillian and Charlotte and Ian smiles and squeezes my leg. "That must have been a really clean window!" The rest of the lunch was full of laughter.

Later, after a bit of bowling with Lillian and Charlotte, Ian gives them a lift home, we are driving back to my dorm when Ian turns to me "Lyla, would you like to come back to mine for a couple of drinks?" he says with a cheeky grin. "Just a few drinks?" I smile "Maybe dinner too?" "Ok, now I'm sold! What are we having?" he laughs, "I was thinking ordering in? You can pick" we continue to drive to his.

When we get to his apartment, he opens a bottle of wine and pours us out a glass as we decide what to order. With the food ordered we are sat talking "Ian, You told Lillian and Charlotte I was your girlfriend after we agreed?" He sighs, "Lyla, that wasn't the plan but I also I didn't want to lie or deny it. But if you feel uncomfortable I'm...." I cut him off with a kiss, and he places his hands in my hair deepening the kiss.

His tongue plays with mine, he pulls back a little and grips my lip between his teeth. "Ian!" He pulls me back in, his hands start to roam my body, and he leans in more making me lay back onto the couch. His body is pressed on top of mine, his hands move my legs, so he can settle between them and mine tangle in his hair making him groan,"Lyla!".

I push him back up, he looks shocked "Ian, it's your birthday and as I didn't know until this morning I didn't have time to get you a present so this morning when you dropped me back to my dorm I decide to put on my best underwear especially for you!" I pull out my phone and press play weirdly enough Katy Perry's Birthday song plays. I get up and start swaying my hips to the beat "God...." He swallows hard.

I move towards him spreading his legs and dance between them his hands come up to grab my hips, but I slap them away "Ah ah ah, NO TOUCHING!" he curses under his breath. I lose my shirt and toss it at him before I straddle his lap. I can see him trying to fight the urge to touch me as I grind my hips against his.

I pull him forward by his tie and kiss him. He tries to deepen it, but I push him back "Lyla, you will be the death of me!" I wink at him before I get off his lap, turn and move my hips to the beat as I start to pull down my jeans. I turn to look over my shoulder at Ian and his eyes are focused on my arse.

My jeans drop to the floor and I turn watching Ian fully take in the view. I climb back onto his lap and kiss him hard, he groans and bites my lip again, I feel him smirk against my lips "You can touch me now!" His hands cup my breasts before his lips move from my lips, down my neck to my chest, he runs his tongue over my nipple.

"Ian! Wow!"  I unbutton his waistcoat and push it off him before tossing it over my shoulder. His hands move down my body and rest on my thighs, I grind against his hard member "Ohh Lyla!"  his lips crash against mine as I undo his shirt, I pull back just a little "I hope your birthday is everything you dreamed it would be Ian?" his eyes catch mine.

"It's been better than every dream I've had since I met you!"  he says in a husky tone in one swift movement he has me pinned against the couch as he kisses me hard. His hands run up my thigh to my centre, he strokes against me "Ian...I need to taste you!" I push him back until he's laying on the couch and I undo his trouser pulling them down with his boxers freeing him.

I take him in my hand and run my tongue from the base to the tip he groans, I fully take him in my mouth and work my way up and down him. He thrust his hip up, so I speed up my movements and slow them down teasing him "Lyla, it's not nice to teas...." he doesn't finish his sentence as I speed up again.

His hand tangles into my hair, he grips my hair and pulls a little. "God Lyla, I'm going to come!!" I double my efforts soon enough he reaches the edge "Fuck...Lyla!" "Happy birthday Ian!" I smirk as I come back up and his lips find mine. He takes my hand and pulls me up to stand he leads me towards his bedroom, but stops before we get to the door.

He pushes me hard against the wall, his lips cover mine once again, then he moves them down my body. He pulls down my underwear and lets them fall to the floor before he throws one of my legs over his shoulder as he is crouched down. "Ian what are yo..." His mouth finds my centre "Ohh Iannnnn!" he laps at my centre "Ian I need you," he looks up at me with a smirk "Not yet!"  I huff, he moves his tongue against my centre again before he hits the spot where I need him most.

He starts off slowly with small and drawn out thrusts, he curses under his breath, my hands grip his shoulders and my lips kiss against his pulse line. This spurs him on his thrust speed up "Yes!! Ian just like that!" I moan against his neck. With each thrust he becomes more urgent, my nails dig into his back, and he groans, "Oh god, mark me Lyla."  I dig my nails in more and drag them down his back "Fuck yes! That's it mark me as yours" I move my lips up his neck and nip his ear lobe.

I gasp his hair "oooohhhhhh!" then he stops "Why have you stopped?" He doesn't answer me, he just stands and his hands unclip my bra. He pulls down the straps "Lyla, you are beautiful!" "Do you want to show me how beautiful?" He lifts up my legs and wraps them around his hips before running his hard member along my entrance he smirks then enters me.

His thrust comes harder and faster I grip onto him as I'm about to lose myself. I know he can tell I'm near the edge as he pounds slowly out of me and hard back in "Wow Ian, keep doing that....Yes Ohhh!" I'm spent. Ian's lips brush against my ear "Come again for me" this build up the pressure again inside me.

He continues his same movements that sent me over the edge before and it's not long before I'm looking over again"Fuck! Ian come with me" he thrusts into me as hard as he can my legs are shaking. I fall over the edge for the second time and Ian falls with me "God Lyla! I love you!" "Ohh..I love you too!"  we are both panting barely catching our breath then the buzzer goes.

Ian looks at me "That will be the food!" he quickly dresses and I clean up in the bathroom. When I return he's lit a couple of candles and set up the table. "Aww! Ian!" He smiles brightly at me which melts my heart.

A few days later I'm heading to Ian's office with some essays I have graded. I knock and enter "Professor, I've graded those essays you wanted!" I hear a gasp, I look up to see Lillian sat opposite Ian "Ian, she's a student?!?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 4.

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Glasses | yandere!mafia!jaemin

Genre: yandere, mafia au, a bit fluffy(?), action, and ofc a sprinkle of comedy Pairing: yandere!mafia!jaemin x reader Word count: ~3.3k Warning(s): mild language (censored), mildly dark psychological themes, hinted suggestive content, violence, mentions of blood Song: Glasses by I.U. A/N: requests are open~ | Masterlist in BIO! | what else can I say except I hope you enjoy yeehaw <3

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[10:34 pm]

You knew this was wrong. You’d known for the longest time now; but you didn’t want to.

It was too late, however. The moment you picked up the glasses, and tried them on for the first time...seeing things from an entirely new perspective, for what it really was, the reality of it all...seeing things through these lenses...it was time for it to stop.

You’d thought Jaemin was safe. That he was your shelter. That everything he was doing was for your benefit, for your protection.

It wasn’t. It was for his.

So tonight was the night you were doing it. Tonight was the night you were taking back what he stole from you.

“Such a good girl…” Jaemin cooed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You’d gotten used enough to it by now, able to swallow down the shivers that previously would crawl up your spine and had one day caused you to lash out at the pretty-faced boy. Let’s just say that wasn’t your best day; you still winced in fear just thinking about the dark clouds that rolled over his face, how he’d treated you like you were an enemy to both him and yourself. 

But that was all in the past, behind you now. Because today was the day you were finally going to make your escape...you’d be a caged bird no longer.

Jaemin was just finishing up his nightly routine of petting your face and admiring your features before heading off to bed, or whatever the heck it was he did at night. You waited patiently and quietly for him to finish before he turned out the light, tromping up the stairs.

“Good night, my love,” he whispered before closing the door. He waited a moment, but you didn’t say anything back to him.

This seemed to make him more than a little angry. “I said, good night, my love.”

“......”

He huffed under his breath, beginning to come back down. You sucked in yours, holding it a moment before squeaking out the words he wanted to hear, so he’d keep his distance.

“Good night! Good...Good night.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, the tone in his voice was enough as he mumbled more things under his breath, half-storming out of the room in a grumpy fuss. Whatever. You honestly didn’t care if you hurt his feelings or not. He was the one who’d kidnapped you; he was the one responsible for keeping you locked up in a 24 x 32 foot room, with a small attached bathroom and an actual pin for when you were “acting out” and “needed to be tamed.”

You shivered at the thought of the first time it’d happened...and all the other times as well.

But soon all of that would be a waking afterthought; not even, for tonight you were officially rising from six feet under to tell the world you were still alive and there was a crazy person on the loose, walking amongst them right under their noses.

Quickly you rose from your bed the moment you were sure the coast was clear and Jaemin was long gone for the evening, scurrying over to your bookshelf and opening the fourth book down, fifth one across to exactly page 312, where the rest of the book had been cut in (with safety scissors, which was no easy task) to reveal a small role of parchment paper you’d been saving from meals brought down to you daily, just tearing away bits and pieces and later taping them all together to be one long map of your escape plan. You laid it out on the desk, going over everything one last time before you burned the gosh darn...well, really, flushed it down the toilet.

Your eyes scanned the page carefully, taking in everything: the basement, the house layout, the surrounding streets. There was the tiniest slit of window that had been sealed off, but you’d just managed to climb on top of stacked objects about a week ago to peek out and catch a glimpse at a street sign not too far off, telling you that Jaemin had to live in a neighborhood on the corner.

Okay. Time to make sure your emergency survival pack was ready, taking with you as much evidence as you thought you’d need when you reported this situation to the police. You hurried to your bathroom, opening the small cabinet beneath the sink and pushed everything aside to reveal another small compartment, lifting the door and hauling out the bag you’d carried when Jaemin had first taken you. 

You had no idea why he let you keep it, and only removed a few things inside it: a safety alarm, a keychain of pepper spray, and an actual decent pair of scissors from your pencil bag. Maybe he thought having things familiar around would help comfort you, so you could adjust faster.

How wrong he’d been, now that you were seeing clearly. Tonight, you were so out of here.

Thank goodness he’d never asked to see any of your stuff again. You were pretty sure he’d forgotten about it by now, given that you had to be coming up on your three month anniversary.

...Anniversary? Really, y/n? Ugh.

This wasn’t a holiday. You’d be celebrating the moment you busted out of this joint.

Strapping your bag around your bodice and tying one of Jaemin’s flannel shirts around your waist (as much as you hated doing so, it was necessary), you headed back to the desk, swiping the stuck-together pieces of parchment paper and with a satisfied reassuring nod to yourself, flushed them down the drain, saluting as they swirled down to thank them for their service to you. Because you really couldn’t have done any of this without them. Then you ran out of there and climbed up the stairs to the door you’d never seen the outside of. 

You tried the door handle, just for the heck of it. Of course, not to your surprise, it was locked.

As expected. No biggie. Onto Phase Two. With a grunt you wrestled beneath all the junk in your bag to get out a few tied-together paperclips, jamming them into the—

...There was no lock. No keyhole. The handle was completely solid, gleaming back in the faintest trickle of moonlight from the cracked slit of sealed-off bulletproof window as if to mock you.

Son of a b*tch.

You wanted to scream. This was not happening...it wasn’t! Augh, now what?! Seriously, why you? How had you not noticed this before…?!?

The doorknob suddenly jiggled. You hadn’t heard any footsteps coming toward it.

Sh*t sh*t sh*t.

You turned around to run back down the stairs and fling yourself into bed, but it was too late. Jaemin already caught you standing there, suspiciously closer than you should have been and oddly out of place.

“Baby girl? What are you doing out of bed?”

“...” You gulped, trying to get your nerves under control. You were really starting to lose it here. “...I...I uh—“ ...Then you got an idea. You smiled kindly, turning back around to face him fully. “I wanted to see you. I missed you. I was...lonely.”

Ew. This was going to be hard to forgive yourself for later; especially since a small part of you still cared about him, still wanted to trust him.

Jaemin returned your smile, slipping the rest of the way in and closed the door behind him. “You were? Already?” He laughed. “Aw, Princess, it’s okay. I get lonely too sometimes, when I’m away from you. More like always.”

You took two steps back for every step forward he took, backing yourself into a corner at the foot of the stairs. He smiled down at you like a predator cornering it’s prey.

“Say, tell you what…” He swiped his tongue over his lips, and you got a bad feeling in your gut. “Since you’re obviously not very tired...how about we—“

“Jaemin!!”

You both looked up toward the sound. Jaemin didn’t say anything, merely glared in a half-startled, half-annoyed expression.

“Jaemin, where are you?” the voice continued to call. “There’s been an emergency at the last location. Hyuck and Jeno need you.”

“......” With a mumbling curse the man stomped his way back up the stairs, pausing midway to look down at you over his shoulder. “We’ll finish this later. I have some...business to attend to. Wait for me,” he added with a wink, before practically slamming the door shut.

Sheesh. That was a close call. Way to go, y/n.

Shaking your head at yourself you gazed around the room, observing your other options.

Except that there were none. You were completely, hopelessly, utterly—

Another door slammed shut from somewhere far off, causing the whole house to shake; and then, the basement door just...opened.

You couldn’t believe your luck. It was almost too easy, like some sort of dirty trick.

Unfortunately you were desperate, so it was just going to have to be a risk you were willing to take. You shimmied your way out of that door without a second thought.

Except once you stepped foot in the hall, you found yourself wishing you had of had second thoughts, because the halls were big. And long. And confusing. Everything looked the same, the halls never came to an end and were winding as heck, and you were quickly running out of time, patience, and energy.

And then someone you didn’t recognize turned around the corner.

It was a teenage boy with bright cherry-red hair. He had an innocent smile but a mischievous look in his eye, as if a cursory glance wasn’t enough to reveal all he was cracked up to be. He wore a nice-pressed stylish outfit that accented all his best features...which had to be just about every part of him. He was an insanely cute kid.

“Oh! Hi!” he greeted, rushing over to you. 

Crap crap crap… 

It was too late to make a run for it. You gave him your best innocent I’m totally lost smile.

“Hey…”

He beamed, but his face still managed to appear a little urgent. “Are you okay?! We’ve been searching everywhere for you.”

“For...For me…?”

It was honestly hard to find anything to say at all, given that the only person you’d had any contact with for the past three months was Jaemin. Seeing another living breathing human being in the flesh was giving you a bit of...culture shock, for lack of a better word.

The stranger nodded, then paused briefly to tilt his head to the side. “You are...y/n, aren’t you?”

“......” 

Should you tell him the truth? You didn’t know. Jaemin had warned you about bad people in this world...which is why he insisted on locking you away, and when you’d refused, he took you by force...but… 

But he had lied. He was a dirty, unbalance liar. And that was so three months ago…

“Y-Yes, I’m y/n.”

The boy smiled like a cunning fox. “Oh, thank goodness I found you, then. If you come with me, I can get you out of here. We have a car waiting out back.”

“A...car?”

“Yeah. You want to get out of here, don’t you?”

Of course you wanted out. How could you refuse? So in all your spite, you hastily took his hand, which he seemed a little apprehensive about holding back, and he led you through the winding halls and out the doorway.

The moment the night air hit your face for the first time, it took your breath away. It was so cool and refreshing, so liberating, you felt like you could swim around within the starry skies all night long, and the night after that, and the next one.

“Finally,” a raspy voice greeted from inside the vehicle. He pushed open the door, scooting back the next second to make room and help you inside. 

A temperamental brown-haired man was tapping his thumbs anxiously against the wheel in the driver's seat, a freckled face boy slouched back next to him, scrolling through his phone.

An actual phone. You hadn’t seen one of those in...what felt like years.

“Hurry up,” the driver hissed, looking back anxiously over his shoulder and then toward the house. “Did anyone see you leaving?”

“Did you hear any gunshots?” the redhead shot back. Grumpy narrowed his eyes.

“Hey. Watch it. I was just asking.”

“Well quit doing that and just drive already. Don’t forget you promised me a swing.”

A swing? …

You were about to ask what the heck that was all about when suddenly there was a loud pop! outside, followed by another one, then more. Everybody ducked for cover, and the brunette up front hit the gas...but the car hardly went anywhere.

“Sh*t!” he cursed, yanking out a...was that a…?

He’d yanked out a gun. All of them did.

You suddenly found yourself longing for the security and dull lifestyle of the sunless basement.

“Get down!” the cherry boy ordered, shoving you to the floor of the van. You squeaked and did as told, though it’s not like you really had much say in the matter.

Grumpy growled, cocking his weapon and aiming it out the shattered window. “I thought you said no one saw you!” he hissed. Cherry sighed, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. 

“I-I told you I didn’t see anyone! I cleared the entire house with Seungmin just like you asked!”

“Well you obviously did a terrible job! And Seungmin’s not even here, what are you talking about?!”

The younger boy sniffled, his voice cracking around the edges. “H-He hacked into the security cams...I--”

“Sheesh, lay off already Minho, this is his first time on the job.” The freckled boy spoke. He looked to be the most innocent of the bunch, yet sounded the most intimidating. “We all make mistakes our first time around--”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Minho barked. “You--”

“Hey!! Leave my partner alone!” ordered the shorter raspy-voiced one. “You’re the one that chose to park out here in the open like this!”

“We’re not in the open! Are you blind?! Do you not see all the damn trees outside?!?” He waved an overemphasized hand in the air, cursing as a bullet whizzed by and almost gave him a new piercing. He grumbled then, firing back a few rounds. “...I’m the one with the license, how many times do I have to tell you not to be a backseat driver?”

“Ugh, you’re such a killjoy...sh*t, we should have signed up for raiding the BTS hideout.” Raspy spoke to his partner. “Hyunjin and Jisung really got the better deal this time...”

His partner scoffed, shaking his head. “Agreed--”

The back windows exploded as a round of automatics blew up the glass, and the youngest redhead squeaked, throwing himself down and nearly dropping his gun.

Enough for you to grab it.

You don’t know what took over you in that second, but with little more than a fleeting thought you kicked once, twice, three times until the back doors flew open, throwing yourself out in the process. You heard the redhead screeching behind you, followed by shouts from the others as well, but you didn’t stop to look back or listen to what they had to say. You were getting out of here, for real this time.

But in your high of adrenaline you failed to realize it was a battlefield you were potentially throwing yourself in the middle of, and that was enough for your survival instincts to kick in and make you freeze, panic-stricken in both heart and mind.

Especially because in the next second, you found Jaemin standing right in front of you.

“Y/n!” he nearly yelled, out of breath and drenched in a layer of sweat. He was way more than a little angry this time. “What the hell are you doing out here?! How did you get outside?!?”

You didn’t have time for his stupid dumb questions, or to just be standing around like a target. Shakily, you rose the gun in your hand before you, gripping the cushioned handle tightly. You aimed it right at his heart.

Jaemin’s eyes went wide, then settled down to something subtle and almost lifeless, gray clouds forming on the horizon that casted a shadow over his face. He didn’t move an inch. “Y/n...put the gun down. Now.”

“......” You didn’t listen. Hesitantly, you released the safety. Jaemin flinched ever so slightly, though he tried to contain it.

“Y/n, please. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want what’s best for you. I warned you, didn’t I? That there were bad people in this world that were after you? ...They’re after me, really. They want me dead, y/n. And the best way for them to get under my skin is through you.”

“......” You’re hands were shaking more and more visibly at this point, to where you were barely able to keep the gun trained in one place-- it was everywhere, jumping from his face, his shoulder, his bicep. You swallowed hard, working relentlessly to keep the tears from pooling in your eyes and blinding you once again to the reality before you, putting you under a false lens of a made-up reality that Jaemin actually cared about you, that he was really safe, that he wanted what was best for you. A world he had crafted himself.

Do it, y/n. Just shoot already! He’s a liar! You can’t go back to being holed up in a basement for the rest of your life…!

A shot rang out that could be heard from miles away; it sounded distant, but in reality it was happening right in front of you.

Jaemin took a deep, ragged breath, lowering the smoking gun in his hand. A few seconds later you heard a body drop to the grassy wooded floor.

“MINHO!!!” Cherryboy screamed, tromps of footsteps filling up the back of your mind. You turned trembling hands and quivering lips behind you, where the one named Minho laid out on the ground, blood leaking from a wound on his chest. He coughed up more blood, cursing between each upheaval. 

“I...sh*t, I’m fine...just...uhn…”

He fell over whilst trying to stand, and the other three boys were at his side in an instant, then soon surrounded by more men in similar attire to Jaemin’s. A brush of fingers wisped against your shoulder, and you nearly screeched as you whirled to face the present danger, wrapping your arms around yourself, the gun falling at your feet.

Except there wasn’t any danger to be found. It was only Jaemin.

Not scary, psychotic, manipulative Jaemin. The Jaemin you once knew a long time ago, the one with soft eyes and blurred edges and a fragile, caring heart.

He had been right. He really had only wanted what was best for you. For the both of you; because you knew, or now realized, that Jaemin had and always would be a part of you. Your roots were here, with him.

You cried. Sobbed uncontrollably until the tears refused to stop falling, and Jaemin caught each and everyone, holding you tightly and securely in his strong, sheltering arms.

“Hey...shhh...it’s okay, now,” he whispered, brushing back your hair as you cried. He tilted your face up to look at him after a few moments, once the bad people who’d almost taken you to probably another basement or who knows where had been hauled away, smiling down you agilely. “I told you, didn’t I? This world isn’t safe. Please, let me protect you. I want to take care of you.”

“......” With shaky breath you nodded, slowly, gently allowing yourself to be cradled back into that false reality you were now finding to be true.

He smiled and helped you back inside, through the kitchen and down the maze of halls towards the basement. As you walked, your arm brushed up against a pair of glasses that soon after fell off the counter, the lenses shattering to the floor.

[sharperthewriter]

Twas the Mission Before a Possible Christmas (Parts 1-3)

From the Desk of Sharper "Twas the Mission Before A Possible Christmas" I've decided to toss my hat in the ring and devise a winter-based poem.

The first one is a Kim and Ron Possible-Stoppable telling Justin one of their high-school adventures (entirely in rhyme) before his bedtime. It is (kind of) to the tune of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas.

It exists within the Possible-Stoppable verse but is a standalone story.

The fanfic is rated K+ for mild swearing, mild action/peril, and a suggestive outfit.

The fanfic is also for Whitem's 10th Annual Writing SnowDaze Holiday Story Contest.

Kim Possible, characters and settings are created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney.

Alexa Stoppable was created by KPRS4ever. Justin Stoppable was created by Hotrod2001.

(December 15, 2019, 9pm) It was a cold and clear December night in Middleton. And along Maple Street, all of the houses were decked out in festive Christmas cheer, including that of the  Possible-Stoppables. Within the house the world-saving married couple called home was both Kim and Ron Possible-Stoppable, both now 31. Justin was now 7 and Alexa was now 4. She, Rufus, and Ron were tucking Justin into bed. "Mommy, can you tell me a Christmas story?" he asked his mom. "Justin..." Kim giggled, rubbing her son's head, "...I thought I did tell you all the Christmas stories known to mankind."

"No...I'm talking about that story...what's it called...?" Justin wondered. "What story are you talking about, sport?" Ron asked from the hallway. "That one that took place during our junior year, Ron!" Kim replied while brushing his blonde hair with her hands. "You mean....wait....before we became a couple or after, KPS?" Ron asked. "It was before Junior Prom, just to let you know." Kim replied, "And now...Ron, let's begin our story!"

'Twas the Night before Christmas And all through the Possible House Not a creature was stirring Except a fridge raid from Rufus, the naked mole mouse!

Rufus squeaked, "Huh?" and scratched his pink head.

"He's a naked mole rat, Ron!" Kim groaned. "KPS, we're doing a rhyming scheme here for our story!" Ron explained. "We're trying not to break it!"

"Ohhhh...." Kim said, now understanding what her husband was saying. "But let me set the scene for Justin here!" (Part I)

The story takes place in December 2005 The era of the croptop, boy band, and CD-ROM This was before social media began to thrive And yes, this was before me and your dad kissed at Junior Prom

We both walked our way to school Trying to recover from the last attempt from Ron trying to act cool. This was worse than when I had the chicken pox For that was when we had to deal with Zorpox. The weather was a bit gray and stormy outside and it totally blows That today, there was no forecast for any snow

"KP, that was so not fun with that Attitudeinator. My head totally hurts!" And no, said device was not invented by Dr. Doofenshmirtz

I replied, "Ron, you'll live. Right now, let us be thankful I can say it without doing a spit take It is the final day of high school before Winter Break For at least two weeks, I won't be around Bonnie, whom has no soul."

But Ron gasped, "But, KP, if it is the last day of school, and this isn't a scam. It means that we have to take...our final exams!"

Thunder and lightning emitted from the sky As Team Possible finally ran to the doors of Middleton High.

(PART II)

Barkin was in the classroom while the two made it with 2 minutes to spare. Me and Ron felt like, he was always everywhere. Barkin thundered, "Possible, Stoppable, take your seats in my class. "I'm here today because your regular teacher, Miss Martin, fell off an ass."

All of the students erupted in laughter while Kim laid down her purse Over the fact the Barkin had cursed The teacher moaned as if he was hexed by the School Board to be sent "I cannot wait until I be finally rid of you class clowns at my retirement." He then yelled "I'll get everyone's attention... ...If they all receive detention!"

Once the laughing instantly ended from that loud noise exposure Barkin regained his composure "You are here today because you are taking your final tests! Nothing brings me happiness like F's on the exams, just for some zest!"

He then glared at Ron "Stoppable, I noticed that your grades are slipping Due to the fact that there were periods of Study Hall that you keep on skipping."

Your father replied, "Mr. B, I have everything under control I'm ready to rock n' roll!"

I groaned, covering my eyes. For I was the one who always studied on  my missions But Ron had the premonition To be playing a handheld game called "Zap the Flies!"

So we took our tests for the next two hours' While Barkin stared his eyes around the room It's like watching his glare of doom For any look that appeared to be sour.

After that period of time We finally turned in our exams and felt fine. Exiting the room, we were finally free (I got an A in the test, and your father, luckily, got C)

(PART III) We both went to where my locker was Wade came on and asked, "Hey, you two, what's causing such a fuss?"

"Wade, sometimes, exams are hard When you have to do a two-hour essay featuring a work on the Bard!"

Ron grasped his hand While Rufus massaged it as best as he can. He added, "Thankfully we only have one final test. And then we can finally escape this educational mess. And this bad weather!" I laughed, "And to think that Barkin would laugh at your sweater!"

And then, just to make things more fun Bonnie  appeared with her croptop sweater and baggy overalls undone I asked "B, what are you doing this time? You vile girl who has no soul!" "I would not even touch you with a 39 1/2 foot pole!"

But Miss Rockwaller continued to mock. "Excuse me, Farmer Jane."

"The way you wear your overalls is so dumb and lame!"

I snarked "FYI, I always follow the dress code at school. You on the other hand, showing off your CB Boxers? Not so cool!" The youngest of the Rockwaller family gave a slight grin. For she had an ace up her sleeve against me and him.

"Just wanted to let you know that there's going to be a Christmas party And you two losers are probably  not going to be invited!"

Ron whined, "Aww....I wanted to show off my dance moves that are bon-diggety!" "Face it, Stoppable!" Bonnie snarked, "There's so no way to fight it!"

"Where is the party, B?" I asked to my long-time rival. "Tara's house, K..." Bonnie explained, "...and you will be stuck in denial!" "For it requires the person who received the invite...." "To give Tara a gift so that she can open it on sight!" "Oh and also, in addition to giving a gift to Tara and her brother. "The people who are invited have to give gifts to each other!

"I bet your gifts are gonna suck. So dumb and so lame Possible'll probably only give you an outdated video game! "As of Stoppable? Four words: Bueno Nacho Bueno Bucks

The brunette continued, "I would love to stay...."

"But I got some some decorating at the house to do.... Including wrapping a present or two....

So see you losers after the holidays!"

[iamnotbrianmay]

The A Experience

Hey boys, Im back! So not really a maylor centric chapter but yeh, I love this story so much and I’m so excited cause im getting so close to finishing it! 

the taglist goes as follows: @seven-seas-of-why, @twotitsjohndeacon, @dancindeaky, @gee-uloser, @mozzarellamazzello, @mozzie-s, @deracine-dogma-deux, @shutupanddontjudge, @warping-reality, @demianhill , @zodiacal-dust-and-curls

so, on with the chapter boys. 

One Month After the Incident;

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: u said eggs, milk and what else

The Impostor: ?????

Melina: sugar

Melina: really darling, it’s like the fifth time you’ve asked me

Melina: get a grip, taylor

The Impostor: Fuck You

Diqi <3: Bring some cereal too

Maggie: And some chamomile tea, please. -Bri.

The room dissolved into laughter at the thought of Roger reading the message and angrily cursing at Brian for his texting habits. He and John were shaking with laughter while Brian sat, smiling smugly, on the chair closest to the fireplace. A book in his lap and his cellphone in the other.

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: Fuck You, too.

Freddie was comfortably nestled in the sofa, a pen in one hand and the other tangled in his boyfriend’s unruly hair, while a cheesy love song streamed out of the old turntable John had managed to fix up. Their single Billie Holiday record had been playing on repeat for the better part of the afternoon, yet none of them seemed to mind.

These were Freddie’s favourite days, when the rain was pitter-pattering lightly against the window panes, the house smelled of the cinnamon rolls which were baking in the oven, and his boyfriend was draped over his lap.

The only thing that was be missing from the happy scene at the moment was their drummer.

Roger had almost instantly fit in perfectly in their small family, a contrast to Brian and Deacy’s calm and a counter balance to Freddie’s much more animated personality. They had found that in the short months that Roger had joined their group they had grown so used to his presence that not having him there was jarring, to say the least. His absence was a tangible thing, yet in this case it was their own fault that he wasn’t there with them.

They had kicked him out the night before, when the small amount of clothes that he had in Brian’s closet had all been deemed dirty, and all of his contact lenses had been used up.

They had told him to go to his flat, get clean clothes, buy new contact lenses, and get some groceries on his way back. It had started to get ridiculous as he stumbled around wearing Freddie’s old Rolling Stones t-shirt, tripping on the hem of Brian’s too-large pyjama pants. Then there was the day he’d tried to justify a Star Wars shirt and Deacy’s old ripped jeans as the wardrobe of a respectable pre-med student. In fact, it was getting so ridiculous that Freddie had seriously considered just asking Roger to move in with them.

Not that it would make much of a difference except that the rent would be split 4 ways instead of 3.

He had been trying to find the right moment to talk about it with the two other occupants of their flat, but always found himself being cut short by Roger’s arrival or his fear of the request being met badly. Which was quite unlikely, given that they had all become quite smitten with the blonde drummer.

A particularly loud clap of thunder was accompanied by a flash of lightning; the lights in the flat flickered slightly and the record skipped a beat or two. It only lasted a moment, then Freddie looked down and resumed running his hands through Deacy’s hair.

John sat up suddenly, closing his book.

“We should ask Roger to come live with us” he said, as if he had read his boyfriends mind.

Freddie smiles and sighed in relief, “Oh, I’m glad we can agree that it’s about time!”

“It’s just ridiculous not to,” John continued, “We like him, he likes us, and selling furniture and splitting expenses could really help towards recording our first album.”

Freddie frowned, “Selling our furniture?”

John nodded, as if it was the most logical thing in the world, “He has furniture, we have furniture too, we could just see which is in a better and sell what we don’t want.”

“That’s brilliant Deaks!” Freddie took the chance to give John a quick peck, “You’re brilliant. What do you think, Maggie?”

Brian made a pained face, “I like the idea, it’s just—”

“Oh, come on!” Freddie interrupted, “It’s not like he doesn’t pretty well live here already!”

“I know, but—!”

“But?” John asked, “He sleeps in your bed every night Brian! It’s not like you have a problem with him being around!”

Brian made a frustrated noise, “Will you just let me finish?!”

That shut them up, and soon they were both expectantly waiting for Brian to explain himself. Freddie felt especially confused, fully knowing that Brian was currently head over heels for Roger, and couldn’t imagine what possible objections he could have to him moving in. Brian muttered something softly and Freddie frowned.

“Speak up, Bri we can’t hear you.”

Brian nervously tucked his hair behind his ear and cleared his throat, “If he moved in we wouldn’t need to share a bed anymore.”

“Oh,” Freddie’s felt his heart melt a little for his awkward friend, “oh, Brian. That is so cute.”

“You’re utterly fucked, mate ” John added.

Brian glared at Deacy, which lost its effect somewhat when combined with the blush spreading across his cheeks. “Like you two are any better!”

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: bri there is no chamomile tea! :((

The Impostor: I’ll bring you some other types of tea to make up for it

The Impostor: sorry <3

“I feel like Roger won’t be keen on sleeping alone either,” Freddie commented as Side B of the record came to an end and Deaky got up off of the sofa to change it, “you could always talk to him about it.”

“Freddie.”

“I know, I know, you’re giving him his time, but you also have to think about how it’s hurting you.” There was a beat of silence, before ‘I’ll be Seeing You’ started to play softly, “This waiting is hurting you, too Bri.”

Brian let his eyes drift over to his phone, which was still displaying Roger’s message on the screen. Freddie watched as his friend’s eyes softened and his shoulders dropped; he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, not to mention a little guilty.

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for Brian, finding someone like Roger, having to pretend for god knows how long, before getting smacked in the face with the reality that they wouldn’t be able to get together because of what Freddie had done.

Yes, he most definitely still felt very guilty for that particular incident.  

The younger man’s eyes drifted from the phone to the single photo that had been left on their wall after Tim’s true nature was revealed. It was a snapshot of the three of them, huddled together in the snow, drinking hot chocolate.

Freddie could still remember that afternoon quite clearly. It was back when they weren’t a group yet, back when Deaky was just his friend, and Brian was just a nerdy guy with a strong personality and flair for the guitar. For a second Freddie wondered what their life would have been like if Roger had been a part of that photo.

Would they have already released an album? Would Brian and Roger be a couple? Would they be rich and famous by then? Or would their band have fallen apart before things even picked up?  

“I can’t do that to him.” He was taken out of his thoughts by Brian’s voice, “I can’t tell him to hurry up because I no longer want to be single. It doesn’t seem fair. Even if it hurts me to know it was so close but seems so far away.”

“Brian—”

“Let him finish, Fred.”

The guitarist shot Deaky a grateful look, “He needs his space, so I will give it to him. He needs time to get his thoughts in order, so I will wait for him. I can do that, I don’t mind. I’ve survived this long haven’t I?”

Freddie could see the reasoning behind his thinking, but couldn’t help but feel a tug in his heartstrings on behalf of his friend. Brian May, his soul brother, his Maggie deserved the world and more. He did not deserve to have to wait for a love that in the end might not come to be.  “Does he knows this?” He asked.

Brian bit his lower lip, then shook his head, “Well, sort of? I told him that I wanted to be his friend and give him time but...” Brian shrugged.

The thought left unfinished, Freddie let it hang in the air until it became clear that Brian wasn’t going to add anything more.

“I think you should tell him.” In the end it wasn’t him who spoke, but Deaky, “Tell him that you are willing to wait for him. Make it clear you aren’t going anywhere if he doesn’t want you to go.”

Brian frowned again, “That’s what I was planning on doing.”

“And what exactly is stopping you?” Deaky pushed.

“I guess..” Brian paused. “I guess I just don’t want to say that and end up pining for someone for years and never getting anything in return.”

That hit Freddie where it hurt, mainly because he knew it was partially their fault that Brian was feeling this way. All of the teasing, in their minds, was always just that, teasing. But on more than one occasion Freddie found had himself wondering if they sometimes took it a little too far.

Clearly they had, far enough for Brian to feel so ashamed about his lack of love life that he had decided to find a fake boyfriend Tinder, of all places.

“Maggie, darling, you have that drummer wrapped around your pinky finger. I’m pretty sure he would wait a thousand years for you, too.” He smiled reassuringly.

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“And if he isn’t willing to wait a thousand years for you, then I guess we’ll just have to kill him,” Deaky said ,with a straight face.

That made Brian laugh, and Freddie took the opportunity to text a quick, ‘yeh’ back to the blonde, before continuing with the conversation at hand. “ I don’t think we have to plan his murder just yet. First you’ll  have to talk to him, invite him to move in, and then declare your undying love for him. If all that doesn’t convince him, then we can start planning his murder.”

Brian laughed again, only this time it sounded more like a nervous kind of laugh, and Freddie just wanted to wrap a blanket around Brian’s shoulders, to keep him safe from all the things that affected his sensitive friend so deeply. Finally, the guitarist turned back towards his friends and smiled softly, “Thanks guys.”

“Don’t thank us yet,” Deaky said, “Thank us on your wedding day!” He winked.

Brian chuckled, “Okay Deaks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

The song changed from Billie Holiday’s soft crooning to a long trumpet solo, before Brian spoke again.

“Do you really think he’d wait for me too?”

There was a soft ding from the kitchen, announcing that the cinnamon rolls were ready to be taken out of the oven, and both Freddie and John ignored it in favour of finish their talk with Brian.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Brian,” John said, he might have been the youngest, but he was often the most sincere, “he’d wait an eternity for you, that ridiculous satsuma boy.”

That seemed to reassure Brian, he seemed to relax somewhat at the mention of the nickname and of the ridiculous story they had crafted for the sake of his grand deception.

“Brian, darling, come take my place. I’ll go make sure the flat doesn’t burn down with the cinnamon buns.”

The younger man did as he was asked, crawling over the sofa to lean against Deaky’s back while Freddie went to the kitchen to take care of the baking. He took meticulous care when it came to baking; carefully spreading the icing on every single treat, and lovingly sprinkling them with what little cinnamon and sugar they had leftover. Once they were done he came back to the living room, only to find that the record had finished and his two boys had fallen asleep.

Smiling fondly at them, he placed the treats on the tea table, and turned the vinyl over yet another time. A lovely melody filled the apartment once again and Freddie couldn’t help but wonder how people could possibly prefer phone speakers to the heavenly sound of a record player. Then soft rattling came from the front door as Roger stepped into the flat. Freddie went over to help Roger with his backpack or the shopping bags, and found that Roger was only carrying only one of them.

“Liz, darling, where are your clean clothes? You did do laundry didn’t you?” He gave Roger the serious eye.

Roger smiled at Freddie shaking his hair lightly to rid himself of the few raindrops that hadn’t soaked through his hair. He left the bags on the kitchen counter and smiled at Freddie as he began undoing his coat, “Of course I did laundry! But don’t worry, I’ll go home tonight. Even I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome, Fred.”

Freddie crossed the few steps in between them in the blink of an eye, and started buttoning up his coat. The younger man just stared at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t be daft, dear,” he chided Roger, “I’m buttoning your coat again.”

“What for?” Roger asked, still clearly confused.

Freddie smiled brightly, “‘Because we are going back out to get your clothes, lovie. Why else?”

The smile Roger gave him was enough to make the singers chest fill with warmth. He could only imagine how he’d look once they asked him to move in— Freddie couldn’t wait.

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A Christmas Surprise

Hello @awkwardlittleintrovert ! I’m your santa for the @rusame-secret-santa-2018 event! I’m so sorry I’m late, but I hope you’ll enjoy your gift!

Prompts: (I used them all)

1. Snowball fight, and when it’s over, they’re both super tired and cold (except Ivan, of course, he isn’t cold) so they go inside their house and warm up with cuddles and hot chocolate. (Human AU.) Can be slightly NSFW. 2. Alfred is super sad because he and Ivan can’t celebrate Christmas together, so Ivan flies from Russia so they can enjoy the holidays together. Can be slightly NSFW. 3. Alfred, Ivan, Matthew, Gilbert, Arthur and Francis celebrate Christmas together in the states. (Super fluffy and maybe a little bit angsty?? Just because Ivan’s never really had big family holidays.)

Title: A Christmas Surprise

Characters: Alfred, Ivan, Matthew, Gilbert, Arthur, and Francis (Human AU)

Words: 2,688

Summary: The FACE family is celebrating Christmas together, but Alfred’s sad because Ivan couldn’t make it. Little does he know, there’s a surprise for him in store...

Matthew pulled Gilbert along upstairs. "Easy there," Gilbert chuckled. "I promise I'll take off that shirt of yours at some point tonight, but it's a little early, don't you think?"

"Oh, it's not about that." Matthew closed the guest bedroom door behind them. "Haven't you seen Alfred?"

"Our sparkling host? Except he looks so sour I'm worried he'll make the punch go bad."

"Exactly." He bit his lip. "I've done something."

"You put maple syrup in the punch?"

"What? No. I've planned a surprise."

"Oh, I love surprises."

"I'm going to pop out for a moment and I need you to cover for me."

Gilbert played with Matthew's hair. "How long will you be gone?"

"About half an hour. Not that they're likely to notice..."

"I'll notice."

Matthew smiled. "After this, I'll be all yours." He stole a quick kiss before embarking on his mission.

Alfred watched his breath form clouds in the cold outside air. Normally he'd be delighted at the sight of so much snow, trying to see how many snow angels he could make before Arthur scolded him. But now it all seemed a bit too empty. Sure, it was nice celebrating Christmas with his family. Arthur, Francis, Matthew… even Gilbert had made it. He and Matthew looked really cute together and Alfred was happy for them.

But he'd have been happier if Ivan was here too.

It wouldn't have been their first Christmas together. They'd met back in university when Alfred was teamed up with the Russian exchange student for a project. One encounter with mistletoe later, they were inseparable. They saw each other a few times a year, and this year they'd planned for Ivan to come over to the States. But his boss wouldn't let him take these days off. And so, there was no romantic Christmas together for them this year.

In a cupboard upstairs, Alfred had hidden everything he'd planned for Ivan this Christmas; presents, matching sweaters, even some Christmas pillows for cheerful Holiday cuddling. But none of it would be used. In a bout of frustration, Alfred had nearly told Ivan to just move in with him already. But he didn't want to risk moving too fast and ruining their relationship, especially not around the Holidays.

It's not like Alfred wasn't enjoying himself. He loved spending the Holidays with his family. But after hours of watching Matthew and Gilbert act all lovey-dovey, he was starting to feel a bit lonely. When the radio also started playing 'Lonely this Christmas,' with Gilbert pulling Matthew along for a slow dance, Alfred decided he needed some air.

Just when his ears were beginning to freeze off, Matthew appeared with a suitcase.

"Dude, weren't you inside just now?"

"Ah, I forgot some luggage in the car."

Alfred knew that suitcase... "Isn't that..."

Matthew hurried past him. "See you inside!"

Nah, probably coincidence... Alfred blew some warm air into his hands. At least they got a white Christmas. That was something. He should take a picture and send it to—

A snowball hit him square in the face. "What the… Who did that?" He wiped his face clean and looked around, but didn't see anyone. "Come out or I'll—" Another snowball nearly knocked him off his feet. "Fine, have it your way..." He crouched by the nearest tree and gathered some snow. "Bring it on!"

Nothing.

"I'm ready for—" He got hit in the back and fell face-first into the snow. "That's it!" He started throwing snowballs at random, hoping to hit something. He got plenty in return, which gave him a clue in which direction to throw. His opponent moved fast and he could barely keep up. "Show yourself!" The answer was another snowball. Alfred retaliated and finally managed to hit something, judging by the flash of movement and the soft cursing. He quickly threw another snowball, and another, approaching the figure ducking behind the bushes. "Surrender now!"

"Never."

Alfred stopped. That voice…

Ivan got up from behind the bushes and wiped the snow off his coat. Alfred let out an unholy screech and jumped at him, making them both stumble and fall to the ground.

"Ivan! You're here!"

"Yes," Ivan managed to get out despite Alfred sitting on his lungs.

"You made it!"

"Thank your brother, he was the one to get me a hotel room on such short notice."

"Dude!"

"Surprise."

Alfred kissed him deeply, pressing him deeper into the snow. Ivan held him close but pulled away from the kiss. "Comrade, your skin is colder than my vodka in winter."

"Oh! Right, come inside!" He climbed off Ivan and pulled him up. "Come on, everyone's waiting!" He dragged Ivan along, who chuckled softly.

Once inside, Alfred nearly ripped both their coats off. "It's going to be great! We're having a huge Christmas dinner tonight, and tomorrow we'll open our presents! Though nothing can top this surprise… Come on now!" He pushed Ivan in front of him through the narrow hallway. Ivan had to be careful not to bump into just about everything. "Everyone! My boyfriend is here!"

"Hello, Ivan," Francis chuckled from the couch, holding a glass of wine.

"Alfred, you've introduced us through Skype, remember?" Arthur was holding a dish with his oven mittens. His pink apron spelled 'Kiss the chef'. A Christmas present from Francis last year, which Arthur had sworn he'd never wear.

"B-Big…" Gilbert mumbled as Alfred got on his tiptoes to peek over Ivan's shoulder. "You never told me your brother's dating a giant," he whispered to Matthew.

Ivan blushed. "I-It's nice to meet you…"

Alfred squeezed himself between Ivan and the doorframe. "Need… Dry clothes… Catch cold…"

"You two freshen up," Francis said. "Dinner will be ready in a bit."

"Aw yeah! Ivan, I made the apple pie you like so much! And Dad makes his Christmas cake again this year! Papa always jokes how, if a fight would break out, the cake would be his weapon of choice—You get it? It's because it's harder than a rock! But then Dad carries it out and it's on fire and it's the coolest thing ever!"

"Alfred, you've had enough sugar for tonight," Francis chuckled.

"Aww! Hey, Ivan, check this out!" He pressed a button on the Christmas tree lighting, making it start flickering violently. "Cool, huh? It's like one of the snowstorms at your place but cheerful!"

Arthur huffed and turned the flicker mode off, but Alfred didn't notice.

"You're cold, come on!" He pushed Ivan up the stairs to his bedroom, nearly giving him a head-on confrontation with a lamp. Alfred got out everything he'd hidden away. "These are presents… Here, put this on!" He quickly removed Ivan's shirt and helped him into a Christmas sweater. It had a polar bear on it surrounded by holly. Alfred squealed. "It looks so good on you! Hang on…" He searched around until he found a button, turning on the shirt's lights. "It's perfect! One more thing…"

Ivan rolled his eyes and pulled Alfred in for a deep kiss. Alfred let out a sound and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Ivan's waist. Ivan chuckled and gently laid him down on the bed, crawling over him, sneaking his hands under Alfred's equally obscene Christmas sweater.

"W-Wait…" Alfred breathed.

"Christmas stuff later, eating you now."

"What about dinner?"

"You're the first course."

"Actually, the first course is meat—"

"No, it's you." Ivan continued kissing him, nearly pulling off his sweater.

"Boys?" Francis called from downstairs. "I know you two must be having so much fun, but dinner's on the table."

"Coming!" Alfred called, climbing off the bed. "Ivan, I promise we'll have time together, but first we need to eat." He pulled Ivan along, nearly making him walk into the lamp again. "Where do you want to sit? Oh, sit here!" He pushed Ivan into a chair and sat down on the one next to him. The others gathered at the table too, with Arthur putting a big meat pie on the table.

"Is that edible?" Gilbert whispered to Matthew.

"Take a small portion, eat two bites, and hide the rest in your napkin. I have stomach medicine for the aftermath."

"It smells delicious," Ivan said.

"I know," Arthur said, cutting it up with a smug smile.

"Let's start!" Alfred scooped up a big slice for Ivan and then for himself.

Ivan took a tentative bite, and then another, and then dug in. "It's delicious…! Could I get some more?"

Everyone at the table looked surprised, Arthur most of all. "Of course." He put a big piece on Ivan's plate. "You seem like a fine gentleman. Alfred should invite you over more often."

"I'll be very eager to come if there's such delicious food."

"Are we sure he's human?" Gilbert whispered as Ivan finished his second plate with delight.

Throughout the next courses, Alfred chatted away while Ivan nodded with his mouth full. Gilbert studied the Russian bear for signs of alien DNA. Matthew talked to Francis, who rubbed his drunk husband's shoulder.

For dessert, Matthew carried in the burning Christmas cake as Arthur was too likely to stumble and fall. He put a piece on Ivan's plate. "Dad's drunk, so he won't notice if you don't eat it," he whispered.

"Why would I not eat it?"

"Have a small taste and discover for yourself. Careful, there's lots of alcohol in it. It's the secret behind the whole fire act, as well as the only edible component."

Ivan poked it for a bit before biting down on a piece. Gilbert was about to hide his own slice in his napkin, but he stopped and watched with big eyes how Ivan munched away on the rock-like dessert. "Not human…"

"Everything here is so delicious!" Ivan beamed, Alfred bouncing with joy next to him.

"You're bloody right it is," Arthur slurred. "Ivan, you are my new son."

"Darling, you're drunk," Francis said, his own cheeks red from the wine as well.

Arthur reached behind him and grabbed a box.

"Christmas crackers!" Alfred cheered.

Arthur held one side up for him and Alfred pulled it with a loud bang. He put on the little paper crown that came out of it. Matthew grabbed a cracker from the box as well. "Papa, we're next."

Ivan sat back a little. They were having a family moment and he shouldn't interfere. He watched them laugh and put on their crowns, and thought about how lovely it would be to have a family like this… He wiped his mouth with his napkin and tried to remain still. He didn't want to disturb them, after all.

"Ivan?"

He looked up. Gilbert was holding up a cracker. "Do you want to pop one with me? As new members of the family?"

"I…"

"Go on, pull it!" Alfred urged.

Ivan carefully grabbed an end.

"Hold very tight and pull it!"

Ivan pulled and dragged Gilbert across the table. "Oh!" He quickly let go. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," Gilbert said, rubbing his sore shoulder. "What do those Russians feed their kids…"

"Try again," Alfred said. "Come, I'll help you." He grabbed one end of the cracker. "There's a trigger inside. You need to squeeze it as you pull."

Ivan nodded and gripped his end.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

Alfred pulled and Ivan held on tight, startled by the pop. "You did it!" Alfred took the paper crown and planted it on Ivan's head. "There you go! You're a king now!" He kissed Ivan's cheek.

Ivan touched the crown and blushed. A king… That made him sound pretty cool…

"Do you think your family likes me?" Ivan asked, watching the whipped cream dissolve in his hot chocolate. Everyone had gone to bed already and it was just the two of them on the couch, curled in a blanket.

Alfred got more comfortable on Ivan's lap. "Like you? They'd adopt you if they could."

"R-Really?"

"Yeah."

"…Me?"

"Yes, you." He looked into Ivan's confused eyes. "Believe it or not, but you're not that hard to like."

"But… I don't really have much of a family…"

"Then you can become a part of mine."

"They'd let me?"

"I'm not sure they'll even let you leave here anymore. Especially Dad." Ivan hugged him happily. Alfred chuckled and stroked his hair. "How long are you staying for?"

"Well, I haven't bought a plane ticket back to Russia yet, so until then…"

"You'll be here with new year's?"

"If you'll have me."

Alfred hugged him. "I'd have you all the time if I could."

"We could…"

"Mm?"

"N-Nothing…"

"Tell me." Alfred rubbed Ivan's blushing cheek with his thumb.

"Well, Russian Christmas is on January 7…"

"Did you have plans?"

"Not yet."

"I could try to come over if I can get some days off work. Hopefully, my boss will be more lenient than yours."

Ivan stayed quiet.

"If you want to, of course."

"I do…"

"But?"

He bit his lip.

"Ivan, what is it?"

"I may have done something stupid…"

"What did you do?" Alfred set his cup down on the table and pulled the blanket closer around them.

"I quit my job."

"What? Why?"

"They wouldn't let me take these days off. You looked so sad when I told you I couldn't come. So, in a moment of impulsivity, I quit my job and bought a ticket to America."

"Ivan…"

"I know."

"What will you do when you get back?"

"I haven't made any solid plans yet. I just wanted to be with you."

Alfred sighed. "Stay until at least January 7. We can look into new jobs for you together if you want to. I don't feel comfortable sending you back without being sure you'll be able to pay for food and rent." If Ivan would just move in with him... But this really wasn't the time to bring that up.

"About that…"

"What?"

"I've been thinking in my hotel room… Nothing substantial, just throwing ideas around..."

"And?"

"It's not like I haven't worked in America before, during my time studying here…"

"Are you saying…"

"I should be able to find a job here. I don't think the paperwork will be a problem either. I could try to find a place to live nearby."

"Or you could move in with me." It was out before he could stop himself.

"You… You'd want that?"

"Ivan, when will you learn that I love you very, very much?"

"I don't know, I'm a tough learner. Maybe you should say it a few times more," he said with a cheeky grin.

Alfred rolled his eyes and kissed him. "I love you, Ivan. Please move in with me."

"How can I say no to you. Yes, I'll move in with you."

Alfred kissed him and Ivan barely managed to put his cup aside. He laid Alfred down on the couch and kissed down along his neck. "You're still cold…"

Alfred shivered. "Well, it's like minus one hundred out there…"

"Just a chill breeze. But we should do something about it. You can't catch a cold on Christmas."

"Then hurry and warm me up."

"Working on it." Ivan pulled off both their shirts and kissed Alfred deeply, pulling his body close. Alfred moaned and wrapped his legs around Ivan's waist.

"Ivan?"

"Mm?"

"You're the best Christmas present ever."

"And this is the best Christmas I've ever had."

"Merry Christmas, Ivan."

"Merry Christmas."

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By Your Side

m e m b e r : mr jeon wONWOO (gif above killed me)

g e n r e : fluff!! (again sorry i love fluff)

w o r d c o u n t : 1.9k

i n t r o : high school life, you were always so young, reckless and rash. you would date guys who thought loved you but were just playing with you, but you never knew the only guy that mattered was by your side, all along. 

a / n : hi everyone, thank you for all the follows, notes and messages!  it really made my day and i’m so happy really... here’s another story of another man that pulled me in his lane.... this is actually a remake of my dream from a few nights ago so, i hope you enjoy it! lots of love~

“That’s it. We’re breaking up.” Mingyu said, slamming his locker. The slam was so loud, the whole hall became silent. You saw that everyone’s head turned, and they were all looking at you two. “I’ve had enough of you, you’re not even that pretty. My ex isn’t even jealous of you.” What? Did you hear him right?

“Your ex? So I was a rebound all along?” Mingyu snickered. “No need to label yourself so high, you were nothing less then something to make my ex jealous.” He sighed and walked away, “Don’t call me ever again.” You watched as he walked away and your eyes blurred with tears.

You turned your head, hid your face and ran straight into the toilet. You heard footsteps following you, and then pounding on the door. “Hey, open up!” “Let us in, please.” It was your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungyeon. You cried and cried, before the door burst open, Wonwoo looking at you before pulling you up into a hug.

Seungyeon sighed, “I really don’t want to say it, but we told you. He was just using you. It’s the 5th one of this year.” Wonwoo shot a look over at Seungyeon and she immediately kept quiet. He hugged you tighter and hushed you, patting your back. “It’s going to be okay, just cry it out.”

A little back story to the 3 of you, you guys have been friends since the first year of high school, since you guys came from the same middle school. It’s been 3 years, but you guys have been together ever since.

Seungyeon and Wonwoo dated 2 years ago, but broke up after a month because they agreed that it’s better to stay friends. At least that’s what they both told you, you never dugged into it since it was a sensitive topic.

Soon after, the 3 of you returned to class. Seungyeon sat infront of you while Wonwoo sat on your right. Luckily, your seat was the last row, by the window. You could daydream without being caught. You were staring at your maths paper with a blank mind and Wonwoo looked at you before sighing.

He slid a piece of paper to your table, and it read, “Hey, you okay? Cheer up, Superman Woo is here to push you on.” On it was a drawing of allegedly him, wearing a cape and flying. You snickered at his drawing skills, but look over and thanked him with a smile. He winked at you and you giggled.

It was no denying that there is something going on with you and Wonwoo, you would hold his hands occasionally in public, cuddle him during movie nights and even peck his cheek. Well, it’s not your fault that he is so dorky and good looking.

Later on, after school ended, Seungyeon and Wonwoo sent you home and stayed over for dinner. Seungyeon gave you a pep talk on how you should focus on passing your college entry exams and how some boys are just not worth stressing over. Wonwoo just sat and cheered at her.

“So promise us, that you will focus on your entry exams and not date boys who are just going to break your heart!” Seungyeon said, pointing her pen in the centre of your head. And of course, you pink promised them.

As they were leaving, Wonwoo stopped at the door, pulling you into a hug. “You deserve the best, and I hope you don’t settle for anything less.” He kissed your forehead, before walking away. For some reason it made your heart flutter.

The last few months of high school, you spent it surrounded in books with Wonwoo and Seungyeon. Of course, your looks had scored some boys staring at you in the library. There was countless boys who slid notes of their phone numbers, but Wonwoo always crushed them and threw it away. You took his action as not getting distracted, since it’s part of your promise.

Before you knew it, college entry exams were over, and you guys were on a 3 month holiday before eventually collecting your results, which then determine your future. For the first month, the 3 of you worked crazy hours in the cafe in the literal centre of all of your houses.

You guys probably earned enough for next 6 months, so the rest of the 2 months was spent just lazing around at each other’s house, pigging out, movie nights and catching up on sleep.

Before you guys knew it, it was graduation day. “Man, I’m so ready to get out of this damn school!” Seungyeon said as she walked by your side.

“Me too! Hey wait, where’s Wonwoo?” He was always there with you guys in the morning, but today he wasn’t. “That dick is probably asleep, he thinks this morning assembly is just the principal giving a long speech and a bunch of girls crying.” Well shit, it’s not like what he said wasn’t true. “If I had known, I would stay home too.”

Soon after a bunch of crying session, we all returned to the homeroom class. Wonwoo still wasn’t there, and the morning class was about to end. “Geez this man is really skipping a whole day of school!” You shouted, mentally cursing him for not asking you to join.

“Ah well anyways, let’s go! I booked us an make over appointment!” What did she just say? “AGAIN?! Where did you get all this money?!” Before you could continue nagging and digging, Seungyeon dragged you away.

After a short drive, you guys arrived at a salon and were greeted by a few really nice ladies. They told us to wash up before dressing us in our uniforms again, then styling our hair and makeup. “What the hell Seungyeon, it’s just a graduation party, not your wedding goddamnit!”

Seungyeon rolled her eyes and after a power nap, you guys were done. “Dang, you look stunning. No wonder guys are always all over you.” Seungyeon said, eyeing you. You slapped her before the staff draped your graduation gowns over you guys.

“Congrats on the graduation! Wishing you an amazing day ahead!” The manager said, before we left to the school. While on the road, Seungyeon kept looking at me. “Stop doing that!” You said loudly, slapping her thigh. “I can’t help it when my best friend is sOoooOo gorgeous!” You rolled your eyes and before you knew it, you guys were in school.

You arrived in the hallway and met up with your classmates. You scanned around for a tall dorky man but none was sighted. “Damn, Jeon Wonwoo is really planning on screwing up his graduation?” You said to Seungyeon, who was touching up her blush.

“I need to go to the bathroom, this blush is just not working. Please help me.” You guys walked over to the bathroom and you stood there, waiting for Seungyeon to fix her blush, just then, an old lady walked into the toilet.

“Excuse me young lady?” She asked, walking towards you. “Ah, yes? May I help you?” You said, smiling. “I’m lost. Can you bring me to the sky garden?” You shot Seungyeon a look, “I’ll be fine, I’ll meet you in the hall later after I fix this.” You nodded and proceeded to help the old lady.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you need to go to the sky garden?” You asked the old lady politely, and she smiled. “There’s where I met my husband. I would like to see it again.” You exchanged conversation with the old lady while on the way to the sky garden.

“It’s right here, straight ahead-“ You looked to the direction of the garden and spotted a bunch of people, standing in 2 lines, holding flowers. Upon closer inspection, it was your parents, grandparents, Wonwoo’s parents, a grandfather, your little sister and Seungyeon at the door.

“What- What is th-“ You asked the old lady before she handed you the same rose everyone was holding. “Move along my dear. I forgot to tell you, my dear grandson is Wonwoo!” She said smiling, pushing me towards everyone. I walked slowly, looking at this odd scenario.

My dad was first to hand me the rose, “For every time you made me smile.” You looked at him weirdly, before your mum passed you the rose she was holding, “For every time you made my heart beat faster.” You walked down more, and next were Wonwoo’s parents.

“For every time you brighten up my dark days.” Wonwoo’s dad smiled proudly. You thanked him before moving on to his mum. “For every time you let me open up to you.” You thanked her, moving on to what you assumed to be Wonwoo’s grandfather, husband of the old lady you just helped.

“For every time you cared for me when I was sick.” You thanked him, and your sister passed you her rose. “For when you would tell me stupid jokes, and I would laugh because of how cute you are!” You kissed her forehead and turned to Seungyeon.

“And for every time you made me feel like the luckiest man on earth.” Seungyeon passed me the rose and smiled proudly. She stepped aside and I pushed open the door. There was Wonwoo, smiling widely seeing you.

“H-hi. You look beautiful.” He said, as you walked towards him. He was holding a hUGE bouquet of roses. “Thank you, Wonwoo ah.” You smiled and he smiled widely. He then looked me in the eye, before her fumbled with something from his pocket.

“Listen, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time ever. And I hate seeing you get hurt by guys who don’t know how to appreciate how beautiful, amazing and kind you are. I love you, your smile, how you cheer me up, how you make my days brighter, your stupidly cute jokes, your kindness and how beautiful you are. I want to show you just how you deserved to be treated. You deserve the world world, and I want to give it to you.”

After he said that, he just stood there, eyes sparkling. I was at a loss of words, I just smiled. He then looked at me, “Will you make me the luckiest man in the world, and be my girlfriend?” You smiled even wider, if that was possible.

“In a hearbeat.” You breathed out because you lost your breath and Wonwoo hugged you, spinned you around and kissed you. “I love you.” All your life you were chasing someone who didn’t love you.

But what you didn’t know, was the person who mattered most, was by your side.