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+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone you happened to share a history with.

+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 4.5k

+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, jealousy, angst, suggestive, possessive wonwoo (yum), teasing, a lot of dialogue for sure, fluff?, please lmk if i missed anything tyyyy!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

[ᝰ.ᐟ] glad you guys enjoyed part one!!! 🥹 i really appreciate the lovely comments you all left <333 i know this took forever for me to post but i swear i didn't mean to. currently writing part three as we speak so it will definitely come out within these following months or so... anyways, this wasn't proofread so please excuse any mistakes i may have made! as always, don't be scared to comment because i quite literally thrive on your guys' comments and reblogs! :)

Two weeks. Two full weeks of your torture.

Wonwoo was pretty shocked, to say the least. He wasn’t aware of the lengths you would take to ignore him. Sure, it was his fault for going off on you but he was sorry. He knew what he had said to you that day upset you, but he didn't know it was going to end up like this. And now he was at a loss, he wasn’t sure on how to navigate this 'predicament' between the two of you.

Wonwoo obviously knew that he had to apologize to you but he also knew that you needed space. Which is exactly what he did for those first few days after the ‘fight’ had occurred. He gave you space for a day or two but then, those two days turned into five... and before he knew it, two weeks had passed.

Of course, it’s not like Wonwoo didn’t try to talk to you but it was kind of difficult when you would run away at the mere sight of him. It also didn't help that any of his attempts for forgiveness were typically greeted with your indifference, it was as if you had walled yourself off completely.

To make matters worse, anytime that Wonwoo was able to see you, Hyunwoo was right by your side. It was troubling, to say the least. He couldn't quite put his finger on why the sight of you with Hyunwoo stirred such unease within him but it did and he hated it.

Out of everyone on this campus, you were giving Hyunwoo your time and attention? It just didn't make sense to Wonwoo. You barely knew the guy!

Not that he was jealous or anything but… there was something about Hyunwoo that he didn't trust. His easy 'charm' and 'magnetic' personality seemed almost too good to be true, and Wonwoo couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. He was definitely hiding something.

And so, Wonwoo found himself in limbo, caught between the regret of his past actions and the uncertainty of what would happen between him and you. He hoped for the chance to set things right, to close the gap that had formed between the two of you, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was already too late.

Until then, all he could do was wait for another opportunity.

[...]

To say that you were bored was an understatement. Ignoring Wonwoo for two weeks was beginning to take its toll on you. Life had suddenly become only about your job and classes which was... exhausting.

Granted, you did make it your life mission to ignore him any chance you were given but there was no point in dwelling on that. It was quite easy going no-contact with him considering that you didn't share any socials with him. A small part of you did occasionally miss when you would get randomly bothered by Wonwoo, it was a nice distraction from whatever you were thinking about at that moment.

Other than that...

Life was pretty uneventful if you were being honest with yourself. Your days were usually filled with school assignments and work so there wasn't anything that could help you keep your mind away from Wonwoo. And it didn't help that your friends had gone radio silent on you either.

Some might say that you were taking your pettiness too far but you couldn't help yourself! Sure, you and Wonwoo were not at the level where you could practically share everything with each other but how else were you supposed to react to his obvious injuries? Like... did he want you to just ignore his bruised face and act like everything was fine and dandy? You despised how much this whole situation still bothered you even after a few weeks had passed since it occurred.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear Wonwoo out-

"Hellooo? Yn!"

Your head snapped towards the direction where you heard your name come from. Of course, it was Hyunwoo.

"I've been calling your name like crazy! Are you deaf or something?" His voice was laced with annoyance but you could tell that he was trying to play it cool.

You don't know if it was because you were always sleep-deprived but recently, Hyunwoo had been getting on your nerves. Hyunwoo was just too clingy for your liking, always feeling the need to be around you any chance he could. It was bothersome if anything.

“Sorry I was distracted, what did you need?” You tried to sound nice but couldn't help the irritation from slipping into your tone.

Hyunwoo scoffed. "Well, I just wanted to invite you to this party on Friday." He stepped closer to you, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He continued, "I know parties aren't really your thing but... please think about it at least?"

You hesitated, your mind automatically going through your schedule. You were definitely open on Friday, but the thought of going to a party wasn't exactly appealing to you. Especially not with the current state of your social life.

You mulled over his proposition for a few seconds.

"Uh, thanks for the invite, but I think I'll pass," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor turning into one of disbelief. "Pass? Come on, yn, when was the last time you actually went out and had some fun?"

Ugh. His words hit a little too close to home. You knew he was right, but the idea of going out without knowing anyone felt daunting. You knew that there was surely something better you could do on a Friday night but a small part of you was curious about the party. Maybe you should at least check it out, that wouldn't hurt, right?

You looked at Hyunwoo and exhaled.

"Okay fine, I'll go with you," you playfully nudged his arm before continuing, "under the condition that I can leave whenever I want."

Hyunwoo couldn't help but roll his eyes and scoff at your 'terms and conditions', but he accepted it either way.

"Sure, oh and trust me, you won't want to leave, I'll make sure of that," Hyunwoo said as he looked at the time on his phone noting that he had a few minutes left. He patted your back before bidding you goodbye to attend his next class.

You weren't sure if it was you but there was something off about his reply. But before you could dwell on it further, your phone suddenly buzzed with a notification, forcing you back to reality.

[www.onwoo requested to follow you.]

Oh.

Okay, now you have a lot of questions. How did he even find you? Was it through one of your friends? Why now? God you knew this was going to eat you up for the next few hours or maybe even days.

Nevertheless, you accepted his friend request and even went as far as to add him as a friend. That should be okay, right?

You slipped your phone back into your pocket as you got closer to your class. Surely your lecture would at least help you take him off your mind.

Wrong.

When you entered the classroom you noticed that the seating arrangement had been changed. There were a few students still standing at the front who looked just as confused as you. After a few more students came to the class the professor eventually got up to address the situation.

"For those that are coming in, I have changed your assigned seats for the rest of the semester! If you look at the board you will also see that I have grouped you into pairs, and to make it convenient I have sat you with your partner so you do not have to struggle with finding them. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask me!"

Okay, this was different but not necessarily bad. You looked towards the board to see who you had been paired with and you felt your stomach drop down to the pits of Hell.

[yn | wonwoo]

If you were going to be honest you completely forgot Wonwoo was even in this class in the first place.

If there was a God out there, then they for sure failed you today. This was very unfortunate for you, but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. So you begrudgingly made your way to your assigned seat, right next to Wonwoo.

You took a quick glance over his figure noting his dark attire. There wasn't anything special about it but just seeing him in a simple black shirt and sweats was doing a lot of things to you. Why was the room hot all of a sudden?

After getting yourself situated in your seat, you felt his eyes surveying your figure. Part of you wanted to turn to see if he was actually looking at you but that would just be another win for him so you decided to keep your gaze on the board. Just focus on the lecture.

"yn." Wonwoo said in a somewhat muted tone, tapping a finger on your arm.

Well, that didn't last long.

You hated how much of an effect his voice still had on you, that deep tone always giving you goosebumps. Surprisingly, you still managed to keep your eyes on the lecture, you wanted to see how far he would go to get your attention.

Though your silence didn't amuse Wonwoo, in fact, it annoyed him. He hated not being able to annoy you, maybe even going as far as to say that he missed talking to you. Of course, he wouldn't have been in this situation had he not snapped at you that day but he was really trying to earn your forgiveness. He was willing to do anything at this point. So he leaned towards you, his cologne invading your senses. God, why did he have to smell so good?

"Can you stop ignoring me? I gave you enough space already," he said in a hushed, irritated tone.

You looked at him, trying your best to not laugh at how desperate he was beginning to sound. His usually calm and collected persona was beginning to crumble down into a hopeless mess. Feeling playful, you decided to torture him just a little bit.

"I don't think I want to, it's been kind of fun not having you around," You whispered back, turning your gaze at the board so you wouldn't have to see his reaction. Just for the fun of it, you decided to egg him on a little further, "Maybe try again later."

As you focused on the board, you could practically feel the tension radiating from Wonwoo beside you. His irritation was palpable, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to contain his frustration.

But despite your playful defiance, a small part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Maybe you were being too harsh on him, too stubborn to admit that you missed whatever you had going on with him. Deep down, you knew that ignoring Wonwoo wasn't going to solve anything, that it was only prolonging the inevitable confrontation you both needed to have.

As the lecture droned on in the background, the weight of Wonwoo's presence beside you grew heavier with each passing minute. You could sense him fidgeting in his seat, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he grappled with your stubborn silence.

Maybe it was time that you stopped pushing him away.

Finally unable to bear the tension any longer, you cleared your throat.

"Okay fine, I'll stop ignoring you but don't think that I have forgiven you yet." Your eyes lingered on his face, his cuts and bruises had noticeably healed but they were still evident.

Wonwoo's tense figure visibly relaxed at your words. Even though it was only a small step, Wonwoo felt as if he had already won the lottery.

After another hour had passed, the lecture had finally come to an end. You didn't have any plans after this so you were excited to just spend the day doing whatever. But just as you were about to slip out of your seat, Wonwoo's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait for me," he said, his voice softer than before.

Seeing Wonwoo like this was quite... weird. His demeanor towards you was a complete contrast to his usual confident self. It was kind of unnerving.

After that, Wonwoo began to gather his belongings, even going as far as gently taking your bag from your hand. He slid the bag onto his shoulder, not caring about the fact that he looked ridiculous wearing his regular backpack with your tote.

"I can carry my bag," you said as you tried reaching for it.

Wonwoo quickly moved away before you could even land a finger on your tote. "Let me carry it for you, please." His tone was sincere this time, almost pleading if anything.

With a reluctant sigh, you began to make your way out of the classroom, allowing Wonwoo to fall into step beside you as you made your way out of the lecture hall. The hallway was relatively quiet, the sounds of footsteps echoing against the tiled floor as you passed by other students.

As you walked side by side with Wonwoo, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of your thoughts.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like a physical barrier. As you rounded the corner, you stole a glance at Wonwoo, taking in the uncertainty etched into his features. It was strange to see him like this, vulnerable and unsure, but there was also something oddly endearing about it.

"What's going on? You're acting really weird right now," you finally blurted out, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

Wonwoo's steps faltered slightly at your question, his gaze flickering away before returning to meet yours. "Can't I do something nice for my friend?" he replied, his voice tinged with a tiny hint of defensiveness.

You blinked, taken aback by Wonwoo's response. "Friend?" you echoed, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. It had been weeks since you and Wonwoo had exchanged more than a few words with each other, but even before that, you weren't necessarily sure you could call him a friend. Sure you've known him for the majority of your life but that was really it, growing up your friend groups rarely interacted so it's not like you actually knew anything about him. He just always happened to be there.

Did he seriously consider you as a friend?

Wonwoo's steps came to an abrupt stop, he shifted uncomfortably beside you, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet yours. "Well, yeah. I mean, aren't we?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

The question hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications and unresolved tension. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, searching for the right words to express the swirling thoughts and emotions that churned within you.

"I don't know, Wonwoo," you finally admitted, your voice quiet but resolute. "I get that we've known each other for a long time but... I wouldn't exactly call us friends."

His face flashed a hint of hurt before he looked away from you. The silence following between the two of you was almost suffocating.

"That's fair I guess." His voice returned to that stoic tone that you had grown accustomed to.

Wonwoo's response hung in the air for a second, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. You could feel the weight of his disappointment pressing down on you, mingling with your own sense of unease.

"I didn't mean it like that," you interjected hastily, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's just... weird you know? We've been around each other for so long but I don't know anything about you and you don't know anything about me."

His gaze remained fixed on the ground, his expression unreadable. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the footsteps of the people passing by. "But we can always change that." Wonwoo was now completely looking at you, his gaze filled with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

He continued, "Look, I'm sorry I spoke to you that way. I was really irritated by what had happened but I figured that being with you would put me in a better mood," he paused for a second, "I know that it was unfair of me to do that to you and I'll make sure that it won't happen again." Wonwoo's eyes were soft and sincere as he spoke to you.

It was shocking in a way, seeing how vulnerable he was being with you. For someone who usually displayed himself on the 'cooler' side, he really did know how to be genuine with you.

It was also overwhelming. Everything about this felt too intimate for you. From the way Wonwoo was looking at you to the way he voiced out his apology; it was just too much for you.

You had to do something.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to accept his apology, it was about time anyway.

"Okay, fine. I get it, we all have our off days," turning to face his side, you made a playful jab into his ribs, "but if you ever do anything like that again I will kill you." You tried your best to maintain a somewhat serious face but couldn't help but let out a giggle as soon as you saw Wonwoo squirm from your touch.

And just like that, the tension that had once felt suffocating was now gone, as if it had never been there in the first place; or at least so you thought.

What you didn't know was that Wonwoo was completely aware of your little diversion tactic. He noticed the subtle shift in your eyes while he was apologizing to you, he just chose not to say anything. But he'll play along at least for now.

“So…are we officially back to being besties?” Wonwoo decided to say teasingly, his eyes looking at you expectantly.

You stare at him momentarily with an unimpressed look before breaking into a smile. Although you've known Wonwoo for a while, you would have never thought he could joke around like this, especially with you.

And well... it wouldn't hurt if you played with him a little more.

“I’ll say yes if you buy me a smoothie from the stand over there.” You pointed toward the barely visible smoothie stand that was parked a bit farther from the window where you and Wonwoo stood.

It was the same smoothie spot from a few weeks ago only this time they were in a small cart. Although they did have their own shop near the area, the owners would occasionally bring a little cart around the campus to help bring more people in.

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle before asking you, "Do you want the same thing from last time?”

Last time? There was absolutely no way that he was talking about your order from two weeks ago.

You quirked your eyebrow up at him, "…And just how sure are you that you remember my order?"

Okay, to be fair, it's not like you had a complicated order, but it would be surprising if Wonwoo was able to remember it considering that he only heard you order that smoothie once.

Wonwoo looked over to you once again, a small smirk taking over his features. "I'll have you know that it also happens to be my favorite so don't get too excited now," he said in a provocative tone.

Ugh, he was so annoying.

Before you could give his response any more thought Wonwoo had wordlessly started walking toward the smoothie stand, effectively leaving you behind. But rather than following him all the way to the stand you decided to find seating, preferably under the shade. It's been getting hot, you noticed it's especially true when Wonwoo is around.

After finding a spot under the shade you begin to mindlessly scroll on your phone. It wasn't too long after you sat down that a notification got a hold of your attention.

[www.onwoo wants to send you a message.]

Oh god. What did he possibly want now?

[www.onwoo] why didn't you come with me? :(

Before accepting his message request you glanced over to the smoothie stand, the line was pretty long now but Wonwoo had made it just in time to get his order in before the rush. As you were looking at him, he turned his gaze toward you making you immediately look back down on your phone.

[you] it's only a one-man job. also you look ridiculous with my bag.

Wonwoo softly scoffed at your message and looked in your direction. You weren't looking at him anymore but he was still able to see a small smile on your face.

[www.onwoo] i'll have you know that i already had 3 girls compliment me on the bag 😼

You rolled your eyes before shooting back a reply.

[you] i have immaculate taste that's why.

A few chat bubbles popped in and out before they eventually disappeared altogether. It wasn't long after that you heard footsteps quickly making their way toward you.

Just as you lifted your head upwards you heard Wonwoo's confident voice announce his arrival.

“One large smoothie for my little birdy.” He smiled as he spoke, knowing that you absolutely despised that nickname.

You squinted at him in disapproval, “And here I thought that nickname was officially gone for good.”

Wonwoo chuckled at that. He then proceeded to take a sip of your smoothie before officially handing it off to you.

You stayed frozen for a second before grabbing the smoothie and wiping the straw with your shirt.

Absolutely no indirect kisses will be occurring today.

Getting up from your spot, you begin to mindlessly walk toward the closest pathway near you, the weather is pretty nice today. After a few steps, you turned around to see a rather puzzled Wonwoo looking back at you but he still followed nonetheless.

“You’re a little too chirpy today… what happened to the oh-so-serious biker? Hmm?” You playfully poked at him as you said it, enjoying the sweet flavor of the smoothie he had gotten for you.

Wonwoo scoffed softly, holding back his laugh, “He’s still here, he just happens to be in a good mood now that his little birdy is talking to him again.”

But before you can even think of a snarky response Wonwoo continued.

“But if that’s what you’re into then I can always play the part for you,” he said with a smirk, his words smothered in arrogance.

You scoffed, amused by the implication he made. “Ew it’s definitely not like that.”

“Oh, but it can be.” Wonwoo moved closer to you, effectively closing the space between you both. His cologne invaded your senses once again; this time, it was proving much more difficult for you to escape from his grasp. His gaze was unwavering as he looked at your face or to be more exact, your lips.

After what felt like an eternity, Wonwoo finally pulled himself away from you. He smirked at the very flustered state that he had just left you in. It was clear that there was a mutual attraction between the two of you, an attraction you were trying to reject.

It was a challenge that Wonwoo was more than ready to handle.

You cleared your throat, "As fun as it was hanging out after class... I think that it's about time for me to head back home," you said as you recomposed yourself.

Technically speaking, there wasn't anything waiting for you back at your place but you felt that if you stayed a second longer things would definitely escalate between the two of you.

And again, your little stunt didn't go unnoticed by Wonwoo but he also wasn't surprised, if anything, he expected you to pull away like this. That was one of the first things he had noticed when he initially started talking to you, always leaving before things could really develop. It was cute in a way, but he was eventually going to get you out of your shell, it was only a matter of when.

Wonwoo faintly smiled to himself, “Okay but before I let you go, we should come up with a day to start our project together.”

Fuck. You forgot about that.

He continued, “How about this Friday? I have nothing going on that day.” Wonwoo's eyes landed on your figure as you went on your phone to check your work schedule for the upcoming week.

“Ugh, I have to go out with Hyunwoo that day,” you said just as your eyes landed on Sunday, it was completely open.

“…but how about this Sunday? I don’t work that day.” You looked up toward Wonwoo's eyes, hopeful that it could work out.

A million thoughts raced through Wonwoo's head. You're going out with Hyunwoo? Like as in a date or...? No, he has to stay composed.

“That works for me,” he mumbled, his gaze went toward the ground, kicking a few pebbles before looking at you once again, “but what’s going on with you and Hyunwoo?”

You couldn't help but laugh at Wonwoo's question which earned you a scowl from him. God, you were going to have so much fun with this.

“Why do you ask?” This was the perfect opportunity to get back at Wonwoo for teasing you earlier so like the tease that you are, you decided to play dumb with him. “Are you perhaps… jealous?” You said with a loud gasp as a way to rile him up, your hands flying to your mouth for dramatic effect.

You continued, "Don't worry Hyunwoo is just a boy who also happens to be my friend." Wonwoo's face physically hardened at the idea of Hyunwoo being your boyfriend. He knew that you saw him on a regular basis but he had yet to see any real signs that you were actually dating him.

Patting his back in a comforting manner you then explained, "Relax, don't get your panties in a twist. If you have to know, Hyunwoo is just a friend." While it was fun teasing him you most certainly did not want him to get the wrong idea about you and Hyunwoo.

"But if I'm being honest it was kind of fun bullying you, I should do that more often." It couldn't be helped! You just had to add that last part.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Oh wow, who knew you were a sadist.” His tone was playful, an evil grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he played along with your banter.

Your jaw dropped at his comment, huffing out a loud, “Wonwoo!”

He raised his hands up in a surrender, “I'm kidding! I'm kidding… or maybe not.” Which then earned him a slap on his bicep.

“You truly are shameless,” you muttered out loud for him to hear.

By this point, Wonwoo had taken the lead as the two of you walked away from the courtyard. It was only until you were at the school's parking lot that you realized that he had purposely taken you here.

There was a beat of silence before Wonwoo let out a soft sigh. "Would you look at that... my bike happens to be over there..." He nudged you in the direction of where he had parked his bike a few hours prior.

Wonwoo let out another pathetic sigh, "It would be rude of me to just let you walk back home you know?" This time he grabbed a hold of your hand as he led you directly in front of his bike.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head at the implication that he just made. There's absolutely no way that you are getting on his bike.

"Uh... I'm not so sure this is a good idea Won-"

Wonwoo shushes you and hands you a spare helmet, a shit-eating grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

"Just trust me," he says as he slides your tote inside his backpack, "that should hold everything in place." Wonwoo then handed the backpack to you, waiting for you to put it on, his eyes landing on your terrified figure.

This was going to be fun.

Part Three: Coming Soon…

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Si tú me quisieras

(If you loved me)

Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k

“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello

Warning: Friends to lovers | Sappy | angst and fluff (?) | mentions of sex | fighting | a bit of aggressive Mike

notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)

Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.

You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”

Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"

Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."

Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"

Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.

“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I guess.” You shrugged.

You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?

“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”

"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.

Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."

He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.

“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”

Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.

“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”

…

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.

The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."

A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.

"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.

Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.

As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.

"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.

Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.

The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.

Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.

Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.

As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.

…

To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.

Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.

Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.

"My fucking god. Can you drive?"

Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.

His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.

Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"

Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.

Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.

"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"

The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.

"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.

"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.

Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"

With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."

"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."

The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.

Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.

"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.

You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.

"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.

"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.

Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.

As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.

Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪

[toppersbitch]

Just Breathe // Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: LSU Joe! Shows up at your dorm room door to comfort you

Word Count: 670

Warnings: academic burnout (please take care of yourself and don’t read this if it triggers you,  no man is worth your mental health!), fluff Joe!, unedited work

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College had never been for you, yet you still strived for high achievement. It was the second semester, the work had begun to feel pointless and never-ending. Pulling all-nighters just to finish assignments on time wasn’t giving you the adrenaline rush it used to. 

Tonight, you lay in your bed, lights off, watching the campus outside your dorm window. Your phone buzzed beside you, the screen lighting up your entire room. You silenced the call, Joe was relentless and you just wanted to be alone. You got another call, silencing it again, this time a voicemail popping up.

“Hey, I just wanted to see how you’re doing. Maybe if you wanted me to come over? We could have a movie night.”

You teared up, wiping your nose on the balled up tissue in your hand. You flipped on your side, staring at the blank wall across from you, imagining shapes. There was no sleep coming now, you didn’t deserve Joe, he was most definitely too good for you and now that’s all you would think about.

An hour later, your phone buzzed again, Joe was ringing you. This was the 10th time today, you had gone radio silent, the energy not being in you anymore.

“Y/N?” Joe spoke your name in surprise and desperation, you had finally answered.

“What Joe?” it came off ruder than you meant, startling yourself.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine Joe,” your voice was monotone.

“I know you, you’re not fine,”

“Ok,” a lump grew in your throat, no other words being able to come out. You gulped hard, tears streaming again.

“Can I come over,” 

“Mhm,” you were trying not to sob, holding your breath in hope.

“Okay, I’m almost there,” You knew Joe would already be around the corner.

Your suitemate let him in, a gentle knock coming to your room door. You didn’t answer, staying still in bed. Joe entered the room, and you held your breath, trying not to break down. You looked at him, the darkness making it hard to read his expressions. He walked carefully, setting his backpack on your floor. He sat on the bed, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. His touch sent you sobbing. 

“Oh,” Joe said with concern, he latched onto you, holding your shaky body steady. His arms encapsulated you, bringing warmth to your body again.

“What’s wrong,” he was swaying the two of you. 

“I’m pathetic,” you cried out, Joe smoothed your hair his large hands brushing over your face. You wiped your nose on the tissue, tossing it onto the floor.

“What in the world are you talking about?” His hand wiped your tears away.

“Your hands are so soft,” your voice was frail and whispered. You sobbed harder, the feeling of the wind being knocked out of you. 

“What?” he chuckled, stopping himself from laughing too hard.

“I don’t know, I’m just so tired, I’m so tired,” you repeated over and over through sobs and sniffles. 

“Okay, come on and breathe, let's just breathe for a second,” he sat you up, making you look him in the eyes. He wiped your tears away again, taking a deep breath himself, hinting for you to do the same. You followed, your shaky breaths stabilizing themselves, and you came back down. Joe’s eyes watching you intently. 

“Joe, I’m sorry I’m just so tired,” you let your hand play with his in his lap.

He nodded standing and digging through his backpack for his laptop. He opened it typed away and set it on the dresser across from your bed. You watched as Star Wars began playing, Joe coming back into bed, pulling you back to lay on his chest. 

“Just go to bed, it’s all going to be okay,” he pulled the covers over the two of you, his hand laying itself on your cheek. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, listening to Joe’s steady breathing in comparison to yours. Joe hummed in response. Safety fell over you, your eyes finally growing heavy.

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I have such a love/hate relationship with college! I am so tired and burnout but I just have to keep going...

Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this little short of fluff Joe<333

Find my other stuff HERE

[deancaspinefest]

One Drop, when What You Need is the Ocean.

Author: Baileys | Artist: sidewinder

Posting on Friday March 15

Cas disappears after leaving once again to help the angels.  With God gone, Mary defected to the British men of letters, and the other major players all on their best behaviour, Dean tries to carry on as normal, hunt the things and save the people.  But the longer time goes by without so much as a text, the more his worry spirals. Then, just when all hope is lost, like the supernatural yo-yo he is Cas is back.  Only something or someone has siphoned off grace he didn’t have to spare.  As they embark on yet another case together, it’s a race against time to stop whoever it is from finishing the job and removing Cas from Dean’s life for good.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“I thought you said no one died here?”  They both step out of the Impala, grabbing their gear from her trunk.  Dean follows Sam down the hill heading for the nearby woods lining the property.  

“I said no one’s on record dying here.” Handing Dean a shovel, he has the nerve to wink. 

Walking across the wet overgrown grass, Dean decides to spark up less work-related conversation.  “So, you speak to Eileen recently?” 

“Nope.” Sam charges ahead, “you talk to Cas?”

Dean stops dead in his tracks.  It’s not the fact Sam would equate him and Cas as the same as him and Eileen, it’s that Cas has been radio silent for ten straight days now.  “That’s not funny, man.”  He manages to get out around the lump suddenly clogging his throat.

Something of his panic must come through in his words because Sam stops walking and turns around, lips pulling tight.  “Sorry, I know you’re worried.” 

“You must be too, right?  I mean this isn’t like him.”

Another, more complex expression passes over his brother’s face and suddenly Dean doesn’t want to know what he thinks.  “I mean, I talk to Cas, but honestly, unless there’s something major going down, I don’t see a few days without contact as a big deal.”

“Ten!” He shouts.  “It’s been ten days Sam and nothing, I- I’ve sent him texts he hasn’t read, left messages he hasn’t picked up, this isn’t like him, he -”

“He’s probably just lost his phone -” Sam shrugs, placating at first but then he cuts himself off mid-sentence and stares pointedly at Dean.  “How do you know he’s not picked up his messages?”  He pauses for a response, but when Dean starts walking and keeps his head down, he draws his own conclusion.  “Oh my god, you hacked his phone!”

“I had to!”  Dean cries in outrage, waving the shovel above his head.  “Hey, don’t give me that face!  I needed to know.”

Sam does indeed give him ‘the face’, adding an eyeroll for good measure as they continue towards their vengeful spirit’s grave.  “Next, you’ll be telling me you’ve put a tracker in it too.” 

“No,” He looks quickly away, keeping a steady pace, “but you are the second he comes back.”

“Dean, I am not invading Cas’ privacy just because you’re a controlling asshole.”

“What if he agreed?”  He asks.

“I’d tell him he doesn’t have to, because I know he’ll say yes to anything you ask.”

“Oh, he would not.” 

Reaching the graveyard, Sam tugs on his arm and stops them both, making Dean face him.  “Do you know where his phone is now?”

Dean manages to feign obliviousness for all of five seconds before blurting the answer.  “Maine.  It pinged off a cell tower in Fort Foster three days ago.”

Raising his shovel and making the first indent in the soil, Sam looks over at Dean, “So we heading to Maine as soon as we’re done here?”

Dean smiles, his first real smile in ten days.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 15)

[kurosstuff]

I love your writing. Is it okay if I request Vampire!Emily x fem!angel reader headcanons? (or whatever you would like to write). Like reader helping her out with the difficulties being a vampire, being willing to help her with anything she needs. (If not, I just think Emily as a vampire is adorable. She'd feel so bad if she had to drink from her partner)

from 🪽 wing anon (idk if we do the emoji anon thing here)

IM- THANJ YOU IM GPAD YOU LIKE IT♡ THAT MEANS SO MUCH- Also I'm sorry for being radio silent

OMG- THATS Q GOOD IDEA JUST- Emily super nervous as hell too-

Oh yeah I do emoji anons here! Just tell em what you want and I'll do it♡♡

Warning(s) blood, vampire stuff, fluff!(?) Blood drinking(not descriptive really, I wanted it more of a fluffy thing. SHORT drabble

Short drabble i.. never wrote for Emily bur! I hope you enjoy it tell me if I got her erll? Honestly idk

Vampire! Emily x f!Angel!reader SHORT drabble: hungry

It took a month to figure out what was wrong with Emily. How odd she's been - how fidgety she'd been with you. Just that familiar flush on her face as she wants to ask something of you. But each time she chickened making up some excuse before rushing off once again

"Would you stop it? What is it dear?" You finally spoke yo after the third attempt of her coming up to you "if you have something to say go ahead. I'll listen! What is it?" Turning to her fully watching the familiar golden flush once she was "caught" again. How her wings flapped slowly in thought-

Humming, you stared as she opened and closed her mouth, unsure how to even ASK you whatever it was on her mind. Frowning you crossed your arms in thought. Fidgety.. nervous refusing to meet your eyes.. that guilty look?

Blinking it all clicked- making you feel guilty for how long shr must have gone. How you didn't pick up on it as quickly as you should have. Sighing softly you stood up moving close to your girlfriend- your mate

"Your hungry. Aren't you Emily?"

Watching her freeze unable to meet your eyes once you spoke of her hunger made you smile softly. Seems you were correct

"Y..yes, I am hungry i- I ran out of the bags! The shipment well- it's late won't be here for another-" and yet again began her rambles. Her attempt at making sense of why she didn't drink her "special drink"(what she'd prefer to call it) knowing how important it is to ensure she's fed.

Vampires are dangerous after all. No matter who it is. Even more dangerous is a starved one.

"My love.. I've told you~ I don't mind you feeding off of me~ I'll gladly allow it" you spoke softly cutting her off from her tangent. Knowing she won't stop until she tires herself out from how guilty she is.

She always felt guilty feeding off of anyone. Especially you- her lover. So her outright(not really.. attempting to) ask you for permission? She must be starving.

"Are you... sure?" She whispered softly moving to hold your hands kissing your knuckles softly frowning her eyes glowed brighter then usual. Clearly starving. With a comforting tug you pulled her close tilting your head for her to see your bare neck. A slow grumble escaped her as it always did when she got like this.

The warning sound

"Go on~ eat~ have your fill~" you purred softly. And like that. In a flash she was on you- making you hiss softly as she began to feed. Not even warning. You frowned- how long had she gone if she didn't do her usual? The kiss- the comforting words. But just bit down to feed. Rubbing her shoulders softly you hummed smiling softly as she pulled you even closer as if attempting to devore you through her body.

You weren't sure how long you were their for. How long she fed. How much she took. When you woke up, Emily was back to normal. Rushing around your shared bedroom. Looking for anything rambling "-I told you! If I get too much, tell me-!" Smiling you sat up ignoring g the ache in your neck. Knowjng from the off feeling she bandaged you up

"Darling?"

"I would stop! Would have helped! Oh lord, oh lord, I took too much -" rushing to make a fort like thing around you. With the pillows, she found before yelping seeing you up fully "oh.....oh my love.. are you ok? What do you need? Food? Water? What I'll get it for you!"

Slolwy, you held her hands softly, kissing her palms. "..for now I'd like to cuddle you~ my mate~", watching her wings poof up before nodding flushed getting into the bed curling into you softly "I'm ok. I promise.. just rest now ok? Rest.." you whispering softly kissing the top of her head gently

[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 12

(Both covers for the song i had in mind for this chapter. 1. 2. )

Zariah entered Alastor's bedroom behind him and as soon as the door was locked, she hugged him from behind and poured healing energy into him. He felt her warmth filling his tired, broken bones and mending them.

“Ah, my clever little fox. Such a good pet you are.” His voice was filled with relief, as the constant throbbing pain began to cease. 

“I got you Al.” She smiled softly, happy to be of help.

He gently peeled her off of him when he was all better, “Alright, that's enough.” 

She frowned as she let him go, “Aw, okay.”

He chuckled, “I'd like to change out of my blood soaked clothes, that's all darling.” He then stepped away to his wardrobe. He chose a more relaxed outfit, then used magic and shadows to change instantly. “There we are, much better.”

He then raised a hand and music began to play on the radio in his room. “Come dance with me, my pet. You've earned a treat yourself.”

“Oh… but I don't know how to dance.” She blushed, tails twisting together behind herself in nervousness. “I'm afraid I'll step on your feet.”

He smiled fondly, “Do you trust me?” She silently nodded. “Then just take my hand, darling. I'll teach you.”

Zariah stepped forward and took his hand. “We'll start slow, something simple.” He guided her through the motions of a basic slow dance, using his magic to correct and guide her seamlessly. He hummed along to the melody of the song, it was something soft and jazzy. 

 

“When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more.”

Zariah blushed again, oh no, there go the butterflies in her gut again! And she knew this song too! She decided to join in and sing the next verse.

 

“Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me.” 

 

Alastor was surprised by her singing along, but he grinned wide, he was fond of her voice. So they sang the chorus together and switched off each verse as they sang and danced together. 

After the song came to a close, he held her to his chest, “My dear pet, you are just full of surprises. The more I learn of you, the more fun you are to have around. A lovely little stress reliever, as any good pet should be.” 

She laughed at his choice of words, “If anyone else called me that, I'd think they were trying to seduce me! You gotta watch that wording Al, especially when you're using your deeper voice like that. Someone might think you've got less than pure intentions.”

 

He laughed along with her, “Oh dear, I suppose you're right! I didn't think that could be interpreted that way. Yet you did? Hm, spending so much time with Angel must be rotting your brain to degeneracy. How unfortunate.” 

“Oh no, I've always been great at making the raunchiest jokes of all my friends. If I wanted, I could probably even make Dusty blush!” She sounded so proud of this.

 

“Hm, well, now that would be an accomplishment.” He then sighed, “I think I may be due for a nap, my dear. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure! I'd love an excuse to hold you for longer.”

He led her over to his bed and laid down, letting her snuggle into his chest before he began petting her hair.

She reached a hand up to pet his head as well, and he allowed it for the briefest moment until she touched one of his ears. Then he caught her wrist gently, “Ah ah, my dear. Not the ears.” He didn't explain, but his cheeks had a slight flush to them.

“Oh, sorry. Can I pet the rest of your head if I'm careful? I used to give my mom head massages after work when I was little, she always said I was very good at it.”

“Oh? Maybe another time. You two must have had a very good relationship then… Tell me, do you ever miss her?” He placed her hand back on his chest before releasing her wrist.

“Yeah, sometimes. Even into my adult life, I'd visit her every chance I got after I'd moved out.”

“So.. you said before you'd visit my mother? How often?” He decided it was time to address this.

“She and my mom are neighbors in heaven actually, so I'd visit them both at the same time. Funny little coincidence that our mom's are friends and hang out! Last time I visited, they were both taking pottery classes…. They're probably wondering why I haven't visited in a while…” She frowned.

“Ah, dear… that is a problem…” He looked troubled by this news.

 

“If I find a way to visit heaven, would you like me to say anything to your mom? Anything you'd want me to bring her?” She kept her voice soft and ran a hand along his upper arm. He held her tighter.

“You plan to go back to heaven?” He wouldn't allow it. She was his.

“Not to stay, more like breaking in to let my mom know I still love her, but I'm going to be away for a while. Make up a lie about being on a secret mission for heaven or something.” She hugged back tight too. “I'll never leave you, Al. You're my special person now. I love you, and I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe me.”

He sighed, “Very well, my pet… if you do manage to find a way into heaven, tell her I love her still and think of her everyday. I… do not feel the need to lie to her about why I am here. She will either love me as always, or reject me as heaven did for my sins. It is her right to make that decision and I don't wish to take that from her.” He went back to petting Zariah's hair.

[blackelysian]

tease

Nico's POV

I lean back against the counter with half a cup of D'usse. I was watching my drunk girlfriend, Hazel act like a damn fool on the dance floor right now. We came to my boy's crib for a slight kickback he was throwing for his birthday. I was already kinda blown because Hazel and I got into it before we got here about wtf she was wearing.

Not only was she wearing some revealing ass dress but she was now flirting with some lame ass nigga. She was all in that nigga face playing in her hair and everything. She knew exactly what she was doing too. She was tryna make me mad. She loved to test me. I instantly knocked back whatever was left in my cup and made my way over to them.

I shove the lame nigga away from her, snatch her arm and drag her out the party towards the car. I press her against the car door and stand in her face.

"What the fuck is up with you yo?!?" I say slightly, raising my voice at her.

"What are you talking about Nico?" She said, smirking, slurring her words.

"Don't play dumb bro you know exactly what you were doing" I said getting madder by the second.

"Fuck you all in that nigga face for? You love doing that shit its like it turns you on when i'm mad"

"I'm just trying to have a good time Nico." she says with a sly grin on her face. She does this shit on purpose. She knows it drives me crazy. 

"No, your trying to show tf off  but its okay ima give you exactly what you asking for" I say through gritted teeth. I clench my jaw as I step closer to her face and grabbed her neck with my right hand and she gasps. Her pretty brown eyes stared into mine drunkenly yet they were filled with so much lust and adoration. She looked so innocent and seductive at the same time which always seems to arouse me. I bit my lip softly, placing my left pointer finger onto her plump bottom lip and used my thumb to pull at it. I applied a bit of pressure on her neck with my right hand before I released her out of my grip. I could feel the heat radiating from her body and her breath started to quicken.

"Get in the car." I told her, slowly backing away from her, walking to the drivers side of the car and getting in, her stumbling in next to me.

Hazel's POV

Silence took over the car. All you could hear was the faint music from the radio and the loud ass thud of my heartbeat. I can see Nico gripping the wheel tight as he rushes to get us home. I was still a bit drunk and was starting to get hungry since he drug me out of the party before I could even get any free food.

"Can we get some food?" I asked, grabbing his arm as he drove. He shot me a harsh glare as he shrugged me off of him, before returning his eyes to the road, ignoring me. His look sent a chill down my spine making me stay silent for the rest of the ride home. I knew that look.

Once we got back home, I made a beeline for the stairs but he quickly grabbed my arm.

"Hazel, stop playing wit me" He said, bass clear in his voice, his eyes glaring down at me lustfully as he walked me backwards towards the couch. He grips my neck, biting his lip, pulling me in closer to him. My panties instantly got soaked but I knew I was soon about to be punished from my actions of tonight.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I wanna go to bed, I'm tired." I whined.

"Nah, I don't wanna hear that shit" He roughly turns me around and bends me over the arm of the couch causing my dress to rise up over my ass. He brings a loud smack to my ass. A moan accidently slips out of my mouth. His fingers hook my panties and pull them down to the floor. He kneels down behind me, bringing a smack to both cheeks.

Coming face to face with my womanhood, he begins to place butterfly kisses up and down my slit.

"Ba– ooo" I moaned out, caught completely off guard.

Omniscient POV

He begins to devour her. He was going to make her eat her words. Her low, sexy moans begin to fill his ears like music. She tasted so sweet to him. He replaces his mouth with two fingers and begins to finger her deeply.

"Ooo fuck.." She moans out as her head lolls forward. He watched her mesmerized as her juices began to soak and coat his fingers. A bulge forming in his pants.

"Mmm... baby you're gonna make me cum" She moans out faintly. " Hold dat shit" He quickly retracts his fingers. She lets out a slight whimper, already missing the feeling of his fingers. He delivers another loud smack to her ass. She bites her lip to keep from moaning loudly. He turns her around by her neck, kissing her deeply.

"Upstairs, now." He demands, looking lustfully into her eyes. She turns around and slowly makes her way upstairs, making sure to add a little extra switch in her walk. He watches her with his bottom lip wedged between his teeth and lust filled eyes. He makes his way up the stairs behind her, catching her now removed dress that she has thrown at him in the process. After making it to the room, he gently throws her on the bed.

"All fours" He slides down his pants and boxers and slowly starts stroking himself. She crawls to the top of the bed and places a deep arch in her back just how he likes it. She starts twerking her ass, giving him a clear view of her glistening fold.

"Like this?" She says lowly, looking back at him. He walks up behind her grabbing her waist in one hand, still stroking himself with the other.

"You know im about to fuck you up right?" He grumbles sliding inside her, beginning to give her rough strokes. Her mouth forms an O shape as she throws her head forward gripping the sheets. His strokes become more vicious as he picks his speed up, their hips crashing together. The only thing that could be heard in the room are the clapping sounds from slamming against him.

"Fuckk...too much" she groans out as her hand flys back to his waist. He grabs her arm and pins it behind her back. He hikes up his right leg, placing both hands on her waist, aiming directly for her spot.

"Ain't this what you wanted?" he asks, smirking down at her.

"All that teasing and shit...you like being fucked this way" He continues to deliver deep rough strokes. SMACK! Another slap to her ass. Her juices were just running down both of their legs as he continued to break her down.

"Don't you?" He slightly yells, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back.

"Yesssss" she cries out. He grins slyly.

"Yes what?" He says assertively, now releasing her hair and wrapping his fingers around her neck.

"Yesss, daddy" she says through gritted teeth, her eyes scrunched closed.

"Look at me" Her eyes snap open, looking at her upside down lover. He grabs her right leg and wraps it around his waist, dropping his right leg.

"Think another nigga goin fuck you this good?" He asks, showing her no mercy, giving her nonstop strokes. She couldn't answer. All that escaped her mouth were weak moans. SMACK!

"Answer me" he groans out angrily.

"Noooo"

"Mmmm you love this dick don't you?" He asks, smirking at her.

"Yesss baby yesss, I love you and this dick" She moans out, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.

"Mhmm, thats right." He groans, running his hands down her back. He adored her.

"Im cummingggg daddyyy"

"Cum on this dick babygirl" He moans out as she finishes, completely making a mess. He finishes shortly after, completely filling her up. He slowed his strokes down, riding out both of their orgasms. She falls out on the bed on her back, totally worn out. He grabs her neck, bringing her close to his face kissing her.

"Get on top" He says, sitting down on the bed, leaning back stroking himself.

"Baby I'm tired" she whines, turning to look at him.

"What I say?" he asks assertively, grabbing her arm, pulling her on top of him. He puts his left hand on her waist and aligns himself with her entrance. She eases herself down onto him slowly, but not all the way. Too slow for his liking he pushes her all the way down on him.

"Come on baby, ride that shit" He groans lowly, smacking her ass again for the upteenth time tonight. Her cheeks were red with his giant hand print across both cheeks. She places her hands on his chest and begins bouncing up and down on him, getting into her own little rhythm.

"Shitt... just like that baby" he sighed, placing one of his hands behind his head and the other on her waist. She picks up her speed as she throws her head back, enjoying the sensation.

"Fuckkk... Nico" she whispers in complete bliss.

"Mhmm, ride that dick baby" He groans lowly, smacking her ass again. He props himself up on his knees and wraps her legs around him. She locks her arms around his neck as they meet in the middle for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues fighting each other for dominance. Her hips crashing into his lap. He trails open mouthed kisses down her neck leading in between her breasts. Her hand rubs the back of his head as he kisses her body.

"Baby..." He whispers, looking down at the mess they were making, in a trance like it was a movie.

"Pussy wet as fuck.. No nigga goin' get her as wet as me" He thought to himself. He reaches his left hand up and grabs the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, driving into her from underneath.

"Shit shit shit, im gonna cum" She pants.

"Give it to me baby" He says through gritted teeth, egging on her orgasm. And just like that, she finishes completely making a mess on his lap. He finishes shortly after.

"Damn girl" he says before pecking her lips. She just lays there on top of him, exhausted and ready to fall asleep.

"You goin stop playing with me?" He asks, looking at her.

"You goin get me some food? Since you starved me to prove your point." She playfully rolls her eyes. He chuckles deeply.

"Yea I gotchu baby. Take a shower with me then i'll feed you whatever you want" He says getting up, scooping her in his arms in the process, carrying her to the bathroom.

[sovasbussy]

red means i love you

Chapter 4

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Sova drummed his fingers against the top of his desk as he looked at the white invitation card in front of him. There was a little get-together with his coworkers the coming weekend, but he didn’t feel like going to it alone. It was just them getting drunk and coming up with whatever stupid shenanigans they could do in the restaurant. It wasn’t his cup of tea at all, but he knew who he could invite to make it more bearable.

-- You smooth out your shirt as you check yourself in the mirror to see if everything about you is presentable. You were nervous, to say the least. Hanging out with Sova outside of the comfort of either of your homes was a little more nerve-wracking, but being in the presence of the people he worked with was a whole other story.

You heard the light knock on your front door, which meant that a certain blonde man was here to pick you up. Grabbing all your essentials, you quickly headed towards the front door, opening it to reveal Sova waiting for you.

"Ready?" He asked with that oh-so dreamy smile of his. You smiled back at him and nodded, locking your door before heading towards his car. --

Once you arrived at the restaurant, it was awkward to say the least. Sova was pulled away by his coworkers and you were left alone, much to your chagrin.

"Excuse me." Sova chuckled as he moved past you, his hands brushing up against your waist. That little action alone made your entire face flush, your heart racing from how flustered you were. 

Sova threw a quick glance at you with a small smirk growing on his face, sipping on his cocktail before going back into the conversation he was in earlier. You settled into the booth that Sova had reserved for the both of you, looking down at the glass you were holding. You lifted your head up to watch Sova once more, observing him as he interacted with his co-workers. It was different… He wasn’t as touchy as he was with you. He seemed more distant with his coworkers, from the way he talked to the way he stood around them. 

It was more of a relief that you got to watch him, feeling like your romantic feelings were more validated. 

"Yo, are you Sova’s girl or something?" You turned your head in the direction of the voice. Your brows were furrowed while looking at the stranger who had slinked into the booth with you.

"We’re not like that." You were quickly cut off by the man once more.

"Hah! He hasn’t made a move on you? What a waste. " The stench of alcohol reeked from the man’s breath as he pushed himself closer towards you, pushing you back against your seat.

You furrowed your brows and tried to push the man away from you before freezing when you saw two arms flying past your head to push him a distance away from you.

"Hands off." Sova’s voice was curt, glaring at his co-worker for being so pushy towards you. The man gulped and nodded before scurrying away from the both of you.

I’m sorry. Are you okay? " Sova was quick to comfort you, his eyes darting across your face and body to see if you were hurt. He had his hands on the sides of your arms, ministrating gentle squeezes to calm you down. You were quick to nod your head and give him a light smile, "I’m fine, Sasha. He didn’t do anything. You were just glad that he appeared when he did.

Sova’s gaze was back on yours, the worry slowly subsiding from his face. I’ll deal with him later. Should we get back? " He asked, wanting to be alone with you for a little while.

"Yeah, that’s fine with me." You agreed, holding onto his forearm. Sova said his goodbyes to some of his coworkers as he led you out of the restaurant. He kept you close to him as if someone would just jump out and grab you, not that you minded the close proximity between the two of you.

The ride was mostly silent, with only the soft sound of music from the radio filling the air while Sova drove you back home. The car came to a stop and it pulled you away from your daze, turning your head to look at Sova, who was already looking back at you.

He had a soft smile on his face, which made your cheeks flush. You were quick to flick your gaze away, with your face growing redder by the second. Do you say it now? You didn’t know if this was even the right time for a confession. The many conversations with your friends about Sova ran through your mind and today just showed that he treated you differently compared to the other women in his life. You fiddled with your thumbs as your brain scrambled to put together words into coherent sentences.

"Uhm, Sasha..." You started off. Your eyes were still focused on your hands. You could still feel Sova gazing at you from your peripheral vision, and you knew that looking at him would just break your train of thoughts.

Sova’s eyes widened ever so slightly, waiting patiently for you to continue. Of course, he knew what was going to happen next. Monitoring and listening to your calls, texts, and conversations was a way for him to keep tabs on you; finding out your plans was an easy feat.

You pressed your lips together as you cleared your throat. The next few moments were a blur to you, emotions pouring from your lips. Sova, with feigned surprise, looked at you in silence. He was surprised. The man wasn’t expecting such stirring words from you. 

“I…” 

His hesitation made you wince internally. 

“Thank you, дорогая. I would love to be in a relationship with you.” All of the tension in your body faded. You were ecstatic but the relief of having these feelings being reciprocated by the one you so badly yearned for just over took the happiness. You leaned back into your seat with a flustered smile, still not daring to look up at your now-boyfriend. 

Sova leaned closer towards you, closing the distance between you ever so slightly. His fingers gently slid against your cheek, turning your head to face him. He chuckled at the sight of your dark-red cheeks, his eyes slowly gazing down at your lips. 

“May I?” You could feel his breath ghost over your lips. 

“Yes…” Your own voice felt breathless, lost in the heat of the moment. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as Sova kissed your lips, a tender moment you were sure to cherish for days to come. 

For you, this was only the beginning. 

[centuriantalevevo]

"Mama Knows Best"

Alastor's mama is heeerrreee-

Includes: Vox cameo rip bozo lmao, mentions of murder and cannibalism, minor police brutality mentions, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned', Alastor is prolly OOC but fuck you-, Alastor's mom is a badass prove me wrong-- oh wait, YOU CAN'T-, Very much mama's boy energy, she gives 'boy mom' energy in a way, but she's just a very affectionate and loving mama, she's not one of those "No one knows him like his mommy does" type mom's lol-, slight Men Slander(TM) but to be fair, men were on some sort of drugs back in the day ok?-, mentions of child abuse, persona cameo because fuck you, feel free to imagine Halo as you tho, I tried to do a little bit of quick research on Jambalaya, plz tell me if I got something wrong-, tate mentioned, alpha male dudes mentioned lmao, the grief of a parent losing their child is always the strongest grief

Nora's name is totally not inspired by Nora from the first season of American Horror Story from the 1920s, why would you think that? That's just stupid, you're crazy and no one will ever believe you!

The day seemed normal-- well... As normal as a day in Hell can be.

He was being trailed by Halo once again when he went for his daily stroll-- of course until they decided to run ahead and cross the road without looking, almost getting hit like a complete idiot... Had it not been for him, they'd be dead... AGAIN, at least. He wonders why he even stopped the car in the first place, but oh well!

He entered the hotel--

Oh! You're probably wondering who I'm talking about- Alastor! Yes, Alastor... The Radio Demon.... chronic technology hater, THAT Alastor.

Anyways!

He entered the hotel, hearing some chatter coming from the next room, as well as Halo being obnoxious as always.

"Wait who are you?" They asked, "Halo! That's rude..." Vaggie scolded them, "What?? I don't know who she is..." They argued, and he heard a soft laugh.

"Oh, it's alright, you're just curious after all." The voice said-- he felt like he'd heard that voice before... But where?

"Oh, since Halo's here that means Alastor should be here soon-- Halo, where is he?" Charlie asked, "just behind me! OI ASSHOLE GET YO DUMBASS IN HERE" They yelled while going to the doorway and hopping up and down.

"I'm right here, no need to yell." He responded, "dude you're 10 times taller than me, you're supposed to be faster." They crossed their arms, "Alright we got strawberry pimp in the room now! Why is needed? Why not need me instead? I'm better I prommy!" Halo turns a 180 immediately, they were too hyperactive today.

"Oh, do I have a guest? To what do I owe-" Alastor went silent, hell it looked like he almost lost his neverending smile... "Wha-.." He trailed off, Alastor...? Flabbergasted? Now that's a first!

"Al!" The lady said with relief and got up, "Oh you know him? Like... wait define knowing him-" Halo questions with their tail idly swaying. "Mama?" "MAMA?!"

It was like simultaneously combusting, EVERYONE said it at the same time.

Though the group gave a chance for this little reunion, they were about to ask a FLOOD of questions. "You should be in heaven?! What are you doing down here? You don't deserve to be down here!" Alastor exclaimed, holding the lady he just called mom.

"You'd be surprised at what I'm capable of, dear... I'm by no means a damsel in distress." She said simply, sitting back down but this time with Alastor next to her. "I never did give you my name, did I? I'm so sorry, how rude of me! I'm Nora!" She said sweetly.

"No way this sweet lady is in Hell, what did you do? Oh my god did you torture children?! Eat them like Hansel and gretel?!" Halo asked excitedly and Nora laughed. "What could have possibly done?! All things considered, you're supposed to be in heaven!" Alastor said, he almost sounded... Upset?

"Well... After you died, I waited for hours for you to come home... It came time you said you'd see me... Nothing.. I gave it 30 minutes thinking maybe you were running late! Then it his 10... 11... I waited til dawn..." Nora said softly, "I eventually tried to sleep on the couch so I could hear when he came home.. I barely slept, though. I maybe got a few minutes of shut eye... His dinner was cold, but I kept it on the table in hopes that I'd wake up and see the plate all cleaned up..." She continued.

"And then later in the morning, Police came to tell me he was killed.... I lost it... I stayed shut away for a few days, dealing with grief... The grief got to me and turned into rage." Alastor stayed absolutely silent- the most silent he'd ever been, you couldn't even hear static.

"I decided it was worth my life. I'd taken a pistol we had at home and found the man's house-- I knew who it was, he was there at Alastor's funeral, he was cackling to himself... so I broke in and shot him in the head." She said so calmly, it even scared Alastor of all people.

"And then I went after his friend. The man who decided to do a 'double tap' to make sure he was gone, except I didn't give him grace. I used my hat pin, honestly the young women who came up with using as a weapon in the day were geniuses of their time!" She continued with a soft smile, "I slit his throat and stabbed, I kept stabbing until all you could see were holes in his chest. Police shot me dead almost immediately." She said, "But I don't regret it... If you asked me... I'd do it all over again. I still blame myself, however." She said with a sigh.

"What?! No, that wasn't your fault! It was my choice to even do that, had I not have, I would've been alive!" Alastor cut her off, "But I could've asked you to come visit me now instead of later. I could've delayed you, even 5 minutes would've changed so much..! Alastor would answer to my every beck and call, if I asked him to come visit anyways, he'd put his original plans aside... Why didn't I use that power for once?" She asked, a rhetorical question. "I rethought of all these different scenarios on how I could've stopped it..! Obviously it was too late... I knew he'd be here, anyways... Waiting for me, eventually." She finished.

"How did you know I'd be here though?" "Sweetie... I always knew-- Parents ALWAYS know! You may think you're doing a perfect job at hiding it, but you aren't... They say mom's have eyes in the back of their head for a reason, y'know!" She laughed softly. "Wh.. So... wait-" Alastor was confused.

"Baby, I knew you'd been doing the killing... including occasionally eating a person or two... Granted! You tended to go after the men who were... honestly deserving of much worse..!" She said with a soft smile, "But I still was disappointed in your choices you made." She added, and Alastor looked down... In shame!

Alastor?! FEELING SHAMEFUL?! EMBARRASSMENT?! Impossible!

"I raised you better, I know I did! But... I can at least feel happy that you didn't end up like many of the men... objectifying women and being disrespectful. I may have raised a psychopath of a son, but at least he's respectful towards women." She said sweetly.

"I like to think he's the lesser evil in the world! Especially when he's killing bad people!" Halo spoke up with a grin. "I like to believe that too, dear! Don't you worry!" Nora laughed a little.

Alastor had been... Surprisingly well behaved, all things considered! But... Then again... Mama Alastor was here, anything to not disappoint her!

Alastor was going on another stroll to get a few errands done as well as some fresh air! Halo insisted on joining this time... They didn't wanna get on their computer for once.

But Nora insisted she come with! She wanted to see some other shops, see what they had to buy and maybe go on a but if a shopping spree, she deserved a treat, in her opinion!

"Ah sweet, Mama Alastor is joining!" Halo says while standing at their door, already having got their shoes on. "What? Mama Alastor?" She tilts her head a little, "Oh! Uh... It's a... uh... Basically like a thing in the vtuber community? We usually don't know the names of our oshi-- or favorite streamer's-- parents so we usually call them like... Mama and then vtuber's first or last name, or replace Mama with papa!" Halo explained, "It's hard to explain to someone who.. isn't also from 2020s, let alone just the 2000s..." They added with a small shrug.

"I have a bit of a hard time remembering names sometimes, so..." They quickly added again, "sorry if it made you uncomfortable!" "No need to apologize, honey! You're alright," Nora chuckled softly.

It was a peaceful day! Well, as peaceful as hell can be. No demon's giving issues! No overlords trying him! No Vox to be found-

Shit.. knock on wood--

"Well, if it isn't the fucking RADIO DEMON. Decided to come out from hiding in your little radio tower?" The TV headed demon commented with lots of snark.

"Ah... And I thought today would be such an amazing and surprisingly quiet day! You just LOVE ruining everything, don't you?" Alastor said with his typical grin.

Then Vox noticed the new demon beside him, he'd never seen her before...

"And who might this lovely lady be?" Vox immediately tried his manipulative tactics-- suffice to say, Alastor wasn't very happy about that.

"Excuse my language, but BACK THE FUCK UP YOU FLAT FACED BASTARD." His voice had a LOT of radio distortion, yet he didn't drop that smile.

Nora gave a look, but said nothing... He was just trying to protect his mom, she understood that.

"And why do YOU have an issue? Are you dating? With the way Halo acts, I would've thought you two were but turns out you're with someone else?" Vox smirked, but then it dropped with Alastor very visibly gagged...

And Nora looked like she was about to prove sinners could die permanently without angelic intervention.

"What-"

"Ew... I shouldn't be surprised pro-shippers would be in hell-- no offense to any pro-shippers but also full offense as well.." Halo commented while back up a little. "Heavens, no! That's disgusting! I'd rather die again in the most painful way possible!" Alastor said.

"Dear, I'm his MOTHER." She said.

Basically Cue the radio stop noise thing-

Except make it a TV.

Before Vox started laughing, "Oh so he's still being walked everywhere by his mommy?" "Oh you're so very lucky I don't want to get in trouble from her, otherwise I'd end you here and now." Alastor said with an irritated grin.

"So you admit you listen to mommy?! Ha! Pathetic! He's a mommy's boy!" Vox cackled, he couldn't stop. "I have very good reasoning... You know that odd stereotype of a joke that moms aren't the people to mess with? They aren't wrong... She may be a lovely lady... But boy can she pack a punch... It's not because.. Oh I'm a mama's boy... It's because I'm smart and would quite like to be able to live!" He said with a smile.

Vox just laughed harder, "mama? Being dangerous?!" He was cracking up...

Until Nora practically through his dumb ass.

"Not to be that guy.. buuuuttt... I told ya so!~" He cooed with a very satisfied grin.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Vox yelped, "For one, you DO NOT laugh at my son, especially considering he... slaughtered many overlords the moment he got here? Classic Alastor fashion, if I'm honest... For another, I'VE HEARD ABOUT WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS YOU ARE!" She raised her voice.

"Clearly you lacked a mother to teach you proper manners, hell you clearly even lack a decent father! Shame on you! I've heard of your fights! Don't think I'll let you go off so easy just because I didn't see it." She growled, "I'm no damsel in distress. I'm the reason his father died so early and I'm the reason his killers died not too long after they murdered him! I killed for him twice in life, I can double-- even QUADRUPLE-- that in the afterlife!" She continued, "You don't EVER mess with a mama bear. It's the worst possible idea. If you value your life, you'll flee and go home and behave like a good boy!" She scolded Vox, absolutely not a single bit of fear.

"And if I hear you've laid even a FINGERNAIL close to a single hair on him... I'll do more than tear into you verbally. I'll let you find out WHY Alastor even fears me." She was practically Vox's height, it was kinda scary how tall she ACTUALLY was.

"Am I understood?" She asks and Vox nods quickly "Uh... Y-.. Yeah..." "Hmm? What was that?" She asked, "Yes ma'am! Loud and clear!" He nods...

And he flees.

"Smart man, that one! Pleasantly surprised." She smiled as if she hadn't just threatened one of the most influential overlords...

One of the Vees, no less!

"Alastor, why didn't you tell us your mom was a FUCKING BADASS??" Halo yells, running up to Nora and running circles around her, "She's so COOL! WHAT??" They add excitedly while the woman laughs a little.

"But wait, the hell did you do to make even AL be scared of you? Abuse him? Surely not, he clearly loves you to bits and pieces!" They asked curiously.

"Sweetheart, I may be kind... Sweet... Yes, I babied him a lot! Far past when he was a small child! But I know him well. I know what works. Usually he's quite well behaved, only needing a light restriction half the time! But I wasn't AFRAID to get physical if I needed to, I just believed it wasn't the most productive way! He learned real quickly that if he disrespected me, he'd know the true meaning of fear. His father could never compare." She explained.

"I had to spank him a few times, god knows most of the time he saw my pure raw strength when his father went too far." She added, "Oh.. Yeah... I forgot about that... The majority of her physical demonstrations weren't on me! Primarily on my father whenever he laid a hand on me." Alastor nodded in agreement.

"I figured out she could likely easily overpower me, even when I hit my teenage years! One of the women that truly scared the daylights out of me... Mostly, I believed it was ME who should be protecting women, at least considering size differences.. Until you watch this woman just brute force a grown man in his 30s onto a counter because he dared to lay a hand on her kid with barely any struggle... The strength of a mom is truly horrifying.." Alastor almost shivered a bit.

"Well the strength part is true as hell! I've heard stories of moms straight up LIFTING CARS OFF OF THEIR KIDS! Adrenaline is a hell of a drug!" Halo nodded, easily believing what was being said.

Yet, despite that, Alastor couldn't help but still feel VERY protective of his mom-- That's his mom, after all! If anyone wanted to lay a hand on her, they had to go through him! Nora let him, mostly because he was always a stubborn boy, growing up, and she let him just to let him feel better... Feel stronger. She could take care of herself, but if it made him happy, who was she to argue? It meant less work for her!

Until the attack from heaven.

She WATCHED her son be harmed, she watched him almost die AGAIN. That pissed her off so much.

"YOU DARE HURT HIM?! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT ACTUAL PAIN IS!"

Hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Or, as the case may be, hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.

She kicked Adam's ass to high heaven (lmao)

It was just funny how Niffty was the one to kill him... With a stab to the back, too!

"You know what? He deserved it... I shouldn't be surprised he's so egotistical, if he was the template for men... Go figure-- Well, I'm not sure how much they've changed since the 20s? Are they still how they used to be?" Nora asked Halo and they shrugged. "We got plenty of feminist men! But... They're all drowned out by the 'alpha male' podcast guys... Tate's little stannies." They explained, "Alpha...? Tate- stannies?" She was very confused, "Nothing! Just... cringe guys who believe in women being tradition wives but not men being traditional husbands... It's wayyyyy too much to explain, you'd have to see for yourself!" They continued.

Nora immediately left to find Alastor and make sure he was OK.

Luckily he was! He nearly gave her a heart attack! "You really do need to stop being so overly confident, Hun... It'll get you killed like it did before." She softly lectured him and he sighed. "Even in death, I never escape the lectures and life lessons..." He comments, mainly under his breath. "Hm?" She gave a look-- a look he knew all too well.

"Nothing, Mama!" He quickly spoke up as she finished bandaging up some cuts, scrapes, and gashes.

Once she finished getting him all patched up-- golly, it reminded him of his grade school days! Coming home from school after some kids picked on him and hurt him... Or coming home after accidentally scraping himself when playing in the park... She was always there to softly scold him all while tending to his wounds and giving him a piece of candy afterwards!

Sometimes he thought, maybe he did it on purpose, just for the love and candy... Despite the fact he could've gotten it if he just asked... Like he had done plenty of times before.

And now the hotel was rebuilt, and even bigger and better than before! Charlie admired the hardwork everyone put into rebuilding the hotel!

"Well then!" Nora broke the silence, "I'm betting at least a few of you are starving! How about I make everyone some Jambalaya?" She asked sweetly, Alastor immediately perked up. "As long as you hVe ingredie-" Nora was about to add before suddenly Alastor disappeared... and then reappeared. "Cross the shopping off the list, even if we didn't have any earlier, we do now!"

"Of course you would," Nora laughed a little. Everyone was excited! Considering Alastor had mentioned his mom's Jambalaya when he first got to the hotel, now they were eager to try it!

Until Halo tried it and immediately was making sounds of discomfort. "Are you alright, dear?" Nora asked in a concerned tone, "It's hot! No one said it was hot!" They said while gulping their drink desperately, "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you allergic to spicy things?" She asked and they shook their head, "No, they just have a really REALLY bad spice tolerance." Vaggie explained, "Halo, darling..! It's Cajun food! Traditional Cajun food! A lot of Cajun food includes spicy ingredients!" Alastor said, "Wait is Jambalaya Cajun or Creole?" Halo asked, their tongue slowly starting to feel better, "Both, actually! It started as a Cajun cuisine, but soon the Creoles picked it up and tailored it to their tastes! The main difference is Cajun Jambalaya looks brown while Creole Jambalaya looks red, the Creole version includes tomatoes and is layered, while the Cajun one is dumped all at once and doesn't usually include tomatoes! I made the Cajun version today," Nora explained and Halo nodded.

"Yeah, sorry... I got shit spice tolerance, like... black pepper is spicy!" They said, and Nora's eyes widened. "Oh my... That's-- what do you use to season your food?!" She asks, "Well, I don't cook for one... I'm scared of the stove and burning myself-" Halo started, "Salt." Alastor said simply.

"Hm?" Nora glanced over, "Salt. They season their food with salt... so much salt... ungodly amounts of salt... It puts Husk to shame, even!" He spoke, "So much salt that they could fill an entire ocean with the amount of salt they consume. They cover their food in it to the point MOST people can't even have a single bite without it being too salty!" He continued.

"What..." "Yeah... I really... REALLY... Like salt!" Halo grinned.

It was such a long day... The fight... Rebuilding the hotel... Even just the socializing. Alastor was honestly exhausted. He never really slept, but now he WANTED to. But he couldn't. He thought back to the lyrics of some song Halo sang and really liked, apparently it was one of THEIR mom's favorite songs.

'Why do I tire of counting sheep, when I'm far too tired to fall asleep?'

He was to tired to sleep.

It was so childish, he felt like a 6 year old again, wandering down to his mom's room after the thunder woke him up in the middle of the night, dragging his blanket and pillow into the bed room and shaking his mom awake to tell her that the thunder woke him up (as if it wasn't incredibly obvious...)

But it was practically reflex. He felt like he was on autopilot!

He knocked on the door before he heard a quiet, tired, "come in!", so he opened to door. "Oh, Al! Is something wrong?" She asked, and he just shrugged a little. He looked so tired.

"You look exhausted, did you know that?" She asked as he walked over to the bed, "I had an idea..." He said quietly while laying on the bed. He almost knocked out right then. "Yes, you can sleep in here if you'd like, thanks for asking!" Nora said softly yet playfully, Alastor couldn't help but huff out a small laugh despite his exhaustion, "Too late to ask now." He mumbled.

She truly was privileged, wasn't she? She was like... the ONLY one Alastor allowed to touch him without asking, or without him initiating! And the only one who could touch his head. He didn't like physical contact much, but it was soothing when Nora did it, it was how she comforted him when he was scared as a little kid.

He couldn't help but remember when he was small, laying his head on her lap in the living room. The heavy rain hitting the windows and roof, occasionally flashes of lightning, the rolling of thunder, waking him up late at night when she was still awake and reading in the living room. She'd pet his head while she read her book while he fell back asleep, the radio was always nice background noise that also comforted him during storms. Hearing the different now obscure advertisements of the day, and then the jazz playing after a few advertisements, even just the static noise was nice!

He felt like a kid again-- maybe feeling things wasn't ALWAYS so bad, it let him feel nostalgic feelings like this! He was fast asleep before he even knew it, he didn't know when he fell asleep, but all he remembered was the feeling of mama petting his head felt soothing again, he knew he missed his mother! But... He didn't realize just how much he missed her until she was back with him again...

Some may think she's one of those weird boy moms, but no! She just really liked to baby her precious boy-- no matter how old he got, she'd always see him as her little boy who ran to her when the lightning struck and the thunder got too loud.

But even he knew that if he had EVER gotten a significant other, Nora would've likely sided with the S/O on lots of things.

He was a mama's boy through and through, that much was true! And she loved that! But she wasn't afraid to correct him and she sure as hell wasn't afraid of someone 'coming in and stealing him from her'.... God knows she WANTED that to happen, but she never pestered him about it.

How long was he out for? He felt so confused, like one of those long naps you have after school with those marks all over your body from the sheets!

"Well good morning-- technically afternoon, but still!" Nora's voice caught him by surprise-- oh, right... He went to her room and fell asleep...

"What time is it?" He asked, "almost 2 in the afternoon, dear!" She responded, he slept... For almost... 14 HOURS?! "Wait... I was asleep for--" "14 hours! You were really tired. You really need to TRY and sleep more, even if it's hard to. You worry me, you know?" She responded with a small nod.

"Yeah... But I actually feel really good after that... I haven't slept that well since I'd gotten here." He commented, "So what did it then?" She asked, "Don't know... All I really know is I was remembering when I was kid... When it would storm and the thunder was loud," He responded while he got up, his suit was all wrinkled, but oh well, he could ask Niffty to iron it later. "I remember that..! The thunder and lightning did always scare you," Nora nodded with a hum, "You didn't even change clothes before bed!" She gasped, "That's how tired I was, I suppose!" Alastor laughed a little with a little shrug.

He hugged her for a moment-- it was a quick moment, but it was a hug that told you he MEANT IT.

"Even thought I don't think you deserve to be down here... It's good to have you back, mama."

[ladykailitha]

sorry about going radio silent; haven't been up to much direct talking this week--there's a pride parade near my area and my household is going this weekend! [happy squeak] and i've been equal parts excited and verging on an anxiety attack all week. which makes sleeping f u n.

it didn't occur to me that i could just. send in a message late. oops [sheepish]

but! i'm here now, and you seemed sad to have missed us [authorly commiseration] so as a treat for you and me, mayhaps a crumb of soulmate au (insert coding-denied question mark here)

(if you'd rather not, as a reader i'll be disappointed but patient, as a person i'll be sympathetic, and as an author i'll be "BIG mood, yo". i would just send in twice the asks next wednesday to avoid feeling like i'm. i don't know, asking for time and effort from you outside of appropriate and/or appreciated parameters (insert coding-denied question mark here) but knowing myself, i would almost certainly forget by then. so this way it is!)

however writing shakes out, i hope you enjoy the rest of your week/end! <3

Feel free to send in twice as many asks next Wednesday AND I'll do a little soulmate for you tonight. I've been putting off soulmate, because I keep trying to find JUST the Steve and Eddie moments from season 4 so that I don't have to rewrite the whole season for the AU. But I found in Steve's fan wiki page a lot of those moments broken down (even if I don't agree with their interpretation of certain scenes) so it'll be easier to reference those.

It's my first weekend where I get to relax this month so I'm excited. I hope you enjoy Pride!

Snippet:

Usually he would talk to Robin about this, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. After all, Vickie was her soulmate, the girl just wasn’t interested in being with Robin. She would rather chase after some boy who had already go off to college and was likely cheating on her with who knows how many girls. So how could Steve gush about his soulmate when hers didn’t want her? He wasn’t an ass. Or at least not anymore.

Steve finally got out of the car and opened the door to his house, half expecting his parents to come storming out of one of the rooms demanding where he’d been. But the house was silent. As it always was these days. He toed off his shoes in front of the door, suddenly not caring if it blocked anyone from coming in. Maybe that was a good thing.

He didn’t want to be disturbed while he wallowed in his misery.

[sweetsickheart]

yo just wanted to put this here in case. i will add this to my pinned soon.

i have a very unstable living condition right now. i will not elaborate on exactly what, as i want to keep my life private, but i can assure you im not in immediate danger and would prefer if you could keep the "omg r u ok?!!?" stuff away. but this also means my internet/phone/laptop/wifi access is VERY limited. i think things are starting to go better and i should have something permanent that i dont need to worry about soon, but if i ever go radio silent, i have lost contact with a lot of things and im not just ignoring you. i am so so so so so sorry this. wanted to let you know just in case something happens soon.

[kd-holloman]

Word Find Tag Game

I know I've been pretty silent recently. I find myself in a position where writer's block has my muse bound, gagged, and locked away in a closet somewhere. I'm making small strides (definitely less than 1000 words per week), but anything is better than nothing!

So, in the spirit of tag games, I'd like to participate! Thanks @pertinax--loculos for tagging me! Here are some (very unedited) snippets from the first draft of the third book in my Mobsters and Mayhem Trilogy!

I'm going to tag a few people I think might enjoy it, but nobody is obligated to participate and if you're not tagged and would like to, please feel free! The words are War, sun/sunshine, fear, greatness.

@howdywrites, @abalonetea, @wildler, @pe-ersona, and @ink-flavored

Hope

Lightning flashed overhead. Headlights in dead cars blinked to life. Static whispered from the radios again. The hope that he’d started to feel turned to dust and blew away on the frigid winter wind. 

Haven't - I don't actually have anything along the lines of "haven't" or "have not" in my WIP right now. So, I'll do have instead!

Rick was aware that every second that passed on the clock brought him closer to looking Death in the eyes. He didn’t know if it would come for him when he stepped out of his penthouse at the start of each day, if it would come for him while he slept, or if he had forty more years of life. He wouldn’t waste his life waiting for Death to come and he wouldn’t allow himself to be taken so easily. 

He was a man of lists and schedules with plans for greatness. Death was going to have to keep stride until it was time for them to come face-to-face.

Here

Instead of turning away, the man seemed to be mildly curious. “Who did you say you were looking for? Luís?” 

Slater shook his head. The movement sent the world spinning around him again. He leaned against the streetlight. “Louis. His name is Louis.” 

The man considered it for a second. “I don’t think I know anybody named Louis. Hold on, though. Let me ask Two-Toothed Terry if he knows anyone.”

Two-Toothed who? 

“Yo, Terry!” He barked into the alley. “I got a guy out here looking for a Louis. You know anyone?” 

A moment later a man bundled up in a winter parka, hood pulled over his head to reveal only his face and his dirty, bedraggled beard appeared at the mouth of the alley. “What’cha say, Chas?”

“This guy is looking for someone named Louis? You seen anyone?” 

Two-Toothed Terry looked Slater up and down. “Is he that big bald guy that only has half an ear?”

Hurt

“He hit me! Everything he or mom told you about this–” he jabbed a finger at his brown eye – “was a lie! It was a lie and you ate it up because it was more palatable than the truth.” 

Mike glared at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“Dare what? Tell the truth? Why? Because it hurts to look at? Sorry, but life is an ugly-fucking-affair.”

“Don’t stand there and act like I don’t love you!” Mike’s voice wobbled just a little. It could have been a trick of the light, but his eyes looked kind of wet. “Where have you been, Slater?” 

Slater’s throat hurt. A lump that felt like a tennis ball was lodged in his esophagus. “Around.”

[lustagel]

𓂃 your smile ˖ ݁ joel miller ⊹ sfw content.

 ❜୧ when ellie met joel she understood he was just gonna be out for her neck, but she never expected him to be dating such a sunshine— or anyone for that matter.

c. ellie x reader (platonic). no description of reader but it kinda puts forth that your clumsy. grumpy x sunshine trope. kissing (you kissed his cheek). is based around episode one — gif credits: rightful owner (can’t find @, sorry) !

k. another bae that i haven’t written about, but just to let y’all know he’s mine, i decided to.

ellie rather hated joel. she had no choice, he was so stuck up and an asshole that she just wanted to sock him in the face any minute. she thought about it even when they first met in the hall all the way until they reach his apartment. at his apartment, joel “politely” let ellie go in first and she quickly realizes it’s a trap when he doesn’t step in after her.

“stay put,” joel says before closing the door behind himself.

“what the fuck!?” she yells but the door was already shut. she had no room to protest anymore so she just spent her mean time looking around the front room.

she found some junk—well at least junk to her, a top 60s radio hits book and some photos of him and some woman. the photos laid in a stack but ellie interrupted their formation by flipping through them. some were photos of just the woman, smiling sweetly or they were of joel and her, her being the one taking the picture. they were cute but she couldn’t tell what they were to each other until one photo— the last one in the stack to be specific. 

it was one of him and the beautiful woman standing in front of a cabin. ellie could tell easily that there was nothing behind them but earth. she doubted they even had service. the two people stood close, front bodies touching. the woman’s arms were wrapped around joel’s neck to lean him down to her short, compared to him, height. they both looked lost in each other’s eyes, but mostly joel to ellie. the way his normal frowned face was soft, relaxed and smiling ellie could tell he was in bliss.

she wondered why he was so stuck up the ass now. “tess!” ellie hears joel call in the halls to his friend before he stumbles back into the apartment, face more frowned then before. “fuck,” he whispers, throwing his book bag on the couch. “so… who’s the woman?” she asks immediately after, not caring if she pissed him off more. he’s confused and she holds up the pictures up between her thumb and index finger with raised eyebrows.

“what, does it matter?” he mumbles before snatching the photos from her grasp. soon after, joel and ellie hears slight rustling on the other side of the wall where the bed sat. the rustle wasn’t the only thing that let the two know there was someone else present but the sound of footsteps did too.

“joel?” you call, walking into the front room where ellie tries to stop her jaw from dropping on the floor. ellie instantly knows you as the woman in the pictures. after wiping the sleep from your eyes, you spot ellie and you smile.

“joel, who’s this?” you asked, excited to see a new face.

“this is umm…” he silently debated on whether to tell you but knows you’ll figure it out eventually. “ellie.” your face seems to brighten more at her name. the way your smile is making ellie’s heart melt makes her think joel kidnapped you and force you to be his. no, not that the smile was forced but that it was sooo sweet, like candy.

“hi, ellie!” you chuckled, walking over to her, excitement in your steps. she could only look at you in confusion and a bit of admiration. ellie wondered how someone so sweet could be dating a grumpy old man like him.

“i’m y/n. make yourself at home. i’ll go get us some water, ya?” you smile before turning around to see if joel wanted anything but he doesn’t say anything so you go the walk past him towards the kitchen but he’s quick to stop you.

“there’s no need to do that, sweetheart,” he says, sweetly and ellie can’t believe it. at his voice, you stop quickly in front of him.

“why? she’s a guest,” you explain, and joel lightly sighs. he loved your sweet soul, it always seemed to brighten his day on his lowest, but sometimes he had to be the one to level you a bit. yes, you could take care of yourself but sometimes you were kind to the wrong people.

“i’d like some water, if that helps,” ellie shrugs, sitting down in the chair in the corner with a teasing grin to joel who only glares at her. ellie being the “wrong people” as he knew of, for now.

“see! i’ll be quick, promise,” you smile so big and pretty up at him. his eyes soften at the looks of you, and ellie catches it. there is no way, she thinks.

as quick as the debate started, it ended like it always did. he could never really stop you from being… well, you. “fine… just don’t hurt yourself getting the cups,” he sighs and you nod, kissing him on the cheek quickly before heading to the kitchen (which is like 5 steps away from where they are).

without much thought, ellie whispers something to herself. “there’s no way.” joel hears, as he walks over to the couch. “what?” he questions, and ellie could only stare at him in disbelief. “there’s no way she’s your wife. she’s too sweet,” she shakes her head, giving a quick glance to you, who was now humming something softly to yourself as you grabbed a cup from the shelve.

ellie hadn’t noticed joel had laid down and closed his eyes until he had mumbled out a “shut up” to her, forcing her to look his way. before she could whisper out something else, you turn around. two cups of water in hand, you walk over to her, looking at the cups the entire time to make sure it doesn’t spill.

once you make it to her, she takes it with a light smile. “thank you,” ellie says and you nod. you take a seat at the wooden table and sip on the glass of water you got for yourself.

“are you two… a thing?” ellie asks, slight disgust on her face as she looks between you and sleeping joel. you lightly laugh at her choice of words, and you nod. “yeah, we’re married,” you replied. as if someone is telling her something mind blowing, she sits up more in her chair. “how? he’s such an asshole,” she rolls her eyes at the man who’s mumbling lightly in his sleep, steps away from her.

“he’s a big teddy bear, i swear. he just acts grumpy some times is all,” you shrug, giving a glance to him. she sees the warmth in your eyes become warmer. “sometimes?” ellie mumbles under her breath before turning her attention to the window. “what was that?” you ask and she’s quick to snap her head back around. “nothing,” ellie smiles timidly.

[moonlightsolo]

Hi-yo! Hope you don't mind, but could you make a romantic Steve Harrington x reader? Like uh, when Steve gets pulled in the water gate, reader spends no time in jumping in after him and saving him? Maybe taking care of his wounds after they're out? The last bit is totally optional! Have a great week!

the dive

wc: 3.5k

warnings: blood, yelling, injuries, mild language, angst, pure stress, weird bat things, steve being a dad & major szn 4 spoilers!!!

pairing: steve harrington x reader

a/n: fyi, i love nancy but she just doesn't exist in this scenario. reader essentially replaces her!! also i hope you have a great week as well :)

“dustin! can you slow down? dustin?!” eddie yells at the kid who’s flying through the brush of the forest. the haywire compass has lead everyone to lovers lake. 

“you gotta be shitting me…” steve breathes out in disbelief, “yeah.” you agree as you stare out at the vast inky water. 

the group behind you mumbles about dustin’s theory about a gate in the water. wherever someone dies, a gate opens- and you have a feeling it’s correct. 

you bend down near the water, it’s as still as the night as you watch it hit the muddy shore gently. 

“hey! come on. we found a boat!” eddie calls for you, gesturing with his hand for you to move.

you look over at the group, seeing steve and eddie holding onto the edge of the boat as robin steps inside of it. a defeated sigh puffs from your lips, knowing you’re gonna somehow get stuck on it with all of them.

next is eddie, who clambers on then holds his hand out for you to take. 

“come on.” eddie makes a come here motion with his four fingers. 

“do i really have to?” you whine.

steve’s behind you still holding onto the boat so it doesn’t float away without you two. he releases one hand to tap the back of your clothed thigh, “come on.” steve urges you to move. 

you slap your hand down into eddie’s and he pulls you into the rocky boat, but not without a little squeal leaving your lips. “thanks.” you mumble as you plop down in the back of the boat.

dustin goes to get on, but munson quickly shuts him down, “hey, hey, hey. you trying to sink us? this thing holds three people tops, okay?” 

dustin’s face falls with anger, “it’s my goddamn theory.”

“compass.” eddie’s hand reaches out. dustin’s shoulders rise and fall in defeat as he internally throws a tantrum. he slams it down into his hand with a puff of angry breath. 

“here.” steve throws a heavy backpack at dustin and hits him right in the face, “ow.”

steve kicks off with his foot, causing the boat to soar in the water, then plops next to you. “you said three!” dustin yells. 

“sorry.” steve whispers with a shrug and sympathetic look. 

“bedtime at nine, kiddos!” robin screams which dustin returns with flipping the whole boat off. 

“miss you already!” you add, which causes eddie and robin to snicker. they continue to row down the middle of the lake, the compass now in your hands. 

“wait, slow down guys.” you say to them, the compass needle now spinning crazily in your hand. 

steve leans over your shoulder to look at it, slightly leaning into your body. you can’t help but feel your breath get caught in his throat from his close proximity. 

“guy, what’s going on?” dustin’s voice crackles through the radio.

“uh… dustin your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital aaah!” robin speaks into the walkie talkie. 

steve begins to pull his shoes and socks off, making everyone’s eyes shoot towards him. 

“steve, what are you doing?” concern is laced in the tone of your voice. 

“well, somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” 

your hand flies to his arm, gripping his bicep with eyes wide, silently pleading him to not go. he starts listing off how he’s the only one who meets the requirements to go; how he was the co-captain of the swim team and a certified life guard for three years. 

“it’s gotta be me no complaints all right?” he looks around, catching your eyes then looking away with a deep breath.

“hey, i’m not complaining. i do not wanna go down there.” eddie almost says with humor laced in his voice.

eddie empties a grocery bag into the bottom of the boat and wraps a flashlight in the plastic. 

steve stands up to pull his shirt off, the boat rocks slightly on the dark water. you can’t help but look up, his back muscles are right in your face. so close, you could reach out and touch them. 

“hold onto this?” steve looks back at you, pulling you out of the trance, “yeah, yeah of course.”

eddie hands him the flashlight as he tosses his yellow shirt onto your lap. “good luck.” eddie mumbles as he holds his cigarette between his lips. 

harrington rolls his shoulders in preparation to jump into the lake, “steve?” he looks back at you when he hears your voice, “be careful.” 

he gives you a sweet smile and a nod before diving into the water. you crawl to the edge of the boat, watching the ray of his flashlight become dimmer and dimmer as he goes deeper. 

“breathe, y/n. your lover boy will be fine.” eddie comments.

“he’s not my lover boy, munson.” you grumble after you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“whatever you say.” he mumbles as he attempts to light the cancerous stick in his mouth. 

“gross.” robin yanks it away and throws it in the water at the bottom of the boat. it goes out with a sizzle.

your leg jumps tirelessly up and down, causing a slight vibration to be sent through the boat, “can you relax? we’re all nervous and you’re just making it worse.” 

robin hits eddie’s arm, “cut her some slack. the love of her life just dived into the abyss.”

“love of my life? really?” you scoff in annoyance. 

“i see the way you both look at each other. it’s so obvious.” she laughs along with eddie. you just ignore their torment. 

of course you’ve had the biggest crush on king steve since freshman year. then when you somehow got tied up with eleven and her superpowers and the dimensional monster bullshit, you fell in love with him. the babysitter, the hero. 

“closing in at a minute.” you mumble as you glance down at the watch wrapped around your wrist.

bubbles popping at the surface catch your attention then a very soaked steve emerges with a loud gasp. 

“oh christ!” eddie yelps. 

“i found it!” he exclaims as he swims toward the boat, gripping the edge. “you found it?!” you blurt out in unison with robin. 

“i found it… yeah- i found it.” he pants softly, obviously out of breath as he holds onto the side. 

“dustin, you are goddamn einstein. steve found the gate.” robin speaks into the walkie-talkie, but receives no response from the other side. 

“it’s pretty wild. it’s more of a snack sized gate then the mama gate, but still it’s pretty damn big.” he breathes heavily with a triumphant smile. 

you go to respond but his body gets jerked underneath the water again. you, robin and eddie clamor towards the side in a panic.

everything happens too quickly. 

steve surfaces for one moment, pulling himself up against the side of the boat. he looks at you guys with a concerned look before he’s pulled under again. you scream his name loudly as your hand reaches in the water in attempt to grab him, but he’s gone. 

“steve!” robin screams.

“what the hell was that, man?” 

it takes you two seconds to decide your next move. you stand up in the boat, looking down at the bubbles popping on the surface. 

“wait wait wait! you’re not going in there are you?” eddie grabs your wrist. you look back at him, seeing his eyes full of fear for you and his friend.

“i have to.” you pull away from him, not wasting any more time before diving in after steve. 

the water is cold, sending a shock down your spine. the lake water bites at your eyes when you open them, but need to see where he could have gone. you can’t lose him. 

you swim as fast as you ever had. your muscles ache as you tread through the water, even with the fear coursing through your body you continue down.

a bright red hue catches your eye, it must be the gate. as the dirt settles in front of you, your eyes widen at the sight it reveals. 

a deep slit is cut into the earths core, it almost seems as if it’s pulsating. fish carcasses litter the floor around it as if something discarded them from the inside of it.

your hand experimentally reaches to touch the entrance and it seems as if it’s suctioning you in. a muffled scream leaves your lips as your wrist is engulfed by the little tentacles. it pulls you through its gooey weaved appendages. 

you continue to scream until air hits your face. your lungs expand as you take in a sharp breath. your eyes shoot open to take in the new world around you. 

you’re sitting on the parched ground where the lake would be, but it’s shriveled up into nothing. black slithering vines cover the ground, the sky flashes red and thunder booms above you. 

the air feels thick in your lungs from the debris floating around you. suddenly you see steve standing up from behind a large pile of the inky vines. “oh my god.” you whisper to yourself.

“steve!” you scream, voice echoing as you scramble to your feet to sprint toward him. you can feel your feet sliding from underneath you from the muck, but you pick yourself back up and continue racing towards him. 

his head snaps towards you, his face drops as if his eyes are deceiving him, “oh my god! steve!” you scream again as your body collides with his. 

his dirt covered arms instantly wrap around your body, your damp clothes sticking to his skin. your hand cups the back of his head, holding him against you. 

“what the hell. i thought you died. oh my god. are you okay?” you pull back to look at him, your hands touching his face to make sure he’s really there. 

“i mean- my back got pretty scratched up when i got dragged in here… i just can’t believe you came after me that fast. my god.” he laughs in disbelief. 

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

steve’s eyes light up from your words, a smile growing on his face. he goes to respond, but a loud screech in the sky takes away from your moment.  

a bat like creature is barreling towards you both. then another snarl sounds from the sky on the other side, and another… and another. 

“oh shit.” he mutters as he pushes you behind him for cover. 

your eyes dart around for a weapon, spotting a beach ridden boat full of vines and oars sticking out. you pull away from behind steve, dodging the swooping attack from creature and grabbing the wooden object. you bring your knee up to crack the oar in half, splintering it so it was sharp on one side.

you throw steve one of the halves, which was perfect timing. he swings and hits one of the creatures perfectly with a grunt. it hits the ground but lifts off to fly again. 

“watch out!” he shouts at you. 

your head whips towards the incoming attack, hitting it straight on with your weapon. “fuck!” he screeches as another one takes the opportunity to latch onto his side. it’s long tail wraps itself around his throat in attempt to disarm him.

you drop your weapon to run up to him, ripping the thing off with a loud squelch. it’s loud screech makes your ears ring, numerous teeth chomping down on the air until it catches your wrist, “ow! fuck! shit!“

you throw it to the ground, “you. little. fucker!” stomping on it with your foot repeatedly before looking away to find your next attacker. 

“that was badass.” steve comments with a sly smirk which makes you laugh until you notice his side. you see nothing but blood seeping out of him, “are you okay?”

“i’ll be fine. i hope. are you?” he notices the blood dripping down your arm and off of your fingers. the crimson color staining the ground. 

another monster comes swooping behind you, “duck!” steve yelps, making you fall to the ground. he holds the splintered oar like a bat and slams it into the side of the creatures head. 

it completely pierced right through its body, causing it to fall to the ground. “holy shit.” you whisper, now sitting on the ground looking up at steve. 

“come on. get up, get up! there’s more coming.” steve’s voice is panicked as he ushers you off the ground by helping you up. 

“we need to get out of here.” you mumble, each other’s backs pressed against each other as you slowly spin to take in the amount of them in the sky barreling towards you. 

“guys!” robin and eddie scream as they run. relief washes over you both, “oh my god they really came after us.”

you grab another oar from underneath a vine, grunting as you rip it out from its grip. you crack that one in half as well and throw the pieces towards them. 

“come on! we have to go!” you run towards one of the incoming bats, hitting it like a baseball. as you go to walk towards the gate, the creatures fly down to guard it. “all right. there’s not that many. we can take them.” steve’s chest continues to rise and fall. 

a large flock of these creatures are circling above, screeching and snarling. “you were saying?” robin comments. the sight makes your blood run cold and fear strike your nerves.

all of you make a beeline towards the shore, right where dustin, lucas, and max would be if you weren’t stuck in the upside down right now. 

you continue to swing at the bats but somehow one finds it away by attaching to your back. you scream as it’s nails dig into your skin, his teeth savagely bite at your hair in attempt to hurt you. 

“get it off me! get it off!“ you bend over and attempt to shake it off. 

eddie grunts as he hits the thing on your back with a loud smack, it whimpers as it flies away towards the lightning. 

“christ. are you okay?” steve pants as his hands grab your shoulders to look at your face. 

“we need to go right fucking now! right now!” eddie panics as continues to run with robin towards the forest. 

steve intertwines his fingers with yours to pull you away, sprinting towards the trees. you all run up the hill into the brush towards skull rock, sliding into the hiding spot underneath. 

the creatures sounds mix with the thunder clapping eerily above. all four of you huddle against the side of the rock, shivering from the chilly air and the adrenaline in your veins. 

“please go away. please go away. please go away.” you mumble to yourself, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. 

your uninjured arm nurses your wounded one, holding it as you feel the wetness of your own blood soaking into the fabric of your top. 

the sound of the monsters chatter fades away as they give up their search. “oh okay. that was close.” robin says as she slowly climbs out of the hiding spot to make sure the coast is clear. 

“yeah. too close.” eddie adds as he follows her. 

you stand up, leaning against the rock for support as you look up at the sky that flashes red. 

“oh sh…shit..” steve slurs his speech as he stumbles into the rock in front of you. “oh god steve! are you okay?” you scramble over to him, looking over his body. 

“i’m fine. i’m fine.” his voice croaks out in pain.

“no, no. no you’re not. don’t tell me you’re fine. you’re losing a lot of blood.” he turns his body to lean his back against the rock. 

“so are you.” he chuckles and gestures towards your arm. 

“it’s nothing. let me help you.” you begin to rip at the flannel you’re wearing, making a makeshift bandage for the time being. you ignore the pain thumping in your wrist as you continue to rip at the fabric so it’s long enough for steve.

robin comes up from behind you both, rambling about rabies and how if steve wants to punch her it’s a symptom. 

“robin. i kinda wanna punch you.” steve breathes out heavily. 

“your sense of humor is still intact. that’s a good sign.” she laughs softly, mostly in fear. 

“this is gonna hurt. i’m so sorry.” your eyes look up at him with sympathy. 

“just do it.” he leans forward a bit so you can wrap it around his waist. he hisses from the contact, a soft pitiful whine bubbles past his lips. he runs his hands through his damp hair as he breathes heavily.

the sound hurts your heart, “i’m so sorry.” you whisper softly, tucking the strands into the top to secure it. 

steve’s hand gently grips your wrist that’s hurt, turning it over to look at the puncture marks. “take off your jacket. let me help you.”

he slowly falls to his knees and pulls you down along with him. he helps you out of your flannel, using the rest of his strength to rip another long strip of fabric off of it. 

“hold onto me, okay?” your free hand grips his thigh as he wraps your wound. “jesus christ!” your eyes blow wide as you look down at your arm and back up at steve. 

“you make it look so easy! how?!” you sigh in relief when he pulls away from your arm. “let me see your neck.” he gestures with his head for you to turn to the side. his fingers gently touch your jaw to guide your head to the side to examine you.

once he’s done cleaning up the wounds on your back, he looks up at you. his has a look in his eye you've only seen with him looking at nancy with.

“harrington?” you question, your hands now resting on both of his thighs.

“even covered in blood and dirt, you’re still beautiful.” he mumbles with a smile, which takes you by surprise. 

“steve…” you breathe out. 

“i’m sorry. i just thought i’d tell you since we’re both kind of on our death bed.” he jokes with a small nervous laugh. 

you know this isn’t the time or place to spark a new found romance with your childhood crush- but you can’t help but want to kiss him. inter-dimensional goo and all. 

“i really want to kiss you.” you whisper into the air between your faces that are somehow growing closer; as if a magnet is pulling them closer. 

one of steve’s hands lifts to cup your jaw, his finger softly swipes across the angled bone as he pulls you closer. it seems like every one of your nerve ending is exploding with fireworks.

“then kiss me.” his breath is now hitting your lips, so close, if you moved the wrong way your lips would brush against each other’s. 

you finally close the gap, your arms moving to loop around his neck. his lips move against yours expertly, as if he’s been kissing you for eternity. if it was a movie, ‘space age love song’ by a flock of seagulls would play in the background because it was that perfect. 

when you pull away, his eyes flutter open to look at you in the most obscene way. it makes your stomach flutter even more if that was humanely possible. 

slow clapping sounds from beside you, “finally! we were worried we’d have to deal with your sexual tension the whole time we’re stuck in here together!” ed throws his head back with an over-exaggerated cackle. 

“seriously. i’m sooooo happy for you guys, but we should try to find a way out of here.” robin says with a big grin and a laugh. 

steve nods in agreement, the biggest sheepish smile on his stupid, pretty little face. all because of you. 

“yeah, let’s get out of here. we need to get you all stitched up, harrington.” you stand up and outstretch a hand for him to take. he slides his into yours and you help pull him up from the ground. 

“my house is close by. we can hang out there for a little, yeah?” you suggest to the group who nods in agreement. eddie hands steve his denim vest for his ‘modesty’ which is quite funny.

steve hangs on you, keeping you against his side as you walk through the forest. whether it’s because he wants you close, or he needs something to lean on. you don’t care, you soak up every little touch.

his hand rubs circles on your upper arm soothingly, and he checks in on you constantly. you continue to keep an eye on his side to make sure he’s not bleeding out. 

“we’re almost there.“ you reassure him. 

younger you would have never guessed your first kiss with steve harrington would be in the upside down. it was grimy and nothing like you imagined, but it was perfect and beautiful in every way. 

deep down, throughout all of steve’s relationships he always kept an eye on you. obviously, he was loyal to his current girlfriends, but when you joined the little demogorgon hunting party with nancy and jonathan- he was excited to get to know you finally. 

all he’s thinking about is being able to kiss you again with no pain in his side, no annoying sidekicks and no upside down.

[luveline]

baby fever, part 3 [remus lupin x reader]

"You like that?"

“I like it,” you practically babbled.

“I know you do, baby.”

tags: marauders era, smut, nsft, friends with benefits with feelings, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader, 18+ only please [12k]

chapter list

It was Marlene's birthday this weekend.

You and Marlene weren’t especially close as cousins go. You liked each other, looked out for each other when you could and told each other the gossip when you had it, but you didn’t hang out or plan to go places together, so you weren’t sure what to get her as a gift.

You were in James' kitchen. Lily took Harry for a day out with her mother and Sirius was busy at the farmer's market. You had no idea where Remus was and felt as though asking James would be enough for him to crack you open.

He'd invited you over on the pretense of needing "smaller hands" for the frog Palace. You didn't think your hands were all that small, but it was only an excuse, so far. You hadn't even seen the Palace yet, and you'd been there for two hours.

He had a radio screeching away in the other room, muggle rock, Sirius' doing. The day was brisk and bright, the Potter kitchen shining a blinding white despite how homely and welcoming it was. James was suggesting gift ideas.

"Is she in need of a pet? I know a guy who owns upwards of 11 frogs."

"I can't regift her one of Harry's frogs."

James flopped back in his chair, long hand braced against his forehead in stress. "Good lord. I can't do this anymore, Y/N. It's just too many frogs."

You leaned your elbow on the table, chin in your hand.  "You're not very grateful."

"Be careful of your next words, love."

"It can't be that hard. Surely they just live in your garden and eat grass and swim a bit."

"It can't be that hard! You won't mind taking one home then?" he said, kicking his heel against the floor.

You hesitated. "As much as I would love to say yes, I'm sure one jump towards me would do my nerves in."

"Yes, you are rather flighty."

You grumbled at him. "That's not the word I would use."

"What word would you use?"

You were silent.

"Jumpy?" he supplied.

"I don't want to speak to you anymore."

"Suits me."

You giggled, bringing your drink to your mouth in an effort to hide it.

"Flinch-prone?"

"That's terrible," you criticised, swallowing.

He flashed a brilliant grin at you, pushing out of his chair. "Come on, let's sort these frogs out before Lily's back."

It was an easy task that he had for you. The frog Palace was smart, a little wooden home filled with leaf litter and a swimming pool. You were almost in awe, not having expected such a fuss. Your job was to fit the window-shaped holes with tiny plastic windows.

It was punishing on your hands. Within half an hour you were bleeding under one of your fingernails, full of splinters and slightly agitated.

"This is ridiculously fiddly," you complained.

James was searching for frog number 7. "But what an excellent grade you'll get on your assignment, Miss McKinnon."

You pushed a window into the little frame, tugging and pushing and tugging so it fit just right. He must've measured and cut each on with care as they fit so snugly. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, feeling fond. What an excellent father he had turned out to be.

You gasped. Where you hadn't been looking, hadn't been careful, you'd forced the thick plastic on both sides and it had snapped down the middle, catching the meat of your palm unforgivingly.

You pulled a sharp edge from your hand, watching in surprise as a big bead of blood came with it. The bloody trail traveled down your hand and soiled the cuff of your jumper.

"Flighty," James said again pointedly. He trudged over from his search to assess the damage. "Need to clean that for sure. Quick, no! Leave the windows. We'll fix it after. Get inside."

You felt immeasurably guilty. "Sorry, James. I wasn't looking, I'll-"

"Shush, would you? They were easy to make."

He led you back into the kitchen with your wet shoes, pouring hydrogen peroxide over the small wound. You hissed, eyes burning with unshed tears.

"That hurt more than the cut itself," you whined.

James laughed at you. "I bet it did."

"Don't laugh, I'll never help you out again."

He put a much too small plaster over the cut and tapped it with his finger. "Boom, fixed. You're welcome."

The front door pushes open, a voice calls down the hallway. "Prongs, do you have any - Y/N?"

"Hi, Remus," you said, tucking your injured hand out of sight.

He looked as handsome as ever despite ashen face, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, though he'd phoned you a few times, as you'd been busy making final changes for your book.

"Hi yourself. Finally escaped?"

"Yeah, no work for me for a few days."

"Oh, brilliant. I was thinking we could-"

"Is this the royal 'we'?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.

Both you and Remus made eye contact and burst out laughing.

James was immensely testy from that moment on. “I hate you both. I wish I never let you mess around. Now I get ganged up on by literally everyone in my life.”

“You didn’t let us do anything, Prongs. Y/N’s a big girl, she makes her own decisions.”

“Totally,” you said, enjoying how the further tag-teaming was distressing James. “We’re all grown up, Dad. Stop ruining our lives.”

James threw his hands up in the air and stomped off up the stairs.

“Shall we follow him?” you asked.

“No, he’s alright. What’s with the hand?”

“Oh, this?” you asked, holding your hand up. “Toad palace.”

“Fucking toad palace,” Remus said under his breath. He took your hand in his, turning it left and right. “He’s ruined your lovely hands.”

Your hands were battered. “I have splinters,” you said unhappily.

Remus turned to look through the first aid kit James had left open by the sink. He procured a pair of steel tweezers.

He took your hand in his with the delicate touch you’d come to expect from him. Your eyes drifted to the skin stretched taut over his knuckles. He had nice hands, and it was hard to forget what they’d done to you the last time you’d been intimate. You shifted from foot to foot.

“Will it hurt?”

He looked up from examining your hand. “What? Maybe a little. Don’t worry, dove, I’ll be gentle.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

He stood so close you could see the smallest squint of his eyes, the barest of smiles. “I thought you liked it like that.”

He pulled a tiny splinter from your index finger, then another.

“This can’t possibly be safe for the frogs,” he murmured.

James stomped all the way downstairs. “For you, Sir Moony, my finest pepper-up. Bon appetit.”

He was still focused on your hands, but he managed a distracted thanks out the side of his mouth. James was pleased enough, flicking the kettle on with a wave of his wand. The kettle began to whistle obediently.

Remus must’ve managed to remove tens of splinters by the time James had made tea. Your hands felt worse for it, and your nails were still ragged and chipping. You’d have to take special care of them for weeks now. Still, anything for friendship.

Remus was discreet in taking the pepper-up potion. He looked a little better quickly, color coming back into his face.

“Rough night?” you asked.

“Just tired,” he said softly. He looked more than tired, like the energy had been stolen from him completely. You felt yourself soften, wanting to offer some comfort but not knowing how. Whatever it was that was ailing him, he could handle it. He’d done so for years now before you knew him. He was a tough dude.

Your eyebrows pinched together in sympathy despite yourself. James jostled your shoulder.

“He’s fine. Stop worrying so much, Y/N. He’ll be right as rain to knock your socks off in a few days.”

You felt your mouth open of its own accord. “I don’t care if he’s alright to fuck me, dickhead. I care how he is, he’s my friend.”

“Friend who can’t stop having sex with you at my house.”

“Technically, last time wasn’t here,” Remus piped up, stretching. “Only the seduction.”

“Brilliant,” James said. “That makes me feel much more clean.”

You wanted to say something witty, funny, impress them, but all you could think of was Remus. You blushed, putting your face in your hands. They’d be the end of you.

-

“You’ll be at Marlene’s this weekend?” you asked Remus, struggling with the zip on your coat with your hurting nails.

He frowned, reaching forward to do it for you. “No, I… I have some things to do.”

The way he’d hesitated, like he’d gone to say something else, gave you pause. You picked stray hairs off your skirt, trying to sound nonchalant. “That’s alright. I’ll miss you there. I mean - not that I miss you. Or that I don’t!” you panicked. “Just that it will be boring without you.”

He still looked poorly. He placed both hands on your shoulders, eyes warm. “I’ll miss you too. Next weekend?”

“Okay,” you said, voice high.

“Good,” he said. You waited for a kiss goodbye that never came, watching him walk down to the disapparation point sullenly.

“You’re in trouble,” James said.

“Tell me about it,” you murmured under your breath.

-

You didn’t look as nice the night of Marlene’s party as you had at other parties. You knew exactly what it meant when you couldn’t be bothered to dress up. You’d been on nail repair for days, trying to salvage them. They were shorter than before and the skin a-of your hands was still battered but you’d repainted them to a nice shiny, blushy pink to stay natural.

You wore simple beige trousers, a desaturated blue vest top with lace trim and a darker blue shirt over the top, unbuttoned. You did your hair with little care for perfection.

You’d decided to get Marlene a bottle of her favourite alcoholic drink in the end, feeling like a bad cousin.

There weren’t many familiar faces to be seen that night. Lily had stayed home with Harry, James and Sirius were similarly absent along with Remus. You entertained small talk with the Longbottom’s for an hour and then went home, unhappy with the realisation you came to.

You didn’t really seem to have many friends.

School friends weren’t the same anymore. You knew each other, but now that you didn’t see each other every day of the week, there was nothing to say.

Remus had a life, a big one, outside of you, and of course you knew that without any malicious force. But you felt sad that you didn’t have that yourself.

You called him the next morning, feeling lonely but not wanting to show it, craving his attentions.

He sounded like he’d been dragged through the wringer.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine," he said, sounding like he didn't believe it himself.

You could hear a voice in the background, manly, not familiar. You squeezed your eyes closed. You knew he had other lovers. You knew that ever since the first time. Still you hadn't expected him to answer the phone while a guy was still there.

"Are you, are you busy?"

"No, Y/N. Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to hear your voice." Admitting that, knowing he wasn't alone, made you feel as though you might throw up.

You pushed the hard pretzels you'd been snacking on away, abruptly as your appetite fled you.

"Are you sure? Do you want to come over?"

"Now?" you asked, flabbergasted.

"Sure. My dad's going home soon."

Your hand flew to your mouth. You leaned your head against the wall, hitting your forehead repeatedly.

"What's that sound?"

"It's nothing. Nothing. Are you sure you're well enough for visitors?"

"Visitors," he repeated, laughing to himself. You didn't understand why. "Come over."

"Yeah, okay."

"See you soon." Click.

You rubbed the red spot on your head and a manic laugh bubbled out of you. Godric, you'd drive yourself to madness over this boy. His father of all people.

You thought about how you felt as you got dressed. It wasn't fair for you to be upset over his sex life, was it? You'd never agreed to any exclusivity. Especially when he wasn't even having sex to begin with, he was just sick. Flaring up while you gnaw yourself to the bone from envy.

You felt so guilty and embarrassed about being jealous that you had to lean over the railing by his flat and breathe through your nose until your heartbeat regulated.

It took you a long time to remember what floor he lived on and longer for him to open the door.

It was a fascinating sight. He was tired, leaning against the wall. Soft t-shirt full of holes and two day stubble.

You dropped your bag on the floor, wrapping your arms around him lightly. He hugged you back with one arm.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you pulled away quickly. "Nothing, I'm sorry."

You encouraged him to get back into bed, and he did, although he refused to lie down. "I can sit, Y/N. I'm not that ill."

He was bleeding through his shirt. You didn't know whether to mention it. He didn't even look like he had enough energy to get hurt, so why was he?

You'd seen his naked chest. He had all types of scars, all lengths, no part of him untouched. You looked at him, thinking. Sick all the time, covered in scars like claws.

It clicked so suddenly you had to turn your head to look away from him.

Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Last night had been the full moon.

Oh, Remus, you thought. You were overpowered by the ache to hug him, but you settled for sitting by his side, throwing one leg over his. Moony, you thought. ‘It's a long story.’

"Is there anything I can do?" you asked him, staring up into his face.

He assessed your expression. "I'm alright. I promise you."

"You just look so tired," you said weakly, chuckling. You lifted a hand to push the hair from his face though you knew you shouldn't.

"I'll be okay in a few days."

"Until the next time."

"Until next time," he agreed. He took your hand into his. "I wish you'd tell me what's wrong."

"You're half bed-ridden bugging me about how I am," you laughed, squeezing his hand. "Sort out your priorities."

"I like my priorities."

“Whatever,” you mumbled, sliding down so you were flat on your back.

“Forgive me, but you seem cranky today.”

“I’m not cranky, I’m worried about you.”

Remus laid down too, hissing. He moaned when he finally came to a stop, turning his head so you were face to face. You frowned at him again. The little bleeding spot on his shirt hadn’t gotten any bigger so you left him alone on that front.

“Why’d you ask me over?” you asked, searching for a truth you didn’t actually want.

“I like your company,” he said, smirking. “Why’d you think?”

“Guess.”

“As much as I’d like to, I don’t think I could handle it. I can’t keep my eyes open,” he said lowly.

You left his bed in search of a book, intending to read aloud to cover your racing thoughts. He made a sound at your hands coming apart that he had no right to make. You picked up his roughed up cover of A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

It felt like something so special, you held it like a new born baby, despite evidence that suggested he might not be so kind to it. You sat down next to him again, flicking it open to the first page. He pressed his forehead against your knee.

You didn’t start reading immediately, content to scan through his annotation. He protested. “Read out loud, dove.”

You sighed like this was a great inconvenience to you.

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun…”

As you spoke, his hand crept up so that it was resting on your ankle, then your calf. His head fell, and not too long after he was asleep. You read aloud anyways until your voice cracked and your mouth tasted funny, too worried he might wake up.

Your back ached. You didn’t dare to move in case you jostled Remus. Plus, you liked watching him sleep. He was handsome even if he looked a bit peaky.

You suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad. Remus was a werewolf, you were almost sure of it. Why else could he be so sick and so injured at the same time now that he lived alone? And the full moon couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it?

You thought back to that conversation you had at the Potter Christmas party about puppies, laughing wetly. God, he probably thought you were so stupid.

You did really want his puppies, though. In the future.

He flinched in his sleep. You brought a hand to his face to rub his hair backwards, a repetitive motion, hand soft against his skin, pleased when he stilled again.

It must be so hard to be a werewolf. Because of people, but because it was your own body working against you, stealing your choice and your mind. You never felt as sad as you did at that time, not for yourself or anyone else in the world. The pain rippled in your chest. You thought back to small Remus, always so sick, and felt immeasurably upset. It wasn’t fair.

He’d shown you a lot of kindness and made you really happy for the last few weeks, and you would admit to yourself you fancied him madly. Despite this, you thought it was the kind of thing that would still make you sad. You inhaled harshly, looking up at the ceiling to blink away tears.

When you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you got to work. His flat was clean enough but you were going to make it shine. His clothes were organized in the way that a guy who hadn’t long ago been a teenager would so you refolded and pressed the corners. You washed every cup in the sink and scrubbed the floor down with a scouring sponge. You dusted every surface you could find.

He didn’t have a lot of food, but definitely enough for a soup. You called your mother from his telephone and had her whisper instructions on how to make something edible.

You cleaned up after yourself and set the soup to simmer on the stovetop. It was late evening by the time you’d finished, your arms aching. You didn’t let it get to you. Imagine what Remus is feeling right now, you thought. This was hardly hard work.

You climbed back into bed with him, curling in a ball so that his head was level with your sternum, like two interlocking commas, watching his chest move up and down.

You almost drifted off, hoping that when he woke up he’d feel better. He roused slowly, his movements alerting you. You pretended you hadn’t almost been sleeping yourself, and allowed him some privacy, continuing your charade by flipping the book open to a random page.

“Can you smell that?” he asked.

“What?” you whispered.

He opened his bleary eyes fully. “Did you make something?”

“Soup,” you answered, giving up on the book.

He pushed up onto an elbow. “What kind?”

“I just used what was in your freezer, mostly. Like minestrone without the pasta.”

“Hmm,” he said.

“How do you feel?”

“Less tired. Listen, you didn’t have to make anything.”

“I wanted to… if that’s okay.”

He looked adorable. “It’s okay. It’s nice. I forgot how nice you are.”

“You forgot?”

He backtracked. “I mean… in Hogwarts, you were the girl who would do anything for someone if they asked. Homework and tutoring and taking the heat. I don’t want to take advantage of your niceness.”

“I don’t remember being like that.”

“You wouldn’t, it’s second nature to you.”

You smiled affectionately at him. “You can rest easy, Remus. It’s just soup.”

“I’m talking about more than soup.”

‘’We’re friends, aren’t we? The ‘friends’ part of friends with benefits is caring about you.”

“And making me soup.”

“And making you soup, loser.”

“Don’t push it.”

-

You went home that night although he offered for you to stay. You had no idea if it was the right move to stay or leave so you made up a lie about seeing one of your friends. He called you the next day and the day after, both times sounding lethargic. The fourth day he sounded well enough.

You took the plunge.

“I made paella but it’s a really ridiculous amount because I don’t understand portion sizes. Do you want to come over and watch Rocky III on video?”

“Sure, Y/N.”

He looked happier when he arrived than he had in a while.

He had flowers. More than the single bloom he'd given you weeks ago, a bouquet. Ragged and windblown, but a bouquet all the same.

"It's to say thanks for organising my clothes. You folded my underwear, you weirdo."

You laughed nonsensically, bringing the flowers up to your nose. You actually knew this flower - gardenias. Big white gardenias with blue baby's breath.

"Thanks," you said breathlessly. "They're lovely."

You took one of the petals between your fingers lovingly. They felt soft as silk. When you looked up, Remus had a thoughtful look on his face.

Thankfully you'd had the good sense to clean your bedroom. You shouldered open the door, leaving him at the threshold. On your bedside table was a cup of water and the single violet rose he'd given you, still living unhappily. The cup was slightly too short for the bouquet but you didn't suppose it mattered, slotting them in. You'd only changed the water this morning so you hoped it would be fine.

You pushed the violet rose front and centre and turned to grin brilliantly at Remus.

"They're so nice. Thank you."

He ducked his head. “You’re welcome.”

“I have to heat up the paella again. Do you know how to do the VCR?”

“My mum was a muggle, so yes. I understand it just fine,” he said, smiling.

Was, he’d said. She wasn’t around anymore. Goodness, could things get anymore heartbreaking for this boy? you asked yourself.

“I watched a lot of videos when I was a kid,” he said.

“Really?” you asked, walking an inch apart.

“A lot. Like, a ridiculous amount.”

“You didn’t go out much?”

You were turned away from him, dishing out the paella into big bowls. When he didn’t answer you turned around to watch him fiddling with the tv.

“Not really,” he said eventually, as though settling for half an answer.

You nodded though he didn’t see. No, you couldn’t imagine he did.

“What was your favorite?

He hesitated. “Have you ever seen the Gnome-Mobile?”

“No,” you chuckled to yourself. “Somehow, that one escaped me.”

“I liked it very much. What was your favourite movie growing up?”

You thought about it as you pulled your wand out, casting a warming spell over your food. “I liked ‘Hello, Dolly!’”

“Hello, Rudey,” he began, not quite singing. “Well hello, Harry.”

“It’s so nice to be back home where I belong,” you sang back.

“You’re lookin’ swell, Manny.”

“I can tell, Danny.”

“You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you're still goin' strong!” you said together. He chuckled at your dramatic rendition.

“Dolly was so pretty. I was enamored with her - I wanted to be like her so badly I used to go in my mother’s room because she had one of those big stand up mirrors and I’d do all her sultry poses,” you told him, using a tea towel to carry the hot dishes into the living room.

You put them down on the coffee table. Remus had put Rocky III in the player no problem, waiting for you to come in before he pressed play on the player.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of one of the bowls. He followed your lead, though he didn’t cross his legs so much as you, keeping one leg straight.

“My mother loved Hello, Dolly!. She must’ve watched it a hundred times one summer,” he said quietly, with the steady voice of someone telling you something important.

You toyed with your food. Remus took a big bite. “She’s gone now?” you asked, knowing the answer.

“Last Autumn.”

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled at you earnestly. “It’s not your fault. She was sick for a long time.”

“I hope she didn’t hurt too much.”

“She didn’t.”

“What was her name?”

“Hope.”

You ate in silence for a while. You swallowed, hoping to fill the silence.

“And - and your father? What does he do?”

“He works for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since I was little.”

“He must be very important.”

“He’s always busy,” he said agreeably.

The movie went on. You gave up halfway through your paella to lie down on the floor. You ignored the television to stare at Remus. He was incredibly attractive like this, languid. You watched in unbridled adoration as his eyes followed the characters, his long lashes fluttering with his moving. He was a little stiff, probably from the injury to his chest from days ago and his transformation.

“...you gotta want to do it for the right reasons. Not for the guilt over Mickey, not for the people, not for the title, not for money or me, but for you. Just you. Just you alone.”

Every time you remembered he was a werewolf you felt a little twinge of pain, though as the days wore on and you got used to the idea you just felt acceptance. You wanted to tell him you knew and that it was okay, and you didn’t care what society said because he was beautiful and kind and gentle.

“And if I lose?”

His hand was stretched out across the floor, half an inch from your own. You really thought about ignoring it, turning your eyes away and watching the film like you knew you should, but you couldn’t. You stretched your hand forward as much as you were able, nudging his fingers with your own.

“Then you lose. But at least you lose with no excuses, no fear. And I know you can live with that.”

He threaded his fingers through yours without saying a word,

-

“I’ve never seen the movies before this,” Remus admitted once the film drew to a close.

You gasped at him. “Remus! Why didn’t you say?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” he laughed. You shook your head at him, stacking up your discarded plates and drinks to scrub in the sink.

“There’s a spell for that,” Remus teased.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Have you ever eaten from a plate that’s been cleaned with magic? It’s clean, but the mind knows you haven’t washed it.”

“The mind knows,” he echoed. “Stop, stop,” he grabbed the brush from your hand, “I’ll do that.”

“Then what will I do?”

“What do you usually do after dinner?” He said, turning the hot tap on.

There was no point in standing there to watch him. You went back to the living room to square up the cushions, push the coffee table into a straight line. What did you do after dinner? Usually you got ready for bed, finding ways to waste time until you were tired or bored enough to sleep.

You abandoned the living room for your bedroom in a plight for your nail care bag. It was only a small bag. A circle shaped tin of cuticle wax, a small dropper bottle of oil and the tapered angle brush you used to apply it, your sheer red-to-pink bottom coat and clear top coat.

You used the wax first. It had been a struggle to fix your skin since the splinter’s you’d suffered at James’ garden. You tucked one leg up to lean on, rubbing and wiping the wax until your cuticles felt suitably balmed.

You painted them next. Remus walked in, eyes softening at the sight of you blowing on your nails. He sat at the end of your bed.

“You want me to do yours?” you asked him.

“I’m not sure there’s a point, they’d be ruined by tomorrow.”

You laughed. Once the pinky bottom coat had dried, you unstoppered the top coat, using your utmost concentration to neatly paint to the edges of your nails.

If Remus was bored, he didn’t complain.

“You do this a lot?” he asked you.

“My ‘perfect hands’ need a lot of attention,” you said, quoting what he’d said after your frog palace injury. The cut to your palm had scarred now, a smooth pink triangle.

“I can think of other places that require attention,” he said, sidling up to your side.

“My nails are wet!” you protested, holding them up.

“You’ll have to stay very still,” he simpered, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Remus-“

“I know, it’ll be hard for you. I’ll make it up to you.”

You both laughed, thought you sounded more stressed out than he did. He moved to kiss you on the lips fully, achingly gentle, using his left hand to tilt your head, opening you up like a blooming flower. You could feel your pulse hammering through you.

He turned his head as though wading through water.

You felt silly doing nothing with your hands so you placed them down on the bed sheets.

He broke the kiss. “Be careful.”

It sounded more like a threat than a warning. You nodded without thinking, breathing hard.

His right hand was gripping your thigh, and as he nudged your face up to ruin your neck, it traveled higher, until your skirt was pooled against your stomach and if you could see, you knew your underwear would be exposed.

His teeth grazed your pulse point, his hand traced a line at the beginnings of your underwear. It was a monumental injustice that you could only sit there and be ravished.

You moved a hand and he pulled away. You mourned the loss of him.

“Don’t ruin your nails,” he reprimanded.

You put your hand back down obediently. He tried to keep a serious expression as he returned and failed. You could feel his smile against your skin as he kissed you.

“How long does that stuff take to dry?” he asked.

“Not long.”

“That’s too bad, I like playing with you like this.”

“I like being played with.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “You do, huh, pretty baby? You like it?”

“Yes,” you said, closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. A pretty girl like you should always say what she wants, and a guy like me should always give it to her.”

You loved when Remus spoke like this. It was so different from his polite, gentlemanly demeanour otherwise. You felt like you were in on some private secret.

He held your face in his hands, your own pressed into the mattress. He encouraged you backwards, towering over you to bring one knee between your legs.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.

You opened your eyes, saying in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. “Don’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it. Y/N,“ - his hands moved to your hair, pushing it all back from your face - “I’m not teasing you. You’re ethereal, understand?”

You swallowed, nodded.

“An angel,” he said. “Not just because we’re like this. Not because I want to fuck you.”

“But you will, won’t you?” you implored, pressing one of your fingertips atop the other. Your nails were dry.

“I’d do anything you asked me to,” he said.

You covered one of his hands with your own and smiled so wide it made your eyes squint shut. He kissed the edges of it, the the middle, kissing you so deeply you forgot to breathe. His knee inched up, up until you were whimpering in his mouth.

“You like that?”

You moved your hips down on him in answer. His hand came up under the edge of your shirt. He pushed his thumb deep into your skin, rubbing a half circle there. The simple motion stole your breath, made you feel more safe than anything else. Even when he wanted you he was tactile, loving even when he was rough.

He pushed his hand past the elastic of your underwear. His touch was so soft it tickled. You jumped under his touch. He smirked to himself at the wetness he found there.

“Oh, you’re done for.” He climbed off of you, pulling your skirt down as he went. You pulled your shirt over your head with your elbow and he helped pull it from your hair.

He leaned forward as if to start again and you stopped him. “I’m always the first to be naked,” you reached out, fingers at the bottom of his shirt. He let you pull it off without argument, though he was seemingly nervous at the sight of his own chest. You pressed your hand flat, touch light, against his chest, against scars.

He pulled his trousers off and then there you were, two idiots in underwear and socks, grinning at each other.

He pulled your socks off, kissing your ankle, your calf. He kissed the side of your knee and your thigh, and then he kissed your dampening underwear, right at the centre of you. You went a little dizzy with lust, barely processing that he was pulling your smalls off too.

You reached back to unclip your bra, exposing your chest. He licked your nipple and you held your breath. He blew cold air on you, laughing when your nipple peaked. He gave the other the same treatment, though this time he took you in his mouth to roll the bud between his teeth.

It sent butterflies straight to your abdomen and crotch. You pushed the hair out his eyes.

Pleased at his treatment he set you free with a lewd pop.

You sat up, intent on kissing him silly again before he could protest. He pulled you to him where he kneeled, wrapping his arms around your back. You folded your own arms around his neck, pleased at being higher up than he was.

You could feel the shape of him through his boxers pressed against your core. He rocked his hips, spreading slick everywhere. You broke the kiss to pant into the side of his neck, distracted by his moving. He lowered one hand, probing the soft skin of your cunt. He started with one finger although it quickly progressed to two as you were already relaxed from his wet-nails game.

His hand cupped the bottom of your arse. Each time he entered you the surface of his palm would hit your skin, causing a riot of goosebumps to spread up your back and thighs. He noticed.

“Cold?”

“No.”

He pulled his boxers down to his knees. You buck against him, too eager. Your legs were squeezing tight around his thighs, trying your hardest not to grind down on him. He let you do as you pleased, arms returning to your back, positioning you just so.

You whined, certainly not above begging if need be. Remus thrust up in response. You felt yourself tighten around the head of his dick, mewling at the ecstasy of him spreading you open on top of him.

You bounced on him, using his shoulders to push yourself up and let yourself drop back down. He enjoyed this, making sounds in your ears that felt like they’d put you in an early grave. You dropped down so harshly you hurt yourself, freezing in his lap.

He froze too at your pained gasp. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, eyes watering. “Too fast.”

“Here,” he said, pulling out. He pushed you back, back flat on the bed once again.  “Want to stop?”

“No,” you shook your head vehemently. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure, dove?”

“I’m sure, I swear it.”

He used the pad of his thumb to sweep circles on your aching clit. You can see his dick twitching at your panting breaths, gulping air to fight the sensation that was building.

You pushed your hips down, leaking cunt inching towards his dick. He braced himself on your hips and took it slow, spreading you open, laughing when your slick dribbled out. He was cautious, taking slow and shallow thrusts that had you sweating and begging him to move.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I hurt me. Please, go faster. Please,” the last please spurred him on, pleading as it was.

“Silly girl, this is why I tell you to stay still.”

“That’s ‘cos you like watching me squirm.”

He was refusing to bottom out, his thrusts quick, steady. Where he held himself above you, you watched his face contort in pleasure, his mouth opening as he rutted into you. You hooked your leg around his, arching your back in hopes of him fucking you deeper.

He took the hint, though he said, “tell me if I hurt you.”

“Doesn’t hurt,” you gasped out, hand gripping his arms so hard you worried you’d give him indentations from your fingernails. He stole your hand from his arm, the other from your side and held them high above your head, pressing them into the pillow. He rolled his hips forward in a deep thrust that hit the right spot.

“You like that? All fucked out like this, you’re fucking unbelievable. Unreal,” he said, voice silky smooth, his pelvis hitting you with enough force that the air rushed out of you.

“I like it,” you practically babbled.

“I know you do, baby.”

He used his free hand to abuse your clit, rough tight circles that brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away, letting your legs fall to the side as you realised your climax was fast approaching, your abdomen on fire with the wind up.

It felt as though you were reforming around him, melding to the shape of him, and you didn't mind one bit.

You should have probably told him before it happened but it came on so fast, you couldn’t find the will to take in a breath. It ripped from you, and with it, you whimpered, “Oh, fuck.”

Your cunt contracted around him involuntarily, meaning that every thrust he took felt as though it was spearing you apart. You couldn’t form thoughts, though your mouth ran free.

“Your mother should’ve washed your mouth out,” he chastened, still working circles.

Your hands were indisposed, held up, your mouth unable to say what you were thinking, the second orgasm already beginning to dawn. You curled your hands into fists in his grasp.

You were almost limp beneath him, occasionally able to fuck your hips against him. Your legs were shaking, Remus’ thrust getting sloppier. You felt useless beneath him.

“Please, Remus,” you asked, eyes half-lidded.

“Please what?”

“Please, will you cum in me?” you begged.

“You want me to fill you up? Fill you up with puppies?” He joked under his breath. You giggled with tears in your eyes as his hips stuttered against you.

“Please, please. I want it. I want it.”

“Fill you up with my baby, huh?”

You came as soon as he said it, the sound that escaped you almost panicked at the intensity of it, like you were trying to prevent it from happening - the force of it took you by surprise.

He was tired, you could tell, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. You tugged your hands free to pull his head down to your level and kiss his lips. He rested his forehead against yours.

“Please cum in me. Please,” you said.

He groaned, rutting into you until you were sopping full of his cum. He immediately deflated, collapsing into your chest. You brought your hands up to card through the hair at the back of his head, giggling at the feeling of his dick still inside you.

You felt as though one wrong move would send you over the edge, both of you catching your breath.

“You were more tired than I thought,” you said quietly.

“You come to my house looking like an angel when I can’t do anything about it and thought I wasn’t gonna fuck you as soon as I could? Grow up a bit, I beg,” he said.

“Someone’s cranky,” you said, teasingly moving your hips around him. He hissed.

“I would’ve given you head, just say the word.”

He tightened his arms around your waist. You liked the weight of him on top of you.

“As generous an offer as that is, your cunt is addictive. And your face. And the sounds you make,” he said, rolling off of you. You missed his warmth immediately, though you enjoyed the feeling of his dick pulling free, all the cum he’d fucked into you dripping out.

You brought your knees up to reach down and push a finger inside yourself, pushing the cum out and onto your bedsheets. They were a lost cause anyway at this point.

Curious and feeling lewd, you brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them inquisitively.

Remus brought a pillow over his face and groaned.

You reached out tentatively, pumping a hand up and down his slick shaft. He hardened slowly under your touch, abandoning the pillow over his face to watch you.

You leaned on your side to kiss the skin of his stomach. He brought a shaky hand up to tangle in your hair.

You worked his shaft like all the sex-positive magazines said to, up and down and right to left, delighting in the precum you worked out of the tip. His hips bucked up into your hand.

"Stay still," you said, mocking him. You got up onto one elbow, kissing the tip of his dick, spreading his precum on your lips to tease him. He whined, unable to stop himself when you opened your mouth form guiding your head down onto him. He did half the work for you, using your hair to encourage you up and down his shaft.

You felt the dribble from being unable to close your mouth dripping down your lips onto him, rivulets of spit pooling at the base of him. You used your other hand to take care of the bottom, using your spit as lube.

You must've done something he liked as he started bucking up into your throat. You gagged around him, coming up for air. He used his second hand to wipe the spit from your face.

"Pretty baby, so pretty," he murmured.

"Yeah?" you said, eyes wide, head of his dick bobbing against your lips. You let him fuck your mouth like that, not overly rough but enough to bring tears to your eyes, almost reaching the back of your throat. You coughed, spitting dribble down yourself, feeling it run down your neck and bridge sticky lines from your breasts to his sides.

You licked the bottom of his dick, kissing and slurping up the mess you were both contributing to, using your thumb to wipe little circles on the head of him. When you pulled away his dick had left a wet stripe up your face.

He was close, bucking and writhing with every move you made. You pulled his dick towards your face, increasing the speed of your palming until he moaned like a fire was lit beneath him, crying your name.

You tried to catch his cum on your face unsuccessfully, ending up with white in your eyelashes. He cooed, wiping it away with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, dove. Come here," he said. You pushed up and he hooked under your armpits, pulling you up towards his chest. He used the bottom of his palm to wipe the cum from your face.

"It looked cute though, right?"

"More than cute," he said. He kissed your nose. "Where are you learning these tricks?"

"You can thank Cosmopolitan for that one."

"Evil intrepid magazine."

"You liked it," you teased, lying on his chest so that you were looking up at him, almost cradled in his arms.

He pushed the hair from your face with the back of his finger in a motion that made your heart skip a beat. It was almost more intimate than any moment before.

He leaned down slowly, almost hesitating, using his nose to nudge yours. You tilted your head up obediently. With greater access now, he kissed you. Small kisses, open mouthed. Your hand traveled up his neck to rest at his jawline where you could feel the stubble coming in.

Eventually you were both too tired to keep kissing. You would've let him kiss you for days as long as he wanted to, but he really was tired from the full moon, you guessed, as he look half asleep.

You moved off of his chest to go find a wet towel. You came back in to find him where he was, almost dozing. You wiped all your body fluids off of him and pulled his boxers back up for him. You moved onto yourself, wiping down your legs and everywhere else that was covered in spit and wet and cum. Then you pulled his shirt on, a selfish, longing thing you absolutely didn't need to do. You didn't bother with underwear, knowing your sheets were soiled at this point and the underwear were damp anyways.

You pulled the blankets from under him, pulling them over both of you. You felt weak and knew as soon as you closed your eyes you'd drift off. Remus was already gone, but when you laid a hand softly on his chest, he pulled you close.

-

Someone was knocking on the door. You flinched awake, tripping over the duvet and yourself to find some bottoms. You got some clean underwear from your drawer, intending to answer the door whilst standing fully behind it.

You made your way down the hallway as the knocking increased.

You'd barely cracked the door open when Sirius burst in.

"McKinnon!" he said cheerily. "Sorry to bother you but dear old Remus has places to be today."

You shied away from him, knowing you smelled like sweat and sex and looked like both those things too. You could feel the mascara you'd forgotten to take off in the corners of your eyes.

"How'd you know he was here?"

"How did I know?" he laughed maniacally to himself. "'Oh, Pads, Y/N's asked me over. What do I wear? Do I get flowers?'" -he threw the back of his arm against his forehead dramatically- "'She's just so lovely isn't she, Pads?' Not that you aren't or anything Y/N, but it gets a bit long in the tooth when Mister Farmer’s Market won't stop pretending he doesn't fancy me."

You had to speed walk to keep up with him. He was almost to your bedroom door. He was cracking it open with force.

Remus blinked awake blearily. You grimaced at him in apology.

"Fuck off, Pads," he sighed, throwing his head back.

"We have things to do!"

"Like what?" you asked, pulling the edges of Remus' shirt to cover your bare legs.

"Motorcycle shopping," Remus groaned.

"Motorcycle shopping!" Sirius said simultaneously, beaming.

You blinked at them.

"This couldn't wait till afternoon?"

"Or tomorrow?" Remus asked.

"Time waits for no one, McKinnon. Not even you."

"Get out then, you prat," Remus said.

"Someone's cranky they won't get their morning turn."

Remus chucked a pillow at him.

You laughed, keeping to the edge of the room as Sirius left. You could hear him barging around your kitchen.

Remus made a sound of bone-deep tiredness, stretching. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Remus search the floor for his clothes.

He looked puzzled at his missing shirt. You cleared your throat.

"You want it back?"

He took your head in his hands, looking down at you with infinite softness. "Any other time, I'd say no."

You pulled it off, sitting there in only your underwear. He put the shirt on and kissed your cheek as a thank you. Then he rifled through your wardrobe to find a replacement shirt for you.

"Here, dove."

You smiled to yourself and put it on. You skipped out on your skirt for a tight pair of trousers that flared out slightly at the bottoms that you knew made your legs look good.

Remus waited for you to finish before he made for the kitchen, even pulling your chair out for you. There was no performance to any of his kindness, he just did it.

Sirius was helping himself to a cup of tea.

"Don't look so sullen, Y/N," he reprimanded. "I made some for you too."

"My hero," you said dryly.

He smiled.

"I thought you already had a motorbike?" you asked.

"He does," Remus said morosely. "It's magical."

"It's broken," Sirius corrected. "I had a problem with a telephone pole. The bodywork is fucked, so it's a write off at this point."

You nodded like you understood, accepting a cup of tea from Sirius. It wasn't quite right, but you appreciated the sentiment.

Now that you were sitting you could feel the subtle ache between your legs. You moved a hand to your lower abdomen and massaged the flesh there.

Remus was slumped forward, using his arm to keep himself upward. He hissed when he moved too fast.

"What the fuck, you two? Did you beat each other up last night?"

"I was still tired from th- being ill." Remus coughed.

"Not that tired, evidently. Y/N's got a wobble on."

You cringed at his wording, massaging the bridge of your nose. "Sirius, can we not talk about this?"

"If you're horrified, imagine how I feel," Sirius laughed like this was all good fun. He widened his eyes at you pointedly.

"I don't know what you mean," you said tiredly.

"Remember what happened with Perkins? I can do worse."

"No, you can't," Remus said.

"I don't want you jinxing Remus because my legs hurt," you laughed.

"I should be hexing you, poor Moony looks half-dead."

"Blame Cosmopolitan magazine," you said offhandedly.

-

Remus left to go motorbike shopping, though you weren't sure what he knew about motorbikes. Maybe because his mother was a muggle he could help with the transaction side of things. Still, you didn't get it.

You almost asked to go with them and decided against it. That was a girlfriend thing to do, and you weren't his girlfriend.

He called you later in the evening to ask how you were feeling. You strongly avoided the urge to ask him to come back over that same night although you really, really wanted him to.

This is why when he asked if you wanted to come over the next day you couldn't get over yourself. Your ego ballooned, thinking you must have some amazing sultry presence for him to want to see you twice in one weekend.

You didn't bother looking too nice. Honestly, you didn't truly have the energy for it. You showered and cleaned yourself to an immaculate standard and blow dried your hair without styling it, using a miniscule amount of make-up (mascara, some concealer).

You worried a little outside his door whether that was the right thing to do. You were wearing a midi skirt and an old band t-shirt with an asymmetrical crop to it, just enough to show your midriff if you raised your arms. You hardly looked presentable.

Remus loved telling you how pretty you looked but most every time you saw him you were dressed up to the nines, even if it was supposed to look "natural", it was likely you were highly polished.

It was too late now. You knocked on his door quick, three light raps.

"Let yourself in, Y/N!"

That was always a good sign. You pushed into the flat, greeted by the smell of pesto and something heavier.

You'd brought him a daisy you'd seen while walking. It was suffocated by your nervous hands. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, leaving them by the shoe rack at the door to find Remus in the kitchen, pulling a tray from the oven with a tea towel.

There was a frying pan bubbling away on the stove. That was the source of the wonderful smell.

Remus was cooking for you.

You pushed your hair back with your hand hoping it fell nicely around your face, straightening your shirt. The sandals you wore felt even sillier.

Remus didn't look especially fancy, thankfully, wearing jogging bottoms and a navy short sleeve shirt with ‘made in 1960’ printed across the front.

He turned to you fully. "I made pasta."

"I can see that," you said. You both grinned unbridled at each other. "It smells amazing," you said.

"You want to try it?"

"Sure!" you took the spoon he offered out of his hand, gathering a nice spoonful of sauce and pasta. You blew on it, the steam coming off of it hotly.

"This is so nice," you complimented, almost shocked. "Where'd you learn to make this?"

"Cosmo," he joked.

You put the spoon down on the counter, craning your neck to look him in the face from standing so close. "Someone told me that's a great magazine."

"It's definitely up there. Along with Mizz and Teen Vogue."

"What girl's been whispering women's magazines in your ear?"

"No one," he said, unexpectedly earnest. "There's nobody but you."

You blushed, didn't know what to do with your hands. If he was telling the truth, that was exactly what you wanted to hear.

"Well, nobody else is making me pasta," you said, hoping he inferred what you meant.

His eyes softened at the edges, so you thought he did. He turned off the burners, pouring the pasta into two bowls. He gave you the bigger portion.

He wouldn't let you see what movie he'd put in the VCR player.

You watched in anticipation, legs tucked under you on the floor in front of his coffee table. He sat right next to you so that you could both have an optimal view of his TV, laughing out of his mind when you realised he'd found the Gnome-Mobile.

"This is awful," you said, almost dropping pasta down your shirt.

"This is a classic. Be respectful."

You ate every bite of your pasta, holding your bloated stomach in regret. Remus ate your leftover garlic bread, letting you lean on him in sympathy.

"That was a terrible mistake," you moaned into his shoulder.

He rubbed your arms compassionately. "You'll be okay, give it an hour."

Gnome-Mobile was one of the worst things you'd ever had the misfortune of watching. When it finished you celebrated, remembered how sickeningly full you were, and promptly groaned, holding your stomach.

Remus fussed.

"It's my own fault," you laughed at him.

"I still feel bad."

"Worth it," you muttered to yourself. He made a great bowl of pasta.

"I think we might be boring young adults," he said, leaning against the seat of the sofa. You blew hair off your face.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Well, people our age are out partying or something. What are we doing?"

"Watching world beloved cult classic Gnome-Mobile?"

He pushed the arm that was between you both back onto the sofa, clasping his own hands. "I should've taken you out somewhere."

"What? Remus, I'm having a great time."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

You squeezed his bicep. "Now, where's your cassette collection? I wanna see what you like."

Remus took you on a tour of all his favourite songs, stretched out on his bed to stare at his ceiling together. He had some classics and the a bunch of stuff you'd never heard.

You bobbed your head to KISS, singing the words passionately.

"Cos girl you were made for me…" you warbled.

"And girl I was made for you," Remus mouthed along. It was a funny time for your eyes to meet.

You didn't have it in you to sing the powerful chorus, choosing to laugh dizzyingly at his ceiling. Your eyes drifted to the posters on his wall, the trinkets on his desk. You suddenly remembered your own bedroom back home, your bouquet of flowers he'd given you.

"Oh, Remus! I have something for you. Stay here."

You had to climb over him to get off the bed. You collected your little unimpressive daisy from where you'd left it in the kitchen, forgotten by his fridge.

"Here," you said, crossing the threshold into his room.

"It's a daisy," Remus said. "Obviously. I don't know why I said that."

He stared at it for long enough you started to question if it was a bad idea.

"You know, daisy's have their own meaning," he said.

You quirked your eyebrows at him. "What do they mean?"

"White daisies symbolise hope and new beginnings."

"Yeah? What do the other colours mean?" you asked him, crawling back over his lap to sit next to him.

"Yellow daisies are for friendship. Pink daisies are for when you fancy someone, for gentleness. And red daisies are for passion."

"That's so cute," you said. He sat up and twisted the stem in his hand until the daisy blurred into a white circle.

When the daisy stopped turning, it was pink. You pursed your lips in confusion, failing to notice the wand in Remus' hand until he set it aside.

He offered it to you. "For you."

"You turned it pink," you said uselessly.

"I turned it pink."

"You fancy me?" you asked, struggling to get the words out.

"I do."

Tears welled in your eyes. You sniffled, holding the pink daisy in your hand like a precious gemstone. A mass of feelings came up to the surface. Remus fancied you. Remus didn't just want to have sex with you, he fancied you. Somebody, Remus, wanted you.

"Oh, Y/N, don't cry. I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you. Look, I know I'm not-"

"So I get to be your girlfriend?" you asked, pinning him with your gaze.

"What? You're not upset?"

You laughed wetly. "I like you too, Remus. A lot."

He pulled your free hand into his lap to hold. "Why are you crying?"

You wiped your eyes, daisy in hand. "I didn't think anyone liked me."

"I more than like you."

You grinned at him beatifically. "I can't believe it." He looked unhappy. You held your breath. "What?"

"I have something to tell you. Something important."

You nodded.

"And I understand if you don't want to see me anymore after, or if you hate me. But please, don't tell."

Your face crumpled in sympathy. "I already know, Remus," you said softly.

"That I-..."

You nodded.

"Who told you?"

"Nobody… I just worked it out."

"How long have you known?"

"The day I made you soup."

"That was pity soup?"

You spluttered. "No! That was I care about you soup. You're always tired and you were bleeding and, you know. When I thought about it, it made sense."

"Just so we're on the same page, you realise I'm-"

"You're a werewolf, Remus. I know," you finished for him.

"You don't care?"

You frowned. "Of course I don't." You flexed your fingers in his hand.

"It's okay if you do, Y/N. It's a scary thing."

You shook your head. "You'd never hurt me. Unless I asked you to."

He grinned, his face plastered in such obvious relief that it made your heart hurt. He deserved to always be accepted for who he was, and it was obvious that wasn't always the case.

"So, you're my boyfriend now?" you questioned.

"I'm your boyfriend," he said.

"Oh my god," you covered your face with your hands, smiling so hard you thought your face would split.

"I mean," his hand inched up your back. "Is it so surprising that I fancy you? I can't stop touching you, dove."

"I thought you were like that with everyone."

"No. Just you."

You weaved your arms around his shoulders. "Could you tell I fancy you?"

"A bit."

You flamed, pushing your blushing face into his hair.

"You did clean my entire flat."

You whimpered.

"And you dressed up so nice for me at the Leaky Cauldron, of all places."

You were dying of embarrassment, probably. You bit your lip.

"You're not so innocent yourself. How was I supposed to not fancy you? You made me look in two different mirrors to tell me how pretty I looked and then you bought me flowers."

"The whole point was to get you to fancy me, dolt."

"I thought you were this sweet on all your casual hookups."

"You're the only 'casual hookup' I've kissed fifty times every time I saw them."

You felt immeasurably pleased.

"You haven't kissed me once tonight."

He moved his hands from your waist to your face. "I've been preoccupied," he leaned in close. You shut your eyes. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered.

He kissed you. The rush of warmth that ran through you was palpable, intoxicating. He overwhelmed your senses, smelling like something soft and heady. The feeling of his hand running up and down your arm was enough to make you smile into the kiss. He smiled back, letting you push him down into the headboard behind him.

You let your hand travel down his torso to grasp the lean muscle under his shirt. Your hand teased the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath the fabric to trace a line up to his sternum. You trailed back down with the softest touch you could manage, relishing his shivers beneath you.

You broke the kiss, anticipating the changing in his ability to breath as you pushed your hand over the bulge of his dick in his trousers. You palmed him through the fabric, turning your gaze to the movements of your own hand.

He pulled your face towards him. "You're so fucking pretty."

You turned your face to peck his hand. "I look like shit."

"You're fucking perfect," he said firmly. "Perfect girl."

"You give me far too many compliments."

"I give you far too little," he denied.

He rose up to kiss you again. You drew a line at his waistband with your fingernail.

"Stop tickling me or I'm gonna tickle you back," he warned, holding your face in place so he could kiss you.

You didn't heed his warning, scratching lightly until he was shying away from your touch.

"We're finished," he said solemnly, snaking his hand under the fabric of your skirt. He used the pads of his fingers to tickle the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, zigzagging till he was a millimetre from your underwear. He teased the edge, running his fingers under the elastic.

Fine, you thought. If he wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty.

You let your hand dip under his waistband, keeping the lightest of touches, smoothing the flat of your hand against him lovingly.

You tried your best to stay on task, delighted at his hardening dick from your attentions, but Remus was making it increasingly difficult. He'd abandoned any pretense of tickling you and was instead using his long fingers to rub lines from your clit to your entrance, dipping in half an inch before travelling back up. It was maddening.

You'd given up on kissing for now as you were too busy concentrating. He dotted kissed down the curve of your neck to bite and suck your shoulder.

You pulled his dick free from the constraints of his underwear, enthused by the little dribble of precum that smattered the skin of your fingers.

Remus rested his forehead on your shoulder, panting. "I'm supposed to be winning."

"You definitely aren't," you told him, pumping his shaft much too smugly. "I like you like this, all needy."

"I've actually had enough of you," he said, laughing. You laughed too.

He grabbed the hand that you were using to touch him and pulled it away, shoving you enough that you got the idea to let yourself fall flat.

He pulled your skirt free to make it easier. You felt your eyebrows go up at the centre when he started pulling the pillows from under you.

"Lift your hips, pretty girl."

You did as he asked and he pushed the pillows beneath you so that your hips, cunt and upper thighs were elevated.

Godric, this was the trouble you'd feared. He pulled you underwear down next. You blushed at the wet string of slick that banded between your cunt and your underwear. Remus smiled smugly, tossing them gently next to your skirt on the ground.

"I'll ruin your pillows."

"Sacrifices," he said mournfully, leaning down to plant an open mouthed kiss on your clit. You gasped, fishing the sheets underneath you in one hand. When he didn't stop you covered your eyes with the back of your arm, keening.

"I knew you'd like that," he chuckled.

He fingered your cunt, licking hot wet stripes up the centre of you. When that wasn't enough, he located the bundle of nerves that was your clit with his tongue and manipulated it until you were a quivering mess underneath him.

"Remus…"

"What, baby?"

You only whimpered. Your brain felt like it was short-ciruciting, your whole body heaved.

You didn't trust yourself to put your hand in his hair, too afraid you'd rip strands from his scalp. He was doing a fine job without your assistance either way. The heat built up in the pit of your tummy, rising and rising til you were whining for him to slow down.

He listened. It did little to slow the oncoming climax. You came hard, cunt clenching down on his fingers. He pulled back, admiring the obvious contractions you were experiencing.

"Good girl," he praised. "My perfect girl. Ready to take all of me?"

"Yes," you said, voice wracked with tremors. "Yes, please."

He lined up, rubbing the head against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make you protest.

"Sorry, baby. I'll stop teasing," he murmured, spreading the flat of his hand on your abdomen. He pushed in, the elevated position of your cunt already making you feel spread open.

He took handfuls of your hips, the soft flesh there molding under his hands. He reared forward, fucking you so deeply you cried out in response.

"Yeah?" he said.

He pulled out, fucked in again. You were putty in his hands, limp under his touch. The stretching feeling was suddenly so pleasurable you reached down your hand to wrap around his forearm.

"Perfect girl with a perfect cunt," he said, driving forward again. You half-sobbed.

Where he shifted on his knees you could feel the mattress move under your back, feel it bounce back with each thrust.

He slowed down to a crawl, amused at your complaining. You moved your hips down, following his thrusts, chasing his dick.

"So fucking hot."

"Fuck me properly, jerk."

"Properly?" His hips snapped forward, his pelvis digging into you clit, sending sparks through you. "Is this proper enough for you, dove?"

He was unrepentant, fucking you so that each thrust drove you deep into the mattress. "Okay?" he asked, bringing his hand down to the bead of your clit, catching it between two fingers.

"Yessss," you said, voice high.

"Tell me if it's too much."

"It's not," you said weakly. "Fucking me so good," you praised.

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your fingertips. He pushed deep inside you and stayed there, making circles with his hips that drove mewling cries from you that you'd be embarassed about in the morning.

"Ah, you're so deep in me," you babbled. "So deep."

"Just fucking made for me, weren't you sweetness?"

He bottomed out again, driving you to madness. Your eyes closed of their own accord. Every thrust was enough now, accompanied by a little sound in the back of your throat that wouldn't stop.

Remus liked it, fucking you hard and fast if only to listen to the sounds you made.

"Made for you," you echoed, gripping so tightly your knuckles went white.

"Yes, you were," he said.

He sped up, pulling your hips with surprising strength to meet his thrusts. You circled your clit, so wet it was difficult to find purchase.

He drove forward with one last great thrust, hitting you square in the sweet spot inside you,  pumping cum into you like you hadn't felt before, gasping at the sensation. He replaced your finger with two of his own, replacing preciseness with speed. You felt your heart stop, able to utter a single "oh god," before you came so hard your vision whited out.

You let your hips fall backwards off the pillows, aching in a familiar, comfortable way. You pulled on Remus' arm, forcing him to lie down beside you.

"Is this a good time to mention we'll definitely have cute kids?" he asked, holding your joined hands against his beating heart.

"Well, we've had a fair share of practice runs," you said, still breathless.

You both laughed.

-

"So what?" James asked, wearing his stupid florescent hard hat. You were cross-legged in front of the frog Palace, tasked with caulking the tiny windows with your pinky finger. "He's your boyfriend now?"

"Yep," you said, beaming.

James smirked at you. "Get me a nappie and you could call me cupid."

"Yeah, whatever," Sirius grumbled, also wearing a stupid hard hat. A frog perched on the brim, peering at you threateningly. "I hate happy couples."

"Farmer's Market boy wasn't cool enough for you anyways," Remus said, returning from his brief intermission to the kitchen. He balanced a tray of drinks in his hand.

"Harry agrees," Lily said, baby Harry gurgling happily in his hands. He had a smaller hard hat and a frog in his tiny grasp.

You cooed at Harry's delight. "I expect at least 12 frogs for my baby," you said to Sirius.

"Our baby," Remus corrected gently.

Sirius groaned in agony. "Fuck me."

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