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Man this one hit hard.
My mom raised me pretty much by herself - she had her family helping, and technically I have a stepfather, but he was useless and the rest of her family had their own damn lives.
When I was in third grade, we learned about the American Revolution, and we did a little classroom play based on it about if the war was a baseball game (idk man, the 90s were weird). All the big people in the war were baseball players - Washington, Hamilton, etc. for the Americans, King George et. all for the British - and I forget who I was, but I was the person who hit the winning home run that gave Americans the game (I think I might have been Lafayette?).
Parents are invited to see the one-day play, which is in the middle of the day during school time. I get it, it's hard to get out of work. My grandparents were sick so they couldn't come. But my mother promised up and down, over and over, left and right, that she would absolutely be there. It was a really big deal to me, I'd never been in a play or had an event that needed to be attended. I was excited. I wanted my mom to see me get the winning home run.
She showed up five minutes after the play ended. I was absolutely devastated. She apologized, she said she hadn't been able to get out of work. I cried.
And that pretty much set the tone for the rest of my life.
She managed to make it to my fourth and fifth grade chorus concerts, which was great because I had leads in all of them, but she never enjoyed it much and made it pretty obvious. She was the same way about my high school band concerts - worse, honestly, because I think she stopped caring about hurting my feelings.
When I turned twelve, my grandfather said he wanted to have a birthday party for me at his house (it was kind of a big deal because I always had my birthdays at that house, except for the year before because my grandmother died and we just didn't want to celebrate there). My mother said she'd get the day off work. She got the day off work. We're all gathered at my grandfather's house eating cake while I unwrap my presents, aaaaaaaand her phone rings. It's work. They need her to come in. She can't say no. It was the last birthday I had at my grandparents' house, and we ended up cutting it short because she never learned how to say no.
Fast forward to age twenty-six, when I'm getting married. My mother makes a big fuss about it because the wedding is in Texas, and she lives in Massachusetts. She is, by the way, the only blood relative I have in attendance at the wedding (my aunt and her husband were going to come, but there was a medical emergency with my sixteen-year-old cousin and they didn't want to leave him. Totally understandable). My mom shows up at 10pm the night before the wedding, makes it obvious she's miserable the entire ceremony and reception, then leaves at 5am the next morning because, you guessed it, she couldn't miss too much work.
I'm 33 now. My mother has never visited me - we always have to go to her. She will absolutely never take the time off to get on a plane and come see the life I made for myself. I know this, it sucks, but I'm used to it by now. That's just how she is.
I don't have a kid yet, but I am going to make damn well sure that in thirty-some odd years, my own child isn't on the next version of Tumblr rewriting this story with their own experiences.
my parents never came to anything I did.
I have so many memories about this, but one in particular: when I was away at camp with 89 other teenagers, and at the one-month mark the post was collected distributed to all the dorms. 89 other children tore open their boxes and, shovelling handfuls of sweets their parents had sent them into their mouths, read pages-long letters and handed around photos of their brothers and sisters.
I didn't. I didn't get anything, I sat on my empty bed watching them. The teachers had to call my parents and ask if perhaps the post had gone missing...? but my parents were surprised they were required to interact with me while I was away.
Well, today, my 3-year-old daughter had a fun-run. The childcare centre invited parents to come but stressed that if we weren't able to, it was alright. There was no fucking way I wasn't going. My daughter wasn't going to be the only child there without a parent watching.
I got time off work and stood there in the beating sun and plastered in greasy sunscreen waiting to see my little girl emerge from inside the centre and stand on the track.
When she did, her little eyes searched through the crowd person-by-person for me, and absolutely lit up like the sun when she spotted me.
Mine filled with tears as I waved at her and cheered.
I'm breaking the cycle.
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Listen I love the âdicks being ostracized from his family and self destructsâ trope in fics however
I would like an inverse just once (I could write it but I want this fic to be good so I can enjoy it and I am not the greatest writer) where everyone blows up at him and flat out lays into him and he just goes⌠okay⌠if thatâs how you feel?
Takes himself off of the patrol routes and rosters. Heâs off the emergency calls and his âcall for city wide emergencyâ has been down graded to âcall for world wide emergencyâ heâs no longer on comms with oracle
He stops offering assistance to the other kids teams, doesnât send info for investigation and doesnât go within 100feet of Gotham.
Takes himself off the den-mother, baby sitter, trainer for all the younger teams lost that involve any and all bats
In the beginning he vacates his apartment and temporarily moves in with Donna in New York and things are good because of course they are. Theyâre Dick and Donna a world doesnât exist where they arenât okay.
And then his presence in New York leads to a lot of the og core five titans interacting and they realize that they miss each other like hell and start to work together more and more. Until news sites are like âteen titans grown up??â âOriginal titans spotted doing hurricane aid in Florida!â
Because Dick loves his family but he knows when to bow out. And he chose the family he made in the new teen titans.
And then one day one of the bats track him down in nyc and breaks into what is now Dick and Donnaâs apartment and are ready to argue that they need him back and need him there for a huge Gotham wide event.
And Dick says âsure okay let me get my stuff and we leave in half and hourâ as soon as the first sentence is out
No convincing or begging or asking for money (cough Jason cough)
Dick is patched into their comms and heâs working efficiently except heâs not⌠acting like himself.
Heâs collaborating with whoever they tell him too, no problem, heâs discussing ideal plans and co-ops and teams and how to best get it under control.
But heâs talking to them the way he talks when heâs offering aid to teams heâs not a part of.
Like the hero version of an acquaintance and no one can call him out on it because heâs doing good work. Work thatâs on par with his work before this whole fiasco. He explicitly isnât letting their personal issues affect his work.
Heâs speaking but not talking
And Bruce remembers this⌠heâs probably the only one who does because last time he was the only one included. The last time Dick acted like this is when he first visited Jason and him after he had been fired.
Whenever Bruce was in the room and Dick was forced to speak with him, the conversation never strayed past business casual especially around Jason.
Batman and Nightwing got into screaming matches
Bruce and Dick were strangers
And now theyâre back to this, 7 kids later, a million ends of the world stopped, theyâve bled together, cried together and clung to each other in pure relief after they managed to clutch victory.
And Nightwing was treating Batman Inc like a new team stepping onto the scene.
Once theyâve secured everything and managed to keep Bruce from self destructing and making it worse. Dick just leaves and tells oracle that heâll send over his debrief in 3-5 business days and it was nice working with them.
And then heâs gone
No cave, no manor, no Alfred, no med-bay because Dick doesnât stay places heâs not welcome.
And after they all talk about that and how weird it was and Bruce reveals Dick did this before when he was Nightwing after Bruce fired, where Dick Grayson didnât know Bruce Wayne.
And one of the kids asks when he broke and stopped the act and Bruce just says âthe day he found out Jason diedâ
And the Batkids kinda freak bc what do you mean?? What is he only going to come back when someone dies? Thats not? There has to be another way?? And Bruce is like yeah no idea sorry (bc heâs helpful like that)
So then Steph the next day resolves to go visit him, Tim isnât the only professional stalker. And she finds Dick and Donnaâs apartment and well itâs daylight and sheâs in civvies sheâs if she climbs in through the window she might get reported to the NYPD and she doesnât wanna get arrested or shot to door it is!
And so she goes and knocks and Dick opens the door and just lights up
Something something this is such a nice surprise something something itâs so good to see you.
Dick had taught Donna how to make some of his mother recipes when they were kids. So now whenever theyâre together for a long time they cook together.
So Dick who is usually living in a cluttered apartment with no clean dishes and an exclusively grab and go food is now trying to force feed her some of his cooking.
Because he picked up the habit again since heâs the better cook between him and Donna.
And itâs delicious and he wants to catch up and hear everything thatâs going on in her life, is she working with new people, dating anyone? How is her relationship with her mother etc etc.
Itâs a nice day and she stays late and never confronts him on anything until she sees how long ago the sun set and she needs to get moving.
He hands her paper with his number and makes her promise not to give it to the others or she will lose access to it, he offers to help her on a conditional basis as nightwing but only her, she can call him about the rest if itâs an end of the world or theyâre near death and need immediate aid.
And thatâs like the fic because the key to winning nightwings assistance is like breathing (optional) but if youâre Dicks family you have to care or else. Heâll love you and help you, when you need it but he wonât tie his life up with yours, heâll spend his time with people who value his opinion and the person behind the mask.
Anyway cue all the Batkids trying to do what Steph did and fail because theyâre neurotic shits who think bonding involves doing casework together or a steak out.
(The next person to crack it is Damian, completely unintentionally he has a fight with Bruce and canât ask him how the fuck heâs supposed to solve this equation in the new stupid way theyâre teaching him no he canât use the old method theyâre supposed to show their work so he pulls up to Dick and Donnaâs in a ratty ass hoodie like plz wtf do you mean you work top down explain Grayson- and dicks like awww no problem kid)
#dick grayson#batfam#AU#nightwing#batman#comics#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#batfamily#damian wayne#the titans are family your honor#Dick Grayson and Donna Troy#theyâre the besties#corporate wants to you point out the difference between these two photos#and itâs Donna Troy and Dick Grayson#itâs the same photo#titans
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poly jjk boys / multiple versions
gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - ( @ramonathinks ) smut
you slap their ass - ( @gojoux ) reaction
slut him out - ( @satoruhour ) gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk
bimbo bunny - ( @merakidoll ) smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD
break up - ( @yanderenightmare ) angst, bullying, toxicity, I KNOWW this is sukuna
wap - ( @tonycries ) smut, going in raw for the first time. i caNNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW GOOD THIS IS JUST PLEASEEE GO READ IT
sending them an embarrasing pic of themselves - ( @csmtmra ) text, crack, TOGE NEEDS TO CHILL LMAO
warm heart pastry - ( @cckaisen ) text, fluff, crack, first of all,,, i love yuji, second of all satoru REALLY needs help, and third of all WHY IS INUMAKI ALWAYS ON SOME SHIT??? lmaooooo
oops! - ( @gumiiiiezzzz ) text, crack, fluff, the 1st and 2nd year boys accidentally confess they like you (fellow student). THIS IS SO FUUNNAYSFJFSDF i love it, inumaki again on sum weird shi
dont scare me - ( @sweetsugarine ) text, crack, fluff, in which you text âwe need to talkâ. "you do understand that i have the power to annihilate all human life and torch this world, yes?" LMAOOO sukuna need some milk , this is too good
gojo, nanami, toji, geto, choso, sukuna
yuuji
virgin!yuuji - ( @chaiiskindagross ) smut, sub!yuuji, "virigin! yuuji whines and whimpers so much, and did i mention sometimes he overstimulates himself to the point of crying?" I´M SSSOOOLLDD SDLFJSDFJHSD love it
yuuta
In denial - ( @rosesaints ) smut, sub!yuuta, "he doesnât believe that itâs real until youâre actually sinking down onto his cock" period.
megumi
until i found you - ( @shisnhou ) fluff, ASLDJHJSDKAH I LOVED THISSSSS, so so cute omg
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk fic#jjk headcanons#jjk imagines#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#yandere gojo#gojo smut#satosugu#satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader#nanami smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami x you#nanami fluff#choso#sukuna#geto#shiu#higuruma
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Princess treatment with Ellie Williams: Headcannons
âEllie wants to treat you. It's always those soft, sensual kisses in which her plush lips will trace over your jaw down to your pulse, kissing at the fluttery feeling and quickly back up to your lips where she'll take her time with that shit. She wants to give you the world, not sloppy seconds.
â"Ass or tits?" Thighs. Ellie loves thighs. She'll spend hours with her laid on your lap so she can occasionally leave soft pecks on your thighs. Small thighs, big thighs, stretch marks or none, she loves thighs. She's all about having a hand spread out on one of your thighs while she's driving, too.
âHer love for you is something she is so proud of but also her biggest weakness. If you deny her, she loses her mind. Not actually denying her of course, because if you said she word she would keep her hands to herself in a heartbeat. But just denying her of what she wants so you can hear her soft, raspy voice pleading to touch you? Fuck, yeah.
âDid I mention how much she loves your thighs? Not only that, but being between them. Ellie's a huge service top. She already knows she has power over you, but she wouldn't care if she didn't. Really, you're the one who has her wrapped around her slender fingers. Figuratively and literally. Tell that girl you want to go shopping and a credit card is in your hands. Hungry? Ellie will let you pick the restaurant, and she HAS to get you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every single time she picks you up. You're horny? She'll spend hours taking you apart from the seams, fingers pleasingly dipping into your warm hole, hours spent french-kissing your pussy lips, or if you're up for it her strap-on is always in her closet just for you.
âShe lives for your content sounds. She loves hearing the way you gasp when the plastic tip catches on your drenched hole, and she can't just shove it in, even if she's slightly tempted. She'll plunge into you like you're delicate and in need of the utmost care, and when you beg for more, she cannot bear denying you for even a second. She hates the idea of denying you orgasms or just edging overall. She also isn't too fond of overstimulation because if you seem like you're in any pain, even if it's the good type, she hates it. She has to be slow, sweet with you.
âNot to say she won't be intense with you, though. As long as you beg, she'll be perfectly capable with slamming her hips into you, absolutely obliterating your train of thoughts. She wants to kiss you while she does it though, or at least tell you how fucking gorgeous you are between thrusts, and tell you how lucky she is to be inside you between her panting breaths.
âFuck, Ellie is just obsessed with you. She would spend the rest of her life keeping you happy just so she can plant her lips all over that sweet smile of yours, and it feels like she's loving a goddess.
A/N: Iâm currently obsessed with service top Ellie/princess treatment so expect more of this version of her
#ellie tlou#tlou2#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x you#ellie smut#ellie x y/n#ellie williams au#ellie x fem reader#the last of us 2#tlou part 2
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Tulips Review
â It was Sirius who had started it, not in an attempt to replace what you had with Remus, but to remind you that he was there for you.â
âTulips by Elina ( @amiableness ) is quite literally one of my favorite pieces for Sirius Black. Before being a one shot this fic was a series which is how I knew it as. To me it was the Tulips series which means warmth home and is the first fic I reach for when it starts getting colder, rainy and wicked outside. It means so much to me, so much more than words can provide.
As a certified James girl I canât begin to tell you how this fic melts me every single time. I read this fic and am instantly grazed with a smile. I canât begin to express how loving and comforting this fic is to me. I think I read this fic for the first time in February? Maybe March? Point is I read it towards the beginning of the year. Tulips were growing. I know that. I then reread it closer to August because like I said when the weather gets colder it means itâs time to read this fic again. Not to mention that I am quite literally in love with tulips, the flower because theyâre my favorites. But this fic is forever and always one that I will recommend.Â
âYou hardly comprehended the story, too focused on Siriusâ voice and his gentle touch. It was the first time in weeks that you hadnât thought of Remus.â
âł Y/n L/n:
Y/n. Y/n oh my lord. I cannot express how this is a beautiful example of how to write yet another y/n that actually feels like a human? In the fic Y/n is well in love with Remus. I canât blame her because well same. But Remus doesnât love her and well Y/n is left with having to watch Remus be in love with someone else. When I tell you that I felt so seen in the way that was written? Donât even get me started. In the fic you can see the battle that Y/n has with those feelings and let me just say it is so incredibly well written because it actually represents how it is to have those feelings for someone who doesnât return them.Â
â The way that Y/n was written was so comforting. Iâm going to get slightly personal so, hold please. Y/n was written as someone who was facing a heartbreak. Whether Elina made it intentional or didnât even write it to have it be heartbreak thatâs what the feelings were for me. But Iâll save that story for later. As I was saying, Y/n was given so much life and given such a level of connection that it made it so easy to get sucked into the world that was the Tulipsverse.
âł Sirius Black:
ă âSirius' concerned face as it comes into view. "What can I do? What do you need?" he asks, his tone brimming with genuine concern and careâ ă
Guys. Where the hell do you want me to start? How dare I make myself choose? So, Sirius Black to me traditionally never appealed to my taste for reading about him. I didnât really understand why everyone was obsessed with him. I didnât see what the big deal was. Then I read Elinaâs Sirius. Then I understood. Sirius in Tulips is what I imagine the boy youâve secretly been in love with but too scared to admit to yourself to be like. And in a really really watered down way thatâs kinda what it was. Sirius black (Elinaâs version) will forever be the sweetest Sirius I have had the pleasure of meeting. Elina wrote Sirius with such care itâs almost as if she had him sit down with her and write it bit by bit how he fell in love with you. Much like most writers Elina wrote Sirius with such care itâs scary how real he seems. Itâs as if heâs right there with you as youâre reading this wonderful piece of work. Itâs amazing.Â
ââKiss the person you are most attracted to in this room.â Your stomach sinks like a stone, regretting your lack of resistance to James. â
ę° Sirius + Y/n: ęą
Now itâs time to dissect the relationship. Ok when I tell you that when I read that scene, I was trying not to wake the whole house up? Iâm not kidding. I literally could not stop myself from screaming as the scene went on. If youâve read it you know what Iâm talking about. But the relationship that Y/n and Sirius have? It is so incredibly beautiful. Like I said I didnât have any interest in Sirius romantically but when you read Elinaâs writing? You arenât given much of a choice. Sirius was written in such a manner I was crying at the end because he wasnât real. But this is deeper than that. Have you guys seen My Girl? Hear me out. Y/n and Sirius remind me of them. Because spoilers if you havenât seen the film. Thomas dies right? Because he went to get something for Vada? Okay so Sirius is Thomas. Sirius in this fic quite literally did anything he could to help the reader. And when I tell you that itâs squeal worthy when you read it? Be ready to have to muffle those squeals at three am because Elina provides you with the perfect amount of fluff and angst that it actually drives you crazy. The relationship that these two have is so unique and so captivating that you find yourself wanting more and craving the way they both love each other. No matter how much they deny it. Another couple that they remind me of is the relationship Barbie has with the tutor guy from princess and the pauper? Like he was so in love with her and she didnât realise it until much later? Yeah that mirrors how Y/n and Sirius are in this fic and I am living for it. Itâs so alluring and makes you want to immerse yourself in the story. I love it.Â
ââYouâre the only one I thought of.â You admit softly, hoping you donât sound nearly as wrecked as you feelâ
â The quote above is one that had(s) me reeling. When I first read it I was quite frankly stuffing my face into my pillow screaming. I remember reading that scene and looking up at the ceiling asking âwhat are weâ to the air. But now itâs time to dissect that scene. No Iâm kidding now it's time for the love letter to this fic. Tulips as Iâve so eloquently have written is a fic that I hold so near and dear to my heart because it helped me get over a stupid british boy. Regardless if I had been heartbroken when I read this fic or not I know I would fall in love with it again. If you hand me this fic and I happened to have lost my memory I know I would be as in love with it then as I am now. Tulips is an amazing work of art that makes you feel like youâre actually experiencing these things. Itâs as if youâre right there and actually living through the scenes because itâs so beautifully written. Elina, your writing brings me and Iâm sure many others so much comfort. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this with us. Thank you for not second guessing this amazing work of art and not sharing it to the world. If you havenât already read Tulips do yourself a favor and go read it. Read it with tissues though. It made me cry sometimes but cough drops too because you will scream. Tulips will be one of the best fics that youâve read I can guarantee even if you donât think you like Sirius take it from someone who had mild interest in Sirius. You will love it when you read it. Thank you for reading the review!!
To Elina,
        I did try to be as unbiased as I promise you I for the most part I really did try. I donât know once you read the review (if you do) youâll be able to tell me if I was bias or not! But Iâm not lying to you when I tell you how much this work means to me. When I first read this piece I had just gone through the worst ending of a really intense situationship. Ironically enough he had a girlfriend while we were talking. And he came into my life saying he wanted to talk and to tell me about said girlfriend. So when I accidentally stumbled onto this absolute gem of a fic while reading one night? I stayed up the whole night and read it all the way through. I was screaming into my pillows as I was reading. I thought I knew stress, but then I experienced stress and my actual feelings on paper and I was proven wrong. Elina, I donât think I say this enough when I tell you how amazing your writing truly is. When I first found this fic I was in shock because I had never once considered I would be this obsessed with Sirius but when I read the first chapter? You had me bewitched. I will say you have a beautiful gift in writing and I am so incredibly honored that you chose to share with the world that gift. But this fic was honestly the beginning for my journey of your writing. I was scrolling through my blog and I had found you asking about dad!james x bsf!reader. I looked at the post for a little and I thought it was familiar and it was, I just didnât know until I clicked it. I began reading all the works you had linked. I canât remember if I interacted but I think I read them all silently and I found myself craving more. Then I made the decision to follow you. I wasnât that nervous to follow because you deserve people to show you that they love your work. However when I would send you those messages? I was so nervous, I would actually throw my phone when you would respond. But then you followed me back? When I tell you I was actually unresponsive? It was crazy. Because I still canât wrap my head around how the person whoâs fics I go to when I feel like Iâm alone, had followed me back. I wasnât lying when I said your fics still bring me comfort because they like Iâve said before are part of my routine. I am forever grateful to have found your piece because I continuously think about it and find comfort in it. So Iâll leave you with this Elina, your writing is so incredibly beautiful. Even if people are stupid and take your work for granted I want you to know how incredible it is.Â
Tulips
Pairings: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader, Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
Summary âż After finding out Remus Lupin has found himself a girlfriend, a devastated Y/n L/n asks Sirius Black to help her get over him. Except Sirius has feelings for her.
Warnings âż Language, unrequited love, angst, kissing, jealousy, reader wearing lipgloss and a dress, mentions of anxiety. If there's more let me know!
Word Count âż 20.3k
A/N đ This was my first ever series, but I've decided to repost it as a oneshot!
BONUS SMUT
Your affection for Remus had begun almost from the moment you met him. For nearly five years, you found yourself quietly drawn to him. How could you not be? His tranquil and caring nature had eased your anxieties countless times. His unwavering loyalty to both his friends and his studies never ceased to amaze you. The bravery he exhibited each month, whether he acknowledged it or not, left you in awe. With Remus, you always felt secure, as if nothing could disturb your sense of safety.
Monday nights marked your routine study sessions with Remus, a tradition since the start of sixth year. Arriving promptly at his dorm, you were met with unsettling moans seeping from beneath the door, causing your stomach to plummet. Frozen in shock, you raced through possible explanations, with Sirius seeming the most plausible culprit. Surely, Remus wouldn't forget your study night, and the thought of another girl seemed inconceivable. As you turned around, anxiety coursing through your veins, you collided with Sirius, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Please tell me itâs James in there." You pleaded, the desperation clear in both your tone and your expression, causing Sirius' heart to sink. Knowing James was at practice, he couldn't bring himself to shatter your hope. Instead, he grasped your hand firmly and practically pulled you towards your dormitory. Despite the chaos of emotions, Sirius made sure to shield you with his own body, warding off any prying eyes curious about the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Are any of your roommates here?" Sirius inquired as he halted in front of your dormitory door.
"No, Lily is staying the night at your dorm with James, and I think Marlene is staying with Dorcas." You responded, your voice tinged with sadness as you used your sleeve to dab at the tears staining your cheeks. Leading the way inside, you guided Sirius into your room, where he realized it was his first time seeing your personal space. Until now, you and Remus had been inseparable, leaving no room for Sirius to spend time alone with you.
He found himself a tad nervous, the proximity to you unnerving him in the best possible way. As he stood in your dormitory, the faint scent of your favorite perfume lingering in the air, Sirius couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, being so close to you without the familiar presence of Remus nearby.
"It wasnât James and Lily in there, was it?" Sirius turned to you, his expression filled with concern as he observed you sitting on your bed, visibly holding back tears, awaiting his response.
"No, angel." He replied softly, his voice tinged with empathy as he moved to sit beside you. A sigh escaped his lips as he settled onto your bed. Sirius knew James's schedule all too well, and he was certain that James was still down at the Quidditch pitch, far from the dorm.
Everything about your side of the room was perfectly you. Your desk was adorned with stacks of books, polaroids capturing cherished memories with friends pinned to the wall, and one of Remusâ sweaters casually draped over the back of your chair. Yet, amidst the familiar sights, a small glass vase seized his attention. Within it, a single red tulip, a gift he had given you a few weeks earlier.
As he strolled around Black Lake with the boys, he stumbled upon the patch of flowers, and instantly, he knew it was meant for you. Knowing how much you adored flowers, often doodling them in the margins of your Potions notes while seated beside him, he couldn't resist picking it. James, catching sight of the flower, declared that Lily deserved an entire bouquet.Â
You werenât taken aback when James Potter interrupted your study session with Lily by presenting her with a stunning bouquet of flowers. However, what did catch you off guard was Sirius' gesture: placing a single red flower delicately on top of your open book and sending you a playful wink.
"âMâlady." He had murmured, and at that moment, your cheeks ignited with a warmth you had never felt before.
Lily filled the remainder of your study session with talk of how a red tulip symbolized a declaration of love while you simply laughed in response.
Sirius glanced over at you, noticing the tear-filled gaze fixed upon your hands as you sat on the bed. He hesitated, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "I didnât know you had feelings for him." he finally admitted, his tone tinged with surprise.
You offered a soft laugh tinged with a hint of sadness. "I guess that means Iâm good at hiding it then. Itâs been a good couple of years now. Probably started the very first day I met him, honestly," you confessed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.
"Iâm sorry, angel." Sirius expressed, his voice laced with genuine remorse.
A gentle shake of your head followed. "You donât have to be sorry," you reassured him, your voice carrying a tone of acceptance intertwined with a hint of resignation.
"I couldâve given you a heads up," Sirius grimaced as your head whipped up to look over at him, the gravity of his words sinking in. "Heâs been seeing this girl for weeks. Heâs going to ask her out soon."
"Sirius-" you began, your voice carrying a mixture of surprise and concern.
"Iâm telling you this not to be mean, but so youâre not blindsided when it happens." Sirius continued his tone earnest yet tinged with regret.
This time, you remained silent, your gaze drifting over to the polaroid displayed prominently on your bedside table. In the photo, you and Remus sat beneath a tree, his arm wrapped around you in a protective embrace while your head rested gently on his shoulder. The memory of that day flooded back â discussing a book, laughter filling the air, and Lily insisting on capturing the moment in a photograph.Â
At the end of the day, with a knowing smile, she handed you the polaroid. The setting sun cast a beautiful glow upon the photo when you held it in your hand.
"Câmere," Sirius demanded softly, his voice a gentle command meant to pull you away from the intensity of the picture. He positioned himself against the headboard, arms open wide for you to find solace in. Without hesitation, you crawled into his embrace, nestling against his side. His arms enveloped you, offering comfort and warmth as he planted a tender kiss atop your head.
"What can I do?" Sirius inquired quietly, his gaze fixed on the tears tracing down your cheeks and staining his shirt.
"Help me get over him. Please." You pleaded, the vulnerability in your voice bared as you sought comfort and support from him.
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"Where the hell have you been? You nearly missed breakfast!" James exclaimed, his eyes scanning over your disheveled appearanceâyour hair in disarray and your clothes creased. It was a rare sight to see you, typically impeccably put together and five minutes ahead of everyone else, arriving late and looking rumpled. He chose not to mention the dark circles under your eyes or the absence of your usual cheery smile. He knew better than to bring that up.
Upon sensing Remus's scrutinizing gaze, you cleared your throat nervously and averted your eyes, unwilling to let him figure out that he was the cause of your disheveled appearance.
âRough night.â That was simply put. In fact, last night had been incredibly rough, leaving you worse for wear this dreary morning. Cuddling with Sirius comforted you for so long before you were back to crying your heart out. He was kind enough to hold you the entire time, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. There had been no discussion on what you meant last night about having him help you get over Remus. You didnât know what you had meant by it either.
You grimaced as the memory flooded back, choosing to sit beside Sirius instead. He wouldnât admit it in front of the boys, but he was well prepared to knock one of them over if they tried to sit next to him. After the trying night you'd endured, he made it a point to ensure you felt at ease and understood that he was there for you should you need anything. Normally, you occupied the seat next to Remus, with Sirius seated beside James and Peter. However, given the circumstances, he understood that you wouldn't feel comfortable sitting next to Remus that morning.
James' gaze darted between the two of you, noting the departure from your usual seating arrangement. He stole a quick glance at Remus, who seemed intent on studying you. "Hmm. Why is it that Sirius has been quiet all breakfast, and now you are too?" he quipped, breaking the silence.
"Sod off, mate." Sirius grumbled, pushing a steaming cup of tea toward you. Despite the gruff remark, he offered you a sweet smile before returning his attention to his meal. Even though the gesture was minimal, it made you want to burst into tears. The fact that he remembered your favorite tea and how you liked it meant more to you than words could express. Remus, however, frowned at the cup of tea sitting in front of you, his expression troubled.
âWhat? I canât make conversation this beautiful morning?â Jamesâs tone was still incredibly upbeat, unlike those around him. Peter hummed in agreement, his mouth full of cereal and unable to respond properly.
"It's storming." Remus mumbled, his gaze still fixed on you, sensing that something was amiss as you avoided meeting his eyes. Usually, you sat next to him, cheerily chatting about another book you had read together.
"Are you implying a storm isn't beautiful? Because I happen to think-"
"James, let's just have a quiet breakfast this Tuesday morning." Sirius interjected, surprising James with the interruption. James opened his mouth to protest, but the seriousness in Sirius's expression halted him mid-sentence. Sirius's deliberate interruption was aimed at signaling to Remus that he had missed your study night. It served its purpose, prompting Remus to acknowledge the missed study date.
"Oh, fuck. Y/n, Iâm so sorry! Last night, our study night, I totally forgot," Remus blurted out, his words rushed and filled with regret as he watched your reaction. You simply shrugged and sipped your tea, avoiding direct eye contact with him. You kept your gaze fixed on your plate, knowing that meeting Remus's eyes would likely trigger another wave of tears.
"No big deal." You replied casually.
"Uh," Remus furrowed his eyebrows, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion as he searched your face for any sign of distress. However, your demeanor remained inscrutable, your face a mask of blankness. "Are you sure? I know you really wanted to study this week with your exam coming up-"
You finally met Remus's gaze, sitting up a bit straighter, "I was able to study, Remus, it's fine."
"You were? But uh-" Remus scrambled for words, uncertain how to navigate this tense exchange. He couldn't recall a time when you sounded so curt with him before.
"Sirius helped me." You interjected, your voice steady but tinged with an underlying tension.
James sputtered out a laugh, his gaze darting between you and Sirius. "He helped you study? Willingly?"
In reality, studying hadn't been the main agenda of the night. Before drifting off to sleep, you had hastily handed Sirius your flashcards from the nightstand, however, your pounding headache from crying rendered you unable to focus properly during his quizzing. So, technically, he did help you study, albeit minimally.
Peter raised his eyebrows, his tone laced with curiosity, "Is that where you were all last night? Studying?"
You squirmed uneasily at Peter's implication. Sirius shot James and Peter a sharp glance, silently urging them to stop talking.
Remus's lips parted in surprise as he shifted his gaze from Sirius to you. "He stayed the night with you?" His tone carried a hint of displeasure that didn't escape Sirius's notice. Despite himself, a slight sense of satisfaction flickered within Sirius at Remus's reaction.
Before anyone could respond, a pretty Ravenclaw leaned over Remus, enveloping him in a hug as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Rem, I thought you were going to try and sit with me this morning." She murmured.
Your body tensed at the sight of her; she was the girl from last night. A surge of jealousy, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, washed over you, catching you off guard. Your appetite vanished.
"Uh, sorry. I had to work on some things this morning and got a bit distracted." Remus's response came with a hint of discomfort, his apology tinged with unease. As you observed the exchange, you couldn't quite determine if his discomfort arose from her presence or the attention their interaction garnered. Quietly, you wished it leaned more towards the former.
Her lips formed a pretty pout, âHm.â
James unabashedly observed the pair while taking a bite of his toast. "You know, Remus, if you ever need relationship advice, Iâm here," he remarked, his tone teasing. Remus scowled in response, clearly unamused, while the girl giggled and tightened her grip around him, seemingly unfazed by James's comment.
You stole a glance at Sirius, momentarily tuning out the conversation to observe his reaction to the scene unfolding before you. Sensing the unease gnawing at your stomach, you instinctively reached for Siriusâ hand, which rested on his thigh. As soon as your fingers brushed against his, he responded by intertwining them with yours, his eyes meeting yours in silent understanding.
"Do you want to go?" he whispered softly, squeezing your hand in reassurance. Unable to trust your voice, you simply nodded in response. He released your hand momentarily, a fleeting disappointment washing over you until you watched as he effortlessly grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder. With a tender gesture, he reached for a muffin, noticing that you had hardly eaten.
Then, extending his hand towards you, he silently offered his support. Amidst James's lively conversation with the Ravenclaw girl and Remus's contemplative gaze, Peter looked on with a puzzled expression as Sirius extended his hand to you, a silent invitation to leave the discomfort behind.
"You donât have to hold my bag." You mumbled, rising to your feet to face him, intertwining your fingers once more. Despite the awareness of the eyes fixed upon the two of you, your focus remained solely on Sirius.
"I wanted to, angel." Sirius replied softly, meeting your gaze with warmth. The genuine smile that graced your face was the first of the morning, and Sirius felt as if he had won the lottery.
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"Y/n." His voice sliced through the air, causing you to freeze mid-sentence. But deep down, what had you truly expected? That he wouldnât approach you while you were quietly engrossed in your book in the common room? Your plan of avoiding him for as long as possible wasnât unfolding as smoothly as you had hoped.
"Hi, Rem.â You responded softly, offering a genuine smile. Despite the ache that lingered from witnessing him with the Ravenclaw girl at breakfast, you couldnât deny the bond you shared. After all, he was still your best friend. You couldnât fault him for getting a girlfriend, no matter how much it hurt.
Remus settled into the armchair opposite you, his expression earnest. "I didnât really get to talk to you much this morning," he began, his tone gentle.
You offered a nonchalant shrug, hoping to conceal the nervousness. "Oh. I mean, I wasnât in much of a mood for chatting," you replied, attempting to maintain a façade of composure, though inwardly, you were anything but.
"Is everything alright? Is this about missing last night? I promise that I didnât mean to, truly," Remus continued, his sincerity evident. Leaning forward, his eyes bore into yours, practically pleading for your forgiveness. Despite your resolve, his sincerity tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself wavering.
"Iâm not upset about you missing our study night; I understand that things come up." You reassured him as though you were anything truly fine. There was a squeeze in your heart at remembering Remus with another girl, a stark reminder that she wasn't you.
Remus visibly relaxed at your words. "We could reschedule it?" he suggested, his tone hopeful.
A heavy silence settled between you. How were you supposed to tell him that you didn't want to reschedule? That you weren't ready to spend time alone with him right now? Being around him now, knowing you had no chance, felt like a punch to the gut.
"There you guys are!" Jamesâ voice carried throughout the common room, effectively gaining more attention than he had probably intended. Sirius stood right beside him, his gaze already fixed on you. Peter was notably absent, likely engrossed in his studies elsewhere. Nevertheless, you welcomed the distraction.
James huffed as if he had been greatly inconvenienced. "We have been looking everywhere for you guys."
You couldn't help but laugh, "You didnât think to check the common room first?"
"Y/n, please. Donât be ridiculous." James quipped as he dropped into the armchair beside Remus. Remus's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he sighed and turned his attention to James. Soon enough, they were engrossed in their own conversation.
Sirius settled into the spot next to you, casually draping an arm over the back of the couch just behind your shoulders. As you leaned into his side and offered him a smile, he felt his cheeks flush with warmth. Your affectionate gestures toward him had always been present, but after last night, they seemed to intensify.
Your proximity never failed to make his heart skip a beat, and his stomach flutter. Despite his confidence in hiding his involuntary reactions to you, lately, it seemed more challenging for him to do so.
He greets you with the softest smile, his eyes reflecting warmth. "Hi, angel," he murmurs gently. Sirius had always affectionately called you angel, a term that secretly held a special place in your heart, one of your favorite things about him.
"Hi." You respond, a matching smile adorning your features, mirroring the comfort in his presence.
"I never got to thank you for last night." You admit, your tone filled with gratitude.
Shaking his head modestly, he insists, "You donât have to thank me."
"It made me feel better having you there with me, so of course I want to thank you." You express earnestly, your appreciation evident in your words.
Sirius leans in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "We still gotta talk about what you meant last night. By asking me to help you get over him."
Feeling a flush of embarrassment, you sputter out a response, "Iâm not entirely sure what I meant. I figured you would know how to go about that."
"Why would I know how to go about that?" Sirius questions, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.
Shrugging, you admit, "I donât know. I just thought you might have. You have way more experience with relationships than I do."
Sirius snorts, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I wouldnât call them relationships." he remarks, his mind briefly wandering through the array of flings he'd had in the past few years. None of them had left a lasting impression on him, none of them had made him feel the way you did.
You shrug, a hint of vulnerability in your expression. "Itâs more experience than I have.â
Your voices remain hushed, a deliberate attempt to avoid drawing the attention of James and Remus. Yet, the intimate proximity between you and Sirius could easily spark curiosity on its own. You're practically nestled against his side, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispers. To any onlooker, it would seem as though you were lovers, exchanging sweet nothings in a quiet moment of intimacy.
He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, acutely aware of the gravity of his next question. He understands that the answer could severely hurt his feelings, "Are you in love with him?"
Your reaction is swift; you turn to him so abruptly that your noses nearly brush against each other. Sirius silently begs you to linger closer, but you withdraw just enough to maintain a respectable distance. He watches intently as you steal a glance at Remus, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in contemplation.
"No. But, honestly, it probably wouldnât take much for me to fall in love with him." You confess, your words hanging in the air like a weight. Sirius needs a moment to recover, the impact of your admission hitting him harder than he had anticipated, despite mentally preparing himself for it.
You turn back to him, anguish evident in your voice, "How are you supposed to get over someone youâre nearly in love with?" Sirius hears the devastation in your tone, wishing he could convey that he genuinely comprehends that sentiment. However, delving into such explanations would only invite more questions, and that's the last thing he needs right now.
"I donât know, angel." He responds simply, observing as you anxiously pick at your nails.
A quiet lull envelops you both before you speak up again, "I donât think spending all my time with him helps. Maybe I should distance myself a little bit."
"Youâre welcome to spend all that time with me instead." Sirius offers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his side. As you relax into his embrace, you rest your head on his shoulder. For a few precious minutes, you both sit in silence, lost in your own thoughts.
Remus glances over at you, nearly doing a double-take at the display of affection. You have closed your eyes, seemingly oblivious to Remus' stare, but Sirius him. For a brief, tense moment, Remus and Sirius lock eyes, but then James regains Remus' attention.
âSirius?â You ask, the weariness evident in your voice.
âYeah?â
âRemember when you told James to get over Lily that he needed to get under someone else?â Sirius immediately senses the direction of the conversation, and a pang of regret twinges in his chest.
âYes.â
âDo you think that really works?â You inquire, your tone tinged with uncertainty and a hint of desperation.
âFor some people, maybe.â Sirius replies cautiously. He wants to admit that such tactics havenât proven successful for him and probably never will.
You pull away to look at him, your eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and uncertainty, âWould you help me find someone?â
"Thereâs no way in hell Iâm doing that." Sirius responds firmly, his tone leaving little room for negotiation. But before you can protest, he interjects, "Iâll be your distraction."
"How exactly?" Your voice tinged with uncertainty, unsure of what he means.
"However, you need me. I know Iâm not the best study partner, but Iâll run through your flashcards with you whenever you need to study," Sirius offers, his voice softening as he glances from you to Remus. âI know you guys would talk about books a lot, so Iâll read whatever book youâre reading just to discuss it with you. Whatever you want me to do, Y/n, Iâll do it.â
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âYou and Y/n were cozy on that couch,â James comments casually, his gaze fixed on the ceiling from where he's sprawled out on his bed. Sirius glances over his shoulder at him, pausing his furious writing at the desk where he's been hunched over for the last twenty minutes.
âHm. I guess so.â Sirius replies nonchalantly, but his voiceâs a subtle tension.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â James' tone carries a note of genuine concern, and Sirius immediately feels the weight of his friend's apprehension settling over the room like a heavy blanket.
âWorking on my homework? Yeah, itâs probably my best one yet.â Sirius responds, his tone strained as he tries to maintain composure.
âAbout comforting the girl you love because sheâs in love with your best mate.â James continues, his words cutting through the air like a knife. Sirius freezes, the quill leaving a streak of ink across the paper as his thoughts whirl.
He refuses to turn around and face James, not wanting to see the pitying look he knows will be on his friend's face. Instead, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his emotions simmering beneath the surface.
âSurprised you figured it out.â Sirius grumbles, his voice laced with a mixture of defensiveness and resignation. He doesnât want to confront the truth about your feelings for Remus. The mere thought of you falling in love with someone other than him ignites a pang of jealousy in his chest.
He wants to correct James, to insist that you arenât in love with Remus, but it feels futile. The reality is too close for comfort, and he can't shake the feeling of impending loss.
âAbout your feelings? Or hers?â James questions, his head leaning back against his headboard as he studies Sirius, his expression searching.
Sirius climbs onto his bed, letting out a sigh of frustration once his head hits his pillow, the weight of the conversation heavy on his mind. âBoth,â he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
âI didnât notice until today with Y/n. She looked devastated when Adeline was all over Remus. On the other hand, Iâve known youâve had feelings for her for years. The things you do for her, you wouldnât do for anyone else.â James observes, his tone tinged with a mix of understanding and concern.
Sirius doesnât know what to say in response, but deep down, he knows James is right. Heâs always treated you differently, gone the extra mile for you in ways he wouldn't for anyone else. He had just hoped it wasnât so obvious.
James sighs loudly, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air, âYou gotta be careful, mate. Youâre gonna get your feelings hurt.â
âIâd rather my feelings be hurt than hers.â Sirius responds earnestly, his voice carrying a hint of determination.
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It was official. Remus Lupin and Adeline Reyes were officially dating. The news didnât come as a surprise; Remus had been bringing her around more often lately. She seamlessly integrated herself into your group dynamic, joining you all at breakfast some mornings and effortlessly engaging in conversation as if she had been there for years. Adeline adeptly kept pace with Siriusâ quick quips and could outwit James with a witty comeback. She was quick to include Peter whenever James unintentionally overshadowed him in conversation and was always eager to discuss the next book you planned to read.
It was horrifically frustrating.
You wanted to dislike her, but deep down, you knew it was just jealousy clouding your judgment. Adeline was undeniably genuine and sweet; you could easily envision yourself becoming good friends with her. However, every time she affectionately pressed her lips to Remusâ cheeks or leaned into his side, it felt like a sharp pang reminding you of your own feelings and the heartwrenching situation you found yourself in.
It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just a few weeks ago, that was your spot, and you were blissfully unaware of his feelings for another girl. You felt foolish, caught off guard. Was it all in your head? Had you merely romanticized every interaction with him? Built up a scenario that never truly existed?
"Y/n, this is the third time you've spaced out. Are you alright?" Lily's concerned voice broke through your thoughts as she settled beside you on the bed. Despite James's insistence on a get-together downstairs, you found your mind drifting elsewhere. It had been a couple of weeks since Remus and Adeline declared their relationship, and ever since then, your thoughts had been in turmoil.
You shrugged, "I'm okay. I just don't think I'm up for a party tonight."
"You haven't seemed in the party mood for weeks." Marlene remarked, her attention fixed on her reflection as she applied lip gloss. Sensing something amiss, she pivoted abruptly to face you.
"Is this about Remus and Adeline?" Lily's direct question made your stomach plummet.
"I, uhâno." You stammered, feeling as startled as you looked by her inquiry.
"Godric, you're a horrible liar." Marlene remarked, tossing the tube of sparkly gloss onto her bed before striding over to her trunk and flinging it open. "It's okay to miss your best friend. You two are practically glued to each other's sides. I'm sure it's odd not spending as much time with him anymore."
Lily observed the subtle shift in your demeanor as Marlene spoke, although Marlene herself was entirely engrossed in rummaging through her clothes until she emitted a satisfied hum.
Shoving a floral sundress into your hands, Marlene declared, "Here, you're not wearing your uniform tonight. Wearing something cute will make you feel better." Your fingers traced over the silky material, white with colorful flowers scattered across it. Marlene observed as you held up the dress, eyeing the spaghetti straps and milkmaid top with uncertainty.
"It's winter, Marlene." You pointed out your tone laced with practicality.
"We're inside. But if you do get cold, Iâm sure Sirius would gladly warm you up." Marlene chirped, grinning at your surprised expression.
"Sirius is not going to warm me up." You grumbled as you stood up and headed to the bathroom with the dress in hand. With the door shut, you changed out of your uniform. You had to admit, the dress was pretty. Maybe Marlene was right; wearing something cute would boost your confidence and mood.
"Are you sure? You two have been awfully cozy lately!" Lily's laughter laced her tone as she called through the door. You slipped the dress on, then twisted in front of the mirror to assess how it looked. Concluding that you liked it, you also appreciated how it made you feel slightly brighter. It reminded you of a summer spent in Italy with your parents, where you practically lived in sundresses.
You turn open the door and twirl for the girls, who squeal in appreciation. Marlene snatches the lip gloss she had tossed aside, grabbing at your cheeks to dot some on your lips.
"We havenât been cozy. Weâre just acting like friends do." You mumble, your words slightly muffled from your cheeks being squished.
âBullshit! You never snuggled Peter, never did with James before he got himself a girlfriend,â Marlene turned to wink at Lily. âHonestly, you never did with Remus either. But you and Sirius have been all over each other.â
âWe have not!â You deny it, looking to Lily for support. But she only leans back on her hands and sends you a smug smile.
"The other day, I walked into the common room with James, and you were practically asleep on Siriusâ lap while he read to you.â Lily grins.
âHe was reading to you? Thatâs the cutest thing I have ever heard. Thatâs your love language right there!â Marlene's gasp was filled with awe, and you didn't know how to respond. Because you had indeed fallen asleep on his lap while Sirius twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers absentmindedly as he read Pride and Prejudice to you. You hardly comprehended the story, too focused on Siriusâ voice and his gentle touch. It was the first time in weeks that you hadnât thought of Remus.
âIt was the sweetest thing Iâve ever seen Sirius do.â Lily agreed, nodding in approval. âIâm telling you, he has feelings for you. Iâve thought so ever since 5th year. He pretty much confirmed it when he gave you that red tulip.â
âA declaration of love!â Marlene practically sang, her excitement contagious.
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As you reached the bottom step with Marlene and Lily, you let out a sigh. The common room was bustling, with students scattered everywhere, making the air feel stuffy and warm. You briefly pondered what Jamesâ definition of a get-together was, because this felt more like a full-blown party.
âJames said he invited hardly anyone.â You muttered to Lily, who nodded in agreement.
âHeâs a social butterfly, you never know with him.â Lily replied with a shrug, craning her neck to spot James amidst the crowd. She eventually spotted him near the fireplace, engaged in lively conversation with Sirius and a few other members of the Quidditch team. You allowed Lily to lead you through the throng of people, observing the lively atmosphere around you. Marlene had already disappeared into the crowd, no doubt on a mission to find Dorcas.
You can hear him before you see him: Siriusâ hearty laugh resonates over the music and the crowdâs chatter. It's a remarkable sound, drawing attention effortlessly. And there he is, standing tall next to James by the fireplace, a drink held casually in one hand while the other gestures animatedly as he converses with the guy beside him. Clad in a simple black T-shirt, Sirius exudes a captivating charm, and you can't help but admire how good he looks in the flickering firelight.
Though you'd never admit it aloud, Lily had been onto something. You and Sirius had been spending an increasing amount of time together. True to his word, Sirius had been a genuine distraction from your heartache. The activities you once shared with Remus were gradually being replaced by moments with Sirius.
It was no longer Remus, who you sat next to in the morning. No longer Remus, who you reviewed your flashcards with. No longer Remus, who would sit with you next to Black Lake and chat about your latest book. And no longer Remus, who would hold your hand to calm your anxiety every time you had to speak up in front of the class.
But it wasnât like you had asked Sirius to do any of these things. It was Sirius who had started it, not in an attempt to replace what you had with Remus, but to remind you that he was there for you. That he would do anything to make you feel loved. Sirius wasnât doing any of this because he felt obligated. He did it because he wanted you to know that you werenât alone and that he didnât plan on leaving any time soon.
But there were things that Sirius did that Remus had never done. Every morning, a cup of your favorite tea awaited at your spot next to him. He carried one of your scrunchies in his bag because you could never keep track of them, even offering to tie your hair up for you. Each time he walked around Black Lake, he brought you back a red tulip, which you tucked into the vase on your desk next to the others. You were building up quite the collection.Â
Sirius bursts into laughter, but his mirth is interrupted by James' boisterous greeting. The sudden volume jerks your attention away from Sirius, and you find yourself facing Lily, who offers a halfhearted protest as James envelops her in a bear hug. You brace yourself as James turns his attention to you, lifting you up despite your protests about your dress. After he sets you down, a moment of imbalance is quickly rectified as you feel an arm slip around your waist, steadying you against someone's chest.
"He's had a few too many." Sirius whispers into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You lean into his embrace, relishing the warmth and familiarity of his touch before turning around to face him.
With your palms pressed against his chest, you offer him a warm smile. "Hi."
He still holds onto his drink, but his pointer finger slips under the strap of your dress, giving it a gentle tug. "This is cute," he murmurs, his voice now hushed compared to the near shouting from a minute ago. His eyes meet yours, and you feel a wave of warmth spread through you. No one has ever looked at you the way he's looking at you right now.
"Thank you." You reply softly, surprised at the tenderness in your own voice. But you know he hears you as he smiles before turning back to the conversation he was having with a few other guys.
Pushing down your disappointment, you adjust the straps of your dress and take a breath, scanning the room for someone else to chat with. However, Sirius surprises you by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you gently into his side. He continues to talk, his voice much quieter this time, but the three subtle squeezes let you know he's still there if you need him.
Lily catches your eye and mouths, "I told you so."
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You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, it was just a coincidence that you found yourself in the vicinity at that moment.Â
"You know, everyone thought you and Y/n were gonna get together." Peter remarks, nudging Remus in the side. Remus turns to him, likely taken aback. From your vantage point, you can't see their faces, but you recognize their silhouettes. They're seated together on one of the couches, engaged in quiet conversation amid the lively atmosphere of the party. You had briefly slipped away from Sirius to grab a drink, but now you're starting to regret your decision.
"Y/n and I?" Remus's response is laced with surprise, confirming your suspicions. You stand frozen, a few feet away from the couch, feeling your stomach plummet.Â
"Yeah, I think most people thought you already were. I mean, you guys spent so much time together." Peter continues, oblivious to the impact of his words. You try to avoid lingering on the past tense word.
"No, never," Remus hastily interjects. âI donât think I could think of Y/n like that.â His words landed like a heavy blow to your chest. You feel a pang of disappointment and hurt ripple through you, sitting heavy in your stomach. With tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you pivot on your heel and stride purposefully toward your dormitory.
As you navigate through the bustling crowd, your lips utter excuse me, and I need to get through in a mechanical cadence. Each step feels heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of Remus's words and the shattered illusions they bring.
Finally, the door to your dormitory swings shut behind you with a resounding thud, the noise a stark contrast to the chaos of the party below. Alone in the silence of your room, you confront the raw emotions swirling within you, grappling with the harsh reality of unrequited feelings.
Tears blur your vision so severely that you nearly trip over your shoes in your haste to remove them. With trembling hands, you toss the covers over your body, seeking refuge in the soft embrace of your bed. You bury your face into the welcoming embrace of your pillow, heedless of the inevitable mascara stains that will be left behind. A strangled sob escapes your lips, muffled by the sanctuary of your pillow, as you grapple with the overwhelming wave of emotions crashing over you.
The noise of the party downstairs serves as a comforting cloak, allowing you to release your emotions freely and without judgment.
The abruptness with which Remus shut down any possibility of harboring feelings for you cuts deep, like a dagger to the heart. The ache in your chest feels all-consuming, a relentless reminder that you will never be with him. Despite the rational part of your mind knowing that his affection for Adeline precludes any possibility of reciprocating your feelings, the emotional turmoil still wreaks havoc on your fragile heart.
In the solitude of your room, you allow yourself to cry. With each passing moment, the ache in your chest deepens.
"Y/n? Oh, Godric." Lily exclaims, rushing to your side with concern etched across her features. She gathers your hair away from your tear-streaked face, her eyes taking in the sight before her: cheeks flushed and blotchy, mascara-tinged tears tracing down your cheeks, your hair in disarray. She had sensed something amiss when she spotted you hurrying up the stairs, but the depth of your distress caught her off guard.
"Y/n, what can I do? Do you want a glass of water? Can I, uh..." Lily's voice trembles with worry as she looks around the room, searching for anything that might bring you comfort. She's witnessed your tears before, but never like this, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.
"I don't need water. Can you..." Your voice breaks, choked with emotion, making it difficult to articulate your thoughts.
Lily watches as you clutch your pillow tighter, waiting for your next words. "Can I what?" She prompts gently.
"I just need..." You falter, another sob escaping your lips. "Sirius. I need Sirius."
Without hesitation, Lily nods, determined to find Sirius and bring him to your side. As she exits your dorm, you sink deeper into your pillow, allowing the tears to flow freely. Your mind races with questions, grappling with how to face Remus again and feign normalcy.
You're not completely taken aback by his words; the past few weeks have allowed you to gradually accept that Remus may not share your feelings. Yet, processing this realization privately was less painful than hearing his firm denial of any possibility of reciprocation. Perhaps there's a tinge of sorrow in acknowledging this truth, as it signifies a shift in your relationship with Remusâone that might never be quite the same again. Accepting this reality proves to be a bitter pill to swallow.
"Angel," Your body instinctively relaxes at the soothing sound of Siriusâs voice. The pillow is gently drawn from your grip, revealing Siriusâ concerned face as it comes into view. "What can I do? What do you need?" he asks, his tone brimming with genuine concern and care.
Kneeling by the side of your bed, his eyes brim with concern, evoking emotion that threatens to overwhelm you once more. You lie on your side, facing him, your makeup smudged and your eyes swollen from tears. Despite your disheveled appearance, he finds you the most beautiful girl in the world.
"Hold on." He murmurs softly before disappearing into your bathroom. The sound of running water fills the silence, a gentle reminder of his comforting presence. Moments later, he returns with a damp cloth in hand, his touch gentle yet firm as he kneels before you. With tender care, he cradles your jaw, his movements deliberate as he gently wipes away the remnants of makeup from your face, his actions speaking volumes of his unwavering support and affection.
"All clean," he whispers softly, discarding the cloth onto the ground with the intention of dealing with it later. "What do you need?"
"You." You sniffle, tugging gently at his hand to convey your desire for him to join you in bed. Without hesitation, Sirius kicks off his shoes and slips under the covers beside you. With a tender gesture, he reaches out, his hand gently brushing the hair away from your face as he settles in beside you. Your faces hover mere inches apart, a tantalizing proximity that he tries to distract from by focusing on the simple task of brushing your hair away, the urge to kiss you tugging at the corners of his mind.
"Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to pull you away from the party." You murmur apologetically, your gaze meeting his. His eyes snap to yours, a flicker of offense crossing his features.
"I would drop anything for you." He responds earnestly, his sincerity shining through in his words, leaving no room for doubt. A sharp inhale escapes your lips as you stare back at him, the weight of his commitment settling between you.
"What happened, angel?" he asks gently, his eyes reflecting a hint of guilt for prying. As your eyes well up with tears once more, Sirius feels a pang of remorse for pressing the matter. He's about to apologize and suggest forgetting about it when you offer an answer, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"I overheard Peter and Remus." You confess, your voice trembling with vulnerability. Sirius forces down the surge of jealousy that threatens to consume him at the mention of Remus.Â
"Peter told him that everyone thought he and I would get together." You continue, your words hanging in the air, heavy with disappointment and hurt. Sirius listens attentively, his heart aching for the pain etched in your voice.
"Remus told him that he couldnât ever see me like that." You reveal, your voice wavering with emotion. "I know itâs stupid since he has a girlfriend, but-" You pause to draw in a shuddering breath, and Sirius gently brushes away the tears that cascade down your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose.
"It hurt," you confess, the rawness of your emotions laid bare. "That heâs never once seen me the way I have always seen him. Weâve always been just friends, and it sucks." Each word carries the weight of your longing and disappointment.
Sirius sighs, his voice tinged with empathy, "I love Remus, I do, but he can be blind sometimes. So in his head and down on himself that he misses whatâs in front of him. And he truly missed out on the most perfect girl there is. But I promise you that there is a guy out there who will recognize what an angel you are, and he wonât ever let you go."
Your eyes well up with tears again, and Sirius starts to panic that he said something wrong. But then you're wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head into the crook of his neck.
Your voice is muffled as you speak, "Please stay here with me tonight?"
"Whatever you want, angel." Sirius responds tenderly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, knowing there is no way heâd ever be able to deny you.
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James looks bewildered. "You arenât going to sit with us?" he asks, confusion evident in his voice.
You stand behind your typical spot, observing the boys' reactions as they stare at you as though you've just delivered the worst news imaginable. For years, ever since you had met the boys, you had been sitting with them every day. This spot held a sense of familiarity and comfort, a symbol of your friendship with them. Thus, your decision to sit with the girls today comes as a major surprise.
Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas occupy seats further down the table. While they would occasionally join your circle, especially after Lily and James got together, Lily had once confided in you that she valued having space and prioritizing her friendships, too; she didnât want to spend all her time with James. To everyone's surprise, James had been okay with this arrangement and had even agreed.
âIâm going to sit down the table with the girls. Youâll still be able to see me; we can wave at each other!â You offer James a hopeful smile, but he shakes his head, letting out a dramatic sigh.
Pointing his fork in your direction, James asserts, âItâs not the same, and you know it.â
âSit with us, I feel like I hardly see you.â Remus protests and your stomach sinks as you make eye contact with him. Ever since you overheard Remus tell Peter he didnât have feelings for you, you had been finding every excuse possible to avoid him.
Itâs been a week since the party, and you can now admit that you've successfully avoided any alone time with Remus. By now, it's clear he senses something amiss. Every time he tries to approach you, you have an excuse ready for why you can't study together again or why you can't chat. What's worse is that it's only him you're avoiding. You still engage in normal chats with Peter in the common room and banter back and forth with James as usual. And Sirius, well, you hardly leave his side. Wherever you go, Sirius isn't far away, a constant presence by your side.
Not only that, but it seemed as if you couldn't get enough of each otherâcuddled up on the common room couch, shoulder to shoulder during meals, and always side by side while walking to Black Lake. Sirius and you were growing increasingly closer with each passing day.
It was driving Remus crazy.
He looks at you pleadingly, his expression betraying the torment of seeing you drift away from him. You know his distress can't stem solely from your decision to sit with the girls. He started pulling away first, you think bitterly.
"Just wanted to spend some time with the girls, switch things up." You explain with a casual shrug, feeling a sense of awkwardness creeping over you as you shift on your feet. Remus wears a disappointed expression, while James and Peter appear to have already moved on, engaged in a bickering match over who gets the last orange.
"You've been switching things up quite a bit lately." Remus grumbles under his breath, his voice barely audible over the morning chatter in the dinning hall. Only Adeline catches his words as she pulls away to glance at his face, startled by the bitterness in his tone. Unaware of her scrutiny, Remus remains fixated on you, his expression betraying a mixture of longing and frustration.
"Okay, well, Iâll catch you guys later." You announce with a smile, and at that moment, Sirius glances up at you. He wants to tell you how much he'll miss you. Every morning, he eagerly anticipates the sight of your smile, the way you playfully bump your shoulder into his once you take your spot beside him. Your laughter and sweet smile are the highlights of his morning routine.
He'd gladly join you for breakfast with the girls if you asked.
To everyone's surprise, you sling your arms around Sirius' shoulders and tilt your head forward, looking at him from the side. Caught off guard, Sirius freezes in your embrace, trying desperately not to read too much into your unexpected touch.
"I'll wait for you so we can walk to class together. I'll miss you." You whisper, your lips pressing gently onto his cheek. A faint pink sheen of your lipgloss remains on his skin in the shape of your lips, a subtle reminder of your affection.
Before he can respond, you're already pulling away, leaving Sirius to watch you walk back to the girls. His cheeks flush, his mouth slightly parted in surprise. Remus narrows his eyes at the mark you've left behind while Adeline observes the interaction between Sirius and Remus, sensing Remus's agitation.
James lets out a low whistle. "She'll miss you, will she?" he remarks, his tone laced with amusement and curiosity.
âOh fuck off, mate.â Sirius grumbles before taking a sip of his tea to try and hide his smile.
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You sigh, slumping down in your chair, "I donât think I can handle another flashcard."
Sirius glances up from across the table, finding you lost in contemplation as you stare out the window. It's midday, and the sun's gentle rays illuminate the library, casting a warm glow despite the lingering chill outside. You both share the longing to step into the crisp air outdoors, yet Sirius remained steadfast in his commitment to assisting you with your studies.
"Do you wanna take a break?" Sirius asks, his gaze meeting yours as you glance up from the pile of books and notes spread out before you. Your lips press together, betraying the weight of your internal debate about whether you can afford to step away from your tasks.
"Come on, we can go for a walk." He encourages, his tone gentle yet persuasive as he begins to gather his belongings, preparing to pack his bag.
You concede, âA quick walk.â
The fresh air and the warmth of the sun against your skin felt rejuvenating after spending hours cooped up in the library. Your body ached, and your brain felt numb from the relentless studying. The only thing that kept you going was Sirius, who would slip you pieces of chocolate every time you answered a question correctly. Without him, you would have abandoned your studies hours ago.
As you walk, both of you are enveloped in a quiet tranquility, lost in your own thoughts. It's a comfortable silence, where neither of you feels compelled to fill the gaps with conversation. Instead, you simply bump into each other occasionally, exchanging shy smiles that speak volumes without a single word being uttered.
"Where are you taking me, Black?" You finally inquire, noting the direction as you pass Black Lake. You stroll leisurely, savoring the symphony of birdsong in the trees and the distant chatter of other students gradually fading into the background. Leaves shudder in response to the gentle breeze, prompting you to wrap your robes tighter around your body. Winter is approaching, and the biting chill in the air serves as a stark reminder of the season's impending arrival.
Sirius smiles in response, his expression warm and inviting, "Somewhere I think you'll like."
"Have I been there before?" You cast a glance at him, observing his wind-blown hair, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, and his bottom lip gently caught between his teeth.
"I hope not." He responds honestly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. The possibility lingers, given that the boys are familiar with this field as well. The mere thought of Remus bringing you here tightens his chest. After all, you and Remus often took walks together, so it wouldn't be too surprising if he had.
Would Remus have brought you here, though? Sirius contemplates quietly. He's never heard you mention it, but he knows you would have. You've always cherished exploring the castle and eagerly shared your discoveries with the boys.
Sirius is startled when you suddenly gasp, excitement laced in your tone, "Oh my Godric. Is that a field of tulips?"
Sirius feels his heart swell at the excitement in your voice. Before he can respond, you stride ahead of him, drawn to the swath of red flowers like a magnet. He remains where he stands, content to watch you as you explore the vibrant field.
A pang of longing washes over him as he wishes he had Lily's muggle camera. This moment would undoubtedly be captured and proudly displayed above his desk among his collection of Polaroids.
"C'mere!" You call out excitedly, your hand extended towards him. Sirius grins, his heart lightening at your enthusiasm as he walks over to join you. Once he reaches you, he gladly grasps your hand, feeling a rush of warmth at the connection.
You lead him further into the field, your laughter carrying on the gentle breeze. Finally, you drop into the middle of the sea of tulips, tugging him along with you, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in the beauty of the moment.
Tilting your head towards the sun, you sigh happily. "I didnât know this was here," you remark, your voice filled with wonder.
"Found it with the boys a couple of weeks ago." Sirius responds, his fingers idly twirling a blade of grass he plucked from the ground.
"Did you pick the tulips you gave me from here?" You inquire, your voice soft with curiosity. Sirius nods in response, a faint blush gracing his cheeks as he recalls the memory. He's relieved that your eyes are still closed, blissfully unaware of his flustered state.
For a few minutes, a comfortable silence settles between you both, allowing the tranquility of the moment to envelop you like a warm embrace.
"Can I tell you something?" You ask, tilting your head back down to look at him, your gaze soft yet curious.
"Anything," Sirius replies, his voice filled with warmth and genuine interest.
"I've never been given flowers before. Whenever you give me a tulip, it's the highlight of my day." You admit softly, shifting so you're sitting with your legs crossed, a vulnerable honesty coloring your words.
"You've never been given flowers? Ever?" Sirius questions, his surprise evident in his tone and expression. You shake your head in response, confirming his disbelief.
He can't even fathom it. How could no one ever have given you flowers before? How does the girl who constantly doodles flowers on her notes never receive them? The thought perplexes him, stirring a mix of incredulity and a newfound determination to ensure you receive the appreciation you deserve.
"Guess I'll be making up for that then." Sirius decides, his voice showing determination as he sends you a devastating smile. Your stomach flutters at the sight.
"Sirius." you say softly, drawing his attention.
"What, angel?" He responds, his tone gentle and attentive.
"Thank you. For being by my side through everything." You express with sincerity, your voice filled with gratitude.Â
In the past few weeks, Sirius has been a constant presence by your side. Whenever Remus kissed Adeline, Sirius would offer a comforting touch, silently understanding your feelings. He'd weave silly stories to divert your attention from Adeline's flirtations with Remus, ensuring you never felt alone for even a moment.
He grins in response, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
âNowhere else, huh?â Your tone is teasing, and Sirius merely rolls his eyes at you, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. You observe him as he picks tulips one by one, gradually assembling a bundle in his hand. Watching him put together a bouquet that you know he will give you fills you with a sense of anticipation. Everything about sitting in a field of flowers with Sirius makes you feel lightheaded as if you're caught in a blissful dream.
Come to think of it, lately, every time Sirius did something for you, it left you feeling dizzy.
"You know it's true. I ditched Hogsmeade this weekend to spend time with you in the library." Sirius says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he recalls the decision.
"That's true, but I did advise you against it. I doubt a day in the library is much of a weekend highlight for you." You reply, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"If you think seeing you surrounded by a field of flowers isn't a weekend highlight, then you're sorely mistaken. Easily a monthly highlight for me." Sirius adds, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he gazes at you amidst the scenic beauty.
âYou flirt.â You giggle, your laughter echoing in the tranquil atmosphere, before reclining on the grass and shutting your eyes.
Sirius' features soften at your playful remark. "Only for my favorite girl," he responds tenderly, his voice carrying warmth and affection as he watches over you.
What started as a short walk stretched into two hours spent in the flower field, immersed in conversation and selecting the loveliest blooms together. By the end, Sirius presented you with a bundle of tulips in various hues. Upon entering your dorm room with the flowers in hand, Lily's gasp was so pronounced that it startled you.
âTell me that Sirius got you those.â
"He picked them for me." You beam, offering the bouquet to Lily for her admiration. "I mean, I helped too, but it was mostly him.â
âWho knew that he was such a romantic?â Marlene gushed, sitting next to Lily on her bed to take a peek.
âI told you heâs into you! Look at these flowers!â Lily cried out, flopping back onto her bed with the flowers pressed into her chest. Marlene laughs from beside her.
You rolled your eyes affectionately, âWe're just friends.â Marlene scoffs.
"No, you're not. That little stunt at breakfast you pulled this morning. Hugging him from behind and kissing him? Definitely not platonic." Marlene remarks, her tone teasing yet observant. Embarrassment floods through you; you hadn't planned on being so affectionate with Sirius; it just happened. You're grateful Sirius didn't bring it up; you probably would have collapsed if he had.Â
"I just kissed his cheek!" you defend, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.
Lily grins mischievously. "You should've seen how he looked at you when you walked away."
"Totally lovesick!" Marlene exclaims, adding her enthusiastic agreement to Lily's observation.
"Both of you are being ridiculous. He doesnât have feelings for me, and even if he did, I need to get over Remus first." Taking the bouquet from Lily, you stride toward your desk to add them to your glass jar full of other flowers. You're almost out of the room. Soon youâll have to pluck out the ones that are dropping, but you donât have the heart to do it yet.
The girls were fully aware of the situation. You explained to them why you were so upset the morning after the party. There was no way you could have pretended like something wasnât wrong. With Sirius sleeping in your bed and your swollen eyes, there was no hiding anything.
"First?" Lily's voice carries a hint of excitement, exchanging a giddy look with Marlene.
You pivot, leaning against your desk. "What?"
"You said first. Like once you get over Remus, you could see yourself being with Sirius."
"No, I didn't." You protest, embarrassment flooding your stomach.
Marlene's grin widens mischievously as she exchanges a knowing glance with Lily. "Oh, but you did. We both heard you."
A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes, "Oh, fuck off, guys.âÂ
Your friends continue to tease you, their laughter filling the room. Perhaps you were starting to form feelings for Sirius, but you preferred to keep them close to your heart, away from the probing eyes of Lily and Marlene, who always seemed to pick up on every subtle shift in your emotions.
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âThere you are! I was worried sick!â James exclaims as Sirius opens the door to the dorm. Remus glances up from his book, while Peter remains focused on his homework, unfazed by James' dramatics. Sirius, lost in memories of his afternoon with you, barely registers James' words as he flops onto his bed, a goofy smile lingering on his lips.
It's only when James tosses his pillow at Sirius that he snaps back to reality.
âOi! What was that for?â Sirius protests, finally acknowledging James' presence with a bemused expression.
âYouâre ignoring me!â James accuses, crossing his arms.
Sirius stammers, âI wasnât! I was just-â
James interrupts, a mischievous glint in his eyes, âDaydreaming about Y/n? What did you two get up to anyways?â
Remus stiffens, lowering his book to look at Sirius, âYou were with Y/n today?â
Sirius sits back up and exchanges a tense glance with Remus, âYeah, I was.â
He turns to James, âHelped her study a bit.â He neglects to mention the flower field, wanting to keep that memory to himself. Plus, he knows the boys will tease them every chance they get.
James stares at Sirius, incredulity flashing across his face. "That's all? Sounds boring. Should've come to Hogsmeade with us."
Sirius is about to respond when Remus interjects, his tone betraying a hint of disbelief. "I'm sorry. You turned down Hogsmeade to study? With Y/n?" His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"Yes." Sirius says plainly.
âIâll ask her to study.â Remus assures, as if that would settle Sirius.
Sirius shrugs, his tone nonchalant. "No need, mate. I've got her."
Remus furrows his brow, considering Sirius's response. "I can still ask her, give her another option," he suggests casually, but there's an undertone of something that Sirius can't quite decipher.
Sirius tenses, meeting Remus's gaze head-on. He's unsure if Remus is hinting at something deeper or if he's simply offering another study option. Nevertheless, Sirius feels a pang of reluctance at the thought of giving up his time with you, even for studying.
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Peter huffed, practically slamming himself on the couch next to you, his frustration evident in the way he dropped onto the couch. âRemus and Adeline are getting on my last nerve.â
James glanced up from where he was sitting across from you, his attention momentarily diverted from the game of cards. His eyebrows raised in curiosity as he observed Peter's demeanor. "They makinâ out in the dorm again?" he questioned, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
You turn your head to hide your reaction, your stomach churning with familiar discomfort. After nearly two months of their relationship, you still felt uneasy hearing about them together, effectively reminding you of your lingering feelings for Remus.
It would be a lie to say that your feelings for Remus hadnât changed. In fact, you were beginning to notice a subtle shift in your perspective, a gradual easing of the discomfort that once swarmed your chest at the sight of him and Adeline together. That twinge of jealousy you used to feel when looking at them was easing up, instead being replaced by a dull ache in your chest.
You found yourself increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of Sirius, his smile and the memories of your time together occupying your mind more frequently than before. You caught yourself smiling at the little moments you shared, replaying conversations and gestures, finding comfort in the warmth of his presence even when he wasn't around.
Peter shook his head against the cushion, his expression irritated. "No, theyâre bickering. They've been at it for nearly twenty minutes. Couldnât get a damn thing done on this essay.â
James wore a look of surprise as he arched his eyebrow, âTheyâre fighting?â
Peter looked away from the fire to glance over at James blankly, âNo, bickering. Thereâs a difference.â His tone is matter-of-fact and laced with frustration.
âWeâll be quiet, Peter. Work on your essay.â You promise, sending the blond boy a soft smile.
Jamesâ lips curve in a mischievous grin, eyes lit up with amusement, âGuess all relationships have to come out of the honeymoon phase.â He quips, tone playful with satisfaction. Peter sighs, tipping his head back onto the headrest of the couch like he canât take anymore.
âJames, itâs your turn.â You call, the gentle tap of your pointer finger against the cards catches his attention. His eyes flicker down to the cards sprawled between you both before glancing back up at you.
âDid you at least appreciate my pun?â He asks, a hopeful upturn of his lips present.
âIt was wonderful.â You affirm, voice soft as if youâre telling a young child that their artwork is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
Jamesâs face lights up with a satisfied smile, and his voice is full of teasing gratitude, âThank you, Y/n. I knew you would have my back.â
âWhat does she have your back about?â Siriusâ voice cuts through the air, his sudden appearance causing you and James to glance over at him. Peter opens one eye as Sirius sits on the couch next to him.
James stares at the cards while debating his next move, âShe appreciates me for who I am. Maybe you should take some notes from her.âÂ
Sirius hardly hears James. Instead, his eyes flicker over to you. He finds himself entranced by the subtle movements of your features, the way your eyebrows furrow in playful impatience as you await James to decide. The glow from the fire is dancing over your face, and he has the urge to reach out and touch your cheek, tracing over where the heat has touched. You look gorgeous like this, drenched in the soft light of the fire and so at ease. The words are at the tip of his tongue, but he swallows them down.
As your eyes meet his, a gentle smile graces your lips, and Sirius feels his stomach flip and heart stutter. Youâre looking at him with so much warmth that you could rival the fire next to you, and he knows he never wants to forget the way youâre looking at him.
Amidst the crackle of the fire and the soft murmurs of the surrounding conversations, itâs then that Sirius is struck by the sudden realization that sends shockwaves throughout his entire body. He is hit with the truth that heâs been avoiding for ages; he is entirely and desperately in love with you.
Sirius grapples with a fact that feels almost suffocating in its intensity. His gaze falls to his lap, the reality of his situation weighing heavily upon him. Heâs in love with a girl who holds feelings for someone else. Not just someone else, but Remus. His best mate, who, as of lately, has shown increasing concern about the nature of your relationship with Sirius. The way he pinches his brows together when you laugh at a joke Sirius makes, the subtle shifts in his demeanor whenever you show Sirius affection- itâs all Sirius can focus on. Remus sees you in a different light, and itâs making Sirius uneasy.
And so, he sits in silence, grappling with the truth that heâs fallen for a girl that will never be his.
âSirius,â You say softly, your hand gently resting atop his, hoping to bring him back from his thoughts. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and you smile softly. âYou okay? Youâre quiet.â
No, he isnât.Â
But instead, he offers a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand, âIâm okay, angel. Just tired.â
âNot too tired to lose to me in cards, are you?â James interjects, sporting a cocky grin and cracking his knuckles in intimidation. âIâm tired of playing with Y/n. She wins every time.â
Sirius laughs, hauling himself off the couch to sit beside you both before shuffling the cards.
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âY/n.â You startle at Remusâ voice, nearly spilling your cup of tea down your front. He sends you a soft smile, sitting beside you on the couch. You set your tea on the table next to you. Sitting up and shifting your legs to the side and underneath you, you make room for him. The way you were stretched out before hardly allowed him any room.
âRem.â You greet him, sending him a gentle smile. The corners of his mouth lift at the nickname; he hasnât heard it for a while.
He leans back against the couch, gaze firm on you, âHow was your day?â His voice is gentle and soothing. His voice was always one of your favorite things about him, always a source of comfort to you.
âItâs been alright, not too much to say about it,â Your left shoulder lifts up into a shrug, and you rest your right arm against the couch to prop your head up. Bodies both facing each other. âHow was yours?â
âJames nearly singed off my eyebrows in potions,â He says amusedly. Heâs got bags under his, and his body seems tired. You cringe when you remember the full moon was just a few days ago.
âNot entirely surprising,â You remark with a laugh, mind trailing to all the times James had proved himself not the best partner. As much as you loved James, his tendency to get distracted had cost you during classes plenty of times before.Â
âHowâs Adeline?â You ask politely, the words coming out with practiced ease despite the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Remusâs smile falters, and he lets out a sigh, gaze drifting away from you.
âI donât know.â He admits, hand coming up to run through his hair. He wonât meet your eye.
âYou donât know?â Your brow is quirks in curiosity, and genuine concern is etched onto your features. Memories of Peter complaining about the two bickering flickers back from a week ago.
âSheâs not happy,â Remus confesses, his tone is heavy with resignation. âDisappearing for a couple days doesnât exactly make me boyfriend of the year.â
You nod sympathetically. You understand, if you were in the dark about your boyfriendâs whereabouts for a couple days, you would be upset as well.
âAre you going to tell her?â You asked gently. It felt weird to talk to Remus again after going nearly two months without much interaction. All your time used to be spent with Remus, but Sirius seems to have taken that spot nowadays.
His gaze meets yours as he nervously bites at his bottom lip, he seems apprehensive, âI donât know if she could handle it.â
âRem,â You begin, voice soft and resolute, a reflection of the support you have always offered him. Despite the change in your relationship, your commitment to being there for him remains. âShe deserves to know, especially if the two of you want to be together.â
His brows are pinched tightly together as he wrings his hands together, âWhat if she doesnât take it well? What if she tells-â
You interject gently, âYouâve been dating two months, you should have a feel for how she would react.âÂ
He meets your eye with an uncertainty, âY/n.â
âYeah?â You respond, voice quiet.
âI donât know if I can tell her. I donât think it will be as easy as telling you was.â
âYou shouldnât compare her to me.â
âBut I do.â Remus whispers, the gravity of his admission catching you off guard. His shoulders are hunched over as he rests his elbows on his knees, hands still nervously wringing together as he looks over at you.
Your breath is caught in your throat. You break eye contact to clear your throat, shifting uneasily on the couch.
âAdeline is your girlfriend, and Iâm just your friend. You really shouldnât compare us, Rem. If you want to be with Adeline, you should really think about telling her.â You murmur, truth stinging as it leaves your mouth.
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Marlene sighs, her voice laced with playful incredulity, "Sometimes I wonder how James Potter managed to get you." Sirius barks out a laugh from his spot across from you, his amusement echoing around the room. Lily's mischievous grin widens as she shoots a playful wink at Marlene, enjoying the banter.
"I'm a damn catch, McKinnon!" James retorts dramatically, pulling Lily even closer into his side, the affection between them palpable. Lily leans up to press a kiss on Jamesâ jaw, a tender moment amidst the playful teasing.
"That lapdance you just gave your girlfriend? Horrific." Marlene shakes her head with exaggerated disdain, her expression a mix of amusement and mock disgust.
"If you didn't wanna see it, then you wouldn't have dared me to do it," James fires back with a smirk, the competitive edge still in his tone.
You're all gathered in a circle, indulging in a juvenile game of truth or dare. The boys took charge, rearranging the furniture into a circle so everyone could sit comfortably.
Marlene had insisted upon it, likely hoping to be roped into a dare that would bring her closer to Dorcas.Â
You're seated on one of the couches beside Lily, with James on her other side and Peter beside him. Adeline occupies the space to Peterâs left, seated next to Remus on one of the smaller couches. Sirius has claimed an armchair for himself. Marlene and Dorcas are cozied up in another armchair, much to Marlene's delight over the seating arrangement.
While Remus had yet to tell Adeline about his lycanthropy, he was attempting to make amends with her. You sent him a sweet smile and thumbs up when you saw them walking in together. It was clearly tense between the two, but that was to be expected.
Amidst the laughter and playful exchanges, you had failed to notice the tension simmering between Sirius and Remus, evident in the disgruntled glances they exchanged at being seated next to each other.
James turns to you with a devious grin, âMy sweet Y/n, you will be picking dare.â
âExcuse me? You canât pick for me!â You retort, sending James an incredulous look.
âBut I have the best dare for you!â James insists, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âNo.â You refuse, shaking your head slightly.
âY/n, please.â He pleads, attempting to send you puppy dog eyes. Marlene snorts from beside you.
Lily sighs, âY/n, do the dare. He will beg you all night.â You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh that immediately lets James know you have given in.
âKiss the person you are most attracted to in this room.â Your stomach sinks like a stone, regretting your lack of resistance to James. The group around you comes alive with oohs, except for Remus and Sirius, who sit uneasily, their expressions displaying discomfort.
âAbsolutely not. I canât!â Sirius feels sick. Youâre refusing because you canât kiss Remus- that has to be it.Â
âSorry, canât back out now! Make your way over to the lucky person.â James sounds far too cheery to be sorry.
The tension in the air becomes palpable as everyone awaits your decision. You draw in a deep breath, summoning your courage before rising to your feet and crossing the room toward him. The anticipation is almost tangible as your friends murmur excitedly, their eyes fixed on you.
You come to a sudden halt, feeling your knees bump against his as he instinctively sits straighter in his chair. Sensing your approach, he spreads his thighs slightly, silently inviting you to take the space between them. His demeanor shifts, a mix of anticipation and apprehension evident in his expression.
"Might make it easier if you sit in his lap." Marlene suggests with a mischievous grin, earning a pointed glare from you over your shoulder.
"You can, angel," he murmurs sweetly, reaching out to gently grasp your hand, his touch reassuring and electric.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, feeling a rush of nerves as you ease yourself into his lap, your knees sinking into the cushion and your thighs naturally bracketing his. Ignoring the whistles and playful comments that ring out from your friends, you focus on the warmth of his body beneath you, the steady rhythm of his breath, and the way his hands hover uncertainly before settling lightly on your hips.
"We're waiting!" James calls out, amusement laced in his tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Feeling a rush of determination, you gently bring your hand to his cheek, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine and lowering your head towards his. He's quick to meet you, his breath mingling with yours, noses bumping softly in a moment of sweet anticipation.
He's patient, his breath mixing with yours as he waits for you to make the first move. With a tender touch, you tilt your face closer, feeling the gentle brush of your lips against his in the softest kiss. For a fleeting moment, you both linger there, foreheads pressed together, lost in the momentâs intimacy.
âTell me this isnât because you couldnât kiss him.â His voice is raspy, filled with longing, sending your mind spiraling. His voice is quiet, ensuring that no one will hear him but you.
âYouâre the only one I thought of.â You admit softly, hoping you donât sound nearly as wrecked as you feel.
Sirius surges forward, his lips meeting yours with a passion that catches you off guard, causing a surprised moan to settle in your throat, lost in the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Your friends' whistles and hollers fade into the background, overshadowed by the intensity of your focus on Sirius.
Your fingers weave through his hair, a silent plea to draw him closer, to merge the space between you. His hand glides from your hip, settling tenderly against your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles across your skin. When you roll your hips involuntarily, Sirius lets out a tortured groan and your blood simmers.
"Okay, okay! We've seen enough!" James hollers, his voice breaking you both out of the moment. As James's voice echoes through the air, you part from Sirius, the gravity of what you have both just done settles in. Your chests heave in unison, lips swollen from kisses and cheeks flushed.
Frozen, you and Sirius sit there, stunned, oblivious to the teasing of your friends. The air crackles with tension as you both lock gazes, the desire to lean in and kiss him again overwhelming you.
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Your mind remains frazzled in the aftermath of kissing Sirius. No matter how much you attempt to push it away, it's as though your body stubbornly clings to the memory of his lips upon yours, as if you're still nestled in his lap, feeling the gentle pressure of his hands on your hips. Both of you exchanged shy smiles as you gently slid off his lap, yet inside, your stomach churned with disappointment at the prospect of returning to your previous seat. Truthfully, you wanted to linger longer, to settle beneath his arm, and remain close to him.
In all honesty, Remus didn't even flicker into your thoughts when James issued his dare. The realization of this truth sends a shiver down your spine. When had Sirius managed to steal the place in your thoughts that Remus had held for so long?
Perhaps it was in the way he had cared for you like no one else ever had.
The sight of a steaming cup of tea, reliably waiting for you in your designated spot at the table. Even when he could have been enjoying himself in Hogsmeade, he chose to stay behind and help you study, just because you mentioned not having Remus to study with. And the simple yet heartfelt gesture of presenting you with fresh tulips just because you mentioned you had never gotten flowers before.
How had you moved on from Remus without even noticing? Perhaps that subtle ache in your chest whenever you glanced at Remus and Adeline stemmed from the change in friendship between you both. Maybe those tear-filled initial weeks spent with Sirius comforting you were a form of grieving the relationship that could never be with Remus.Â
While Sirius helped you to get over Remus, he had been gently guiding you toward developing feelings for him instead without even realizing it.
After watching your kiss with Sirius, Remus withdrew from the game entirely. The memory of your intimate moment with Sirius replayed incessantly in his mind, each repetition adding to the sting in his chest. In a fleeting moment of vulnerability, he had allowed himself to entertain the hope that it might have been him you chose to kiss. However, the presence of Adeline at his side swiftly extinguished that flicker of optimism, leaving him feeling profoundly disappointed and conflicted with himself.
The sight of Sirius enveloping you in his arms, and the undeniable chemistry between the two of you, stirred a thick feeling of dread in his stomach.
Each soft kiss, each exchanged glance, seemed to intensify the bitter pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing a reality he had been trying to denyâthe depth of his feelings for you. And the realization that he might lose you for good.
"Remus! Truth or dare?" Dorcas inquired, her eyes alight with mischief.
Remus let out a resigned sigh; he wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with a dare.
"Truth," he replied, hoping for a relatively simple question.
Dorcas wasted no time in posing her question, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Who was your first big crush?"
The simplicity of the question drew an immediate protest from James. "Lame!" he squawked, his tone dripping with dissatisfaction. "Ask him something better."
Marlene swiftly came to Dorcas's defense, her voice laced with defiance. "Back off, James," she retorted sharply. "She can ask whatever the hell she wants,â She bit out before turning to Dorcas. âGreat question, love." Her words sounded entirely lovesick.
"Uh, my first big crush was Y/n." Remus confessed, his gaze darting toward you, eager to gauge your reaction amidst the tension. However, he failed to notice the subtle tensing of Adeline beside him, her expression morphing into one of disbelief as his words hung in the air.
Your brows furrowed, a mixture of confusion and frustration etched across your features as you processed Remus's unexpected admission. The weight of his words lingered, casting a palpable awkwardness over the group as you responded with an unimpressed look.
Sirius felt a surge of nausea rising within him, his gaze narrowing at Remus before anxiously darting over to you, waiting with bated breath to see how you would react to Remus's unexpected confession. Each second felt like an eternity as he searched for any sign of your thoughts or emotions, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of dread and anticipation.
As he watched your expression carefully, Sirius couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking. Were you filled with hope at his confession? Did you still want him?
âThatâs not funny, Rem.â You retort, sending him an entirely unimpressed look.
âIâm not joking.â He insists, his voice has a hint of vulnerability in it. Adeline sends him an incredulous look, but his eyes are solely trained on you.
âThatâs bullshit.â You countered, your voice laced with frustration as you pushed back. The tension between you and Remus was palpable, your friends watching both of you carefully. Unsure if they should intervene or not.
âItâs not. Started fourth year, I liked you for years.â Remus confesses, hand tugging through his hair in frustration.
âYou said you would never have feelings for me.â Your brows are pinched in disbelief, your voice filled with hurt and frustration.
Remus looks entirely confused, âWhat are you talking about?â
âWith Peter! At the party like a month ago.â You exclaim, memory fresh in your mind. While your feelings for Remus may have faded, the pain from his words hadnât.
Remus shakes his head slowly, eyes searching yours for understanding, âI never said that, love.â
âYou did. You told Peter, âI donât think I could ever think about Y/n like that.ââ You reiterated, your voice tinged with disappointment as Remusâs expression faltered, his own words echoing back to him.
âYou didnât hear the rest then.â He says, his voice filled with regret and desperation for you to understand.
Your frustration has bubbled to the surface, âOh, great. So glad I didnât stay to hear you continue about how awful it is that everyone thought we would end up together.â Your words are a mixture of sarcasm and hurt
"Y/n, I-" Remus began, his voice trailing off as you cut him off with a sharp interruption.
"Do you know what that feels like? To hear your best friend talk about you with so much disgust?" you demanded, the hurt evident in your voice as you confronted him head-on.
"I wasnât disgusted!" Remus protested, his own frustration rising to meet yours. "You didnât hear the rest!" he insisted, his tone tinged with desperation as he struggled to convey his side of the story.
"What else did you say?" It was Adeline who broke the tense silence, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Remus's gaze shifted to her, startled by her sudden interjection. Her expression was one of disbelief, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a silent testament to her own confusion and dismay at the unfolding situation.
"I said I didnât think I could think about you like that because of-" Remus's voice faltered, his words hanging in the charged air. You leaned forward, your frustration palpable as you awaited his explanation, your gaze unwavering as you demanded clarity.
"Because of what, Remus?" You pressed, the tension thickening with each passing moment. Remus's eyes darted briefly to Sirius, a flicker of hesitation betraying his inner turmoil, but you caught the movement.
Sensing the rising tension, you glanced over at Sirius, who watches Remus with a tense look. His expression carried a silent message. Urging Remus to choose his words carefully.
âDonât you fucking dare.â Sirius grits out, his voice laced with a raw edge of warning. Remus's uncertainty is evident as he grapples with what heâs just implied.
âDo you still have feelings for her?â Adeline's voice trembles with devastation as she poses the question, her heart laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. Sirius's reaction is immediate; he stands up abruptly, his movements tense with unspoken frustration as he strides towards the stairs, refusing to linger for Remus's response.
âSirius.â You call out desperately, rising to your feet swiftly to intercept him. He starts heading for his dorm, but you gently grab his wrist and guide him toward yours instead. Without a word, he follows your lead until you reach your door, both of you stepping inside quietly.
Sirius doesnât utter a word, his silence filling the space between you as he leans back against your door. His head tilts upward, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in its expanse.Â
You step closer, closing the distance between you, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. With a gentle touch, you place your hand on his cheek, a tender gesture designed to draw his attention back to you. You find yourself more preoccupied with Sirius than the recent events downstairs. Dealing with the situation involving Remus can wait; at this moment, your main concern is resolving things with Sirius.
He lets out a sigh, the weight of his emotions palpable as he drops his gaze from the ceiling to meet yours. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability.
You can't help but laugh incredulously at his apology, the sound carrying a blend of surprise and amusement. "What are you sorry for?" You inquire, your tone gentle yet tinged with curiosity, as you search his eyes for the answer.
He sighs, âThat you found out this way.â
âAbout what?â You both know that you already know the answer but that you just want him to say it.
âAbout Remusâs feelings for you, about my feelings for you.â Sirius admits, his voice soft as he swallows harshly.
You take a deliberate step closer to him, closing the gap between you with a sense of purpose. "And what are your feelings for me?" you repeat, your tone carrying a playful lilt, a silent challenge lingering in your words, daring him to bare his heart to you.
"Y/n," he pleads softly, his hands instinctively finding their place on your hips, drawing you closer to him just an inch. âRemus pretty much spelled it out, didnât he?â
"I donât want to hear it from Remus, I want to hear it from you.â You assert, your voice tinged with determination as you press closer to him. His eyes flit down to the diminishing space between your bodies.
He sighs, a soft exhalation laden with unspoken emotions, âYou drive me crazy.â He confesses, shaking his head in gentle disbelief. A grin spreads across your face, your heart lightening at the familiar banter between you.
"Yeah? Is that all?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes as your arms rise to encircle his neck, drawing him closer.
His gaze softens, a hint of vulnerability shining through as he meets your eyes. "Iâm crazy about you, have been since the moment I met you." He confesses, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.
His words ignite a flutter of excitement in the pit of your stomach, a giddiness that bubbles up from within. Unable to contain the surge of emotions, you rise onto your toes, closing the gap between you as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss. He lets out a surprised hum, circling his arms around your waist and hauling you into him.
He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead on yours, his expression tinged with uncertainty, "Y/n,â He murmurs, his voice laced with apprehension, âI canât do this if you still want Remus.â
You pull back slightly, creating a small space between you yet maintaining the intimacy of your connection as you gaze into his eyes. "Do you think I would have followed you if I still wanted Remus?" You inquire softly, your voice imbued with sincerity.
"I meant every word when I told you that you were the only one I thought of for Jamesâ dare." You continue, your words carrying a gentle reassurance, seeking to dispel any lingering doubts or insecurities that may linger between you.
"I want you, Sirius." You whisper earnestly, your voice soft yet resolute, laying bare your desires and intentions as you seek clarity and connection with him.
The smile he gives you is radiant, brimming with unabridged happiness, illuminating his features with an undeniable warmth that reflects the depth of his emotions.
"I've been dreaming of you saying that for ages." You squeal with uncontainable delight as he dips down and scoops you up, your legs instinctively circling his waist. Together, you embark on a journey towards your bed, his steps sure and purposeful, each movement imbued with a sense of anticipation and excitement.
He settles onto the bed, seating you gently in his lap, and you can't help but giggle uncontrollably, the sound filling the room with infectious joy as you revel in the sheer exhilaration of the moment shared between you.
As you lean down and press your lips onto his, he exhales softly, as if shedding all his worries, finding true peace in the gentle brush of your lips against his. He's never encountered a feeling of rightness as profound as this throughout his life. He is completely done for.
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Lily and Marlene didn't return to the dorm last night. After the awkward end to your game of truth or dare, you assumed they were giving you some space. And frankly, you were grateful for it.Â
You weren't eager to delve into the topic of Remus confessing his past feelings for you. Although he didn't explicitly reveal whether or not those feelings still lingered, the reactions from both Adeline and Sirius served as a telling response.
You knew that a conversation with Remus was inevitable. Yet nervousness gnawed at you. What if there was no salvaging what remained of your friendship? Despite the awkwardness of the past few months, the desire to keep him in your life persisted, making the conversation all the more important.
The night unfolded with you and Sirius intertwined, lost in stolen kisses and hushed conversations within the dimly lit dorm. You had never felt so content in your whole life. Being with Sirius felt like a breath of fresh air. There were no lingering doubts about his feelings; his actions spoke volumes, leaving no room for uncertainty. Reflecting on the past, you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever been so blind to his affections.
âYou almost ready mâlove?â Sirius called, casting a glance your way as he deftly tied his tie in front of your mirror.
His endearment sent a flutter through your heart. It felt as though the kiss with Sirius last night had unleashed a torrent of emotions, flooding your senses with newfound intensity. It sent a thrill through your body, yet you felt somewhat disheartened as well. How had you managed to overlook Sirius for so long? He had been there all along, yet you found yourself pining over Remus, who had seemed indifferent to your feelings.
"Yeah, whenever youâre ready." You offered a soft smile as you slipped on your final shoe, steadying yourself with a gentle grip on the bedpost.
You rose to your full height, crossing the distance to Sirius, who advanced to meet you halfway, his hands finding their place on your hips. You encircled your arms around his neck, drawing yourself nearer to him. He smiled warmly down at you, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before returning his hand to your hip.
"How do you want to go about this?" Sirius asked his brow furrowing with a hint of unease, his gaze searching yours for guidance.
Your brow pinched in confusion, "Go about what? Us?" For a brief moment, the idea crossed your mind â did Sirius want to go back to the way things were before? However, that thought evaporated as quickly as it appeared when you recalled the firmness of his embrace, the intensity in his gaze fixed upon you.
He nodded, his expression softening with concern. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I understand things might be tense with Remus, and I donât want to make it harder for you."
"You know what I want?" Sirius tightened his embrace, prompting you to elaborate. "I want you to treat me like Iâm yours, show everyone that weâre together. I couldn't care less about what anyone thinks." Both of you understood that anyone referred to Remus. Sirius remained silent, his gaze fixed on you, his expression indecipherable.
Your expression shifted to one of uncertainty, your brows furrowing slightly as you sought clarification. "We're together, right?" You asked, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, searching his eyes for confirmation.Â
Sirius's smile radiated such genuine warmth that a flutter of attraction danced in your stomach, âYeah, baby. Weâre together.â He couldn't fathom that he held you, his dream girl, in his arms, asking him if the two of you were together. It took him a moment to fully grasp the reality of the moment.Â
He continued, âDonât think that Iâm not going to properly ask you to be mine, though, because I will. I promise.â
Unable to resist, you leaned in, capturing his lips with your own. Instantly, he responded, returning the kiss with equal fervor and intention.
With a reluctant sigh, you pulled away, your fingers lingering against his cheek as you whispered, "We need to get to breakfast."
"I think I can starve." Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned down to capture your lips once more.
You couldn't help but giggle, gently pushing him away, "Stop it, we gotta go. Weâre going to be late." You insisted, a hint of laughter dancing in your voice as you playfully nudged him towards the door, the lingering taste of his kiss still tingling on your lips.
As you entered the common room, a wave of surprise washed over you at the sight of all your friends gathered, comfortably sprawled across the couches and armchairs. You slowed to a stop, catching Sirius off guard as he turned to follow your gaze, his eyes widening in surprise as they landed on the familiar faces of your friends.
"We wanted to make sure you two were okay after last night," Lily paused, her gaze piercing as she shot a pointed glare at Remus, who visibly shrank into the couch cushions. He appeared exhausted as if he hadn't slept all night, and you couldn't help but notice Adeline's absence beside him.Â
"But it looks like everything is good?" Lily continued, her voice hopeful as her eyes dropped down to where your hand intertwined with Sirius'.
"Everything's fine," you affirm, offering a soft smile as Sirius squeezes your hand reassuringly. "But I need to talk to you, Rem. Alone.â You add, your tone gentle yet firm, conveying the importance of the coming conversation.
Sirius is the first to break the tense silence, shifting slightly while the others remain rooted in place, their eyes flitting between Remus and you. The atmosphere feels charged with unease, and you can sense the weight of Lily's unspoken words lingering in the air, knowing full well she gave Remus a piece of her mind the moment you left last night.
Before he can move away, you pull him back, your hand gently tugging him closer as you press your lips to his. A surprised sound escapes him before his hands come up to hold your cheeks. Remus clenches his jaw, unable to watch as you both melt into each other.Â
James lets out a low, appreciative whistle, and Lily suppresses a smile behind her hand. Peter and Dorcas avert their gaze shyly while Marlene beams at the sight of Sirius melting into you. It's evident that they're all on Team Sirius.
As you both draw back, your gazes locked in mutual adoration, Sirius places another swift kiss on your lips. "I'll have your tea waiting for you," he promises softly.
A bright smile spreads across your face. "Thank you," you reply, your voice filled with warmth and gratitude.
As Sirius finally draws back, the others follow suit. James is already by his best friend's side, chatting animatedly. Lily and Marlene exchange knowing grins with you, silently promising a conversation later. Meanwhile, Peter and Dorcas trail behind, engaging in casual conversation as they meander along.
You sigh, bracing yourself for what promises to be an awkward conversation, and then take a seat beside Remus on the couch. The tension in the air is palpable, amplified by the near emptiness of the common room. Remus sits up straight, stealing a glance in your direction, his demeanor reflecting the unease of the moment.
âAre you okay?â Remus looks mildly surprised, that wasnât the first thing he expected you to ask.
He clears his throat nervously, âUh, Iâve been better, honestly. Are you?âÂ
He observes as you gracefully draw your legs onto the couch, tucking them underneath you. Finally, you meet his gaze, and he's momentarily taken aback by your beauty. A pang of regret hits him like a wave â he wishes he had confronted his feelings for you earlier. Perhaps then, it would have been him sharing kisses with you instead of watching you with his best mate.
"I'm good." Remus watches as you absentmindedly bring your fingers up to brush against your lips, a lovesick expression softening your features. You appear momentarily lost in thought, a dazed quality to your gaze.Â
Clearing your throat, you shake off your thoughts, "But I'm disappointed about last night. What on hell was that?"
"Y/n," Remus's voice quivered with sincerity as he addressed you, his eyes reflecting the remorse weighing heavily upon him. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to upset you." He whispered, the words thick with sincerity..Â
You sighed, the weight of your frustration and disappointment lacing your tone, "And Adeline?" Remus looked startled. In the wake of you rushing to follow Sirius, Adeline had bravely broached the subject of his feelings towards you. Caught off guard, Remus found himself grappling for words, acutely aware of his friends' scrutinizing gazes, which bore a mixture of astonishment and disapproval. His hesitation was a silent confession to Adeline, who gathered her belongings swiftly, her departure punctuating the air with an unspoken disappointment. In the ensuing silence, Remus remained rooted, torn between pursuing you and granting you the space he sensed you needed. Regrettably, the thought of going after Adeline hadn't even crossed his mind amidst the dread sitting heavy in his stomach. Remus understood he had messed up, and the weight of his mistake hung heavy upon him.
âShe left. I donât blame her, I hurt her. Who gets a girlfriend when they have feelings for someone else?â A laugh escaped Remus, laden with incredulity.Â
His words prompted you to avert your gaze, a subtle gesture betraying the unease settling in the pit of your stomach. The acknowledgment that his feelings for you still lingered left you with an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Silence settles between you both, and it's excruciatingly awkward.
âIâm falling in love with Sirius,â You blurt out, nervously stealing a glance at him, eager to gauge his reaction. âI just, I need you to know that thereâs no way anything couldâve happened between us. A couple months ago it wouldâve been entirely different. But I was devastated, Rem. Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you be with Adeline? How much that hurt? And then you just admit you have feelings in front of everyone no less, like it wasnât a big deal. In front of your girlfriend, who clearly cares so much about you. I donât understand.â
"Dorcas askedâ" He began, his voice sounded shaky.
"But you could've passed, or chosen to say another old crush's name!" Your interjection cut through the air, sharp and pointed.
"But there wasn't anyone else." He countered, his words tinged with a hint of desperation.
"Remus." His name hung in the air, heavy with frustration. You sent him with a glare heavy with irritation, and the intensity of your gaze churned a nauseating knot in his stomach.
"I was jealous, okay? To see Sirius hold you and kiss you like I have always wanted was awful. I couldnât get you out of my head, and then Dorcas asked, and I just said your name."
"Godric, Rem!" You huffed, frustration coloring your tone. "If you had just told me months ago, we couldâve avoided this entire mess." Remus opened his mouth to speak, but you interjected, your words tumbling out with raw emotion. "But at the same time? Iâm so grateful that you didnât tell me, and that Sirius was there, because then I wouldâve missed out on a guy who was never afraid to show me that I was his first choice.â
Remus remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on his intertwined fingers. You sat tense on the couch beside him, the air heavy with unresolved tension.
Remusâ eyes are filled with tears when he turns to you, âI know thereâs no chance for us anymore, but Y/n, I donât want to lose you as my best friend. Not having you around the last couple months have been hard. I miss you, and I understand if youâre not ready for that or donât even want to be my friend. But Y/n, I will do anything to make this up to you.â
 You felt a lump form in your throat, a wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. With a harsh sigh, you turned to Remus, your gaze a mixture of hurt and determination.
"Our friendship won't be fixed right away," you admitted, the words weighted with the frustration that had been simmering beneath the surface. "I'm still frustrated with you." You confessed, your voice tinged with the raw honesty of your emotions.
âY/n, Iâll do everything to make it up to you. I know everything wonât go back to the way it was, but I just want to be your friend.â His words carry genuine remorse, and you crack.
âRemus, come here.â You extended your arms toward him and Remus engulfs you in his embrace, his fervor nearly knocking you off balance.
You're both holding onto each other tightly, finding comfort in having each other back. A few tears escape your eyes, tracing silent paths down your cheeks as you find solace in the warmth of his embrace.
"I missed you too." You mumble softly into his chest, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
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The familiar ease you once shared with Remus doesn't return immediately, but both of you are committed to rebuilding your friendship, to rediscovering that ease and comfort your relationship used to provide. But the effort that is being made means the world to you.Â
And so it begins with catching up on reading together. You sit beside Remus on the plush couch, matching copies of a book cradled in your hands as you both immerse yourselves in its pages. Nearby, Marlene and Lily are nestled by the crackling fire, engaged in animated conversation about Marlene's impending decision to finally ask Dorcas out. Peter lounges lazily in an armchair, a contented smile playing on his lips as he indulges in chocolates, his attention drifting between the gossip and the flickering flames.
Sirius's laughter rings out, drawing your gaze toward him like a magnet. You shift your focus to the common room entrance, where Sirius and James have just arrived, their hair still damp from their post-practice showers.
You sit up straighter, a subtle movement, that draws Remus's attention to you. Following your gaze, Remus's eyes shift in the direction of Sirius, who is in the midst of a hearty laugh spurred on by James's joke. However, as Sirius turns and locks eyes with you, his laughter fades into a tender smile, his expression melting into one of affection and adoration. James catches sight of Lily across the room and wastes no time in making his way over to her, his trademark mischievous grin already in place.
"James!" Lily cries out, her voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement, as she dodges away from the curly-headed boy who is shaking his dripping wet hair over her. Marlene's laughter fills the air, and Dorcas grins from beside her. Despite Lily's attempts to escape, James encircles his arms around her waist, drawing her back against his chest, his satifsfied grin matching her infectious laughter.Â
âI canât stand you, James Potter.â Lily sighs, leaning back against James and shaking her head disapprovingly.
Sirius laughs, watching Lily pretend to be annoyed with James, before settling into the seat beside you, a comfortable familiarity enveloping the space between you. When he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips, you instinctively lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his affection. Remus's gaze momentarily drifts away, a subtle pang of jealousy tugging at his chest as he watches the way you lean into his best mate.
In truth, Remus found himself uncertain of his standing with Sirius. Him and Remus were limited in their interactions lately, both boys feeling tense around the other. Unbeknownst to you, Remus flinched involuntarily every time Sirius drew near to you, displaying his lingering feelings for you. Sirius, though not proud of it, found himself grappling with a twinge of possessiveness whenever Remus was close to you.Â
Sirius pulled back slightly, a warm smile gracing his features as he met your gaze, "Hi, m'love." He murmured softly, his voice laced with affection and tenderness.
You couldn't help but return his grin, feeling a rush of warmth at his endearing greeting, "Hi." You replied, your voice filled with warmth and fondness, mirroring the affection reflected in his eyes.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Sirius's voice broke the silence, his arm casually draping around your shoulder, drawing you into his side. Your book lay forgotten as his presence captivated your attention.
"Just some studying." You replied, the thought of books and lectures suddenly fading into insignificance.
Sirius leaned in closer, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispered, "I wanna take you somewhere tomorrow." The words stirred memories of a few months ago when you were seated on this very couch with him, grappling with the heartache of trying to move on from Remus.
"Will this be a date?" You asked, unable to contain the excitement bubbling in your voice.
"Yes, angel." Sirius replied, his words soft and tender as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. A radiant grin spread across your face as you reached for your book once more, the anticipation of the upcoming date dancing in your thoughts.
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Almost a week slips by before you and Sirius manage to carve out time for a long-awaited date. As Sirius leads you on a walk, your heart swells with emotion when you realize he's taking you to the tulip field. Despite the lingering chill in the air, the sight of the vibrant flowers and the sun's gentle rays reflecting off Black Lake fills you with warmth.
"You're such a romantic." You giggle, leaning into Sirius even more. He responds with a bashful smile, his cheeks tinged pink. You're not sure if it's from the cold or your teasing.
"I didn't know if it would be a good place for a date or not." He admits, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment. He had spent the last week agonizing over where to take you. When he ranted to Peter about it, Peter simply shrugged and suggested Hogsmeade. Sirius had scoffed, his tone teasing yet earnest, telling him he better step it up if he wanted to impress a girl.
"Sirius, this is the cutest spot for a date. Plus, it has meaning to us." You tell him sincerely, and Sirius feels his heart flutter at the term us. He wonders if he'll ever get over the fact that he has his dream girl in his arms, looking at him the same way he looks at you.
As you draw closer, the perfumed air carries the unmistakable scent of spring, and the gentle buzzing of bumblebees near the flowers fills your ears. The sounds evoke a sense of nostalgia, transporting you back to your childhood days spent playing in the garden.
"Merlin, I was so stressed about it. I've never planned a date before. I mean, I've gone on dates, but I've never felt this determined to impress someone as much as I have with you," he sighs as if releasing all of his pent-up stress. "I even asked Peter where I should take you."
"Did you? Well, I think this is perfect." You grin, withdrawing your hand from his to lay out the blanket. The thought of crushing tulips under the blanket makes you cringe, so you search for a barren patch to place it over. With care, you shake out the blanket, letting it flutter gracefully before plopping onto it.
Leaning back on your palms, you watch Sirius, who remains standing where you left him, your copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands. A soft smile graces his lips as he gazes at you as if you're everything he's ever dreamed of.
"Are you going to join me or just stare?" You question, patting the spot next to you invitingly.
"I quite like staring at you." He grins, sending you his famous smile.Â
He sits down next to you before laying back and allowing the sun to settle on his skin. The warmth of the rays feels comforting, especially after the last couple of days filled with rain. The melodic songs of birds in the surrounding trees and the sound of your gentle movements create a soothing ambiance, putting him at ease.
You shift, settling onto your back, your eyes tracing the patterns of the soft clouds as they leisurely drift across the vast expanse of the sky. The birds' playful chirps and flutters among the trees add to the serene atmosphere. Sirius follows suit, adjusting his position to face you. As he watches you, he's captivated by the delicate play of sunlight on your features, accentuated by the colorful tulips that bloom around you, adding a vibrant backdrop to the tranquil scene.
He can hardly believe that he's lying next to the girl of his dreams, the one he's thought of for years, yearning for even a moment of her attention. Memories flood back countless times when he watched you with Remus from afar, consumed by jealousy for the time Remus got to spend with you. He would have given anything for just a few minutes alone with you to share a moment that belonged solely to the two of you.
"I talked to Remus earlier today." You remark, his nose crinkling slightly with an involuntary pang of jealousy at the mention of his friend's name. It's become almost instinctual by now.Â
"He apologized to Adeline," You start, your expression thoughtful. "He mentioned it started off rough, but in the end, she forgave him, and they wished each other the best."
He hums, âThatâs good.â
You giggle, âThatâs all?â
Sirius hums softly, propping himself up on his elbow as he gazes down at you. "I'm glad they've found that closure," he murmurs, his tone laced with a hint of distraction.
Feeling his unwavering focus, you gently divert your attention from the sky to meet his gaze. His eyes are locked onto yours with such intensity that it causes a flutter in your chest, leaving your breath caught in your throat.Â
He lifts his hands, delicately brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. A small, involuntary sound escapes you, and Sirius responds with a devastating smile, a hint of playfulness dancing in his eyes.
"I don't want to talk about anyone else but us." He whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. His gaze softens as his fingers trace gently across your cheeks, his hand coming to rest on your face, his thumb tenderly brushing against your jawline.
"What about us in particular?" You inquire, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. Your heart quickens its pace, a rhythmic drumming echoing the intensity of the moment, a sensation that always accompanies Sirius's proximity. The air feels charged with anticipation, every nerve tingling with the electricity of his presence.
"I can't get enough of you," he confesses, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your cheek. "How you never leave my mind," he adds, tenderly planting a kiss on your other cheek.
"How you make my heart flip every time I look at you." His lips brush against your forehead before he leans down to rest his against yours. Your eyes flutter closed at his proximity, your body nearly buzzing from the giddiness and anticipation coursing through your veins.
"How my heart is entirely yours." His voice trembles slightly, revealing the depth of his emotions as he utters those heartfelt words, âAnd that I am hopelessly in love with you.â
Your eyes widen, catching his apprehensive gaze, his nerves evident as he awaits your reaction to his confession Without hesitation, you thread your fingers through his hair and gently pull him down to you, closing the distance between your lips and his in a sweet, affirming kiss.
Sirius lets out a moan, his thumb continuing to brush over your cheek as he deepens the kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours is accompanied by a gentle exploration, each movement conveying a depth of emotion and desire that leaves you breathless. The air is charged with an electric intensity, and in that moment, it feels like time stands still, allowing you to savor the overwhelming connection and longing between you.
You pull away just slightly, your voice trembling with emotion as you gaze into his eyes. In the hushed intimacy of the moment, surrounded by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, you utter those three profound words, "I am so in love with you. "
Sirius lets out a disbelieving laugh, his smile widening as euphoria bubbles within him. Without hesitation, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a fervent and intense kiss that elicits a desperate moan from your lips. You've never experienced a kiss like this before, filled with such raw passion that it feels like every nerve in your body is set ablaze as if you could melt into him right there and then.
"Please be mine." Sirius pleads, his voice laced with longing and vulnerability against your lips.Â
A tender smile graces your lips as you respond, your voice soft and filled with affection, "I'm already yours."
While nestled in the field of tulips, Sirius confesses to you that the very first tulip he gifted you was, in fact, a declaration of his love.
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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER TEN
thought iâd be lying if i said âi didnât want you to myself.â when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that itâs mine, iâŚ
pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc
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warnings angst (?), homophobia/homophobic slur, sexual innuendos, sexual content.
kalena speakss đŞ˝! so hereâs the ACTUAL chapter ten, i accidentally posted a different version last night so if you saw that just completely disregard it lmao
July 2025 â Crypto.com Arena, Los Angeles, CaliforniaÂ
ââPreciate you cominâ out, man.â I nod, my hand giving a firm dap to Julian.
Yeah, the Julian whoâs girlfriend I seem to be helplessly obsessed with.
We had just beat the Fever at home in a blow out on the second night of a back-to-back. My body is aching, and as soon as I left the locker room, I was ready to push through those metal doors and go home. Maybe stop for some dinner too.Â
Until I heard it. The voice that has replayed in my head rather than in my ears for the last week and a half. That slight southern drawl with the occasional upbeat ending. Itâs perfect, and I didn't realize how bad Iâd missed it until now.
I meant it when I thought I needed a break. Maraye was running laps in my head, like a marathon. Sheâs all I seem to be surrounded by. But thereâs so many issues, and Nika was right: I donât need to be getting hurt again.
So I stepped back, wanting to figure out what I really did want.Â
Now I know that I want her in my bed, hands in my hair, moans of my name leaving her mouth. More importantly, though, I want her to be mine. So damn badly. I wanted to grow with her, watch her succeed up close, to do all the things with her that come with a relationship.Â
That shit was fucking terrifying. I can't remember the last time I let a girl get this close to me. To learn me in the way Maraye has been able to. Or even being able to learn her in the way that I have.
So when she stands there, next to Julian in her curve hugging jeans and a cropped shirt with my name and number, her eyes looking everywhere but at myself, I know that something is off.
âCongrats All-star.â She says to me, eyes looking at me but not really. She darts everywhere but at my eyes, which normally are her main attraction.
The All-star list dropped at halftime, Rickea and Dearica making the list as well. A smile spreads onto my face and I finally drop my hand from Julianâs. âThanks, angel.â It slips. I shouldnât have said it, not here in front of him. I knew I shouldnât.
It was so natural, falling from my tongue like butter.Â
I see his eyebrows furrow, looking down at his girlfriend as if she would stop me from calling her that again.Â
âYou cominâ to Indy?â
âI was thinking about it. Yeah.â Raye answers and itâs the first time throughout this awkward exchange that I actually see those eyes. Wide, doe, eyes that I know I could happily spend the rest of my life just looking at. âUh, we. We were thinking about going.â She corrects when Julian darts his head to her.
I nod, wiping the palms of my hands on the side of my jeans.Â
âI should probably head out, Ion wanna keep yâall too long.â I force out through the tension. I donât want to leave. Because I know that as soon as I do, Iâm going to force myself into more dry texts and ignore her calls and keep myself away from looking at that damn perfect face.Â
âYou sure?â Julian questions me. His tone is skeptical, like he knows something that I donât. Or that he knows something that he shouldnât.
âYeah, I got some places to be at too.â I hum, pulling my phone out to look at the time. Itâs not late, barely even 10 oâclock, but that slight movement is enough to make them both think I have other plans.
Maraye pushes her curls from her face, the bright white hallway lights make her gold septum glisten in her nose. âIâll see you around then?â She asks, taking a step closer to me and we hug.
The only difference is this hug isnât what Iâm used to. It isnât the hug where her arms wrap around my neck, mine feel on the swell of her ass, and I can smell every bit of the scent she chose to wear. That would be too risky.
So instead she holds me by my side, my arm cautiously around her shoulder while her palm presses into my back. Itâs difficult for me to keep my composure because deep down I know that I should be able to hug her however I damn well please.Â
And I canât.
All because of him. Itâs always him.
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The hum of the engine is all that fills the car, along with the occasional voice of whatever rapper Julian has playing at minimal volume while I drive.Â
Itâs been like this for a minute. Just the two of us sitting quietly, my finger tips occasionally tapping against the steering wheel while he stares out the window. Iâm supposed to be taking us to his place, weâd eat some dinner and maybe watch a movie.
âSo, you and Paige, huh?â He asks, his voice so monotonous.
My hands start to sweat and nearly slip down the wheel. âWhat?â
He turns his head towards me and though my eyes are glued to the road ahead, I can feel the way his dark eyes are burning holes into my skin.Â
âYou and her. Yâall got something goinâ on? She callinâ you angel and you donât do nothinâ about it?â His voice casually picks up, going from nonchalant to angry in a matter of seconds. I briefly look at him, and even through the darkness of the night I can see his light skin slowly build in a red tint.
âPaige and I are friends, Ju.â I breathe out. I know thatâs true, even though itâs also a lie. Paige and I stopped being just friends the second I kissed her on my couch.
âThen why the hell is it that you been hanging out with her so much, but the second Iâm around yâall wanna be all awkward and you wanna look at the floor?â
Itâs my fault for thinking that he wouldnât be able to pick up on our awkward exchanges, because the tension was very noticeable. It was my first time seeing her since that night in the studio. Sheâs been avoidant lately, and honestly I couldnât even blame her.
She was over it. And I guess I am too.Â
Yet, here I stand, lying to Julian once again and letting him think nothing is wrong. Keeping him at arm's reach when I should really be letting him go.
âIâm sick of fighting, Julian.â I told him. Thatâs also true. I am so damn exhausted from all the back and forth yelling, but right now I just really donât want to have this specific conversation.Â
âAnswer my fucking question, Raye. Are you fucking her?â He yells, never taking his glance off the side of my face.
âWhat, no!â I look over at him again, my hands shaking while I grip the wheel. âQuit being so insecure! Just because I got good people in my life, doesnât mean Iâm fucking them. Iâm with you.â
I hate this. This lying and manipulation. I fucking hate it because this isnât who I am. Iâm not an asshole. Iâm not a cheater. Then here I am, doing everything I write about in my songs, hurting him just to protect my own image.
âInsecure? You think Iâm jealous of that fucking fag? Like she can give you anything that I do.â He scoffs. His words hit my ears and as I process them, they taste bitter. Every gear in my head starts turning and I start to get angry. Not at what he said, but how he speaks about her. I waste no breath in defending her.
âWatch how the fuck you talk about her, Ju.â
We approached his apartment complex.
âWhy you defending her?â
âWhy are you calling her out her name?â I yell back.
Heâs silent. We stop at a light and I turn my whole head to make eye contact with him. âShouldâve never that you get close to that fuckinâ dyke. You wanna fuck around with her, go do that shit then.â
I reach for the panel on my door, pressing the unlock button. The click echos through the car. âGet out.â
He looks at me surprised, as if he didnât expect me to say that to him. âRaye.â
âNo. You wanna talk to me crazy, you wanna talk about Paige crazy. So get the fuck out.â I reason. âYour place is right there. Walk. Get the fuck out of my car, Julian.â
He scoffs, slumping back against the seat. âMan, you crazy.â
âGet out of my car. You think Iâm fuckinâ joking?â I laugh completely irritated. I reach for his phone, taking it off aux and throwing it into his lap. I look at him expectantly.
Julian huffs, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the passenger door. He hops out, looking at me with squinted eyes. âSo youââ
âClose my door.â I cut him off, no longer looking back at him, but the green light that is blaring at me to keep driving.
He huffs, slamming the door and I speed off as soon as he does so.
I sit with my own thoughts. So much running through my head, but it all goes back to her. And suddenly I donât care about the lying or the distance. I just want to talk to her. To talk to Paige.
I pull off into a nearby gas station, pulling my phone out of my purse.
can we talk?
It isnât even a few seconds before the gray text bubbles pop up on my screen. Then they disappear and I groan.
Until they pop up again, this time fast and insistent.
Yeah we should
Come over?
I know better. Me and Paige donât have a great track record of keeping our hands to ourselves when weâre alone. So I should text back that we should meet somewhere else.
Thatâs until she texts me again: Please?
send your addy
And she does.
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My leg bounces from where I sit on a kitchen stool. Itâs not in the anxious way, but in the distracting way. My arm is stretched out over the edge of the counter that I lean on. My fingers tug on my bottom lip while I look at her.
Rayeâs been here for a few minutes, going on about something Julian has done. I was listening at first, I think he knows and argument being the specific terms that stuck in my head.
She stood in front of me, pulling her curls up into a bun on the top of her head. It makes the hem of that damned cropped shirt ride up on her body and expose gold jewelry on her belly button.
So yes, itâs hard to listen to what sheâs saying when sheâs practically tempting me right now. But I do listen when she says:
âI dunno. Iâm done with all of this shit.â
If I were a dog, my ears would practically be perking up at it. I sit up straight, leaning with my elbows on my knees to get closer. To make sure I heard her correctly.
Throughout this whole encounter with Maraye, sheâs only ever told me she was tired or that she was bothered. Not once did she ever tell me she was done, and that makes all the difference.
âYouâre done? For real?â
âYes. I dunno. Itâs not that simple, P.â
I let out a scoff. âYes it is. You arenât comfortable âround him like you are with me. You donât spend all day with him like you do with me.â I shrug my shoulders, slightly frustrated. I feel like Iâve given Raye enough evidence that Iâm better, as cocky as it sounds. But yet here we are. âItâs hella simple. You jusâ donât wanna admit it.â
âI didnât come here for you to scold me.â
âSo whatcha come here for then, huh?â I ask, standing up from the stool.Â
My hair tumbles down my shoulders as I tower over her. Marayeâs eyes trail down my body and the white shirts that clings to each ridge of my body.
âYou wanna kiss me? Wanâ me to fuck you? Wanna keep talking about him? What do you want, Raye? âCause I know what I asked you to come here for.â
âAnd whyâd you do that, Paige?â She responds, getting in my face.
I should be bothered and put up yet another defense. Then Iâm reminded that sheâs already defensive, herself. Sheâs frustrated from all the arguing that took place the minute I left her and Julian at Crypto.Â
Sheâs mad. And normally Iâd justify her anger, but tonight; itâs all our fault. We made a mess, started seeing each other in a way that we shouldnât have and Julian caught on. He knows.
âWell for one, Ion wanna be a home-wrecker.â I say, throwing my hands up. âYou might be over him theoretically and he might be a raging asshole, but I donât do that shit, Raye.â And I donât.
Fooling around, seeing multiple girls, I used to do a lot of it. I can admit that. Home-wrecking, however, has never been on my list.
Raye lets out a snort. âSpell theoretically.â
I huff and run my hands through my hair. âYouâre so unbelievably annoying.â I respond, stepping away and walking past her to my couch but she tugs my arm.
âOkay, wait.â She laughs. âYouâre right.â
âIâm always right.â
âYeah, okay.â I stand in front of her again. This time weâre even closer, her hand wrapped around my wrist. âWhat do you want me to do?â Itâs more of a statement than a question because she knows.
She knows I want her to breakup with him and choose me and then let me fuck her within an inch of her life immediately after. That, I could get behind.
âYou wanna hear me say it?â
âPlease?âÂ
Rayeâs free hand trails up my arm. Sheâs so tempting, the words so close to dying on my tongue and not being heard at all. Her voice is so enticing, and she looks up at me through her lashes like I hung the moon.
âI⌠want you, to make a fucking decision.â My voice doesnât waver as I look deep into her eyes. âYou can choose whoever you want, but I canât keep doinâ this. You choose.â
This is the closest Iâm going to get to fighting her off. I donât push her arm off of me or tell her to back up. This is the closest Iâll get, because I simply canât get enough of her.
âOkay.â Maraye nods, clutching onto my bicep.
âOkay? Thatâs it? You not gonna yell at me for making you choose?â
She smiles and shakes her head. The bun on her head shakes a little, and it makes me smile too. âIâll choose. You gotta give me some time thoâ. Few days maybe?â
It seems pretty reasonable to me, though Iâd rather she break up with him right this minute over the phone, that would be just a bit crazy.
âWe got a road trip. Iâll be gone all week, that work?â
âYouâre really serious about this, huh?â
âI just need to know. You pick him, fine.â I shrug. âBut if you pick me, even better.â
She grins. âItâs giving Meredith Grey.â
Now I push her off me, listening to the way her laugh fills my ears and bounces off the walls. She stumbles back a tad before catching me on the couch. My back rests against it while Maraye stands in front of me, the spot between my legs becoming designated for her.
âCâmon. It was funny!â
âYouâre an idiot.â
âIâm a sexy idiot.â
I hum, rolling my eyes.
It was things like this I missed. The laughter, the jokes, the comfort. Sure she was stunning, and the flirting and kisses were otherworldly, but this topped it. These moments with Maraye that were so hard to come by.
I like the way she looks when sheâs looking down at me. Itâs intimidating, but still so damn hot.
âA very sexy one.â I finally respond, sitting up more so she can see me better. âThese jeans look incredible on you, by the way.â
âYeah? You wanâ a 360?â Raye jokes.
âI want a 180, angel.â I reply. My hands reach for her hips, playing with the fabric of her belt loops. Raye brushes me off, making a frown spread across my mouth.Â
She bows her head to check the dainty watch on her wrist. âItâs late, P. I should get home.â
âYou could stay here with me.â My hands drop from her body, instead using my eyes to suggestively try and convince her to stay the night. Itâs a joke. Mostly.
âAnd you were the one who said no more home-wrecking.â
â
My lips are pressed against hers, tongues swirling and spit swapping between the both of us.
Itâs urgent. More urgent than any way Paige has ever kissed me before. She doesnât give me a second to think before her finger is breaking me open and Iâm gushing all over her. The stretch is so foreign, and I canât believe how unbelievably full I feel with just one finger.
âLike this?â She asks after pulling back with a nasty suck of my tongue. Iâm nodding at her words tucking my lip between my teeth.Â
âMmph yes. Yes.â A whimper rumbles from my mouth. I clutch into her shoulder, tossing my head back until it hits the pillow under me.Â
My legs start closing in on themselves when she adds a second one. âIâm tryna make you feel good, baby. Why you fightinâ me?â Paige asks. Her voice as deep and hungry as I ever heard it.Â
Her fingers curl into me, thumb rubbing tight circles on my unbelievably sensitive clit. She found it within a matter of milliseconds, it felt like. And the lights were off.
âHe fuck you better than me? Huh?â
I barely hear her over the sound of my own cunt but that doesnât stop me from shaking my head eagerly. âNo. Fuck no, P. He doesnât.âÂ
Iâm nearly melting at the stimulation. Her voice in my ear and her fingerâs scissoring me apart
âP.â I hiccup, nothing else filling my head except the pleasure Iâm feeling. Her fingers are so damn long, tickling the deepest parts of me that I didnât even know existed. She consumes me, swallows me whole.Â
Her mouth finds my neck again, biting on my sensitive spot and making my eyes roll. Iâm so close, my arousal already dripping past my cunt and onto the sheets below my ass. Itâs messy. Wet and messy.
âYou wanna cum for me, angel?â Paige teases, licking at the mark she left on my neck.
âFuck, Fuck! âMm God, P, youâreââ
âYouâre doinâ so good, ma. I know you wanna cum.â She nods. âJust let me have it.â
âPaige!â I moan, reaching to grip her hand.
âPretty fuckinâ girl. Cum, baby. Iâm right here.âÂ
Her words add unbelievable fuel to the fire and my back arches underneath her body. Sheâs talking me through it, bringing me to the edge and I gasp before waking up.
The sun peeks through my blinds and sleep still crusts my eyes. I wipe them, sitting up half naked in my bed.Â
I got home late last night. Closer to one in the morning. Paige was distracting, and I simply couldnât just leave when she was begging me to stay.
My body is sweaty, my breath is embarrassingly ragged, and My panties are so soaked under the shorts I wore to bed.Â
When I sit up, the duvet covering my body, I reach for my phone. Then I see them, the hundreds of texts and calls from Julian and the text from Paige.
Hope you make the right decision
Iâll see you when I get back ma đŤśđź
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Tied Up - Spencer Reid
MDNI! 18+!
Summary: Spencer reveals his private red room to the reader, but when unexpected guests arrive heâs forced to leave her alone, leaving tension literally hanging in the air.
Post Prison!Spencer Reid x Female Reader
WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FIC, PLEASE BE NICE
Word Count: 8.2K
Warnings: MDNI! 18+! softdom!spencer, sub!reader, pre-established relationship, pre-established safe words, SLOW BURN, chains mentioned, whips mentioned, blindfold mentioned, flogger mentioned, handcuffs used, use of âGood Girlâ, use of safe words, thigh riding, no sex, just teasing (sorry).
The room felt like it was closing in on her, each item on display mocking herâmocking the reality sheâd always known. She was no stranger to the darker corners of the human psyche, but this? This was something she hadnât expected, especially not from Spencer. The chains, the whips, the cuffs... it was all laid out in front of her, each object far too intimate, far too raw, like a slap to the face. A stark contrast to the quiet reserved Spencer she thought she knew.
Spencer Reid, the FBI genius with a shy smile and a brain that could unravel the most complex cases, had always been hard to understand. But thisâthisâwas not the Spencer sheâd known, and yet, in a way, it was exactly the one sheâd feared existed beneath the surface. Prison had changed him, she knew that. Heâd come back with a quiet storm inside him, a part of him more ferocious than sheâd ever expected. But this... this was far beyond what she had prepared for.
Her heart was racing, the intensity of the roomâs atmosphere mixing with the intensity of the moment itself. She could feel the weight of his presence behind her, his breath brushing against her neck, as he stood close enough to make her skin tingle with a strange combination of dread and anticipation.
âSpencerâŚâ She whispered, more to herself than to him, the words barely escaping her lips. Her mind was spinning, trying to make sense of everything. She wasnât sure if she was afraid, or if curiosity was beginning to outweigh the fear.
He was so close now, she could feel his fingers brush the fabric of her shirt, his touch sending a jolt of heat across her skin. His hand snaked around her from behind, settling at the opposite side of her waist. The touch was firm and possessive, and as he pulled her just a little closer, she felt a surge of heat flood her body despite herself. He was patient, letting the moment simmer, his other hand resting lightly on her shoulder as if giving her time to process.
"I understand itâs a lot to take in, but one night is all Iâm asking," he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing. There was an undeniable edge to it nowâa darker, rawer version of him she hadnât known existed. The boy who had always been awkward, and uncertain, was gone, replaced by someone much more confident, much more determined to get what he wanted.
His words made her heart beat faster, but the undertone of desperationâthe need in his voiceâsent a shiver down her spine. She could see it in his eyes now. He wasnât just asking. He was pleading for release, and it was clear that he wanted her to be the one to give it to him.
âWe donât even have to do anything, just let me give you a test run.â He spoke with a growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The room was heavy with tension, and she could feel herself beginning to crack under the weight of it.
Her mouth went dry as she tried to process his words, her mind racing for a response. âA test run?â she echoed, her voice barely audible, still stunned by the shift in their dynamic. Her eyes darted nervously over the room again, the chains hanging from the walls, the whips draped over chairs as if all of it were daring her to make a decision.
The silence between them stretched, and still, neither of them looked at each other. Spencer knew better than to press her immediately, but his presence was undeniable. He was waiting, and though she felt that familiar sense of control over herself slipping away, she was too caught up in the moment to make a move just yet.
Her breath hitched as she felt the undeniable pull of the man behind herâno longer the shy, reserved Spencer, but something darker, something that called to a part of her sheâd never fully acknowledged. Something she couldnât resist.
Her mind was spinning, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Spencerâs words hung between them, heavy and deliberate, his tone steady, but there was a hidden hunger underneath it, something primal. He wasnât asking anymore; he was offering somethingâdaring her to accept, to take a step into a world she had only seen glimpses of, a world she wasnât sure she was ready to enter.
She looked at him, his features sharp in the dim light, his posture exuding confidence, like a predator who had set its sights on its prey. Spencer Reid, the brilliant, often timid genius of the FBI, had always been a puzzle to her, but now, standing in front of her with that cold certainty in his eyes, he was a puzzle she wasnât sure she wanted to solve.
âWeâll do something light for tonight,â Spencer continued, his voice unwavering, almost as if he were reading a script. âIf itâs something youâre not interested in, weâll never speak of it again. But if it is something you wantâŚâ He trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken, knowing the weight of it hung in the balance.
The offer, the challenge, the invitationâit was too much for her to process at the moment. She wasnât naĂŻve, she knew what he was asking, what he was proposing. Spencer had always been a curious soul, someone who explored the depths of the human mind, but this was different. This wasnât a case to crack open, a mystery to be solved with intellect. This was something visceral, something rooted in control and power, and she was the one he wanted to bend.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to wrap her head around it. Spencer was brilliant, yes, but he was also deeply sensitive, a man who had been through so much, and who had struggled with his own demons. How could he possibly want her, of all people, to be the one he could dominate?
She couldnât help herself. âBut why me?â Her voice cracked slightly, caught between disbelief and a tinge of hurt. âYou know me. Iâm not the one you want to be your submissive. Iâm the complete opposite.â
She could feel the heat of the room pressing in on her, the walls lined with tools and items meant for pleasure, for control. But none of them made sense to her. They felt foreign. She was a woman who took charge, who fought for what she wanted, a woman who refused to bend to anyone's will.
Spencerâs gaze didnât falter. He understood her hesitation, but it didnât make him waver. In fact, the challenge only fueled his desire.
âI know youâre strong-willed,â he said, his voice low, almost a whisper against the backdrop of her doubts. âThatâs exactly why I want you. Iâve had plenty of submissives before, but they were always too easy, too willing to give up control. I want you because youâre different. I want to break through that hardness, make you see things from my side.â
His words hit her like a wave, and despite herself, she felt a strange shiver of anticipation. The thought of submitting to him, of allowing him to have control, was so foreign, so against everything she had known about herself. She was passionate and forceful, a woman who never let anyone hold power over her. But there was something about the way he spoke, the unrelenting force in his words, that made her question everything.
âI want a challenge,â he continued, almost as if he could read her mind. âI want a submissive who doesnât make it easy for me. I want the fire, the resistance. The satisfaction of breaking down those walls. The pleasure is in the struggle. In bending you, forcing you to surrender just a little of that control.â
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She knew Spencerâknew the parts of him that others didnât. But this side of him? This darker, more dangerous side that wanted to claim her, to make her submit⌠it was something she hadnât seen coming.
âYou want to break me?â She scoffed, trying to muster some strength, but her voice faltered, betraying the crack in her armor. âIâm not some project for you to fix or control, Spencer.â
He stepped closer, not breaking eye contact, his presence overwhelming. âNo,â he murmured, his voice almost tender despite the command in it. âNot to fix. To free you. Youâre just as much in control of this as I am. But Iâm not going to let you hide from what you really want, from what we could be.â
The air between them was charged now, the boundary between challenge and desire blurred. Her pulse raced, and even though part of her was telling her to walk away, another partâone that she hadnât acknowledged beforeâwas intrigued, fascinated by what he was offering.
Spencerâs smirk was soft but knowing as if he had already won, as if he was certain that, in time, he would break through to her. His words werenât just an invitation; they were a promise.
And for the first time, (Y/N) wasnât sure if she was ready to walk away.
âJust try, for me,â Spencer murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and commanding. He pulled back with a lingering look, walking toward the plush red velvet chair. He eased into it with an air of deliberate confidence, stretching out as he sat, his legs parted just enough to make his intention clear. The subtle yet calculated display was meant to unnerve her, to draw her in, and it was working.
(Y/N)âs gaze faltered before inevitably settling on him. How could she not? Every move he made seemed to be a challenge, a dare meant to test her resolve. Her pulse quickened, the crimson glow of the room amplifying the heat already building in her chest. He was playing a game she wasnât sure she knew the rules toâbut she couldnât deny how much she wanted to play.
âTake off your top,â Spencer commanded his tone firm but not harsh, cutting through the thick tension in the room. The words hung in the air like a tangible weight, their presence making her heart race. She hesitated, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered near the hem of her shirt. The space between them seemed to shrink as his voice softened, yet grew more intoxicating. âSlowly, (Y/N). Play with me a little.â
Her breath hitched, the words wrapping around her like silk, pulling her deeper into his control. She couldnât help the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her nervousness melding with a flicker of boldness. If this was a game, maybe it was time to stop being afraid of losing.
Her fingers trembled as they softly grasped the hem of her shirt, toying with the fabric as though deciding whether to commit to the moment. Slowly, she began lifting it, teasingly revealing the soft curve of her stomach, inch by deliberate inch. The fabric slid higher, grazing her skin, until it passed over her chest and finally slipped free of her head. The shirt fluttered to the floor at her feet, abandoned yet heavy with the weight of what it represented.
She could feel his gaze on her, hotter than any spotlight, tracing every contour of her body with an intensity that made her stomach churn. Spencer didnât need to move, didnât need to say a wordâhis eyes alone held her captive. Shame bubbled in her chest, threatening to spill over as she wrapped her arms around herself instinctively, fighting the urge to cover what sheâd just exposed. Her head dipped low, too afraid to meet his eyes.
âYouâre gorgeous.â His voice was gentle but unwavering, carrying a reassurance that seemed to cut through her self-doubt. She risked a glance up, her breath catching at the warmth in his expression. He wasnât mocking her, wasnât scrutinizingâhe was admiring, revering her in a way she hadnât expected.
âYouâre doing so well,â he added softly, his tone both a compliment and an encouragement. But then, he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, and his next words were lower, more intimate, pulling her further into his world.
âDo you trust me?â
The question hung in the air, a fragile thread between them. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body torn between the vulnerability of her situation and the strange, undeniable comfort his voice offered.
She gave him a soft nod, her movements tentative, barely perceptible. Her vulnerability was written across her face, her uncertainty etched into the way her hands lingered at her sides as if still debating whether to shield herself. But that wasnât enough for Spencer.
âI need verbal confirmation, (Y/N),â he pressed, his voice calm yet firm, each word carefully measured. His gaze didnât waver, steady and unrelenting, like a lighthouse cutting through the fog of her doubt.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated, the weight of his demand bearing down on her like a physical force. Her lips parted, but no sound came at firstâjust a shaky exhale. His head tilted slightly, his patience an unspoken challenge, silently urging her to cross the threshold.
âYes,â she finally stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and resolve. âYes, I trust you.â
The words came out louder than she intended, almost like a yelp, as though speaking them had taken more courage than she thought she possessed. Her cheeks flushed instantly, the warmth spreading down her neck.
Spencerâs lips curved into the faintest smile, his expression softening. The tension in the room shifted, not lessened but transformedâwhere once there had been uncertainty, now there was something unspoken yet undeniable: her surrender, her choice.
âGood,â he murmured, his voice a low, velvety hum as he leaned back in the chair, savoring the moment like a victory heâd been patiently awaiting. Then, with deliberate ease, he rose to his feet, his movements measured and purposeful, each step echoing faintly against the roomâs silence.
Spencer approached her, his hand finding the small of her waist, the touch firm yet oddly reassuring. He guided her gently but unyieldingly toward a ring mounted to the ceiling. Her pulse quickened as she followed his lead, her eyes darting nervously between him and the strange, ominous apparatus.
His hand never left her waist as he reached up, his other arm brushing against her as he brought the cuffs down to her height. The metallic clink of the chain echoed softly in the space, and her breath hitched when he lowered them to dangle just above her reach.
âYou want me in those?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the tremor betraying the fear laced in her question. The vulnerability in her tone was unmistakable. She glanced at the cuffs, then back at him, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Every fiber of her being told her to run, to escape the unknown. Yet something elseâsomething she couldnât explainâanchored her in place. Curiosity, perhaps. Or the magnetic pull of his presence.
Spencer tilted his head slightly, his darkened eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. He could see it all: the hesitation, the conflict, the desperate tug-of-war inside her. And he could see something else, tooâthat faint flicker of desire she was too scared to voice.
âYes,â he answered finally, his tone steady but softened by a hint of reassurance. âYouâll have a safe word. If you use it, I promise Iâll stop immediately. No questions asked.â
His words were firm yet kind, grounding her in the moment. For a fleeting second, she almost believed that he could see straight through her fears and into the part of her that wanted to trust him, wanted to let go.
âYouâll be safe,â he added, his voice dipping lower, the sincerity in it undeniable. âIâll make sure of it.â
She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking back to the cuffs. The urge to flee still clawed at her, but so did the pull to stay. As the silence stretched between them, she realized that it wasnât just the situation that kept her rootedâit was him.
She hesitated, her breath shallow as she wrestled with the decision swirling in her mind. Finally, with a slow exhale, she raised her hands above her head, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the cuffs that dangled just out of reach. It was a gesture of tentative surrender, a signal that she was readyâor at least, willingâto take this step.
But Spencer wasnât done with her yet. He wanted more, needed more. The dominance he had craved for so long wouldnât be satisfied by half-measures.
âTake off your bra,â he instructed, his voice low but commanding, the words settling over her like a velvet chain. He stepped closer, his towering presence casting a shadow that seemed to engulf her. The way he looked at her, with that quiet, unyielding intensity, made it clearâthis wasnât a request.
Her eyes widened as his demand sank in, the weight of it making her heart race. âI thought this was supposed to be a test run,â she managed to say, her voice shaky and uncertain, her gaze darting between him and the cuffs above her.
Spencerâs lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, his eyes dark with purpose. âHow will we know if you like it or not,â he replied smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, âif you donât show some skin?â
The words hung in the air, both a challenge and a justification. He wasnât just pushing her boundaries; he was coaxing her toward something she hadnât fully admitted to herself that she wanted.
She swallowed hard, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and nerves. Deep down, she knew this was coming. Sheâd known from the moment she stepped into his suite that her imaginationâthe fantasies sheâd entertained but never dared voiceâwas inching closer to becoming reality.
But knowing it didnât make it any easier.
Her hands drifted downward, brushing against the clasp of her bra as her breathing quickened. She couldnât tear her eyes away from him, his gaze like a magnet, pulling her in even as her mind screamed at her to stop. There was no turning back now; the pull was too strong.Â
In that moment, she let goâlet go of the armor she wore so tightly, the hard and unyielding persona that shielded her from vulnerability. She surrendered it all to Spencer, letting him strip away the control she clung to so desperately. Deep down, she knew she could trust him. The knowledge that he would stop the moment she uttered her safe word was her anchor, the thread that allowed her to take the plunge.
With trembling fingers, she unclasped her bra, the fabric loosening its hold on her body. Gravity took over as it slipped from her shoulders, fluttering softly to the floor between them, pooling at their feet like a quiet surrender. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, the cool air grazing her bare skin, sending a shiver racing down her spine.
Instinctively, she wanted to shield herself, her arms twitching as if to fold over her chest. But she resisted. Instead, she lifted her chin and kept her gaze locked with Spencerâs, refusing to break the connection. His eyes were steady, dark pools of intensity that seemed to swallow her whole. They didnât strayânot even for a secondâto her newly exposed form. He stayed focused on her, his stare grounding her, holding her in place.
Her vulnerability hung heavy in the air between them, but his expression wasnât one of judgment. It was something deeperâreverence, maybe, or an almost predatory satisfaction at her willingness to give herself to him. The heat in his gaze burned away the edges of her lingering shame, replacing it with a strange, electrifying mix of fear and exhilaration.
Slowly, she raised her arms above her head, her movements deliberate, her breaths shaky but resolute. The cold metal of the cuffs grazed her wrists, the chill jolting her skin as she settled them in place. Her fingers curled slightly, her body tensing with anticipation as she waited for Spencer to lock her into place.
Time seemed to stretch as she stood there, exposed and open, the chains rattling faintly with her unsteady breaths. Yet, despite the vulnerability of the moment, she felt an unexpected calm settle over her. She had let go. The control was no longer hers, and somehow, that made her feel free.
Spencerâs hands moved deliberately, reaching above her head to secure her wrists in the waiting cuffs. The faint metallic click echoed in the stillness as he locked her first hand into place, his movements measured and precise. Her breathing hitched when he reached for the second cuff, the soft brush of his fingers against her skin sending a shiver racing through her.
âIs that too tight?â he asked, his voice a gentle murmur, grounding her in the moment.
She gave an experimental tug on her restraints, testing the give of the chains, the slight pull on her wrists making her hyperaware of her position. The cold metal pressed firmly against her skin, but it didnât hurtâat least, not yet.
âMy left one feels a little too loose,â she admitted softly, her voice tinged with both vulnerability and trust.
Spencer nodded, his expression shifting into one of careful focus. He adjusted the left cuff with precision, tightening it just enough to hold her securely but not uncomfortably. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as though he understood the weight of her trust and carried it with care.
âTry that,â he said, stepping back slightly to give her room to test the adjustment.
She pulled again, her wrists shifting slightly in the cuffs, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. âThatâs good,â she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet the words carried a finality that made her pulse quicken.
Spencerâs lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes darkening with intent. The moment hung between them, heavy with anticipation, as the last barrier between her and his desires dissolved. She was bound now, completely at his mercy, and the realization sent a thrill through her that she couldnât quite name.
He stepped closer, his presence commanding, yet his movements were unhurried, savoring her surrender. She felt the heat of his body near hers, the air crackling with a tension that made her stomach twist in a dizzying blend of nerves and excitement.
âYouâre perfect like this,â he murmured, his voice a low rasp that made her knees feel weak. But there was an edge to his tone, a promise of what was to come.
She knew now there was nothing stopping him, nothing holding him back from taking what he wantedâand, as much as it terrified her, she realized she didnât want to stop him either.
âThis will be the only time I give you a choice in what we do,â Spencer began, his voice soft yet unwavering, the firmness in his tone underscoring his sincerity. âWould you like to try a blindfold as well?â
He spoke with an unusual gentleness, a kind of care he rarely extended to anyone in his role as a dominant. But with (Y/N), it was different. She wasnât like the others who had stepped into his domain, already accustomed to giving up control. This was her first time, her first step into uncharted territory, and he felt an overwhelming need to ensure she felt safe every moment of the way.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the flicker of panic in her eyes. It was subtle but unmistakableâthe way her body stiffened slightly, the way her lips pressed together as if to hold back the truth. Spencer didnât need her to say it aloud; the answer was written all over her face.
He knew it would be a no, and yet it wasnât a simple refusal. It was a no that carried a weight, one wrapped in a quiet fear of disappointing him. The realization sent a pang through him, a reminder of how much trust she had placed in him and how fragile that trust was.
âItâs your decision,â he said softly, stepping closer, his tone warm and reassuring. âWhatever it is, it will never disappoint me.â
The sincerity in his voice seemed to settle over her like a calming blanket. Still, she couldnât meet his gaze. Instead, her eyes dropped to the floor, focusing on their feetâthe stark contrast between her bare toes and the polished leather of his tuxedo shoes. The image felt oddly symbolic to her: vulnerable and exposed next to his commanding presence.
Her breath wavered as she shook her head, the gesture small and hesitant. She forced herself to speak, her voice trembling but audible. âNo,â she said, her tone heavy with a mix of shame and relief, as though the simple act of voicing her refusal felt like an act of rebellion against her own self-doubt.
Spencer tilted his head slightly, studying her with those sharp, thoughtful eyes. âThank you for telling me,â he said gently, his lips curling into a faint, approving smile. âYou donât need to feel ashamed for setting a boundary. Thatâs exactly what I want you to do.â
Her shoulders eased slightly at his words, her breathing evening out. At that moment, she realized that he wasnât disappointedâfar from it. If anything, he seemed pleased that she had trusted him enough to speak her mind.
Spencer reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face with a touch so tender it made her heartache. âYouâre doing perfectly,â he murmured, his voice like a balm against her lingering doubts. âThis is about you, not me. Always.â
And for the first time since sheâd stepped into this world of uncharted sensations, she began to believe it.
Spencerâs fingers moved deliberately, brushing lightly against the curve of her hip. His touch was soft, almost featherlike, the kind of teasing that sent shivers skittering across her skin. He wasnât rushing; this was about exploration, about seeing how her body reacted to him, how far she would let herself go.
Her breath hitched, and a quiet, involuntary giggle slipped past her lips. âThat tickles,â she whispered, her voice barely audible, tinged with both embarrassment and restraint. She didnât want to pull away, didnât want to break the moment or risk displeasing him. But her body betrayed her, shifting slightly out of instinct, as if it had a mind of its own.
Spencerâs hand stilled for a moment, and then he withdrew, his touch trailing away from her hip. Her heart sank at the loss, but before she could fully register the absence, his fingers were under her chin, tilting her face upward.
The movement was firm yet careful, guiding her gaze to meet his. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist and her knees feel weak. There was no need for him to speak; the demand in his expression was unmistakable.
She swallowed hard, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Somehow, she already knew what he wanted, what he was waiting for. Her voice came out as a breathy whisper, soft but resolute. âYes, you can touch me.â
Her words hung in the air like a confession, and Spencerâs lips curled into the faintest of smiles, one that didnât quite reach his eyes. It wasnât a grin of triumph but of satisfactionâa confirmation that she was willing to give herself to him, step by step, in her own time.
He leaned in slightly, his hand still resting lightly under her chin, his thumb brushing against her jaw. âGood girl,â he murmured, his voice low and smooth, a reward in itself. The praise sent warmth flooding through her, melting away the last of her hesitation.
Spencerâs hand moved again, slow and deliberate, tracing her skin with the kind of care that left no doubtâthis wasnât just about control. It was about connection, about her trusting him enough to let him take the lead.
Spencer moved slowly, his touch deliberate and teasing, each contact designed to heighten the ache, the need growing in both of them. He knew how badly she wanted him to touch her, how much she would beg for it if he pushed her to that point. And yet, he was patient, letting the anticipation simmer, knowing that the slow build-up would make the moment more intense when it finally arrived.
He started at her cuffed wrists, his fingers trailing softly over the restraints. His touch was tender at first as if savoring the sensation of her restrained form. Slowly, his hands moved lower, tracing the line of her forearm, and the soft skin of her upper arm, each motion lingering longer than necessary. The gentle caress was almost maddeningâhe could feel the tension in her body, how her muscles tightened, waiting for the next move.
When his fingers reached her shoulder, he paused, deliberately drawing out the moment. Her breath hitched in anticipation, her body tensing as she prepared herself for the next step, expecting him to move downward, to give her the relief she craved. But Spencer, ever the tease, left her waiting. He chose to wait just a little longer, knowing that the suspense would make her feel every second of it.
Instead, his fingers danced across her shoulder, up her neck, tracing the curve with a soft, almost reverent touch. Her skin shivered under his fingertips as his hand moved slowly to her face, cupping her chin gently but with authority, guiding her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were dark, almost cold, as he took her in. He studied her carefully, noting the way the microfit shorts clung to her body, and how they outlined the contours of her hips and thighs. He could see the way her breasts stood out, her nipples hard against the chill of the room, a soft flush of color on her skin. Her stomach, ever so slightly bloated from the meal earlier, gave her an endearing vulnerability that only added to the beauty of the moment.
She was perfect to him. Every detail, every inch of her body, was etched into his mind. And as he looked at her, he couldnât help but wish that she could see herself the way he saw herâvulnerable, beautiful, and entirely his in this moment.
The silence between them stretched, thick with desire and the tension of what was to come. Spencerâs fingers lingered on her face, tracing her jawline, his thumb lightly brushing her lips. He didnât need to say anything. His touch spoke volumesâhe knew she was waiting for him to give her what she needed. But for now, he wanted to make her wait just a little longer, drawing out the ache until she couldnât take it anymore.Â
As Spencerâs thumb grazed across her lips, a gentle shudder ran through her body. She couldnât help herself, the desire bubbling up inside her, compelling her to lean forward and softly kiss the pad of his thumb. She longed for moreâwanted to kiss him fullyâbut the cuffs that bound her to the ceiling kept her restrained, her arms stretched above her head, leaving her helpless in the moment. Still, the kiss she gave him, so subtle, was enough to send a shiver of satisfaction down Spencerâs spine. It was a silent reassurance to him, a sign that she trusted him completely, even in this position.
âTell me what you want, Darling,â Spencerâs voice broke the silence, low and commanding, yet there was a softness to it that matched his intent. He wanted her to be brave enough to voice her desires, to speak up if she needed something, to never feel as though she couldnât communicate with him.
Her breath caught as she swallowed, taking in the weight of his words. There was no hesitation now, only the quiet realization of how far she had come in this moment. âA kiss? Please,â she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She reminded herself of the rules she had read about submissivesâabout the importance of politeness, of asking for what they wanted with respect.
Spencer smirked, amused and pleased by her request, the politeness of her words making the moment all the more enticing. He moved toward her, bending down to her height with a teasing, almost taunting air. The position she was inâher arms bound to the ceiling, her feet barely able to touch the groundâmade her feel both vulnerable and desperate for him. She had to balance precariously on her toes, her body trembling from the strain as she waited for him to make his next move.
When he leaned in, his lips capturing hers with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through her, she melted into the kiss. It was deep and consuming, full of longing, with a quiet urgency. She didnât want it to end. She couldnât. Her body responded before her mind could catch up, and her hands instinctively reached for the chain of her cuffs, her fingers gripping it tightly to ease the strain on her arms. The discomfort was sharp, but she pushed through it, lifting herself slightly off the ground. As her legs wrapped around Spencerâs muscled waist, she pressed herself against him, a quiet plea in her actions.
But Spencer was not so easily swayed. He pulled away, his lips lingering just out of reach. âAh uh. Good girls donât misbehave,â he murmured, his voice low but firm. The smirk on his lips deepened as he felt her thighs wrap around him, trapping him in place, her body pressing against his with a force that betrayed her desperation.
His hands moved to her hips, steadying her as her legs held him in place. He could feel her warmth through their clothes, the way her breath quickened with need, and it made him pause, letting the silence between them stretch. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, her every reaction amplifying the tension in the room.
For a moment, Spencer basked in the control he held over her, the way her body clung to him so desperately, her breath shallow and uneven as if she couldnât bear to let go. His dark eyes lingered on her face, taking in every flicker of emotionâthe need, the vulnerability, the surrender. She was entirely at his mercy, and he reveled in it.
But then, with deliberate care, he reached down, his strong hands firmly but gently prying her legs apart. His touch was commanding, yet never harsh, guiding her movements as he unhooked her feet from around his waist. Her thighs trembled as they released their grip, the strain and tension of holding herself up now giving way to his control.
As her feet found the ground again, Spencer softened, ensuring she landed with grace rather than force. His hands remained steady at her hips, holding her in place as her weight shifted, grounding her. The contrast between his earlier teasing dominance and the tender way he lowered her back down was enough to send a fresh wave of heat through her body.
âThere we go,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing, a faint hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. He lingered close, his presence still overwhelming, his hands resting on her hips for a moment longer before finally releasing her. The intimacy of the moment was undeniableâevery movement calculated, every gesture leaving her yearning for what he might do next.
Spencer straightened, his eyes never leaving hers, as if daring her to test him again, to see how far heâd let her go before taking back the control she had so briefly attempted to seize.
 âYou need to be punished,â Spencer said, his voice low and eerie, carrying a dark promise that sent a chill down her spine. Slowly, deliberately, he turned away from her, leaving her bound and vulnerable as he walked toward the imposing wall of floggers and tools. The soft rustle of his footsteps on the floor seemed deafening in the heavy silence of the room.
Her heart pounded as she watched him run his fingers along the neatly arranged implements, his touch dragging across the leather strands and polished handles. Each one swayed slightly at the friction of his movements, the gentle creak of leather making the air feel electric. Spencer cast a quick glance over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWhich one should I use?â he mused aloud, more to himself than her, the teasing in his tone unmistakable. His fingers hovered over one flogger before moving to another, keeping her guessing, keeping her on edge. The deliberate slowness of his movements was maddening, a calculated way to build her anticipationâor her dread.
Finally, he stopped, his hand resting on a flogger with sleek black leather strands and a braided handle that looked almost elegant in its design. His fingers curled around it as he pulled it from the wall, his eyes flicking back to her. The way he studied her, the intensity in his gaze, made her stomach churn with a mixture of fear and something else she couldnât quite name.
Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. Deep down, she knew Spencer wouldnât actually use it on her tonight. He wouldnât push her that far, not on her first time in the red room. But in that moment, her logical mind gave way to raw emotionâfear and uncertainty clawing their way to the surface.
âYellow!â she blurted out, her voice trembling as panic took over. The safe word slipped past her lips instinctively, a desperate plea for him to stop. She tugged against the cuffs in a frantic, almost futile attempt to ground herself, her mind racing as she tried to ease the discomfort that had taken hold of her.
Spencer froze instantly, his entire demeanor shifting. The teasing smirk disappeared from his face as he set the flogger down on a nearby table with a quiet thud. Without hesitation, he turned back to her, closing the distance between them in a few quick, purposeful strides.
âShh, itâs okay,â he said softly, his voice now warm and steady, a sharp contrast to the dark playfulness from moments ago. He cupped her face gently in his hands, his thumbs brushing soothing circles over her cheeks as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.
âYouâre alright,â Spencer murmured, his eyes softening as he searched hers, his concern evident. âIâve got you. Iâm not going to use it, I promise.â
Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to the tip of her nose, the gesture so gentle and intimate that it made her heart ache. His touch, his voice, everything about him in that moment was designed to bring her back to a place of safety and trust.
âYou did exactly what you were supposed to,â he reassured her, his voice calm and soothing. âYou told me how you felt, and thatâs all Iâll ever ask of you. Youâre safe with me.â
Spencer stayed close, his hands never leaving her face as he waited for her breathing to slow, for the tension in her body to ease. And when it did, when her eyes finally met his with a glimmer of trust, he smiled softly. The flogger was forgotten, left behind on the wall as Spencer refocused all his attention on her.
âI just want to be touched by you tonight, please,â she murmured, her voice trembling and fragile. She knew how it soundedâpathetic, almost desperate, as if she were bargaining with a man who held all the power, especially here in his sanctuary, his carefully curated pleasure room. But wasnât that what he wanted? For her to speak her desires, to get comfortable expressing herself in this space without fear of judgment?
Spencerâs eyes darkened at her plea, but his expression softened. âI can make that happen,â he said, his voice deep and soothing, a promise laced in every word. His fingers moved with practiced precision, brushing lightly against the waistband of her black fitness shorts. He didnât rush, didnât assume. He lingered there, his fingers barely dipping beneath the fabric, waitingâno, insistingâthat she give him permission to continue.
âYes,â she breathed, the word escaping her lips in a soft, almost inaudible whisper.
Spencerâs lips curved into the faintest of smiles before he sank to his knees before her, moving with deliberate grace. From her vantage point, cuffed and bound, the sight of him kneeling was intoxicating, his presence commanding even as he took a submissive position at her feet. His hands rested gently on her hips, and then he leaned in, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to her slightly bloated stomach.
Her breath hitched, the tenderness of the gesture catching her off guard. Slowly, Spencer hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down inch by excruciating inch. He took his time, letting the cool air brush against her exposed skin, adding to the anticipation. When the fabric finally pooled at her ankles, he left her standing there in nothing but her underwear, vulnerable and exposed.
But Spencer didnât rush to the end goal. Instead, he moved with agonizing slowness, lowering his head further as his lips ghosted over the curve of her knee. His kisses trailed upward, soft and teasing, his warm breath brushing her skin as he made his way to her inner thigh. Each kiss lingered, igniting a spark that spread through her body like wildfire.
Her body betrayed her, straining against the cuffs, her hips shifting slightly as if to draw him closer. The chains rattled softly, her quiet plea for more unmistakable. Spencer noticed, of courseâhe noticed everything.
When his lips reached the sensitive skin just below her hipbone, he paused, pressing a lingering kiss to her lower abdomen, dangerously close to the edge of her underwear. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling as the tension built.
âYou can take them off,â she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. She thought that was what he wanted, thought that her compliance would please him.
But Spencer only chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, sending another shiver through her body. His lips curled into a smirk as he tilted his head to look up at her, his dark eyes locking with hers.
âNo,â he said firmly, his voice a mix of authority and amusement. âI want you like this.â
The statement hung in the air between them, final and undeniable. It wasnât about rushing to undress her fullyâit was about savoring the moment, the anticipation, the power exchange. And in that moment, she realized that Spencer wanted her exactly as she was: bound, vulnerable, and entirely his.
As Spencer rose from his kneeling position, his hands moved with purpose. One cupped her breast, his palm warm and firm against her soft skin, while the other snaked around her waist, pulling her closer and keeping her from shifting under his touch. His fingers worked skillfully, kneading her breast with just the right pressure, his thumb brushing over her nipple in deliberate, teasing strokes. Every so often, he pinched the hardened peak, eliciting sharp gasps and soft whimpers that fueled his own satisfaction.
His other hand began its slow descent, gliding down her waist, pausing briefly to caress the curve of her hip before finally settling on the fabric covering her aching core. Spencerâs movements were slow and deliberate, his thumb pressing against her clothed clit in slow, torturous circles, testing her response.
The moment his touch found the perfect rhythm, (Y/N) couldnât help herself. Her head fell back, her lips parted in a shaky exhale as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her body strained against the cuffs, her wrists aching to be free so she could touch him, pull him closer, beg for more.
âSpence, pleaseâŚâ she whispered, her voice soft and pleading, tugging futilely on the chains above her head. âKeep going.â
Her desperation sent a thrill through Spencer, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew she wasnât in any position to demand, but something about the way she begged him stirred a dark satisfaction deep within him. His fingers continued their torment, experimenting with pressure and motion, coaxing whimpers and moans from her that only grew louder with each pass of his thumb.
But just as she began to lose herself, Spencerâs hand abruptly left her throbbing clit, the absence of his touch almost painful in its suddenness. Her whine of protest was cut short as he swiftly clamped his hand over her mouth, his eyes dark and commanding as they locked with hers.
âBe quiet,â he growled, his voice low and rough, a sharp contrast to the gentle way heâd been touching her moments before.
His dominance was unyielding, and it left her breathless. She nodded faintly against his hand, her wide eyes filled with both submission and unspoken desire. Spencerâs smirk deepened, satisfied with her obedience.
Without another word, he shifted his stance, lifting one knee between her legs. The movement was deliberate, his thigh pressing against her clothed core as he resumed the rhythm she craved. He applied just enough pressure to drive her wild, the fabric of her underwear adding a delicious friction as he moved his leg.
Pinned between the unyielding cuffs above her and Spencerâs strong, unrelenting presence, (Y/N) had no choice but to give in completely. Her muffled moans against his hand were filled with a mix of frustration and pleasure, her body trembling under his control.
Spencer leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, âYou donât get to dictate how this goes. I decide when and how you get what you want.â
The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with every passing second just how thoroughly he intended to own her tonight.
She was teetering on the edge, her body trembling as waves of pleasure built with every calculated movement Spencer made. His knee continued its agonizingly slow, circular motions against her clothed clit, and the dual sensations of his hand teasing her sensitive nipples and his other muffling her soft moans were driving her mad. Her breaths came in short, erratic gasps as her release approached, her body betraying her desperation to finally let go.
âAre you going to cum for me, sweet girl?â Spencer murmured into her ear, his voice low and smooth, sending a fresh surge of heat coursing through her. As he spoke, his lips brushed along her jawline, placing soft, deliberate kisses that only heightened her arousal.
The pet name unraveled her completely. Her head fell back, a muffled cry escaping against his hand as her body arched into him. Gathering herself, she tilted her head forward again, locking eyes with him. Her gaze was pleading, her response a breathless, trembling, âMmhm.â
Her release was seconds away, her body tightening in anticipation. But just as she was about to tumble over the edge, the unmistakable sound of his apartment door opening shattered the moment.
âSpencer! Henryâs here for your sleepover tonight!â JJâs cheerful voice rang out from the front of the apartment, oblivious to the scene she had interrupted.
Panic shot through both of them. Spencer froze for a split second, his hands and knee pulling away from her in one fluid motion. The sudden absence of his touch left her aching and unfulfilled, her body still straining against the cuffs in frustration. Their eyes met, wide and panicked, as reality crashed down on them.
âSpencer!â she whispered harshly, her voice low and urgent. âDonât leave me like this!â
But Spencer, acting on instinct and clearly rattled by JJâs unexpected arrival, turned away without a word. He moved quickly toward the door, leaving her suspended, nearly naked, and vulnerable. The lock clicked as he exited the red room, sealing her inside.
Her heart pounded, a mix of humiliation, disbelief, and residual arousal swirling in her mind. âSpencer!â she whisper-yelled again, tugging futilely at the cuffs. She tried to free herself, twisting and pulling, but the restraints held firm.
Panic bubbled up inside her as she realized the absurdity of her predicament. Left hanging in the red room, her body exposed save for her panties, she cursed herself for insisting earlier that the cuffs be tightened.
She squirmed in frustration, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The sound of distant voices from the other room filtered through the walls, a constant reminder of her helplessness.
Her mind raced as she considered her optionsâor rather, the lack of them. There was nothing to do but wait, stuck in this mortifying position, and hope Spencer would come to his senses and return before JJâor worse, Henryâwandered too far into the apartment.
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David Gaider on Morrigan, under a cut for length:
"Morrigan began, waaaay back, as a bit of Morgan le Fey (hence the Dark Ritual) mixed with Delirium from Sandman. The Delirium elements subsided into more of a weird cadence of speech as my idea of Morrigan solidified - more cynical, wanting to connect but unable to. Originally, we were looking for a Middle Eastern actress to play her, as Shoreh Aghdashloo was slated to play Flemeth and we wanted a similar sounding voice -- but it was a real struggle, and then Shoreh unfortunately had to drop out to do a movie. So suddenly we had nobody for either character! Then, one day, Caroline (our VO Director) comes in with a recording sent by a rep for Claudia Black - who hadn't done game VO back then but wanted to get into it. And it was Claudia doing a slow *beat poet* rendition of Baby Got Back. I kid you not. I was already a fan, so I lost my goddamn mind. (Yes, I still have the recording. No, you cannot have it.) Naturally, we jumped on that immediately. As I recall, this was met with resistance from higher up - they had this image of Morrigan as young, like 18 years old (no idea where this came from) and complained that Claudia sounded "too old". Them: "She sounds like she smokes three packs a day!" Me: "That's what I like about her!" Caroline and I were determined, so we pushed ahead. We had to agree to get Claudia to sound "younger", which I was dubious about. The first two sessions we asked her to pitch her voice up and it was AWFUL. Claudia had to focus on sounding "right" instead of acting. So Caroline and I did the sneaky thing, and on the third session we asked her to just... act. Use her natural voice. We loved her performance so much we had the feeling that the team would love it too and forget their nonsense. They did. My best memory of Claudia was when we first met. I'd been flown down to LA for the initial sessions to help the major DAO actors find the character "voice" and, boy, was I nervous. It didn't help that I was a huge fanboy of Claudia's and she was going to be the *first* of all the actors I'd talk to. Caroline gave me a list of rules for "how to talk to a celebrity" - top of the list: DO NOT COMPARE THEM TO OTHER ACTORS. So I meet Claudia, and I'm sweating. I think: I'll start from the beginning, right? "Well, when I started writing Morrigan, the voice in my head was Helena Bonham Carter..." Claudia gives me a look and tilts her head. "So what you're saying is... I'm a very cheap version of Helena Bonham Carter." I'm mortified. I melt. I gasp and stutter and she lets me implode for maybe 30 seconds before she throws her head back and LAUGHS. So wicked. I love her instantly and forever. For the next several days, whenever she's in the booth and I make a comment to Caroline - which she can't hear, because the booth is sound-proof - she'd say "Oh, does he want it more like Helena?" And I'd melt into the desk in renewed mortification and she'd LAUGH. This is Claudia in a nutshell. Morrigan became a real touchstone for me, the heart of DAO. Way beyond her initial inspirations. Some said "she's just an ice queen" like some I'd written (Viconia, Bastila, etc.) but such categories are very reductive, I find. She had a voice I could instantly slip into, every time, without fail. The problem, after DAO was said and done, was with how we were going to honour the Dark Ritual going forward... or, more to the point, how we *weren't* going to honour it. I wasn't willing to let her go, however, so I had to figure it out. BUT... that's a story for another day. CORRECTION: A friend reminds me that the beat poet recording Claudia did was "Smack That" and NOT "Baby Got Back", and now I need to go give it another listen just because I can."
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David Gaider: "Actually, when Shoreh's movie wrapped she came back and asked if the role was still available - her grandkids were VERY excited for her to be in a game. It wasn't, but as I recall Caroline was all "well, we have this role in ANOTHER game we're making..." Hence why she ended up in ME2." [source]
David Gaider: "Tali's accent was purely created by the actress - which made it a bit of an Issue when the time came to have more Quarians in ME2. "Do we get the actors to all try and mimic... whatever she's doing?" I'm certain Caroline could write a book about how THAT all went down." [source]
User: "I also never knew that Delerium was part of the inspiration for her (atleast in the beginning)." David Gaider: "It'd be difficult to see that now. The very first drafts were a lot more eccentric - more like Flemeth, I'd say, but times ten. The feedback I got was that she's a bit too LALALULU and I had to agree (and my idea of her was changing anyhow). So that slowly got weeded out." [source]
User: "What had you seen Claudia in that made you such a big fan already? (was it pitch black?)" David Gaider: "Originally? Farscape. Then Pitch Black, yes. I tried watching Stargate just for her, but coming in so late I kinda bounced off it." [source]
User: "My only complaint is, and has always been, why is she the straight romance when everything about her screams lesbian?" David Gaider: "I would have written it, if itâd been allowed (remember this was VERY new back then), but after all was said and done Iâm kind of glad I didnât. The friendship path I wrote for Morrigan with a female Warden is perhaps my favourite but of writing I did from back then." [source]
User: "Morrigant to me was such a fantastic character because of the way she sounded! Her introduction in DAO is iconic to me "Well, Well, what have we here?"" David Gaider: "You have NO IDEA how many takes that took. đł" [source]
User: "Claudia Black did an amazing job with every line in every game." David Gaider: "She absolutely did. It took some time for her to get her bearings, but by the end of our first few sessions I actually went back and re-wrote a bunch of lines to match Claudia's voice. She informed so much of who Morrigan became." [source]
User: "are YOU the reason we see so much morrigan after dao? (positively, she is one of my all time favourite characters)" David Gaider: "Yes and no. She was always considered, by both me and the team, to be a "face" of Dragon Age. I'd have put her in DA2 if there'd been room, but thankfully that limitation is what allowed Flemeth to grow into her own." [source]
User: "were Morrigan and Flemeth always supposed to be Chasind, and/or did the Chasind have any ties to northern Thedas in earlier drafts of the character? The Chasind are universally depicted with dark skin except for Morrigan and Flemeth." David Gaider: "I don't think we had a very clear idea of the Chasind in general back then - they kind of got abandoned as a concept once we cut the Human Barbarian origin for DAO, and were only picked up again later." [source]
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Simple Columbarium Niche
DOWNLOAD - end of post
âŹď¸multi-pics belowâ ď¸âŹď¸
âŹď¸2 types of niches: No portrait - Base Game || With portrait - Life & Death pack needed. Each type comes with two style: stone and marble. The marble ones have a more reflective texture.
âŹď¸This is how the portrait will look like for the Life & Death ones
đšthe niches are all in simlish because (a) I don't know what names to put, (b) I don't want to accidentally naming anyone... đšThe names are mostly (a) variations of the word "Hamster", (b) Hajsdhjsaiwhd << random typos, (c) variations of the names of the characters from Game of Thrones... đšThe Epitaph (longer texts) on the niches are phrases from the song "Oh Danny Boy" and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone", or copies of the generated Epitaph from the game
âŹď¸there are blank ones available, also PSD files will be provided for inputting your own texts. Instruction and details further down this post.
HOW THIS WORKS:
âŹď¸both Base Game and L&D niches will start like this when clicked on. The "Assigned to" option will only appear if (1) someone a sim knows has passed away AND (2) a ghost sim cannot assign themselves
âŹď¸if a sim or ghost sim doesn't know anyone who has passed, only this option will appear
âŹď¸the "Assigned To" option will lead to this window where you may assign the niche to anyone that your sims has met and is deceased. The deceased sim could be a playable or non-playable ghost.
âŹď¸the default epitaph is "R.I.P" for both Base Game and L&D niches.
âŹď¸before assigning any epitaph, these are the available options for both Base Game and L&D niches.
âŹď¸Engrave epitaph â ď¸any sim can manually engrave epitaph to any assigned niche.
âŹď¸new epitaph will be shown.
âŹď¸new options will also appear. NOTE: for the base game - no portrait niches: the red interactions will not appear. But if you have the Life & Death pack and downloaded the base game niches, the red interactions will appear.
âŹď¸if you leave the epitaph blank then select "Read Epitaph", the epitaph will automatically becomes the object's description
â ď¸A FEW IMPORTANT NOTES:
once a niche is assigned to a sim, it cannot be un-assign. It can only be reassigned to another sim.
if a sim is deleted permanently through cheat, AND the niche that was originally assigned to them has no epitaph, then the default "R.I.P." epitaph will disappear . i.e. You cannot "Engrave Epitaph" to a deleted sim's niche, but you may reassign the niche to someone else.
on a Cemetery community lot, sims will autonomously do any of the funeral interactions with the niches and light candles. (I didn't add "light candles" to the interaction because I don't want candles to be lying around...)
â ď¸OTHER KNOWN ISSUES
for the base game - no portrait ones, sometimes a deceased sim cannot be assigned to the niche due to (a) they are currently in a situational event (b) has crossed over (c) reborn
on one occasion during early stage, a niche just gradually fade out and disappeared...I cannot recreate the situation nor did it ever happened again...
âŹď¸DOWNLOADâŹď¸:
- polycount: basegame - 16 || Life & Death - 24~36 - Base Game - No Portrait || Life and Death packed needed - With Portrait - 20 swatches
â ď¸Each file have two versions: v.(1) Niches will show when wall are down i.e. hovering midair v.(2) Niches will not show when walls are down i.e. you will have to toggle walls up to access niches interaction
â ď¸IMPORTANT: ONLY DOWNLOAD ONE VERSION EACHâ ď¸
i.e. you can have both no_portrait and with_portrait, but can only have either "show" or "not_show" each
Base Game = No Portrait [Ver.(1) - will show ] || [Ver.(2) - not show] Life & Death = With Portrait [Ver.(1) - will show ] || [Ver.(2) - not show]
[PSD files for custom niche text] ||
alt. DOWNLOAD 2
PSD FILE INSTRUCTION
đšYou will need:
any app that can edit PSD files >> recommended app: GIMP or photopea.com
Sims 4 Studio ("Star" for Windows", "Aurora" for Macs)
âŹď¸input your text, and save images as PNG files, size 1024x1024px or 512x512px
âŹď¸in Sims 4 Studio, go to the "Studio" tab and select "Add Swatch"
âŹď¸after selecting the newly added swatch, still under "Studio" tab, on the right select Texture > Diffuse and then import the new texture with your own text
đšDone ( â˘Ě Ď â˘Ě )â§
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Hello everyone! Here's the sequel for Oreos and Orange Juice (a.k.a the fluff piece with pregnant!Buck and Jee-Yun). Brought to you with extra doses of fluffiness (almot 2,000 words!) and uncle Tommy being the literal best!
Itâs almost nine when Tommy finally drags himself through the door, throwing his keys in the bowl and being instantly met by the bright laughter of Jee-Yun coming from the kitchen, followed by Evanâs excited voice as he tells her a kid-friendly version of a funny rescue they performed the other day.Â
Even though heâs exhausted from his shift, Tommy smiles. Jee-Yun is always a joy to have around, and the sweet childâs laughter echoing through the house gives him a wonderful glimpse of their future which is coming sooner and sooner.Â
âMorning, you twoâ He says softly, entering the kitchen, and both of them look at him with the same excited eager Buckley signature smile.Â
âUncle Tommy!â Jee says, throwing herself against his legs, and Tommy easily lifts her into his hip.Â
âHi, princess Jeeâ Tommy greets her while crossing the kitchen to place a quick peck on Evanâs lips, and itâs deliciously domestic. He canât wait for the day heâll do it with their own kids, one twin in each arm. âHow was your night? Did your uncle Evan let you up past your bedtime again?â He teases, and Jeeâs giggle is all the confirmation he needs.
âOnly a tiny bit, right, Jee?â Evan tells her with a wink as he slides a plate of pancakes in his direction, and Tommy could just about kiss him. He places Jee back in her chair and sits beside her.Â
Evan joins them on the table with a bottle of syrup and, for some reason, a slice of cheese over his own chocolate chip pancakes. At this point, Tommy has learned better than to comment on his cravings, so he just presses a kiss to his cheek, earning a blinding smile in return.
âSo how was your shift?â He asks Tommy, and he swallows the bite of pancake (delicious, as always; Tommy is absolutely spoiled by his husband's cooking) in his mouth before answering.
âIt was okay, nothing major; two med-evacs. What about you guys, did you have fun?â He asks, and then tenderly nudges Jee's cheek, wanting to bring her into the conversation. âDid you take care of your uncle and the babies for me?â He asks her, expecting a small giggle.Â
What he doesnât expect is the excited gasp she lets out, swallowing her bite practically unchewed.Â
âUncle Tommy, youâre never gonna believe what the babies did last night!â She says excitedly, and Tommy canât help but smile at her enthusiasm.Â
âWhat was that, princess?â He asks curiously, and she and Evan exchange a conspiratorial glance.
âThey kicked my hand!â She answers, bouncing in her seat, unable to contain her joy. âIt was just like when Kevin kicked Mama but there were two of them this time, it was so cool!â
âWait, really?! Thatâs so special, Jee!â Tommy tells her, his heart fluttering warmly in his chest as he looks at Evan for confirmation.Â
The babies hadnât kicked before; they had started moving about two weeks prior, and the doctor said kicks would probably start any time now. He knows Evan has been impatient about it, almost as if he was expecting it to be a confirmation the babies were okay.
âIt was just as we were falling asleepâ Evan tells him, his smile wide as he caresses his bump and proudly speaks of the kicks. âTheyâd been pretty quiet during the day, but I guess Jee inspired them, didnât you, Jee-bug?âÂ
âYeah! Uncle Buck said they were telling me good night!â She recalls, her smile never leaving her face until she looks at Tommy, and then it falters slightly. âOh, but! I'm sorry you weren't there, uncle Tommy! They're your babies too, I bet you wanted them to say good night to you first!â
And, well; even if Tommy is slightly disappointed to have missed it, he can't have Jee apologizing for it. He kneels down to her level, a kind smile on his face.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, darlinââ He reassures her. âThe babies will kick plenty of times, I'm sure. I'm glad they did it for the first time with you; it means they know they have the best big cousin in the world, don't they? Pretty smart babies if you ask meâ He says with a wink, and Jee's smile can light up a whole firehouse.
âYou're the best, uncle Tommy!â She throws her arms around his neck, and Tommy hugs her close to his chest for a few seconds before letting her happily return to her breakfast.
As he gets up and goes back to his own plate, Tommy glances at Evan, only to find him drying tears from his cheek. Tommy smiles teasingly at him, offering him a napkin; Evan takes it with a glare that loses all its effect because of the love in his eyes.
âI blame your children; they're making me hormonalâ He says with a wet chuckle, and Tommy chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple before sitting down.
âI blame the crying Buckley geneâ Tommy teases. âI'll bet you anything that Maddie will cry when you tell her about the babies kicking for Jeeâ
âOh, Mama will cry!â Jee pipes up, her face covered in syrup, and the two of them laugh at her certainty as Tommy bends over with a napkin to clean her face.
âSee? And she's not pregnant anymore. It's the crying Buckley geneâ Tommy reaffirms, and Evan shoves his shoulder playfully.
He chuckles and pays attention to his plate again, at least until he feels Evan's hand squeezing his. Tommy looks up to see him looking so earnestly at him that his heart skips a beat.
âI am sorry, though. That you missed itâ He says, almost pouting, and Tommy finds it so adorable that he kisses it right away (Jee coos at them, and Tommy slightly blushes).
âMe too, a little. But you had the best company for it, sweetheart. And I'm sure they'll kick plenty of times before they're out hereâ He reassures him, and then tenderly places his hand on Evan's bump. âHear that, little blobs? You kicked for Daddy and Jee-Yun, so no pressure, but if you wanna kick for Papa tooâŚâ
He keeps his hand on Evanâs bump for a while, and the three of them are silent, staring in expectation. Tommyâs about to lift his hand, making a joke about trying again at nighttime to clear the disappointment in Jeeâs eyes, when he feels it. Itâs a soft thing, almost like a tap against his hand, but itâs there. Itâs one of their babies, moving around and pressing their tiny foot against Evanâs belly, and Tommyâs feeling it. Evan gasps in delight, clearly feeling it as well (duh, Kinard, he tells himself. If he can feel it, Evan has to be feeling it at least twice as strong), and his hand joins Tommyâs over his bump.Â
âYou guys really love your Papaâs attention, huh?â He teases, softly caressing his belly. âHi, little blobs, Daddyâs glad to see youâre awakeâ He coos at his bump, and before either of them can say anything else, theyâre joined by the little force of nature that is Jee-Yun Buckley-Han, her hand looking even tinier than it is when she puts it over her unclesâ massive ones.
âThe babies are kicking again?! Theyâre saying hi to you, uncle Tommy!â She says excitedly, and Tommy feels the kick again, two this time, one beside the other, almost as if one twin is nudging the other to also say hi to their expectant family.Â
âAnd to you, Jee. I keep telling you, they already love their big cousinâ He tells her, and Jee presses a soft kiss to Evanâs belly.Â
âI love you too, babies. When youâre out here, Iâll teach you lots of fun things, I promise!â She says excitedly, and Tommy doesnât doubt it for a second. Apparently, neither does Evan.Â
âTheyâll be so lucky to have you, Jeeâ He whispers to her. âJust like I was lucky to have your Mama when I was a kidâ
As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Tommy reluctantly excuses himself to open it, but smiles when he sees Maddie on the other side. She pulls him into a hug, her usual way of greeting him by now, and Tommy canât deny that he loves how she basically adopted him as her brother too. He grew up an only child, desperately wishing for a sister like Maddie; it feels good to have one now.Â
âHey! I was just going home from work and thought Iâd pick up my little nuisance. She wasnât too much trouble, was she?â Maddie asks, and Tommy closes the door behind them as she comes in.Â
âNone at all; in fact, sheâs been a great help. Come see for yourselfâ He invites, and Maddie raises an eyebrow, but follows him into the kitchen. âJee, look whoâs here for you, princessâ He announces, and both Jee and Evan look up, but this once, the little girl makes no move to run to her mother.Â
âMama! Come here! The babies are kicking! Theyâre saying hi!â She tells Maddie excitedly, and Tommy chuckles at how eagerly Maddie kneels down by Evanâs chair, her hands resting against her brotherâs bump. âUncle Tommy says theyâre smart and know Iâm the best big cousin, so they have to know youâre the best auntie too!â Her logic is sound, and Maddie sends Tommy a grateful look that has him blushing and rubbing his neck awkwardly.
âHi, blobsâ She says affectionately, and Tommyâs pretty proud of himself that the nickname stuck (heâs sure Evan isnât). âItâs your auntie Maddie! Can you say hi? No pressure, though, I just thought-â
Tommy can tell the exact moment the babies respond to her voice, because both her and Evan gasp. They look at each other in that infuriating way of theirs, where it seems they hold an entire conversation through their gaze. Tommy may not know what theyâre saying to each other, but he knows itâs only a matter of time before they get emotional. And⌠yeah, sure thing, before long both of them have tears running down their faces.Â
And damn, heâs starting to think Buckley genes are contagious, because he has to dry his own eyes at the sight in front of him. This is bigger than him, Evan and their twins: it's family, like the ones from commercials or Hallmark movies, and Tommy never dreamt he could find himself in one of those.
Heâs ridiculously happy that his children will be born surrounded by this much love. They have two doting parents, an honorary grandpa (Bobby's own words, and yes, Evan cried when he said it), a horde of very lovingly aunts and uncles, , and the most special big cousin in the world in Jee-Yun (not to mention Kevin and their other bunch of cousins, like Christopher, who texts Tommy at least twice a week to make sure heâs âtaking care of Buck rightâ and hangs out at their place at least twice more, wanting to make sure his Buck is okay). It's love, and caring, and what else could he wish for his little blobs?
Yeah, Tommy thinks; if thereâs anything in the world worth shedding some tears for, this is certainly it.
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â ⢠POINT OF CONTENTION : YOU.
á°.á : why are you on a coffee date with jay? i thought you guys were the biggest rivals, no?
pairing! politicalsciencemajor!jay x politicalsciencemajor!reader | wc. 0.7k | warnings: attempted humour (failed), prob kinda cringe, inaccurate university stuff (im so sorry iâve never been in uni) EN-
đď¸ : jay's version!! political science suits him so well, don't you think? also this became a debate fic for some reason⌠but i hope you guys enjoy ~ jake version is next ^^
political science is such a jay subject
someone says political science i think of jay
you first met jay at a debate club at your university
when you first saw him you thought "hmm, typical political science major with not-so-typical sharp jawline"
tbh you just saw him as competition he better get tf out of your way you're at university to get the best grades and graduate on top like you did for middle school and high school
you hated how jay was always at top
you admired him but hated him at the same time can he please fumble for once?
jay also sees competition when he sees you except the competition is a hot twenty year old girl with silver glasses and an immaculate fashion taste
but competition nonetheless
so one day you guys are having a debate about some political shit
you're even more competitive than usual
political science is YOUR major so YOU have to win
but guess what
your opponent is no another than jay himself
both of you are absolutely determined to win the debate
like bitch there's fire in your eyes you have to beat this man
heâs on the positive side and youâre on the negative so you think youâre completely cooked
but guess what gang
you won.
you just kind of stand there wondering wtf just happened until reality comes crashing down
you just beat jay, and he's the best political science student the school has.
you spent like 922929485 minutes making jayâs life hell for his loss before leaving the room in a very good mood.
and let me tell you
jay is down bad.
he just saw you give the most scrumptious, delicious, yummy argument to counter his equally scrumptious, delicious, yummy argument
nobody has ever beaten him like that before.
EVER.
but you did.
and that's very hot of you.
tbh the debate was a very close call
jay's arguments were sharper than his jawline and that's saying something (moment of appreciation for his 90 degrees jawline)
you're part impressed, part annoyed and part determined.
you NEED to beat him in the next debate as well
you're practically drooling when you think about beating him in the next coming debate as well
perhaps you're also drooling over jay but you'd never admit that
you just gaslight yourself into thinking that it's just begrudged admiration that's making you feel this way
you spend the next week researching the new topic for the debate you're going to have with jay to ensure that you'll be able to counter every single argument he throws at you
you don't know whether you're on the positive side of negative yet BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER YOU'LL JUST RESEARCH IT ALL
you like to study in that one little spot at the library but turns out jay also conveniently really likes that spot
you wake up ten minutes early everyday to get there before him
you're basically running on caffeine and caffeine only the whole week trying to juggle the preparations for the debate and lectures
somebody keeps leaving you a cup black coffee, your favourite, on your morning lecture tables
you don't know what's going on and why someone's giving you free beverages buttt free coffee, right?
idk if you're just oblivious or stupid or denying the truth
maybe all three because how tf are you not connecting the dots?
the debate.
jay.
the coffee.
when the next debate finally comes, you sit down across jay with your COLOUR ORGANISED flashcards and notes
you don't even have to look at them
jay's also been preparing as well, so it's a very tough debate
both of you shooting one argument after another BUT GUESS WHO WON
you. ACADEMIC QUEEN FRFR
you celebrate by another session of rubbing your victory into jay's too-hot-for-his-own-good face but you're aware that the debate was practically a draw
you both did so good it's actually crazy
the next day, you come to another cup of black coffee sitting at your lecture table except it has a little note saying
"nice debate yesterday. you wanna go out together tonight? - jay"
of course you say yes I MEAN LOOK AT THIS MAN HOLY SHIT
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BURN AFTER READING. đđŹ
i have never made a post with this title before, but i have shared some cpn/speculation that deserve to be burned after reading. lol. this term is often used by cpfs for a candy or info related to the boys that may be âdangerousâ â so you have to get rid of it after reading. but for my version of it, letâs describe it as something that is a level up from galaxy brain cpn. itâs the kind of cpn you will think twice or thrice before making up your mind about. đŤ
we have (2) topics here and just a disclaimer that i am not confirming anything here. this content is for cpf only. donât take it seriously!
(1) Who is An Huibo ĺŽć
§ĺ?
fans noticed that there was a âstand inâ credited for the we and life of us music videos and that is this person. think of it as a body double. it makes sense cause aside from that scene in WE, there are times that xzâs figure is against a backdrop so maybe they needed someone to do that. the clowning began when people were thinking about, what if the other xz in WE mv is actually WYB âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸
i can think of a couple of different reasons why this could be false but the strongest explanation for me is that xz will not allow wyb to so something like this. he is very superstitious. even if this is just acting, he will not allow them to act out a scene of betrayal. that for me is enough to shut this all down. but on the flipside, maybe wyb wanted him (xz) to play his first villain role opposite him in this music video.
now we have the reasons why fans think this is something worth looking at:
1. XZ and this An Huibo are the only 2 credited actors for both MVs. so it seems kinda special.
2. The director of this is LIN, the same one who directed WYBâs redmi advertisement. There are some CPNs both were made at the same studio. Which makes sense cause LIN has his own shooting studio. There is another separate CPN about this but the gist is we think this director is familiar with both of them. So XZ may be comfortable enough to bring WYB along and even include him in the video.
3. It may not be WYB himself, but he used that name to troll us. Itâs so close, Huibo. Yibo.
4. I saw this explanation as well:
If "Anhuibo" is read according to the French transliteration as An Huibo, it would approximately read:
[ĂŁ Ńi bÉ]
¡ã: similar to "ang";
¡qi: similar to "wei" in Chinese, but lighter and soft;
¡bo: similar to "wave", slightly shorter.
5. As a CPF, itâs so easy for our alarm bells to ring if you read that name. An alias of sorts for Bobo. some are saying he used this kind of jumbled name to combat the bad aura of their scene together. Since he is superstitious, this removes yiboâs name and identity as the stand in who stabbed XZâs character. if that makes sense.
maybe we will know more when they release the behind the scenes video. that is if they show who this stand in is. letâs add this to the bjyx clowning vault in the meantime.
(2) XZ look-alike in the recent GRA
i was talking to @rainbowsky about this and my initial reaction was, cpn aside, iâm surprised at how people notice these things! which i actually should be used to considering turtleâs attention to detail, but still!
so here is the âevidenceâ
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like all other turtles, iâm someone who has stared at tons of photos of XZ. so i can totally understand why people would look twice at this person. i get i. i was staring at this photo for so long as well. however most of the cpfs comment on this is against this candy and they have valid reasons:
1. Why would he attend and be in the audience? XZ is someone lowkey so if he was there to accompany WYB, he will be backstage. Yes he is brave, but not like this â which seems almost careless.
2. There are names on the chair, so itâs not like anyone can just sit there casually.
3. Even if you believe in the probability, CPFs donât wanna talk much about it cause it can be anti material. Saying XZ has to hide and canât show his face in GRA. or why is he even there incognito when he doesnât even have a project nominated. You all know how it goes, antis can twist the narrative. Plus we donât want to accidentally expose them if this was true. We should not observe too much and post about it cause it will make it harder for them to do something similar in the future.
4. How did this person go unnoticed? Everyone had to get inside the security and there are cameras everywhere. He should have removed his cap and mask which â itâs impossible for someone to not notice XZ ( or is it? ). another thing is maybe he went to a diff entrance??
5. Some are washing it and saying itâs Yiboâs MUA.
Please take that last point i mentioned and carry it over to the reason why this look alike is sus. People are able to confirm that this is not WYBâs MUA because he was wearing a different cap. Even the hair and daresay the ears are not the same. and why would a MUA even be there? If WYB needs touch ups then they should do it backstage. If for some reason it has to be while the broadcast and recording was not on or was on a break, he should not sit there and act like a guest.
Yiboâs MUA, Wang Yiduo has been with him for years. He has years of experience being around celebrities and attending these events before WYB. So he knows the decorum. He will not sit there and act like a guest just because he feels like it.
Iâm curious too, who is this person who can walk inâ in an event filled with people that are dressed up and then come in with a mask and casual clothes. To be allowed to sit there. Who is special enough? Probably a celebrity? and thatâs why some think it could be XZ. Even the staff and assistants during the event are dressed up which made this person stand out. As for the CPN explanation, itâs nice to think that XZ is so proud of Yiboâs nomination that he has to be there. He will find a way to be in the audience and witness this special moment. đ
I think this can easily be analyzed more if we have the video but i donât have time to rewatch the whole GRA and wait for this cut. Cause i wanna know if itâs even there, thatâs how much we question things here! 𤣠Itâs so sus to me that we only have the screenshots and no video when CPFs are notorious for having concrete evidence. personally, it reminds me of the SDC3 incident but this one is still pretty outrageous considering it is a public event.
take what you want with this information. and as always, when it comes to BJYX: âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸
sources: one/ two
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đď¸â¤ evil!Ford x reader
author note: okay im sorry for post spamming but this idea been sitting in my mind for too long and I had to write smth about it, would be glad to read your opinion on that Ford x reader dynamic!^^
so this is a bit of an au situation where evil!Ford is working with Bill now. in this version, reader is Fordâs former ex partner, someone who used to be close enough to him to know his work better than anyone else, including the equation Bill wanted from Ford in canon. Although here Ford doesnât know the equation anymore, but you do
Youâre trapped.
The chair beneath you creaks when you try to move, your wrists aching from the coldness of the handcuffs that keep your hands pinned behind your back. Your breathing is shallow from fighting, your throat feels dry from screaming, but you keep your head high. Defiance in your eyes, even as Stanfordâs gaze burns holes through you.
He sits across from you with his legs spread wide and his elbows resting on his thighs, watching you. You squint, noticing a little glow of that infernal symbol on his wrist. Billâs mark, his new goddamn religion.Â
âYouâre only making this harder for yourself, darling.â
You donât answer, you wonât give him the satisfaction.
Ford leans back in his chair, tilting his head as his eyes drag slowly over you. âStill playing the martyr, i see,â he drawls, unable to hold sarcastic laugh. âyou always did have a flair for the dramatic.â
âFuck you,â you spit.
âOh, but, sweetheart,â he says, standing now. âyou donât get it, do you? you canât win this.â
âYou think youâre protecting them,â Stanford continues. âStanley, the twins. You think theyâll thank you for this? For your stubbornness?â
âYou wonât touch them.â you answer through clenched teeth.Â
Ford crosses the room in a few strides, towering over you now and it feels like his shadow is swallowing you whole. His hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing your face upward to look at him and you donât recognise him, instead of your Ford, itâs a shadow of a man whoâs sold his soul, body and mind, to something far worse than the nightmares youâre used to. Ford digs his fingers into your skin.
âJust tell me the equation, thatâs all i want. you give me what i need, and thisââ his eyes flick down to the cuffs, to the bruises blooming on your wrists, ââthis ends.â
âGo to hell.â
His grip only tightens, and his jaw clenches. For a moment, you think he might snap, might lose that careful control he prides himself on. But to your surprise, he lets out a low, bitter laugh, releasing your chin and pacing a step away.
âAlways so stubborn, itâs admirable, in a way. Stupid as fuck, but admirable. But we both know i can make you talk.â
Before you can react, his hand is in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. You gasp, your neck arching painfully as his face appears damn close you feel his breath against your lips. God, this is not how you imagined kissing Ford. Not after he joined Bill Cipher.
âWhatâs with that fear in your pretty eyes? I wonât bite, not unless you ask.âÂ
âFuck. . . you,â you say again, but the words sound weaker this time and you hate the fact that even after Ford Pines isnât the man you remember, you still feel attached to him.
Noticing your hesitation, Stanfordâs lips curl into a smirk, and then heâs kissing you, if you can even call it that. Ford is forceful, rough, demanding, his kiss is nothing gentle, his other hand grips your jaw to keep you in place he takes what he wants, biting your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth and he groans when you make a pathetic muffled sound.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and you swear you can taste the metal, your skin burns from how hard he squeezed it.
âI can do this all night,â Ford trails his long fingers down the side of your neck, brushing the pulse that races beneath your skin. âYouâll give in eventually. . . they always do.â
âI hate you.â but you donât believe your own words.
That truly makes Ford laugh, the way you say it so dead serious, with that cute glare when you both know itâs not like that.Â
âHate me?â he repeats in mockery, as if the very idea is absurd. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your head back to force your eyes to meet his. âIs that what you tell yourself to sleep at night, sweetheart?â
You glare up at him, biting down on the words that threaten to spill from your mouth.
âFunny. Thatâs not what my muse showed me. Not in your little head, darling.â he talks, savouring every word, enjoying your reaction as you already have panic written all over your face. âlet me tell you, in there, youâre begging for it, desperate for me to fuck you.â
Your heart slams against your ribs and the air seems to vanish from your lungs.Â
âAll those filthy little thoughts you try so hard to hide. I had no idea my ex-lab partner was such a slut?â
You feel mad and humiliated at same time, your face burns, but you clench your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
âOh, donât give me that look, sweetheart, we both know exactly where itâs gonna get you.â
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okay soâŚnot that anyone asked but i have someâŚthoughts about this discourse surrounding jackâs signing last night
and honestlyâŚ.iâm sad. iâm so insanely sad that so many people who claim to love this team are so quick to assume jack is a lost cause asshole. i think so much of it is entitlement. and yeah, as people, everyone deserve kindness and overall base level social behaviors. but where is that for jack right now?
whereâs the grace and understanding that heâs tired. they likely had a day full of practice and drills and workouts before this signing. i mean, did he even get to go home before he was expected to sit and sign autographs for hours? why was he alone? why didnât they put him with someone else? i know the answer is likely because he was the most sought after signature there and they didnât want to make his line even longer, but still. i feel like jack has been very open and intentional with the fact he doesnât like to do media. he wants to play hockey and go home.
and yeah, he also knew it came with the territory, but it doesnât matter. if you sign up to be a teacher, you know thereâs going to be early mornings, but that doesnât mean you have to like getting up early. if you agree to work in healthcare, you know thereâs going to aspects of the job that are gross and unfortunate, but it doesnât mean you have to like cleaning up bodily fluids. the same can be said for these guys. they signed up to be professional hockey players, they knew media and signings and events were going to be expected of them, but it doesnât mean they have to like it.
but back to entitlement thing. i think it has become so normalized to create personas for real people in our heads that people are quite literally unable to separate the fantasy from reality. and i mean, iâll even say i contribute to the problem. all fanfic writers do. we create these idealized and fictional versions of these men, but the ability to differentiate between the two cannot be lost in the process. but i think it has been. i think thereâs this unrealistic expectation thrust upon all of them, but especially jack.
heâs popular, heâs cutie, and heâs good at hockey. of course heâs going to have a mass following. butâŚheâs just a guy, yâall. heâs a guy that has bad days, good days, who gets tired, who has a social battery. and last night, i think that social battery had just run out. do you know how long heâs been watched and in the media? do you know how long heâs been the most watched hughes, the expectations heâs carried on him for years?
i just think there needs to be some compassion and grace here. going back to the whole âpeople pay to watch me playâ incident is a little excessive, imo. i mean, are we going to hold every single player to everything theyâve ever said in the box? does it define who they are and their character? i have not once seen anyone berate and question quinnâs character when he told someone they were âfucking nothingâ. which, if you really want to get down to it, is worse than what jack said.
but no, jack is expected to be this guy with rainbows coming out of his ass all the time, apparently. i think the concept of social cues and situational awareness has been so lost because of the screen culture right now. people do so much communication through screens and phones that they forget, people arenât always enthusiastic and bright, even if they add an exclamation point to their text. last night was not something jack chose to do of his own accord. he was told to do it, and he did it. he made sure the kids had a good time and felt cared for. he signed everything that came across his table. could he have been a little more chatty? yeah. could he have maybe smiled a bit more? yeah.
but seriously, he knew he was going to have to sign a million different items and see a million different people. the whole point of a signing is just that. if he was even remotely going to get out of there on time, thereâs no way he could have had any meaningful conversation with every single person. and i feel like heâs said before he prioritizes/likes kids? i could be wrong, so donât hold me to that.
but the point is, this whole situation is so sad and such a good example of how gossip blogs only care about getting likes and reblogs and attention. they donât care about these players, no matter how much they claim to. and people are so quick to take everything they read for fact. personally, i think jack is justâŚantisocial.
i think he has a persona on the ice because heâs in his element, heâs comfortable, and heâs excited to be there. when heâs with his family and around his friends, he seems to be an overall happy guy. but around strangers? strangers that want to talk about his stats, how he played in this game or that game, that are shoving their items in his face to sign, people that heâll likely never see again? he doesnât give too much away.
and before people mention the being snippy and short with the workers, i wasnât there so i didnât see what happened. if he was, iâm not defending that behavior, but i donât think itâs because he thinks heâs above them or thinks heâs âgodâs gift to hockeyâ like iâve seen thrown around so much today. we have all been snappy with people we shouldnât have before. it doesnât mean someone is this terrible person with a high horse attitude. i think itâs a combination of fatigue, stress, and maybe even some anxious energy that had been built up and made its way out.
anyways, iâve said enough i think, and this will be the first and only time i talk about this, but i had too many thoughts swirling in my brain to just keep them there. be nice. show grace. youâre allowed to be disappointed if you attended last night and felt like he was maybe dry and dismissive, but please step back and put yourself in his shoes. not every person has a social and yappy personality. some people donât speak unless they have something to say. and thatâs okay!!!
and for the love of god, quit giving gossip blogs what they so desperately crave
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Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin celebrating his gn s/o's birthday please?
Astarion
In truth, Astarion has never celebrated a birthday before; or at least one he can remember in the past 200 years.
He of course knows about birthdays and what people usually do. Celebrations at the local taverns on such occasions were easy to pick off justâŚnot the guest of honor. Astarion felt that would be tacky.
His gift would be something small. Memorable. A ring or necklace his love would always wear to think of him. And seeing them wear it make Astarion feel like he in turn finally has something of his own. Ending with a night of passion which, for once, he truly deeply means. Sweet words and all.
Gale
Gale would be planning for your birthday for months. Either in secret, or an attempt at keeping a secret because heâs just so excited.
He creates a new version of his Starlight incantation. One that is more reminiscent of their current living arrangements, but with hints of the forest where he first professed his love for them. A blend of the old and the new, to remember their past & look forward to the future, he said.
Besides the illusions, Gale makes them a very real dinner of their favorite meal and a cake to rival even some of the finest bakers in the Gate or the Deep. He also gives them a journal, hoping that it will be a comfort to them to write down their thoughts but also one day help with the novel on their adventures heâs going to write.
Wyll
Despite not celebrating many birthdays in recent years, Wyll actually loves them. He is of the opinion that every year, surviving, growing, and moving on in the world, should be celebrated.
The day would be spent more for quality time. Taking a (hopefully) peaceful walk. Maybe a little hunting for dinner, if they canât find a tavern on the way. Gazing up at the stars as night falls, with Wyll pointing out his favorite constellations that are only visible this time of year (and therefore must be a gift for them from the gods themselves).
His gift would be a small blade he had fashioned for them. Naming it âthe Protector of the Bladeâs Heartâ since they are Wyllâs heart and this will protect them. They also get the finest rendition of âhappy birthdayâ an aspiring bard turned adventure his lungs can handle.
+Ascended!Astarion
Once he finds out when their birthday is, never really having asked before as it was of no interest to him until now, Astarion makes great effort to have it be the most memorable birthday ever. Everyone should be celebrating when his consort graced the universe with their beauty, and they should have a party that would dwarf all others in their past; now that they are at his side.
He throws a grand ball every year. Themed, perfectly executed, nobles & dark affiliates from all over come to pay tribute to them across Faerun.
It wasnât until yearâs later that they realize that the date had slowly changed from their birthday to their ânew birthdayâ. The day they became a vampire.
First where there was one party, then two, now there is only one again for the new date.
Astarion insists, at first, that itâs just a fluke of scheduling. Too many meetings with his dark horde or aristocracy to make it work. Suddenly they are traveling during their birthday and canât do the party.
Eventually, Astarion admits that your original birthday is pointless. âWhy do you need to remember that when you have been reborn with this new life, my treasure?â And thus Astarion had successfully changed your birthday to your deathday, as it were.
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I did it - I finally did it, I made concept doodles of the different leaders
I've been meaning to do this for a while now, I've just kept forgetting to and then get distracted with much more pressing matters n shit so yk but I decided fuck it they don't need to be good so long as they just get my idea across,,, and then later on when I have the time, energy and patience to I can fully render them
These are all also leaning into who they are in my HCs, simply because I think it's kinda boring to just go "well what if we put person a in person b's body and keep everything else the exact same" like where's the nuance in that,,,
So all the same story beats still happen, just minor differences, like Tord still leaves and has the robot explode causing the damage (but different contexts now) and Tom is still possessed by the rage demon or whateva and Edd still gets powers and Matt still becomes a vampire,, they just are put in different plot points in the story
I don't like the idea of just reskinning characters, yk, if I were to change story beats for things like "instead of matt getting bitten by the vampire bite it was tord" I wouldn't want it to just be the same shit happens because Tord wouldn't react the same way to it as Matt would, yk ?? I don't wanna give the character's the others personalities, just their plot beats
But in this things stay relatively the same
Except in this Tom, in a desperation to live after failing to dismantle Tord's robot in an act of rage against Tord returning and pretending like nothing happened, makes a deal with his more demonic half and gives up part of his soul to live
Edd gets blown up trying to use Tord's robot against Tord's wishes and something something main characters can't die or whatever so he painfully finds out that his "poweredd" powers grant him a very fucked up version of immortality,,, I made it look goopy because I can and I'm madly in love with my partner and they've given me this idea so fuck them blame them if you want
Matt gets no lasting consequences for his actions because he's a vampire and they have MAD regenerative abilities, but he does still blow up but this time when him and Edd are fucking around in Tord's little office ?? whatever the hell it is he has stuffed in his room as a secondary room, yk when him and Edd are touching all those buttons they're not supposed to, that's what caused the robot to malfunction and Matt ends up getting the brunt of it - I mean so does Edd, and since this would be Tom's world that would probably why Matt and Edd's relationship grows sour since Edd got caught up in the blast too n whatnot I dunno I'm mostly spitballing here I haven't sat down and properly thought out these AUs yet so yk
take all of this with a grain of salt this is ALLLL subject to change in the future but for now this is what I have in my head for everything :p
#eddsworld#jay talk#jay draws#ew#art#fanart#digital art#doodles#concept art#ew tom#tom#ew blue leader#blue leader#mattsworld#ew edd#edd#ew green leader#green leader#tomsworld#tordsworld#ew matt#matt#ew purple leader#purple leader#tom looks a lot more purple on my drawing tablet what the eff
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