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n0b0dy11 · 1 year

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Home ~ S.B.

pairing: siriusblack x fem!reader

genre: fluff and angst?

warnings: azkaban, stupid sirius, order of the phoenix

Sirius hadn't been a player all his life, sure he had hoped from girl to girl for a very long period in his life but everything had changed when he met her.

Y/n had always been around, she had been going to Hogwarts for just as long as the Marauders. The difference, she liked quiet. Y/n was a girl who liked the background, the silence while in the library, the peace by the Black Lake.

She hadn't meant to catch the eye of the heartthrob Sirius Black, she hadn't meant to ruin all the other girls' chances. She merely wanted to survive school, live her life and raise a family with a caring and sweet husband.

How times changed. Now she was a single mother raising twins with her husband a mass murderer and in Azkaban.

"Just let me take you out on one date!"

"Black, you aren't even asking me! You are springing this one me as if it's an order and I have no choice."

The boy shook his head and walked closer his hands out reaching for hers, when he took her soft ones in his he smiled happily. They fit perfectly, "Will you please go on a date with me?"

"You don't even know me," she whispered taking her hands back. His smiled dropped as he searched her eyes for a joke or lie in them. Then it dawned on him, he had never even been this close to see her eyes were the prettiest he had ever seen.

"I can get to know you! That's what dates are for right?"

"Not with you," she said as she started backing away from him. "You don't go on dates to 'get to know a girl', I can't believe you'd even think I'd fall for that."

"It's the truth!"

But it was hopeless as she had her back turned and was walking off towards the great hall, "You don't think I'm stupid do you?"

Now she was chasing him, memories of him, she had photo's stacked away in a closet which she only showed to her children. They deserved to know their father , from their mother's point of view.

Y/n was sitting in the library as usual, it was the only place she now found peace and quiet. Sirius had somehow found her by the Black Lake, in Hogsmeade, everywhere... But in the library she could she curl up with a book somewhere in the back and never have him bother her.

Until today.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"I already told you Black, I am not interested as -"

"long as I keep toying at your feelings I know, believe me I know." The boy sat himself down beside her, his hands holding a book themselves. "I wanted to tell you something."

Y/n looked up at him, expectantly but also a little bored, "Go on then."

"I, uh, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

She scoffed, letting her head fall to down again, "I told you it was all fake, you didn't really wanna go out with me right? Tell me was it a prank? A bet?"

He looked at her surprised, "What? No!"

She just rolled her eyes, not daring to look up at him, "right."

"It's true! I just- " he took a deep breath. "You don't believe me, so I will let you go, but I - I want to start over? I really like you, Y/n, so it would mean a lot if you maybe just gave me chance as friends, and I promise I won't try anything."

"Friends?"

"Just friends."

That didn't last for long though. Once they were friends the real bets rolled in, when they'd get together, when they'd get married, how their kids would be called etc.

Now however the bets were that she had helped him, that she'd killed her best friend along with her husband.

"I know he promised you it was only platonic, but have you considered it?"

"Considered what Lils?"

"Being more than friends?"

Y/n scoffed, she wanted to open her mouth and tell her she hadn't. That it was stupid she even thought so. But she couldn't. Of course she had thought about it, he was bloody gorgeous, funny and just magnifique.

"It doesn't matter," she answered instead, "Like you said, it's only platonic."

"But that can change."

"Lily," Y/n sighed, "I know you're trying to do well, but it isn't going to work. We differ too much, he's popular, handsome, sporty- I'm, me... He could have anyone he wants Lily, why would he ever settle for me when I've blown him off in the past. He wouldn't be interested anymore anyway."

The redhead sat down next to her, taking her hand in hers, "Those are your words, Y/n. He loves you-"

"He doesn't."

"Have you seen him with a girl these past few days? No, because even if he told you it was platonic, he can't find himself loving anybody else. He loves you, Y/n. Don't let him go because you're scared."

She took that chance, she hadn't let him go. Except that one night and it caused her him forever.

"We have been together for a year now," Sirius said. He had Y/n's hand in his as they walked together in Hogsmeade. He had wrapped her in one of his Gryffindor scarfs and beanies. He loved to dress her up in his clothes, even more so when he got to undress her later on.

"Mhm," she hummed her hand clasped around his swaying between them as they walked.

"I didn't know what to get you-"

"Nothing."

"- Let me finish," he chuckled shoving her gently with their interlocked hands, "I knew you didn't want something but I did so."

He got a little box out of his pocket and handed it to her, "You know normally if you ask someone to marry them you get on one knee and give them it themselves." He rolled his eyes at her remark, but as she opened it and did find a ring in it she gasped and looked at him, "I was joking you know, I don't think-"

"It's not an engagement ring, darling, it's a promise ring. That one day I'll change when we do get married."

"You want to get married?"

"Of course. Nobody else can handle my good looks!"

Their wedding was amazing, being married to him was a dream. He made her favourite's for breakfast, massages before sleep, kisses all the time... He was the perfect husband.

When Y/n had gotten pregnant that didn't change, he made her weird cravings, even tried some with her, he talked to her belly every night, gave even more massages ... He was the perfect husband.

Then the twins were born, he loved them. A boy and a girl. He loved them. He cried even more than Y/n when they were finally there.

It was the weirdest thing when she found out he had done such a stupid thing, she didn't believe it. After her and the twins, he loved James the most, he was his brother. Lily was Y/n's friend, best friend!

Y/n kept his memory alive by the twins, told them stories and showed them pictures. She never lost faith in him.

Then the news came, he escaped. She smiled bittersweet at the paper, at her husband. A tear rolled from her eye and then the door, knocking.

She didn't want to open it, having dealt with enough reporters and ministry people. She tried ignoring it, but as the door opened and he spoke she sobbed.

"Still keeping the key under the extra flowerpot I see?"

"You're home!"

#sirius black #james potter #azkaban #remus lupin #x reader #fem!reader #sirius black x reader #lily evans #lily potter #twins #home #fluff #harry potter #marauders #sb #sirius

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n0b0dy11 · 1 year

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Fencing ~Xavier Thorpe

Daisy and Xavier had always been the best of friends. Until he let her down. He let her down so hard. From texting daily and smiling in the hallways, to waiting patiently for a "good night" and searching for his eyes.

But his eyes were always focused on someone else. To Daisy it seemed as if they were glued to her, and he didn't even have time to give to her because he was always to busy watching Bianca.

"Oh but she's so pretty." "Have you seen what she did today?"

Blah blah blah

it didn't faze her in the beginning, he was always her best friend. Until that stopped too. "Bianca says we spent too much time together."

And what Bianca wanted she got. So Xavier and Daisy stopped hanging out, stopped walking to classes together, they stopped being friends.

Fencing had always been one of Daisy's favourite ways to pass time. She used to do it a lot with Xavier and after they'd go to shoot with their bows. But now she didn't do either of those. It reminded her a lot of him and to be completely honest he was the last thing she wanted to think about.

"Boys are stupid, they will only distract you from your goal."

"My goal or yours mother?"

Her mother was a very well known sorcerer, she had complete control over her powers and knew almost everything from every subject. It came with a price. Working her ass off to live up to her expectations, focus on studying instead of having fun, and practically doing nothing that would please herself.

The only thing she had that was her own was fencing. Her mother found it vile and 'a boy's sport' while her father had tried to support her. He had been captain of the fencing team.

Putting on her fencing gear and taking the necessary things for her own exercises. She tried to focus purely on her foil and her movements but seeing as she hadn't been to training for a few weeks she found herself having a little set back.

Being so focused she didn't notice the one person she hadn't wanted to see walk inside the room. He was clothed in his own gear and had his eyes trained on her. Moving along with her every movement. Memorizing her every detail he could see.

"What do you want?"

His eyes snapped away from the tip of her foil and connected with her eyes. He had been stunned for a moment. The first time in almost two years he would talk to her. Even the thought of it was eating him inside, how could he let it get so out of hand?

"Are you gonna answer or has Bianca swallowed your tongue?"

"She hasn't," he croaked out, the sound of his hoarse voice only made it sound like she had in fact. "I wanted to train and saw you in here."

"Then I'll leave you to it," she responded. She was cold and didn't move any muscle in her face. Only her legs and arms so she could leave as fast as possible.

"Or we could duel?" he suggested and if she hadn't been turned away from him she would've seen the desperation in his eyes. "You know, like we used to."

She turned around her face still stiff but her eyes betraying her and showing the pain she tried to hide. "Bianca wouldn't like that."

"So?" Xavier let out in a breath almost as if he didn't understand what she was implying, "What does she have to say about what I can or cannot do?"

"Didn't stop you last time, didn't she?"

But before he could apologize she had put her cap on again and pointed her foil at him, "En garde."

"En garde."

Their swords clashed against each other, Xavier could feel the force behind her blows and it made him think she wasn't fighting for fun anymore, not like they used to.

Daisy felt like she got weaker, as if she should've won already. but her emotions got the better of her getting her weaker and distracted giving him the upper hand just for a second too long. But the blonde recovered quickly from her mistake leaning to the side so his saber sliced the air besides her ribcage. She spun around and hit him right in his side.

Xavier had fallen to the side out of her force, wincing as he hit the floor with his knee and elbow. Daisy wanted to feel bad, she wanted to show she had gotten stronger and was fine without him. But as she took of her helmet her eyes brimmed with tears and her lip wobbled.

"I really want to say I'm fine and don't miss you, that I don't care. But you are such an ass for dropping me. You are a complete douchebag and I don't know if I'll ever forgive you."

She hadn't even noticed she had stepped closer to him and was almost spitting the words in his face as he looked up in her eyes. Trying to find an ounce of regret. But the only thing he saw was the reflection of his own guilt in her tears.

Not giving him time to answer she stormed out of the room taking all her stuff with her briskly and not daring to look back.

"I'm sorry," the boy whispered when he was alone, his head still tilled to the door where she walked out. He wiped over his cheek as he felt e tear roll down. "I am so goddamn sorry."

A/n

if you like this you should really check out my wattpad (hehe sponsoring myself) this is the first part of my book for Xavier there (an artist's muse) I can try to make it a litte short story on here too if you guys want but it can get pretty long so it's just easier to read there. Hope you like it and you have an amazing time!

Love, NLP

#wednesday #netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe x oc #percy hynes white #enid sinclair #friends to enemies to lovers #fanfiction #wattpad

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n0b0dy11 · 1 year

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May I request george x reader where george is exhausted but refuses to go to sleep until his s/o is home so they can cuddle? Rest and drink plenty of water!!

Of course thank you for the request! I haven't been very active on here so I am so so sorry but I had a pretty rough time and a big fat writers block so the request really helped!!

Pairing: George x reader(fem)

Warnings: not proof read

George tended to make a bad habbit about his sleeping schedule. At first it started with his calls with Dream and Sapnap, and then he found Y/n. The person of his dreams. He fell in love, and damn did he fall hard.

He would call Nick and Clay every day and it didn't have anything to do with an upcoming video, no he needed to let his heart out, speak everything that had been on his mind that day: Y/n.

When he finally took the step and asked her out he was over the moon. She said Yes! He had planned it out perfectly, he would pick her up at her house, they would drive a little as he knew she loved carrides, then the end destination would be at a little park which looked quite abandonned and they would have a pickinck.

Everything had gone so smoothly he was almost scared he would have to plan an even better second date. But it ended way better than he thought because Y/n had kissed him! Full on the lips too!

"George, would you please be my boyfriend?"

How could he say no to that? And so he had a lover, a very gorgeous, smart and over all perfect one.

But now he had a bad habbit about staying up late waiting for her to come home. Y/n worked late shifts and would come home when George would already be asleep. At some point he didn't like that anymore and decided to stay up and wait for her, he needed his late night cuddles.

Y/n told him many times, he needed to go to sleep. George wouldn't butch, he would wait for her. Always.

So it wasn't surprising when she walked inside the house only for it to be quiet whilst a very bright light was shining in their bedroom.

"George?" she called out, it was still soft as she didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping. But his voice almost answered just when she opened her mouth.

"You're home!"

She chuckled and walked in their room only to find him behind his desk with discord opened on his one screen and minecraft on the other. He looked exhausted.

"How long have you been up, love?"

"I don't know, when I started shooting with Clay and Nick?"

"When was that?"

George shrugged his shoulders and looked at his screen, "We started filming around 8.30? I think."

"George!" she sighed walking up to him and dragging him from his chair, "It's 2am!"

"So?"

"You need to sleep!"

"But you weren't home yet!"

Y/n's eyes softened. She looked him at him, he was already in his pjs and his hair was messy, he looked utterly adorable. SHe smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his head. "I'll be right there."

She walked out of the room to get dressed herself, she let her hair lose and chose her cutest pjs. When she walked back out however George was already passed out on the bed.

Y/n laughed softly at her lover and pulled the cover over him before getting in the bed herself.

When she found a good position she dropped the covers over her too and turned of her light on her bedside. Not even a minute later she felt two arms snake around her waist pulling her flush against him.

"Cuddles."

#georgenotfound x y/n #george x reader #gnf #georgenotfound #dsmp #x reader #request #thank you #dwt #sapnap #fluff

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n0b0dy11 · 2 years

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To The Night We Met ~ GeorgeNotFound

I don't know what happened. i don't know what caused it. i don't know most about that night. I do know, I lost him.

I have been watching his streams, he's grown a lot.

Clay and Nick have too. They are still lovely.

I still don't know what happened.

"Hey George?" I asked one time.

"Yes, Love?"

"I am proud of you, you know?"

He just grinned at me before kissing my lips.

I never kissed anyone else after him. I knew I never would want to, I never needed to. I thought I would be able to kiss him, always. But then I couldn't anymore. He isn't mine.

"You know, I never thought I'd be able to love anyone as much as you."

"Really?"

I just smiled at him. because it was true, I never loved anyone as much as him, I never really loved anyone but him.

"Really."

I missed him with everything I did, I missed him when I went to sleep, when I cooked dinner, when I visited my family, when I was working... I miss our stupid conversations, our late night talks, our funny moments, I even miss his streams where I would sit in the back making no noise, I'd just watch him play.

Now I watch him from behind the screen, like everyone else.

"I like this."

"What?" he laughed, I always had been more straightforward while he was quite oblivious.

"I like that I get to see this side of you, no one else sees it from here, not even Nick and Clay."

He smiled again, it made me smile to, he made me smile, he always did.

My friends have tried to set me up with people again. I went on the dates they arranged for me. They always ended the same.

They weren't George.

i tried to get him out of my mind, I tried so hard, to have fun, to laugh, to love... but everything came back to him and I'm scared it always will.

"Don't leave me please."

"Why would I?"

"i don't know," he sighed, "I just really don't know what I'd do without you."

"I would be nothing without you."

"Please stay..."

"Till eternity runs out."

I guess it did sooner then I thought, seeing as I was now sitting here alone. I still don't remember, one moment I was wrapped in his arms, the next he was just a face on my screen.

I had known him before his fame, before the streams and before the horrible sleep schedule. I had loved him before all of that, it hadn't faded a bit since he started streaming. If only it just grew.

I just want to go back. To the night we met.

"Y/n you should just ask him out!"

"Yeah, if he isn't going to make a move you should just do it!"

"I don't know if I can," i answered my friends, there was a college party at one of my friends' house. A cute guy had walked in a little after us. His name is George, a friend of my friend.

I had been looking at him all night, my friends told me he did too, stealing glances at me when we would dance or even just talk.

I snapped out of my daze when my girlfriends started giggling and walking of and then I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Hi," he breathed, if I wasn't mistaken his cheeks were a bit red, "I'm George."

I had all of him, all of him was mine. All of me was his.

I remember when he introduced me to his friends, he got jealous. Apparently Clay or Dream had been flirting with me; I hadn't even noticed because I was seated in his lap and my belly was full of butterflies.

When times were though he was there, now it was though but I don't know where to go. When he needed a shoulder to cry, I would hug him till he fell asleep. When we needed a little love, we would be tangled in each others arms kisses placed everywhere on our faces a movie long forgotten on the background.

When I feel lonely, i watch his streams, and I imagine he's here with me.

I'm haunted by the ghost of you.

"My fans are catching on that I have a girlfriend."

I just laughed it off. They would've eventually right?

"Are you okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be, It isn't as if they know it's me, and besides then they all know my man is taken," I smirked at him, my arms circling around his neck as our lips connected.

He smiled down at me, "As long as people know you're also mine."

"Wouldn't want to be anyone else's."

I never have been anyone else's. I didn't want to be. Even if we are broken up a part of em still believes we would find our way back. he was my soulmate, my one true love. So I think at least.

I don't even remember what our fight was about, was it even a fight?

All I remember is that I had him, in my arms, he was mine. I had all of him. I was all his.

now i'm watching him behind a screen to scared to reach out, to scared to call.

I had all of him, then most of him, now none of him.

I just want to go back,

back to the night we met.

A/n

so i was kinda gone on here, but im back, i had a problem with my pc a hard writers block and just my mental health wasn't good.

i hope you guys enjoyed this, might make a part two in George's pov let me know if you guys want that!

and I hope it was pretty obvious but this was inspired by the song "Take ma back tot he night we met" I linked it above!

Lots of love, treat yourself good!! <3

NLP

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #mcyt #dsmp #dream team #gnf #gnf x reader #x fem!reader #georgenotfound x Y/n #take me back to the night we met #part1 #dwt #Spotify

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n0b0dy11 · 2 years

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So I haven’t had the time yet to update anything and I am so sorry for that!!!

I also can’t seem to find any inspiration between school and other hobbies so please leave me some requests about what you would like to read :)

Have a great day/night Ily <3

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n0b0dy11 · 2 years

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Dad For Ever~DreamWasTaken

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part one - part two - part three - part four - Part five

【!TW! swearing, making out, hinting to making love, (no smut though)】

Everything went great since then. Clay and Y/n had been in their relationship for two years, Clay now 24, Y/n 23 and Layla 6.

Clay had never been happier, he had the girl of his dreams in bed with him almost every night, he had a sweet little stepdaughter who he didn't imagine to have, but he wouldn't change anything about her. His streaming career was a blast, he always had fun with his friends while earning money for it! Who wouldn't love that.

Of course with times it wasn't always this full of sunshine, but they needed those bad nights to learn more. To be better.

The first fight

"I have to stream today!" Clay shouted.

"Of course," mumbled Y/n back. Of course she was happy for him and his successes, but lately he didn't show that much interest in her anymore. She hadn't talked to him about this of course, it made her feel egoistic and selfish.

When Y/n heard the door close she sighed and turned on the TV, she was sure she would fall asleep on the couch or maybe she would go to Layla's room and lie in her bed. Layla wasn't there, she had a sleepover with a friend of hers and it made her feel even lonelier.

After looking around on the tv-servers she couldn't find anything she liked so she opened Netflix. She began searching for a movie or maybe a new series she could start but ended up watching 《The Amazing Spider-Man》 (you can vision something else if you don't like it but I'm just a hard core Andrew Garfield fan ;-;) Y/n was almost done with the second move when Clay emerged from his room, he looked satisfied with himself, probably had a good video.

She couldn't help herself but scoff at him, he didn't even pay her any mind let alone wander with his eyes to the couch where she sat. No, it was as if she wasn't there, and she was probably being over-dramatic but it had been like this for at least a week and quite frankly was she getting very bored and impatient with him.

"What's wrong?" asked the boy in question when he heard her scoff.

"So you do know I'm here!" she said rather annoyed.

"What?"

"Yeah, 'what?'."

"Are you on your period or something?" he didn't mean to say that, it slipped out. He knew it came over as if he was an asshole, but George had been talking his ears off about clichés one being about women's monthly problem.

"I-i didn't mean that-"

"Sure, of course you didn't. And for your information I am not."

"O-okay, then what's the problem?"

Y/n just rolled her eyes, "I'm going to bed, have fun on your stream."

"Why are you walking away from our room?" he asked once he noticed her walking in the opposite direction.

"Well, you never tell me when your steams are done, and I don't like sleeping on the couch the whole week so I'm sleeping in Layla's room tonight."

"What?"

"I'm sleeping in Layla's room tonight."

"Bu-but the stream is done."

"Okay, good for you."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm fine."

But he could tell in her eyes she was holding something back, there was something bothering her. "tell me what's wrong, please."

"Nothing is wrong," by now they had reached Layla's room. Y/n went to open the door, but Clay had placed his hand on top of hers that was holding the handle.

"There is something bothering you, tell me what. Please Y/n, you're mad at ma and I don't understand why!" there was a seriousness and slight desperation in his voice.

"Okay, let's start shall we? Do you know the last day we have slept together as in, in the same bed? That was last week. You have been so occupied with your streaming and your youtube-ing, you haven't look at me all week! Even Layla asked when her 'daddy' was coming to pick her up again. I couldn't even tell her, because I hadn't spoken to you all week!

And I understand your job, and that it takes time! But you decided to come in this family, so you need to make time for us too!"

"i thought you knew what you needed to expect with me and my job?"

"I thought I did too, and I also thought you were ready to be with me, and to be a father to Layla, but here we are."

"You don't think I am a good father to Layla?" his voice had lost all its anger he held from his last question, it was filled with hurt, and sadness. How could he not have noticed he was hurting them so bad.

"You were," she said, "In the beginning you were the best, then your job slowly became more and more important to you. I can understand that. I have had my late night's too, and my early morning 'cause of mine, but this last month you haven't eaten breakfast with us, you haven't eaten dinner? You were glued to your screen. I slept on the couch this whole week, because you were streaming and I couldn't walk in, because god forbid they know THE Dream has a girlfriend!"

"You think that's why I didn't want you in the room?"

"What was I supposed to think then?" she asked getting quite annoyed at him again, but also feeling relieved she finally had this weight lifted of her shoulders. "What was I supposed to think when you shut me out of the room because you were streaming, I wouldn't have minded to stay in there and keep quiet."

"I didn't want all this attention on you! I was scared about all the hate people would start posting! I was scared you'd get scared! That you'd get scared and leave me.."

"I am not leaving," she sighed sadly. The hurt in his voice was breaking her. "But cant you find a balance between streaming and family? Or are we not the family you wanted in the end?"

His eyes widened and he pulled her in a bone crushing hug, "Of course you are!" he said while kissing her head, her face, her cheeks, her neck. "I could never wish for anything better."

"then start showing it," she whispered to his lips, "please, we both need the reassurance from time to time."

"I am sorry for noticing sooner," he whispered while crashing their lips together. Just then he remembered how long ago it was indeed, that he had felt her lips to his. It had been so much longer than he knew.

"Let's go to our bedroom, huh?" he smirked.

"yeah, but don't think that'll make all your problems go away! We'll have to talk about this stuff."

"Will do," he smirked kissing her again, before scooping her up in his arms, "but now... I will show just how much I do very surely love you and this little family." He whispered a tad bit seductively. Who was she kidding it was very much seductively.

After that the fights had been way calmer and mostly playful, they did end in the same way most of the time...

Clay still streamed and made videos for YouTube but it was a lot more calm now, he would make time for Y/n and Layla, and he would try and adjust his sleeping arrangements with Y/n's instead of George's.

In the first year they also lived together with Nick, or Sapnap, but at the end of that year he had found himself a girlfriend and moved in with her. So now it was a big house for them three.

Nick still visited often and was still the only one who knew about Y/n and Layla, he would often tease Clay on camera and the others never had any idea what he was talking about.

Y/n understood his reasoning about not telling anyone on his gaming platform, she also didn't press the matter, she was happy how everything was now. The only thing he would really like, was maybe, someday get married. And maybe, someday, a second child, but with a great father.

What she didn't know was that Clay had those plans, he was going to marry this woman and that was end of story. There was no one else for him just, his Y/n.

The proposal

Clay was very nervous. He had everyone involved in the surprise, except Y/n of course.

M/n was on distracting duty, she had taken her daughter out on a little city trip. They went shopping, visited the beach, eaten at her favourite place. When it was over and they were riding home Y/n was confused and scared to find her mother softly crying besides her.

"Mom?" she asked, her eyes going from the road to her mother, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," sighed M/n, a soft smile adorning her cheeks while she wiped the spilled tears from her cheeks.

"Don't shut me out please," you are literally crying."

"But I am also smiling."

"You are confusing sometimes mom."

"Guess you got it from me then."

Y/n couldn't help but smile softly at that. While the two were joking around in the car Clay was dying from nervousness at home.

He had made a path with rose petals that led to the balcony. He knew it was her favourite part of the house. He would find her leaning on the railing at staring at the sunset or sunrise. He would enjoy watching her watch the sun, she always looked so peaceful and happy. Her face held a bright smile and her brows weren't furrowed, she was calm.

they had talked about getting married and starting a 'new' family together, so he knew she didn't want something grand, she wanted something sensual and thoughtful.

"Calm down son," said the voice from D/n. He had been helping the distressed blonde with making the food and laying out everything perfectly.

"Yeah," sighed the blonde, even though it wasn't a question.

"She'll say yes."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I've never seen her so happy with anyone else. Maybe when she delivered Layla, but not even Jake, when he was tolerable, made her happy."

"Okay," he took in a deep breath, "I can do it."

"Don't chicken out now," Y/n's dad laughed.

"I won't," smiled Clay, "she's the one."

"I sure hope so."

"Yeah."

"I'll leave you to it. You'll do great boy."

When D/n left Clay called his mother and Sisters, one elder and one younger. He needed the advice on his clothing, but as they lived a bit farther and were in there exam's period he didn't ask them to come see him.

"Please don't scare her away," Jenna, his younger sister also known as 'drista', asked.

"What? Why would you think that."

"Cause we actually like her," his elder sister added as if he was dumb, "your other girlfriends were dumbasses and barbies."

"Thanks," Clay said while rolling his eyes.

"they are messing with your head," said his mom, "but please don't make this flop, we really want her a part of the family officially."

"Yeah, other wise I'll ask her," smirked his elder sister again.

"No! you stay away from my soon to be fiancé!"

And so they ended the call laughing and wishing him luck.

"I am home!" he heard her call. But her voice drifted off a little at the end of her sentence. She must've seen the petals.

He felt his heart hammering in his chest. They had been on many romantic dinners before, they had a few very romantic nights, but now he was going to ask her to marry him... that still felt unreal.

"Darling?" she asked softly while opening the bedroom's door.

"Welcome home, I wanted to have a romantic dinner again." He smiled sheepishly, "Layla is at josh's house. he wanted to have a sleepparty for his birthday."

"Thank you," she grinned walking up to him and kissing his lips softly. Clay almost melted at the feeling of her lips, he hummed against her lips while smiling, feeling her do the same.

"I hope you'll enjoy what I made for you."

"I'm sure I will."

They had spent the whole evening laughing and enjoying the other's company. And as much as Clay had been reassuring Y/n that there weren't any special circumstances she could still see the worry and stress swimming in his eyes.

"Love," she spoke softly. "What's the matter? You're stressing about something I can see it in your eyes."

"I'm fine Y/n," he laughed. She knew him too well.

"You're not, but I'll take your word I suppose."

"Thank you," he smiled and planted another kiss on her forehead. They had started loading the dishwasher together and it wasn't helping his nerves one bit.

He even felt more nervous then before.

"Love? There is indeed something on my mind."

"Please share."

"Well, I made a mistake. A big one at that."

"Please, don't tell me. You didn't set up this whole date to break up."

"What?! No! Let me speak, please. I can't handle the stress already. God no! I would never ever."

"Alright," she sighed a bit more relaxed, "go on."

"the mistake i made, was run. When we were in college. I ran away and left you, just 'cause I was a big sissy. I want to make up for that mistake. And I know you don't hold it against me anymore. But I will never forgive myself for that.

But when I saw you again, I thought I had a new shot. A second chance. And I took it. I've never been more proud of myself than at the moment I took you and Layla in.

So, I wanted to say, that I'm thankfull for what you've given me. For what you were willing to wait on. I don't think I would've been this strong as I am now. I would probably have given up on a lot of things. But you are what kept me going.

I won't be able to live without that reassurance. Knowing that someone could take that what is mine away from me.

So, getting to the point I promise.

Y/n Y/l/n," he said getting on his knees while taking the ring box in his shaking hands. "Will you please, pretty please, marry me. Because i ma willing to stay. I Won't Leave, ever again."

"Of course," she had tears running down her cheeks and jumped him, making them tumble down to the ground. "You stupid, daft dimbo!"

They both hadn't been happier then at that moment. Their wedding was just as beautiful as they had imagined it to be. It wasn't with too much people, family and friends. Yn even got George and the others that could to come around at some point.

the fans were thankful for the content they got thanks to her.

Another thing he did! He finally announced he had a girlfriend... well wife.

Layla hadn't stopped with calling Clay her dad. But for his 25th birthday and her 7th, which were close to each others, she got 'adoption' papers. Clay was officially Layla's dad.

Clay also fullfilled his promise to Layla, she had given her a brother.

Baby

Y/n was nervous. She had been feeling sick lately and Cay forced her to go to the doctors. She was pregnant. And she wasn't sure if she was ready, if Clay was ready.

Of course she knew about the constant teasing between Clay and Layla. That he would give her a brother. But she was scared that it was just that, teasing.

She was taking deep breaths, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her head shot up when the door opened and a soft child voice reached her ears. "Mommy! I'm home."

"Hey! You're not the only one!"

"Oh, daddy too."

"Enthusiastic."

She opened the door of their bedroom and smiled at Layla. "I have to speak to daddy, is that okay darling?"

"Of course."

"Go do your homework in the mean time!" Clay called before he was janked inside their bedroom.

"Love everything okay?" the concern in his voice grew more and more when the tear stains on her cheek grew clearer and clearer.

"yes of course."

"Well then what did you want to talk about?"

"I-I..."

"Y/n?"

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, her eyes looking up at his and searching in his green once for his reaction.

At first he stood still. He didn't know what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around the woman he loved and started jumping around. "I'm going to be a father?!"

"yes," she chuckled while her worries faded away.

"I am going to be a father," he whispered to her. His hands rested on her cheeks as he prepped her face with kisses. "Oh bless you!"

"Mommy?! I have a question."

"Come in Layla."

"Okay, so math- Why does dad's head lie on your belly? He looks weird. Did you drink dad?! I thought we said no wine for today?"

"What weird bets did you make?"

"She said I was turning into an alcoholic! So I said that I could do without the wine and beer for a week."

"i said he couldn't it would only take him one day without to brake."

"Sorry love, I have to side with out daughter on this one."

"I don't drink so much!!"

"Back to the real question," Layla said with her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed making her look really sassy, she got that from her mother. "Why is his head on your belly?"

"Cause I have a baby in my belly."

"You ate a baby?!"

"No! I'm pregnant!"

"I'm getting a brother?!"

"or a sister."

"I want a brother though."

"You'll have to understand the chance of getting a sister is there."

"Okay," and before Y/n knew she had both Clay and Layla laying against her not even full, belly and whispering sweet words to them. She was thinking it would a boy too, she would love them either way.

And he was a he, Brandon. the new light in the happy family.

Brandon had his father's freckles green eyes and shaggy hair. Only was it his mother's haircolour.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No! You love me more! Mom!"

A/n

That was it. I really enjoyed doing these series I honestly think this are the best I've written.

i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it.

i am very sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my fist language. If you have request questions ask away!! If you just want to talk I'm also open for that.

reminder: @ghostofscarley

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Real Dad~DreamWasTaken

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"Any man can be a father,

but it takes someone special

to be a dad."

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part one - part two - part three - Part four

【!TW! swearing, mention of abuse, asshole boyfriends, mention of teen pregnancy, making out, hinting to making love, s.a. (touching and mentioning) (no smut though)】

But as soon as she opened the door she wanted to slam it back shut again, but the person's foot had been placed between the door and the frame making it impossible to close, without breaking his foot.

"hey Y/n/n," the person said, "did ya miss me?"

"No," she said, "No, no, no Go away Jake!"

But Jake stepped inside her home. The place she had bought to escape her old one, the one plagued with memories of him. She thought she could escape, that she could really be free.

Yet here he was to make her lose all sense of hope and safety.

This time was different though, she had a daughter, from him, but she also needed to protect her from him. He wasn't here to be father she could tell it from afar, he was drunk, he wasn't thinking clear.

"Didn't you miss me?" his taunting voice asked.

Y/n couldn't speak she shook her head violently, "No, no!" she had started whimpering.

"Oh, don't you lie to me," he whispered, walking towards her and resting his hand on her cheek. Her head jerked back, scared of his touch as the memories flooded her mind once more.

A few minutes ago she was having fun with Clay and she was curtain Layla was safe, everything was fine. Now here she was, backed up to her wall with a man she was dreading to see, in front of her. He didn't stand there gracefully as Clay had done the night before.

"Come on Y/n," his words were a bit slurred but not as bad as when he came home drunk when they loved together. "I know you still want me," she so desperately wanted to smack his smirk of his face.

"Besides no-one would ever want to date you, besides me..." his sentence slowed and his eyes darted from her eyes to her lips, he cam even closer, his hands wrapping around her waist while her mind finally snapped back.

There is one person who wants to date her, and he is still here.

"Clay," she whispered, she hadn't even noticed that his face was coming closer to her, she was focused on the one person she needed right now. "Clay!"

Her hands forcefully pushed his chest making him tumble away from her. His face formed a grimace of displeasure, his dumbfounded and uncomfortable state left Y/n enough time to run away form him.

Her feet carried her as fast as she could, her hands reaching for her doorknob when it came into view. She prayed Clay didn't lock it when he went to change, and luckily for her he didn't. Her hands clasped around he handle, but before she could open it another hand clasped around hers, making it impossible to open.

"You aren't going anywhere tonight darling."

"Let me go," she whispered while tears pooled in her eyes. "Please, let me go."

Her hand let go of the handle as her body tumbled to the ground, sobs racked through her body while she started pounding on the door. "Clay! Clay! Please! Open the door?!"

"Please," she whispered while more sobs racked her body.

"Don't worry darling," Jake's voice said from behind her, his hand grasped her hips and moved her against the door making her face him. "I'll be gentle..."

"No, no please, not again."

By this time her she started banging her head against the door, hoping and praying Clay would hear.

And he did.

The door opened and Y/n fell on her back inside her room, her head resting on a pair of socks, her eyes opened in relief while she looked up and her eyes connected with Clay's.

The blond looked at his feet and could immediately spot the tear stains on her cheeks. His blood ran cold and his eyes darkened from anger.

His eyes trailed down to her waist where two hands still held her in place. Before he could do anything the person sprang up and tried to be intimidating but as he was at least five inches smaller than Clay it didn't work that well.

Y/n took this as her chance, she sprinted in her room and hugged Clay's back, sobs continued to fall from her lips as she clung to the blond for support.

"What the fuck happened?!" his voice was laced with venom as his hands wrapped around those from Y/n that were situated on his stomach.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Jake screamed back.

"Clay, don't remember me Jake?" now his voice was taunting, it was even scarier than when he screamed.

"Don't tell me you're together now?" Jake scoffed, "she too much to deal with, I couldn't even handle her."

"What the fuck did you say?" he gently pushed Y/n off of him, making her softly walk towards her bed, "What the fuck did you just say?!"

"Well you must know what I mean, she's so needy, and honestly she never moans she's always silent-"

"Because I was asleep!" Y/n screamed, tears streamed down her eyes again, "You raped me! Almost every night! I am not needy!"

"What did you do?" Clay asked his eyes furious, he was boring holes into Jake's head.

But Jake just smirked, a devious grin on his lips while he stared at Y/n again, "I made her pay."

"Out," Clay said dangerously low. "Get the fuck out! I'll get a restraining order against you."

"That won't stop me, keep your girlfriend in check."

"Don't talk about her like that," he growled while already dragging him to the door.

"So she's not your girl?"

"Oh no, she definitely is, don't talk as if she isn't there. You deserve nothing, she on the other hand is the most perfect human, so take your fucking pathetic ass away from here and never dare to show up again!"

Before the devil could speak anything Clay had slammed the door in his face, he took in a few deep breaths before sprinting upstairs. There he found Y/n trembling and screaming in her pillow. He gently laid down besides her and wrapped his arms around her, that was the plan at least.

When his hands graced her skin she jumped up and scrambled away from him. His eyes started watering, he understood why she did it, but that didn't make it hurt less. She was traumatized, and she had mistaken him for Jake.

"I am so sorry," he whispered, while gently scooting to the side so she had more place to lay on.

"I-it's not you fault," she whispered, crawling back on her bed, but what surprised him was that she immediately wrapped her arms around him again. "I'm not scared of you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he whispered but he was still scared to wrap his arms around her, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable scared.

"Please hold me," she whispered while tucking her face in his chest.

"I'll always hold you," he whispered back.

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Clay woke up like that, his arms wrapped around Y/n's smaller frame while her head was tucked in his chest. Her eyes had a little white stream from her shed tears and a little bit of black spots from her outrun mascara, but he didn't care she looked just as beautiful.

"Mommy?" a voice asked while gently knocking on her door.

His eyes darted downwards to Y/n's sleeping figure as he decided he was going to let her sleep, last night was a long one, even for him, who spent most his nights streaming.

He gently opened the door, "Y/n is still asleep but I can help?"

Layla smiled up at him and at her smile he could tell she hadn't heard anything last night, she probably was like her mother once asleep you never get them up again, unless you threaten their food.

"I wanted to ask if I could watch tv?"

Clay smiled at the little girl, seeing her father yesterday made him question a lot of things, one being how he could have such a daughter while he was him, and the answer was: Layla was also Y/n's kid.

"Of course, I'll put on some clothes and accompany you."

"Yeah!" she whisper shouted remembering her mother was asleep.

Clay softly closed the door while walking towards the bed, his eyes scanned her body again stopping on her face. He was sure he could so some parts of her features still painted in a scared motion, but when he blinked they turned peaceful again. He was so scared that Jake would turn up again, he wanted her safe, and now he knew she wasn't in here.

"Take a picture," her sleepy voice startled him, "it'll last longer."

"Just admiring," he whispered while climbing on the bed again. He rested his face one the pillow again making sure there was enough space so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

"I'd call it staring," she whispered while her eyes trailed down to his lips.

"Look who's staring herself."

"Just admiring," she mocked him, focusing her eyes back on his own.

"I really want to kiss you right now," he whispered, "but I don't want to overstep anything, and if you want to take things slow I understand okay?"

Her lips turned upwards as her eyes glimmed with tears, happy tears, "Kiss me, I trust you, you're not him." She could see the hesitation in his eyes, "Please kiss me."

So he did, who was he to disobey her wishes.

His lips met hers softly, passionately, he could feel her smile softly into it which made him happy that she was still comfortable with him. The knowledge of that made him a bit more sure of himself, he pushed himself up on his elbow and placed one on each side of her, making him lean above her.

He stopped the kiss to look at her for a second, asking for permission and seeing if everything was still okay.

Y/n nodded her head and leaned up herself making their lips meet again, but this time more fierce and lustful.

She sighed contently while he let out a little soft moan, making her more confident, her lips left his and trailed down his cheeks to his collar. He let out a deep sigh when she let her lips brush against his earlobe, "Darling."

"Yes love?"

"Don't start something you cant finish."

She smirked, softly kissing behind his ears while her hands found a place in his hair, "Who says I cant finish what I just started?"

"Mommy? Are you awake?"

"She did," Clay chuckled.

Y/n laughed softly, "Yes honey, I am."

"Okay, tell Clay I am ready to start a show! I think he'll like this one!"

"O-okay," she stuttered, Clay's lips were trailing down her neck now. He gently let himself lay on top of her making their whole body touch, everywhere.

"You sure you could do it?"

"M-maybe not now," she breathed.

Clay laughed while giving her one last kiss, "I'll be watching a show with Layla. You can come out when you want, don't feel pressured to come out too fast."

"Alright."

Clay left the room eventually and a bit reluctant but he left in the end, he couldn't keep Layla waiting forever. That's how Y/n found them. Clay was laying on the couch while Layla was sitting on his legs with a bowl of cornflakes.

Her heart warmed at the sight, last night seeing Jake again had shaken her, it made bad memories come back, but this time she wasn't as scared. Because she knew she wasn't alone, she had her daughter, she had her parents, she had Clay, her biggest support that she didn't have last time.

Clay looked over his shoulder to see his lover standing there, smiling softly with small tears pricking her eyes. He couldn't help himself but smile back, he gestured to her that she should come lay with them.

So they stayed like that for the rest of the day mostly, Clay on the couch with his arms wrapped around Y/n who laid half on top of him and half next to him and Layla she laid like her mother on the other side, with both Clay's and Y/n's arms wrapped around her.

In that moment Y/n hadn't been happier, and Clay hadn't either.

She's the one.

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It had been a month, Jake hadn't showed up again but Clay insisted they moved in with him and Nick. Which they did, Layla had her own room almost double the size of her old one, with a bigger bad, bookshelves for her collection and a large closet with her other toys and collections.

Y/n at first insisted she stayed with Layla not wanting to intrude, but when she did end up with Clay in bed every night she didn't care anymore to just move into his room.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Y/n asked as they were walking around in the store.

Layla was dragging Nick around to every cook aisle she could find while Y/n was pushing the cart with Clay walking besides her.

"I don't know," he hummed, "You choose we always eat something that we choose."

"Because I never know," Y/n chuckled. Her smile was brighter and Clay noted she looked healthier than a few days back. Her nightmares had subsided and she was truly happy. Exactly there did he make a promise that he was going to make her happy like this for as long as he lived. Because her smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

But her smile was soon swiped of her face, her eyes were distant and her face turned to Clay in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

"H-h he- h"

"Breath, Y/n calm breaths," he cupped her face and let her eyes focus on his. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead once her breaths calmed down, "Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Jake, he's here, I saw him."

Clay's eyes darkened as his hands on her cheeks stilled for a second. He gently traced his thumb over her cheeks and smiled reassuringly at her, "Nothing is going to happen."

"O-okay."

He smiled at her before grabbing her hand and taking the cart in his other, "Now lets get some food and we'll go home. Then I will help you cook this time."

"But you have to stream?"

"I'll always make time for you," he said while pecking her lips.

The whole trip to the store and inside had gone by without needing to interact with Jake, they hadn't crossed paths and now they were loading everything in the car of Clay.

"When we get home can I play with uncle Nick?" Layla asked while tugging at her mother's jacket.

"Of course," Y/n answered.

she loved how she said 'uncle Nick' and she could see how Nick enjoyed that too. Some times she even called Clay 'uncle Clay' but then she would make a disgusted sound and say it didn't fit him. The last week she sometimes slipped up and even called him 'dad'. Neither Clay nor Y/n corrected her, at first Y/n did scared that Clay wasn't ready for that. But Clay had reassured her that he loved it, and so none ever corrected her on it.

"Thank you mom!"

"Mom?" a voice behind her asked. Y/n's body froze, her eyes widened but they deflated when Clay placed his hand in hers.

"Yes, that's my daughter."

They turned around to Jake, his eyes were wide and he had a wicked smile on his face. It made him look insane.

"Who's the father?" he asked, but the smirk plastered on his face told them he already knew.

"None of your business."

"she's mine isn't she?"

His face never lost the wicked smile, he looked like a maniac. Y/n felt the fear run through her veins and her throat fell dry.

"Yes," she whispered, she couldn't lie. Layla was after all indeed his kid too.

"Can I meet her?" he asked, still the same maniacally grin and glint in his eye. Y/n was reluctant she didn't feel safe with it, but she could't keep Layla away from him or he could get court involved.

"Only if she wants to."

Clay felt the fear creep up inside her, his hand slipped back in hers and gave it a soft squeeze. He was going to be there the whole time. He planted a kiss to the top of her head and walked made a sign for Nick and Layla to come.

"Who's this weird man?" Layla asked when she took in the sight of Jake. Clay tried to stifle his laughter but he failed miserably.

"I'm Jake, who are you?" he asked, but his smile looked still like a maniacally grin.

"Jake?" the little girl asked along with Nick who also knew the stories.

"So you're the one who hurt my mom!"

"Layla!" Y/n pleaded, "He is, but I haven't told you the whole truth, he's- he- he is, he's your dad."

"Well I don't want him!"

Y/n was shocked with her daughter, she had always pleaded with her for a sibling, for a father, but now she had literally turned down her real father.

"What?!" Jake was furious.

"You heard me dumbass," said Layla confidently. "I already have a dad, a real dad."

"I am your real dad," he said threateningly. He stepped closer to little girl before he was pushed back by a strong hand.

"Don't come any closer."

"What are you gonna do huh?" asked Jake looking up to be met with Clay's furious eyes.

"I am going to smack you into oblivion."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Don't tempt me. You cant come here to hurt my girlfriend, you cant come here to try and act like a dad, you left them and you'll have to live with that! So wipe that maniacally smirk of your face 'cause you're not getting any closer to my family then this."

That seemed to get in his head, he growled in his face before pushing Clay's hands of him and running the opposite way.

The ride home was fairly quiet, Clay had his hand placed on Y/n's thigh while she was calming down, Layla was staring outside sometimes saying something and Nick was trying to cheer everybody up but he gave up a little.

When they came home Layla and Nick ran inside to play while Y/n and Clay unloaded the car.

"Did you mean it? When you said 'my family'?"

"Of course," the blonde said turning to the girl, he held a soft and gentle smile on his face while placing his hands on her cheeks. "i love you more than anything, same goes for Layla, one day I am going to make that happen. one day I am going to officially make us one family."

"really?"

"really."

They both smiled at each other while leaning in slightly. Their lips met in the middle, they both could wipe the smiles of their faces. Y/n's hands clasped together behind his neck while his found their way to her waist.

"Eww, stop kissing!" a little voice exclaimed. Layla stood at the door while she held a disgusted expression on her face.

The two broke apart and couldn't help but laugh softly at her.

Suddenly Y/n's face broke out in a serious expression, "Layla, if you do want to meat your father you don't have to refuse that because i don't like him. He is in the end your father."

The little girl ran up to her mother and jumped in her arms. "No mama!" she said, "I don't like him! He left and hurt you! I don't need him, he's not my real dad that's Clay!"

"I am not going to force you into meeting or talking to him, but you have to understand that Jake is your biological father."

"Okay," she whispered, "but Clay is my dad right?"

"If you want him to be and he wants to be."

The little girl lifted her head from Y/n's shoulder and turned to Clay, "Will you be my real dad?" she whispered he eyes shining with hope while a small doubtful smile covered her lips.

"It would be my honor," he replied, scooping the little girl in her arms and spinning her around.

Layla's giggles filled the air and Y/n couldn't help but smile. She was most grateful for Layla and Clay. She was sure she wouldn't have made it this far without either of them.

Suddenly her hand was pulled by Clay, her other hand was put into Layla's smaller one, they jumped around and laughed all day long.

"I love you," she whispered that night. Her head was placed on his chest, her hands were playing with his hair, while he had his head on top of hers, his hands tracing patterns on her skin.

"I love you more," he whispered.

She lifted her heard from his chest and looked up at him, "I couldn't have imagined someone better to be Layla's dad."

"I couldn't have imagined any other family I would want to be apart of."

A/n:

So it's been long....

I am sorry for not updating it had been rough with school but I am back! This will happen again though because my exams are coming up.

But this is part four! I honestly had a writers block here so if some things don't add up I will edit this sometime. I honestly didn't like this part that much but yeah, i'll edit those parts another time.

Thank you all for the support on the other parts!!

reminders: @ghostofscarley

Hope you enjoy!!

(I am planning on ending this series in an epilogue of oneshots let me know if you would like that.)

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i am so excited for i won’t leave part 4 omg part 3 was so good!!

Hiii I am so glad you like it!!

I am having some trouble with posting and schoolwork so it’ll be a little later but I’m working on it and hope to bring it out before the week ends!!

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Thank you!

Hi!! so I wanted to thank all of you!

I am so thankful for everything! Especially the 135 notes on Somewhat Dad~DreamWasTaken!!

I am so happy a lot of you enjoy my content! So I just wanted to make that clear honestly.

I also want to thank the followers and supporters from my other post I am just as grateful for them!

I think that maybe if some people want it, I can do a Q&A if we gain few more followers and when it's wanted... So if you have a question or anything just send it! :D

Again, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH <3

Some updates/reminders:

Part three of "I won't leave ~DWT" is out, (stepdad).

I am thinking of writing for the fandom "Encanto"

Request are always welcome

I do remind people who ask to be

I also have a Wattpad account if you ever want to check it out, (N0b0dy-011_) I write for the same things as here :)

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Stepdad ~DreamWasTaken

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"I'm living my teenage dream

and my adult one"

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Also I didn't know if I should mention this but like :

Y/n : your name

Y/n/n: Your nickname

Y/l: your last name

M/n: Mother's name

D/n: Dad's name

part one - part two - part three - part four

【!TW! swearing, mention of abuse, asshole boyfriends, mention of teen pregnancy, making out, hinting to making love (no smut though)】

His boldness caught her of guard, "like a date?"

"Like a date."

"Yeah, yeah. I'd-I'd like that, send me the details," and with that she swiftly kissed his cheek again before almost running to her car.

"I got a date!" they both said out of disbelieve.

It was the day of their date. It was complete chaos.

Just chaos.

Nothing new.

Clay was being hysterical, he had been planning their date ever since she said yes which was, two days 8 hours and 12 minutes ago, yes he counted.

He couldn't believe it when she decided to go on a date with him, it made him feel like the happiest man alive. and dead, just the happiest man.

But it wasn't much better with Y/n. She had dropped of Layla at her mother's and went straight to a shop for 'the perfect dress'. Which was a hard task.

She hadn't been on a date since the jerk with the name of Jake. So, to say she was stressed was a bit of an understatement. She had already called six of her friends, but they all had the same advise; be yourself and you look beautiful.

It didn't really matter though because her head had an own way of thinking, which was a lot more pessimistic.

but now was the moment.

Clay had knocked on her door, with trembling hands, she had opened the door, with trembling hands.

Clay's breath was just gone. He didn't mean to sound cliché, but she had made him breathless with her beauty.

"You look," and for the rest there didn't follow anything. Just his eyes roaming around her figure.

"You look nice too," she giggled softly, he hadn't seen her this shy since they were in high school.

Even with their nerves the date went amazing. The food was great and they laughed almost the whole time. Only thing Clay didn't like was the waiter flirting with Y/n. But then again she hadn't noticed because her attention was so fixated on him, which made his ego grow twice the size already.

"I had an amazing time," she said to him. Clay had asked to drop her off, but now standing in front of her little house he didn't want to leave.

"i did too," he sighed drowning in her eyes, the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. "I would-I would like to take you on an-another one?"

"that'd be lovely."

He sighed, relieved and just started at her lovingly. She did the same but broke out of her trance sooner, "would you like to come in for a bit?"

The blonde just nodded his head, still to heavy daydreaming to answer. It made her laugh once more, which got him out of his daydream and chuckle a bit embarrassed.

"Would you like something to drink or eat? I know we just came from a restaurant but-"

"It's fine," he said smiling, she was always too sweet.

"Okay," and they sat in silence for a while. not uncomfortable. never, but they both did wish they had the guts or nerve to talk about something.

"Do you want to stay over? Like when we were teenagers, I don't have to pick Layla up till tomorrow afternoon."

"I'd like that."

So he stayed, and he didn't regret it one bit. He loved every minute of it, watching stupid romantic Disney movies while drinking some hot chocolate, they had enough wine already. When the end of the movie was nearing Y/n had laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I really want to stay this way."

"Me too," he sighed. Clay had always dreamed of this moment, wrapped around the person he loved the most, the only one he would ever love. It warmed his heart when she said this, meaning she felt the same.

"Where can I sleep? I don't want to overstep any boundaries," he asked softly trailing his fingers up her arm making her shiver slightly.

"You can just sleep with me," never would she have thought that she would say this, but he made her feel safe. He had always done, so when she was left with Jake she felt defenceless, because her safe place was gone.

She had it back now, she was never planning to let him go again.

"Okay," he said a mix of adoration and nervousness in his voice.

"Come on then," she had picked herself off the couch and out of his arms, which made both of them a bit colder. She had picked up his hand and tugged him up. "I never really gave you a tour of the house did I?"

He chuckled at her adorableness, he had been in her house few times but he never really had been around everywhere. "I haven't but, I would really like it in the morning then."

"Why?" she asked softly.

"Because right now, I just want to lay in bed with the most beautiful girl in my arms." he whispered against her neck. She had stopped walking and he had decided to stand so close...

"Alright," she breathed in defeat and slight nervousness at his boldness, but she didn't really mind. It was a bit exciting.

"Follow me."

So she led them to her bedroom, it was pretty big for their cozy house, but he could note that she gave the biggest room to Layla.

"The bathroom is there, but you can always just change in here," she giggled.

He laughed at her, "Maybe I will, but you wont be able to resist me then."

she just chuckled more, he loved it. They both hadn't noticed how close they had gotten. If he stepped a bit further he would have her trapped between him and the wall. Sooner their laughter died down and they just stared at each other. Completely lost in each other's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. His breath had left him and his voice was soft almost lower than a whisper.

"Mhm," she hummed, unable to form words because of their proximity.

He wasted no time, his lips crashed with hers. Her lips were made for his, he could feel how good they were together. He had never felt so needy for someone.

Her lips were chapped and soft, he loved everything about them. Of course he had dreamed about kissing her since he was like old enough to understand love, but this had blown any expectations he had ever made.

What he loved most though was how she kissed him back with as much passion and adoration. He grunted lowly and pushed her against the wall. She loved it when she could hear how riled up he got.

"As much as I like where this is going," she muttered against his lips who were still trying to make as much contact as possible, "I have a kid I have to pick up tomorrow morning."

"I know," he sighed. His lips had detached from hers and were now lightly grazing and kissing the nape of her neck. His head dropped in the crook of her shoulder.

"Let's sleep then," she said softly.

"No wait," he said urgently. His blond hair lifted from her shoulder and flopped in front of his eyes.

"I know I should ask you on a second and third date and such but- I just, I don't want to wait that long," he said honestly, "Would you be mine? But if you're not ready I'll go on a second date and-"

But she cut him off, with placing her lips back on his. "I would love to," she whispered. It only made him smile wider and start kissing her all over her face. Y/n smiled at him too, "We really should sleep though."

"Let me enjoy the feeling of kissing my girlfriend for a moment," he mumbled dreamily.

She only giggled more, "Alright. Only if I can enjoy my boyfriend."

"Oh, I love the sound of that," he grinned. She kissed him once more, with a bit less hunger but just utter love.

In the end they finally got to bed, they had laughed kissed and joked around way too long, which ended in them being very sleepy in the morning. Y/n was the first to wake up.

Her head was turned to her window, while her back was to the wall, wait her bed wasn't against the wall?

So turning her head around she was met with the blond mop of hair from Clay. She slightly sighed of relieve but then remembered their date. Everything came back, how much fun they had on the date, how they continued to have fun at her house, how he asked to stay over, how they Kissed, ...

Her face heated up by remembering their kiss. When it finally settled in that he asked her to be his girlfriend she felt hot everywhere, as if she was blushing on her stomach and back too.

She tried the get up from the bed, not wanting to wake up Clay who looked too peaceful to disturb. But, every time she tried to stand up or free herself from his arms, they just snaked around her waste again while tightening making her stuck between his arms.

After a lot of attempts she just lied back down, her head resting against his chest and her arms dropped on top of his, their hands interlocking. She sighed dreamily, as she fell asleep again with a permanent smile on her face.

After she had fallen asleep again Clay had woken up. At first he didn't remember where he was before everything started settling in his mind too. He grinned while remembering everything, especially their kiss and her saying 'yes' to being his lover. Oh, how he loved to call her that.

As he smiled his eyes focused on the sleeping person in his arms, his arms tightened a bit more, forcing her to be flush against him. His action got a little giggle out of her. He chuckled slightly before resting his head in the crook of her neck, "Morning."

"Good morning."

"Slept well?"

"Very, you?"

"Like a baby."

"You are a baby."

"Your baby."

"No," she chuckled slightly, "that's Layla."

He smiled in her skin at the mention of the kid. Before it was wiped of his face, what would he tell her? Now that he was dating Y/n he could be her step-father?

But then again he should actually, like factly spoken, be married to Y/n to be her step-father right?

"What are you thinking about?" the said girl asked. He hadn't noticed that in his pondering she had turned around in his arms, now face to face with him.

"Layla," he answered softly, "I just, I don't want to be a father-figure if you don't want to but- I just- I don't know, would she even consider me to be your boyfriend? Would she hate me n-"

But he was cut of by his lover placing her lips in his, he melted into it as soon as at happened as if he hadn't been thinking about a pretty big 'issue' before.

"Layla is no problem," she said against his lips, "she loves you! She even asked me once if I could make you her 'daddy'."

"Really?" he asked shocked, but completely giddy at the thought.

"Yes really."

"Well don't we have a daughter to pick up?"

Y/n couldn't help but smile teary eyes at him. She loved how he had already accepted the fact that she had a child, he even called her 'their daughter' meaning he was considering to put himself out as father for Layla.

"Yeah, let's go pick up our daughter."

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They were both a bit scared for Layla and Y/n's mother's reaction. "It's going to be okay," she whispered to Clay, holding his hand in hers while walking up to her old house.

"Yeah," he breathed. Although he wasn't to sure, he hadn't really spoken to her mother ever since they lost contact. Clay was scared he had messed up his chance at a normal relation with her parents.

"Y/n!" her mother said excited when she opened the door, "Clay?"

"Hey, M/n..." he said unsure.

"It's been so long!" she exclaimed, hugging him closely. AT first he stiffened not sure what to do. In the end he melted into the hug, just like when he was a teenager. He missed this, he missed the L/n family. He forgot how much of a huger M/n was, how he used to work in the garage with D/n, how he used to hang out with Y/n, he just missed everything.

"Mommy!"

While Clay and M/n were hugging Layla and D/n had walked out, Y/n's daughter jumped into her arms as soon as her mother came into view. D/n was stood in the doorframe smiling at his daughter with her own daughter, and at his wife hugging the boy he viewed his son, used to...

"Dad, Mom, can we talk?"

"Of course honey, come in," her mother replied softly, seeing Clay next to Y/n M/n already had her suspicion on what she wanted to say.

"Can I come mum?"

"Yeah," she said looking at Clay who nodded his head, already knowing what she wanted to talk about.

D/n had pulled out four chairs for them to sit, while M/n had ran inside to make get drinks and food.

"So, what did you have to say?" D/n asked.

"Uhm," Clay wasn't sure what to say, he had always been welcome in the L/n household but the numb tone coming from the man did hurt, but he couldn't find it in himself to get mad or irritated, it was his own fault.

"Clay and I have reconnected a few, I think some months back, and we uhm have decided to give dating a chance," Y/n said, taking Clay's hand in her own underneath the table. The small gesture made his heart melt a bit.

Her dad looked the boy up and down before smiling, "I never liked that Jake dude, but I know you Clay. If I ever have to give my daughter to someone I'm happy to do it to you."

Clay smiled slightly, he loved her really, her and her family so seeing that the man wasn't that mad with him comforted him.

"But if you ever pull a stupid stunt ever again, I will find you."

Clay gulped and nodded silently.

M/n laughed at her husbands antics, "he isn't that serious, but we do look out for our Y/n/n, so if you mess this chance up, we will stand by Y/n."

Even though this was kind of a serious, very serious, topic and warning, he couldn't help but smile. He was glad his lover had such a great family, not that he could complain. He was happy to be reunited with them again, he was never, ever, planning on going away again.

"I promise you, I don't want to leave again, I won't leave, never again."

Y/n smiled at her parents, her lover, and her little bean situated in her lap. "You better not, who will I play Minecraft with?!" Layla exclaimed.

For the rest of the day they shared laughs, stories, memories, and caught up, Clay and Y/n hadn't stopped smiling when they returned home.

"You know,' Clay stated, "I thought that would've gone way worse."

"Why?"

"Because I did something terrible to you."

The beautiful woman turned around staring in his eyes with disbelieve and love, she walked up to him cupping his cheeks, "that's the past now. If you're willing to stay, to be in this little family, we will always be good, I've forgiven you. You should too, stop blaming yourself."

He smiled softly, reaching his hands up to cup hers that were still on his cheeks, "I won't leave." He mumbled before leaning forward and kissing his lover.

he was already addicted to the feeling of her lips on his. As was she.

But they pulled apart when they hear a small gasp from the living room, they looked at Layla scared something happened, but when they saw her she was standing before them, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

"You kissed my mom!"

Clay and Y/n chuckled at her, "i did," the blond stated proudly, "Gonna do something about it?"

"Nothing," she stated honestly, "You two are great together." Now they stood there with their mouths open, slightly surprised at her sudden change in attitude, she was talking so grown up.

"But!" the little girl yelled, "If you dare make my mom upset! I'll kick you out myself." She finished proudly, walking to her room leaving the adults alone.

"Did, did she just threaten you?"

"I think she did..."

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Clay had chosen to stay a little longer in Y/n's house. They had watched some movies together, and laughed almost the whole time.

Even though Clay was happy, he couldn't say one moment were he had felt this happy. No, he was sure, this was the most happy he had ever known himself.

He started kissing Y/n's head, she was situated in his lap leaning against his chest. She hummed softly feeling the butterfly kisses against her hair, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he answered still hiding his face in her soft hair.

"Alright."

"Okay, I was just thinking about how happy I am," he said suddenly;

She turned around at lightning speed. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, getting lost in her eyes.

"Me neither," she replied softly. He couldn't take it anymore and crashed their lips back together.

"Hmm," she hummed in satisfaction, against his lips. Her hands getting tangled in his hair, while his found their way on her hips pulling her comfortable in his lap again.

She, now straddling his hips, started to gently push him in the couch. "I love you," he mumbled against her neck. He had stopped his kisses when he realized what he said.

"It's okay if you didn't mean it ye-"

But he cut her off by kissing her again, his hand now on the back of her neck gently pushing her closer.

"No I meant it," he said, "just not sure if you wanted to hear or say it yet."

She smiled at his consideration, Jake never really did, "I love you too."

He groaned softly hearing her say that, he grabbed her neck again, kissing her more passionatally and rougher. Her hands found their way on his chest again. When they started to change positions, Clay on top and Y/n being straddled, the bell rung.

really? Now?

But they ignored it, untill they rang again, "just ignore it."

Again, "Clay-"

"No, no, I don't want to go."

She chuckled softly, "I have to get the door though."

they both sighed, Clay sitting up straight, while Y/n went to the door.

"Can I crash here tonight?"

"Of course, love," Y/n responded, not even aware about what she called him.

"I like the sound of that," he mumbled to himself, a grin plastered on his face.

He went in her room to change for the night, he had noticed that time had flown by and it was already midnight. Which made him think, who would knock on someone's door at this hour?

When Clay had gone to her room, Y/n went to the door. She wasn't sure who would be there but she didn't want to be rude if her neighbour needed something, or something like that.

but as soon as she opened the door she wanted to slam it back shut again, but the person's foot had been placed between the door and the frame making it impossible to close, without breaking his foot.

"hey Y/n/n," the person said, "did ya miss me?"

"No," she said, "No, no, no Go away Jake!"

A/n

Soo... it's already part three!!

I loved this not gonna lie, hehe, but if someone has something they want to see further in to the story just let me know! I also wanted to thank you all for the support around this series already!!

I hope you enjoyed, if you want to be reminded to the next chapter you can also just ask!

reminder: @ghostofscarley

(I know you didn't ask but you wanted it last time so I would think also for this part,)

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Somewhat Dad~DreamWasTaken

DreamWasTaken x Fem!reader (Clay's last name is Fisher)

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"I will be the best dad, just for you..."

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part one - part two - part three - part four

"Is that daddy?" the little girl whispered. Both the adults eyes widened, while Nick was snickering and looking at some sort of bread.

"Uhm, no. Layla, this is Clay, a friend. Clay this is Layla, my daughter."

To say Clay didn't have a hard time looking at the little girl was an understatement. She looked exactly as her mother, Y/n. He didn't know why it stung him so hard.

Of course he loved, was still kinda in love, with the little child's mother but.... That couldn't be it right?

"Hi!" the little girl said energized, she was a real energetic child as he could observe, the only thing once more coming to mind was how her mother was exactly the same.

"Hey..." he whispered back, not because he was afraid or something like that, he was just surprised. Layla was so nice. Not that he would expect anything else from a child who's mother is Y/n, but her father was Jake...

At least he thought so...

He hadn't been able to ask that yet for to be completely sure.

But she had asked her if he was her dad, she didn't know her dad?

"Are you the weird boy from gran's photobook?"

"Weird boy?!"

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Layla fell in love with Clay, which wasn't so surprising seeing as she like the exact baby replica of her mother. He was trying his best to be there for his best friend again, and he was doing a great job.

At first Y/n wasn't quite sure about how to handle the situation, of course she could still feel her teenage heart hammering in her chest whenever their eyes met, or when he called her cute names, or-

I think you get the point...

It had been a couple weeks since they saw each other in the market and to be fair she hadn't been disappointed of her decision.

When Y/n was loading the food they bought into her trunk Clay decided to help, while he left Nick to do it himself, and after the cheeky man asked for her forgiveness as reward.

To which she had replied she would give him a chance, to prove he meant it, that he was choosing to stay.

He did.

They called from time to time, he asked about her work and Layla. While she would ask about his day and his new videos. Of course he had told her about his career, she was very supportive about it.

"hellooo!" Clay's voice rung through the speakers of her phone.

"Hi Clay."

"Hellooooooooooo, clayton!" Layla screamed, while running in her mothers room.

Y/n was happy how close they had become, Layla would constantly talk and ask about stories from when they were younger which they both happily talked about. She had started using the nickname Clayton when she had heard someone say it in one of his videos, she was a die hard dream stan now.

"You so cheated in your newest manhunt!"

"I did not!" Clay argued, he loved the little girl to death. Maybe not as much as he loved her mother though... but still Layla had owned a special place in his heart ever since they roamed around in the store for the first time.

"Okay, even though it is fun to hear your banter, let's talk about something I can relate with?"

"but mommy...." Layla whined, "you aren't as interesting."

Y/n let out a gasp, the betrayal!, while Clay was weazing from the other side of the phone.

"Sorry mommy, Clay's my favourite now," her own daughter shrugged as if it was the most natural thing ever.

"I guess you can go to him then," Y/n played along. "Seeing as you don't love me anymore."

This time Layla gasped, "OH! Mommy! i do love you!! Don't send me away! I wanna stay with you!"

"I know sweety I was just joking with you, I would never send you away," the mother spoke sweetly to her, and started kissing her face everywhere!

Clay couldn't see what was happening, but hearing the kissy noises and the giggles of the little girl, his heart melted a bit. He hated Jake for leaving the little, but loving, family and mistreating them, her. He hadn't forgiven himself from what he did, even though yn had told him multiple times the past few weeks, that she as alright now.

He was a bit scared of loosing them, he didn't know why, he just was. they both had such a special place in his heart. He wanted to be a part of the little loving family, he wanted to be sat next to them and also place kisses on the girl's face while he would have his arm around Y/n.

He hadn't fallen out of love with her, ever. But now, seeing or at least hearing her everyday, made him realise just how much.

"I'm gonna make some food," Y/n declared, "you can still talk with Clayton for a bid."

"Why can't he eat with us?"

His heart swelled again, he loved it when he felt so... wanted. He loved it when it came through that the little girl had a soft place for him too.

"You'll have to ask him, say we're eating pizza and have banana pudding in the freazer.

"Clayton...? Would you like to-

I think he hang up mom?"

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After Layla got over the shock of Clay hanging up on her like that she helped her mother decorate a pizza, when suddenly there were loud knocks on their door.

"Who's that mommy?"

"I don't know darling, let's look."

As they both walked to the door Layla took a hold of her mother's hand swinging it between them.

"Hello how-"

"Clayton!!" Layla screamed running for ward completely forgetting she had her mother's hand in hers and flung herself at him.

"hello," he chuckled, "I couldn't pass on on pizza are you crazy?"

Ans that's how they spend their evening, decorating their own pizza

"Clayton, that's not right!! You don't put olives on your pizza!"

"Layla, you can't talk you literally have pineapple on yours!"

"Mommy!! Clay says my pizza is bad!"

"Clay!"

"Y/n, it was a joke, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"I swear I am raising two children."

And then eating them, before the tv watching a funny family movie from Disney.

But of course that good moment didn't last forever, as Clay needed to go back home Layla started crying. She didn't want him to go, which was obvious. In the end her crying got Clay to tuck her in bed.

He was making himself ready to leave so he want to say goodbye to Y/n, only to find her asleep on the couch.

"Good night," he whispered, while kissing the top of her head, "I love you." He added the last as a whisper even lower than that, he was scared that maybe she would hear, but he debated if that would be so bad.

"Please," she groaned while grasping his hand when he stood back up, "stay?"

"I can't, Y/n/n," he stated softly. "I have an early video to film tomorrow morning, George's time set up."

"okay," she whispered already falling asleep again. "Toodeloo."

"See you soon."

As he was steering his car in the driveway, he couldn't help but think about what she asked. Had she really forgiven and wanted him to stay? Or was she so sleepy she hadn't even noticed? Maybe he should've stayed and found out, or maybe she was actually too asleep and he would overstep the boundaries.

But he didn't sleep much that night. He just wanted her here, along with Layla of course. All night he just longed to have her wrapped in his arms. To have her head snuggled in his chest, like they did when they were teenagers. Clay certainly felt like one, wishing for his crush to notice him.

But he didn't know that she felt the change. He may have done something stupid but she forgave, and she knew she had said so in the store when they first caught up, but of course it wasn't like before in a snap of the finger. She needed time first and he understood, he gave her it, even though they called and messaged a lot, because they were both a bit scared if they didn't hold contact now it would've slipped away.

But she found her house cold when he left, except for her forehead, which he kissed.

Oh no, she still liked him.

Only complication: she now has a child and isn't a teenager anymore.

She also knew Layla wouldn't really be a problem, they got along great, but maybe it won't in the future... She was still worried sometimes.

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Today Y/n had to work, her parents weren't home and she didn't have time and money to find a babysitter.

So you tried the last person on the list, "Clay, I have a favour to ask you."

"Sure what is it?"

"Can you watch Layla for the day? I have work and I asked mom and dad but they aren't home, If it's too much I get it and-"

But before she could make her sentence full he chuckled, "I'll watch Layla for you, no need to ask, I love that kid."

he could hear her sigh out of relieve, "Thank you! i'll even pay you or something I-"

"You don't have to pay me," he laughed, "I'll do it anyway."

"Okay thank you, so much. I'll drop her off at yours if that's okay, it's on my way to work anyway."

"that'd be great."

"Alright see ya."

As she hung up he raced out of his bed, he hadn't told her this but, he actually just woke up. But that was out of the question, he loved Layla and would look after her anytime, but he got to see you which was an even better thing.

He was happy you asked him, that you trusted him to look after her. he was starting to earn your trust and love again. Even though he already got it back, but he didn't need to know that.

"Come on in!"

"thank you so much! i'll see you later okay? You have your tablet and some extra exercises from miss. Lilly okay?"

"Bye bye mommy, I'll behave." she said already hugging Clay by his leg.

"is that Layla I see?!" Nick shouted from the hall. Nick had become a real good person in the little girl's life. Just as Clay he had kept in contact with Y/n and he loved Layla also very much.

"Sapnap!!" she shouted running inside while dropping her bag. She jumped up in his arms and hugged him too.

"Can I show her my gaming set?"

"Can I see the gaming set?!" she asked amazed, looking at her mom and back to Nick.

her mother gave a soft smile and nodded her head, which made the two run inside and to his room.

"Have fun with the children," she joked. Clay laughed, Nick could be a real child indeed.

"I have to go now, call me if anything goes wrong." With that she left, not before giving him a kiss on the cheek though.

He was glad she left so swiftly now she couldn't see his burning face.

"Yo, man. What happened? You look like you ate a hot chili pepper."

"Yeah, what happened dude?" Layla asked. She tried to rise her brow like Sapnap but failed miserably.

"She kissed my cheek," he whispered still in shock.

"Dude!" Spanap and Layla yelled together.

"Are you two a thing now?"

"Are you my dad then?"

"No, and ... no. I am sorry Layla, your dad isn't the best person and I'll gladly would step up in his place, but that's for you and you mother to decide. But i'll always be here, okay? I won't leave."

All this emotion made her burst in tears, while she ran up and tackled the already crouching Dream to the ground, "You deserve someone like my mom, so does she. She's amazing and I hope you become my dad."

I hope so too.

When Y/n came to pick Layla up she found the three of them in the kitchen all covered in flour.

"Mommy!" Layla screamed, jumping of her chair and running to give her mom a hug. Which Y/n had to kindly refuse.

"Who are you flour girl and what have you done to my daughter?"

"But it's me mommy! And that's Clayton and Sappy!"

"You really had to make her use that nickname huh?" Nick asked annoyed at Clay. To which he just responded with a 'yup'.

After getting the flour off her daughter Y/n saw it was already pretty late out, so Clay asked them to stay. Which they did.

they ate the best ever, but after she had witnessed the four-fiasco she had decided it would be better if she cooked or they got take-out and Clay not wanting her to cook wen it was his house choose for the take-out, which he also insisted on paying for.

But the evening soon came to an end.

So when Layla was safely tucked into her auto-seat her mother turned to Clay one more.

"Thank you again, for doing this."

"It's no problem really."

"I know you said you don't want any payment but can I at least show my gratitude in some way?"

Multiple ideas swarmed in his head, but he decided too shoot his shot, "you can say you will go out with me sometime?"

His boldness caught her of guard, "like a date?"

"Like a date."

"Yeah, yeah. I'd-I'd like that, send me the details," and with that she swiftly kissed his cheek again before almost running to her car.

"I got a date!" they both said out of disbelieve.

A/n

Sooo...

I liked it, I kinda have a lot of 'oneshots' combined to like speed up the time. I think there is a part 3 deserved, I kinda loved how this story turned out so I made it a series 'I Won't Leave'. Also If you have any suggestions, (in this story like if you want something to happen or just a story idea in general) let me know!!

Reminder: @ghostofscarley

Enjoy :]

#dreamwastaken #dwt #dsmp #sapnap #part 2 #x female reader #x fem!reader #dwt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #baby #story #fanfiction #love #date #fluffl

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Dad?~DreamWasTaken

DreamWasTaken x Fem!reader (Clay's last name is Fisher)

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ "I am here, I won't leave." "Really?" "Never again." ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

part one - part two - part three - part four

【!TW! swearing, mention of abuse, asshole boyfriends, teen pregnancy】

Clay and Y/n had been friends, best friends, since kindergarten. They were super close, having sleep overs every week at least once. When they grew older their bond had only increased, causing them both to get looks from people. Everybody in school thought they were together, some teachers even had bets on them.

But that all came crashing down in college. Y/n got a boyfriend. Clay didn't like him. Clay left because it hurt him to much seeing her with someone else, Y/n was alone with Jake.

Clay had blocked all things were she could contact him on. So when it turned out Jake was an asshole and Y/n needed her best friend she couldn't find him. He was gone. And she needed him.

Clay or now known as Dream, was famous to say the least. He was successful in his streaming and YouTube career.

Y/n worked long hours, she now had a daughter of three years. Jake had gotten her pregnant at the age of 19. It was hard, the pregnancy not really, but Jake was an abusive asshole. He always hung out with his friends, made Y/n cook and clean, because that's what a good wife should do, he even slapped her sometimes. But the worst.

He brought girls home, in her house, in her bed, when she was still lying in it.

Jake didn't get a job, so he moved in with her in Y/n's house, and claimed it as his.

When she finally got him out of her house, it was too late, she was pregnant alone, and he left not only because she made him, he got another woman pregnant, but he wasn't ready to be a father he had told her.

Still he stayed with the other girl.

Life was hard, it had it's ups and downs, she didn't remember most of the ups except one: Clay Fisher.

But he wasn't there anymore.

She was alone.

"Layla!" Y/n screamed from above the stairs, "Ready to go to grandma?"

"Yess!" screamed the three year-old.

It pained her a bit as she was a lot like her father, but Y/n's characteristics came in a lot too. They had the same eyes and hair, but the freckles from her father were visible on her cheeks. Her button nose was from him, her attitude was from her though.

But Layla was sweet and helpful too, just had some anger issues you could say, that did come from Jake.

"I'll drop you off alright? I have a late shift in the store and then I'll pick you up in the morning? Or do you want to come home?"

"Sleep-over!"

Y/n smiled looking at her daughter. Her father was maybe an asshole, she was an angel.

Her parents were very supportive, they had seen him being abusive and helped her get out of there. When they heard he got her pregnant. When she hadn't given him consent, they were furious. Her father had eventually thrown him out of her house.

When Y/n decided to keep her baby, her mother helped her with everything and her father helped with the making of the baby room in her new home.

The only thing missing was her best friend; Clay.

"That'll be 12.5$ please," Y/n was working two jobs. One in the evening at the super market and her dream job as a real clothing designer, (her dream job).

"Keep the change, mamas," the boy handed her a 20$ bill. She looked up and gave him a forced, sarcastic smile.

"Thank you, but you can go back to your 'mamas' so she can teach you some manners."

The boy looked stunned and a man behind him was wheezing from laughter. He had dirty blond hair that was almost hanging in his eyes, and when he was done with laughing she could see his bright green eyes. Clay. No doubt was that Clay.

"I am sorry," the unkown man said, "It was a dare, I do h-have manners. I am Nick."

"It's alright Nick, but can you move along I have other people to tend to."

"Yeah, sorry."

She smiled, still a bit forced, but turned to the next costumer. She scanned all the items again, her evening went on like this, scanning, asking the money, smiling, prodding off creepy people, and all over again.

When her shift finally ended she walked up to her car when she noticed a man leaning against it. Her keys found it's way between her fingers while she made a fist of them, her keys sticking out of it.

But when she stood in front of the man she noticed it was Clay.

"What do you want?"

"Hi, Y/n."

"Hello? What do you need?"

Clay looked hurt, which was partly acceptable. Yes she wasn't the most lovely to him, but he was way worse.

"I-I, just wanted to ask how you were?"

"You could've done that a long time ago."

"I know," he said his face showed he was sorry but she didn't want to be fooled again, "and I don't really have an excuse to say why I haven't. But I was busy, and I- I am asking you now?"

"When? You want to know how I was when you left? How I was when you blocked me? When I was getting abused? When I gave birth?"

Clay's eyes had widened, "Y-you gave birth? A-and he abused y-you?"

"Yes."

"I am so, so, sorry."

"I don't need your pitty, Fisher. If you would've let me reach out, or reached out yourself i would've accepted that. A simple sorry and an explanation, it would've been enough. But now, now you don't get to turn up out of the blue and just take your pick of the litter."

"Than what do I need to do?"

"I don't know! Write me a poem, sing me song for all I care. Just be there! But you don't get to do that for me again! I don't need it anymore, be there for your friends when they need it, Fisher. When I needed you, you weren't there, you can't just drop me when it gets too hard for you-"

"It was hard for me! I was struggling too! I had to go through that alone too! You also weren't there!-"

"Whom's fault is that? Mine?"

Clay had went silent he knew she was right as always. He had ignored every chance of contact and she had indeed tried, it was his own fault.

"Get away from my car."

"Y/n-"

"Get away from my car."

So he did. Not before slipping his number in her car when she opened the door. Nick had walked up to him again. The younger man had been waiting at their car but waned to know what took so long.

"Dude, what did you do?"

"Nothing let's just go home."

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Y/n wasn't getting a specific green-eyed blonde out of her head. She knew she had been harsh on him, but he knew it was what he deserved. Walking up to her parents' home she wasn't really paying attention. She hadn't from yesterday night, she was too busy, with nothing.

"Hey, mom. I'm here to pick Layla up."

Her mother wore the same smile she loved growing up with, the h/c-headed girl would always lie in bed hoping she would find a love like her parents' and she would dream about her father walking her down the aisle. Her mother shedding a tear when her father did. And a very handsome gentleman waiting at the altar to take her hand in marriage.

But that all had been shattered. Now, her biggest dream was: giving Layla the same motherly smile.

But she knew it didn't always work out like you plan. But hope could get you far. For sure in your imagination.

Layla had walked down stairs jumping in her mother's arms: "Mommy! I made pillow castle, I was princess!" she smiled proudly at Y/n, "and gran told stories about you!"

"Oh? did she now?"

"Yup, I know your secrets," she whispered.

The elder girl looked up to her own mom and gave her a playful glare. "What secrets?" she whispered back to the little girl in her arms.

"About a boy~"

"Who?"

"Cl- I don't remember," she said looking a bit upset.

"It's no problem Layla, his name is Clay. He was my best friend, like Josh from kindergarten is yours."

When her little girl heard her mother say the name her smile widened, "I like Josh, he's sweet."

Y/n laughed and could really see her younger self in her little girl, how she would come home talking about him and how an amazing friend he was. Now she hadn't uttered a word about him since college.

"Alright, say good-bye to grandma, we'll visit soon again."

"Bye bye granny!"

"See you soon darling," the adoring eyes of Y/n's mother were shining with adoration for the little girl. Even though Y/n already knew her parents supported her in every way, even when choosing to keep the baby, she was always overcome by love when she could see this moments.

"Can I explain why I told her?" the elder's voice asked.

"It isn't a problem ma," Y/n said honestly, of course it was a bit hard talking about him again which she would probably needs to do now, but she couldn't blame her parents for it.

"She found a photo of you two."

Her head shot up at the mention of a photo, "What photo?" she asked hesitantly.

"Prom night."

A smile graced both their faces, it was her favourite memory of Clay. Him in his suit and her dressed in, what she would describe as a princess gown, and Clay agreed to the statement.

That was maybe her best memory also, them dancing and goofing around, getting a slightly 'tipsy' Clay in the car and letting him crash at her place so his mother wouldn't be that mad. It was amazing and she missed it, she missed him.

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Y/n was in the store with Layla. She hadn't noticed last night that they had practically no food in the house. So here they were goofing around while deciding what to eat.

"So what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know mommy, you decide."

Y/n always smiled when her daughter said stuff like this. It made her see herself, and it made it all worth it.

But the smile was wiped off her face when she heard two voices she recognized from last night, or from way back.

"Sapnap!" the first man said, "c'mon I don't want to be here all day."

"C'mon dream, don't be so sour 'cause your pretty friend turned you down."

They thought she was pretty?

At first the plan was to walk off and avoid them, but now she was debating if listening in was maybe a funner idea. She looked down at her daughter, to find out she was already wandering around in the cookie aisle.

So she stayed put.

"Nick, stop being a prat." 'Dream' spoke again.

"What did you do man? She looked really mad from where I was standing. You must've done something wrong, like terribly wrong. Also you were trying to hide your tears, I know you man, that woman must've meant something to you."

He was almost crying?

"No need to rub it in," Clay said. "She was my best friend."

"Was or is?"

"I wish she still was, I was stupid. She got a boyfriend I didn't like him, so my dumbass blocked her on everything so she couldn't contact me again. I had even told my family to not tell her where I moved to," he took in a deep breath almost at the same time as Y/n, "Apparently she asked them if I was okay and stuff even after I did that."

his friend was silent for a moment, and Y/n took that as the perfect timing to look at them both for a good moment too.

She recognized Nick, he was the family friend Clay used to talk about. He had grown up, she noted.

Clay, he just looked even better than before, which she was certainly surprised about.

"Y/n?" Nick said, his mouth agape and eyes wide open, "She's the Y/n?! Like the girl you would come rant about, like how pretty she was and how smart, how you wished she would never go away? Until You stopped talking about her and got mad every time I brought her up?"

"yeah."

"Man what the fuck?! You were so in love with her!"

"Hey man," Clay said a little louder, "I know okay? But could you not scream it for the whole world?"

He was in love with me?

"you were in love with me?"

Clay stiffend and didn't move a muscle, while Nick was a bit embarrassed and obviously trying to hold in his laugh. The dirty blond turned around to be met with her eyes, instead of them holding fire, she looked surprised and held a last bit of hope.

"Uh," he didn't know what to do now, the secret was out now.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you just tell me? instead off throwing it away?"

"i was scared and stupid," he said with a soft chuckle, he was so mad at his stupid teenage self.

"Mom?"

Both the men's head turned to the little voice of Layla, Y/n first cursed herself for temporarily forgetting the chance that she could come in the conversation.

"yes, darling?"

Clay was sad, he had missed the opportunity of seeing his best friend become a mom, making his best friend a mom...

But he loved that he could see this interaction, she was really just as amazing as a mother as he thought. He was just sad that it wasn't with him, that she had to have done it alone.

"Is that daddy?" the little girl whispered. Both the adults eyes widened, while Nick was snickering and looking at some sort of bread.

"Uhm, no. Layla, this is Clay, a friend. Clay this is Layla, my daughter."

#dsmp #dreamwastaken #sapnap #x reader #part one #baby #teen pregnancy #best friends #reunited #beautiful #daughter #dwt #dream #dream team #dream x reader #fem!reader #female reader #mom reader

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Secret's Out

Staring: TommyInnit, WilburSoot, Dadza. Genre: Fluff and a bit angst TW: cursing (cause it's about Tommy;) Blood mentions, wounds.

A/n: It's placed in the Spider-Man universe :D, I'm not shipping Wilbur and Tommy it's more like their bromace, Tommy is still 17 in this story and Wilbur will be 24. (also please ignore spelling mistakes, I had to write this on my pc for school which was set on our language not english, and it was just very different from my own computer, let's say it was just weird. I'll try to edit the fault out if it though.)

Summery: Tommy has never doubted his decision on hiding his identity, even from his beloved brother and father, but after their mother's death everything is much harder and his brother maybe starts to catch on, after finding him injured in his room.

It has been rough, to say the least. When Tommy lost his mom it had a huge effect on his personal life, but also his social one. Everybody knew Tommy as the really popular geek friend, he was great company (if you could ignore his swearing), and he did pretty well in school.

A lot of people were 'fascinated' by him. And that would only grow if someone knew his secret.

He was Spider-Man.

The cool neighborhood hero. Sometimes more than just neighborhood hero. But ever since his mother passed he was fragile, even if he didn't try to show it. He got in some small arguments at school and at home, sometimes turning into full blown fights, never physical though, he had enough of that in his night life. But today was the worst ever, it was exactly two months ago when his mother left the earth.

"'m home," he grumbled when he closed the door. His brother, Wilbur, stood in the kitchen and he could smell a delicious dinner. Wilbur was an amazing brother and son, sometimes it made Tommy a bit jealous and unimportant.

But his brother was also just so sweet that he couldn't really be mad at him, he was always there for him as was he for Wilbur. But Wilbur was smart enough to catch on that something was bothering Tommy, and he picked up on the small details. Sometimes the blond was scared his elder brother already caught in to him being Spider-Man.

"Hey Tommy!" Wilbur said cheerfully as ever, "How was your day?" "Hmm," his responses had always been dry, everybody in the family was used to it. Well some just accepted it and stopped asking questions.

"Something special about today?" "No."

He wasn't looking at his elder brother but he could hear him sigh softly, "Okay, well food'll be ready in about five minutes that okay?" He didn't even bother ti answer, just walked up to his room.

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Eating always had been in silence, ever since she had gone. There just wasn't anything to say anymore. "How was work Wilbur?" their dad, Phil asked.

"Just the usual," Wilbur didn't really like it when his dad asked about his work, just like Tommy didn't want school to be brought up. It was just such an awkward situation, because a) nobody knew what you were talking about, or b) they did as if they knew everything about it. Both of the options being quite annoying.

"Alright," and Phil didn't talk for the rest of the meal. Not bothering to ask Tommy a question, not even about school, whoch would at least be better then being ignored.

"Tommy do the dishes please." "But da-" "No buts! WIlbur has cooked the food, I had work and you didn't di anything yet, it's how life works, we do things for one another." (also this is no hate towards Philza, I just couldn't pick anyone else for their father even if he isn't the best in this story. Philza is a great person!!)

The blond wasn't in the mood for arguing so just went on with it. Sooner you start sooner it's done, the faster you can go on patrol. Being spiderman was the only thing that brought him joy at these moments.

"Can I help?" his brother's voice caught of his train of thoughts. To which he only scoffed, why would anybody want to help?

"I don't need your help," he grumbled under his breath. "I just thought it would be easier and faster." Probably

"Just do whatever hard job stuff you have to do." "What do you mean, Tommy?" his brother held an very confused face which just made him scoff even harder. Scoffing was becoming his second nature.

"Just go do your work. You were always so busy doing something you couldn't come. But now you come in here, cook and clean, as if trying to fill a hole that's left here!!"

"I'm just trying to be supportive."

"Well I don't need that anymore!" he started shouting, tears brimmed his eyesight, but he was so angry and sad. It had been a horrible day, his school hours were a mess and coming home wasn't much better all he

wanted to do at the moment was swing around and make others' day better.

"You have been gone for a while, never bothered to show up for 'just a dinner'. But now, now mom's gone and suddenly you are here again! Dad is only interested in how your day has been going while you, in some way, abandoned us!! You weren't here! It doesn't feel as if you cared enough to really be bothered you had a brother, untill you felt a person slip away. Then you show up here, and- and try to be some great bog bro! Well I don't need my great big bro anymore!! I don't need your help!" There was a heavy silence which made him grow even angrier, did he not care at all?

"I didn't think you needed me, I just- I wanted to search what to do with my life, and it was a bit selfish maybe. But I'm here now?" "But I don't need you now! I needed you when I had secrets that I couldn't tell dad or mom, when I had stupid crushes in high-school and had a bad test!"

"I'm sorry, I really, really am," Tommy could se the hurt in his eyes, but that didn't mean anythign to the hurt he had felt when his brother was gone, so he tried to not care. But he was family after all. "You do the dishes then," he said, I spilled this all out over some stupid dishes...

Wilbur caught the ragg he got thrown his way before he could even register what happened. "Don't come in my room."

The elder sighed, how could he make up for their lost time? He wasn't daft, he knew when he made mistakes, but he didn't always register how badly it hurt the ones around him.

"He'll come around, he'll be an adult soon enough." He turned around to be met with his father, and he was furious.

"He doesn't need to be an adult yet! He's still a kid, who needs to love his life. Why can't you understand that? You were just the same to me."

"And look what good it did for you! You are succesfull!" "But that doesn't mean I'm happy! You should start caring about that."

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"Tommy?" Wilbur said, almost a whisper, "are you in here? I know I haven't been the best, but I found the board game we used to play? Are you up for a round or more?"

But he was met with silence, and he thought it was because he was mad or tiered. Si he let it go, "Please, talk to me. I'll leave you alone now."

But he didn't know that Tommy wasn't in his room. He was actually on top of a building staring at his feet that were dangling of the side. On his cheeks were tear stains, his eyes bloodshot. He was wallowing in his self pity and loathing but was soon brought back to the real world. Not far from him he heard someone yell, before a crash and then heels running on the ground.

He swiftly jumped down, walking towards the sound he found a lady cornered i one of the allies two men blocking her way out while holding a purse, probably hers.

"Hav any more-?" "Hey!" all attention turned to Spider-Man, the girl looking relieved but the two men looked irritated. "Why din't you pick on someone your own size?"

"Do you see them? Someone our size?" the taller of the two asked to other.

"I thought he meant himsel-" "I know that Jeff!" While they were bickering, Spider-Man shot in action, he shot his webs at the person with one hand the other shooting at the woman, pulling both to himself he gave the purse back, "Run as fast as you can."

"Thank you!" "She's gone!!" "You let her go Jeff?" "What no It was probably-" "Spider-Man," the taller one muttered, the venom dripping very clearly from his tongue.

"Yes, hello thank you for acknowledging me." "You are going to pay for that!" the hero just sighed, it wasn't like nobody had said that to him... ever.

He heard it in fact almost every day. So he blocked their blows just with hand to hand combat while also trying to get them locked in a corner so he could shoot them, so they'll be stuck.

But when that finally happened, he had sprung on a wall shooting them both in the air so his blow wasn't predictable, he pulled out his phone to call the pulice when his brothers icon popped up. Sighing annoyed he did pick up though.

"Where are you?" "AT home, where else?" "You aren't, I knocked many times and you didn't answer so I just walked inside. Where the hell are you?!" "I told you to not come in my room!" "What would you have expected when you sneaked out! Honestly!" he paused taking a breath, "I'm not mad Tommy, I just want to know where you are, are you safe?"

And just in that moment one of the thieves broke loose from the webs, and tried to stab him. But with his hightened senses he could easely see/Feel it coming. So he sprung to the side just in time for the knife to just graze his side.

He grunted and stumbled to the side of the ally which gave the thieves a chance to escape.

Tommy was disappointed, he looked for his phone but didn't even see it anymore. Great.

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As Tommy stumbled out of his window he fell to the floor hearing his brother's voice. "Wtf, Tommy?!"

The younger boy just rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed, but not before wincing at the pain in his side. Wilbur took a notoce to this, he wanted to question him on how he got in and out by using the window but then his eyes wandered to his clothing.

A red and blue costume, a spiderman costume. "What are you wearing?" he asked his voice low and practitcally growling, " more importantly why?" "Isn't it fucking obvious?" "You're Spider-Man?" "Well clearly!" the teen yelled pointing at his clothes.

His brother was standing there, completly in shock. Yes he had noticed that his little nrother desappeared from time to time, or at least he thought he was mad or just wa,ted time to himself. Never did the thought of his baby brother being a hero cross his mind.

"Why didn't you tell me?" "You would've talked me out of it," he said, "wouldn't you?" "Probably," the elder chuckled humourles. "You can't blame me for that one." "Why not?" "Because I am just scared something would happen to you," he sighed, "it's not about thinking you can't be a hero, I think you would- are the best. But I don't want you hurt. "And that clearly failed. What happened to your side?" "Almost got stabbed..."

Wilbur sucked in a breath, stabbed?!

"Let me find the first aide kid." Before Tommy could stop he was out the door. He felt conflicted, he was mad at his brother partly, but seeing him this worried about a little wound that in comparison to his previous wounds, this was nothing really scary.

But before he could think about it more, Wil stood in his room again, a first aide kit in his hand.

When he was starting to clean the wound he didn't stop his brother, his anger sided, he was just caring. And never would Tommy have guessed that he would still care this much.

"Why are you helping me?" he whispered, which Wilbur wouldn't have heard if he wasn't sat in front of him cleaning his wound. "You're my brother," he stated as softly, "You can be stupid and reckless but you're my brother. I love you either way. And I- I know I should've been here more for you but I just, I don't even know honestly. I thought I was doing the right thing, but the right thing was staying, I just found that out to late."

Tears brimmed both their eyes, and Tommy couldn't hold it. He pulled the elder boy in a much needed hug. "I'm sorry about what I said. I was mad and hurt, I just- I didn't-" "It's okay Tommy. But I promise you now I won't leave again, not without you."

The blonde teen smiled, he had his brother now, and he had never felt more strong and loved. Not even when he got praised as Spider-Man for his heroic stunts.

He never was a sentimental person but being in the elder brothers arms was something he had missed, he didn't want to let go just yet. "Let me help you from now on. You don't have to stop Spider-Man for me, I just want to help like with wounds or searching the bad guys so I know you're safe... Mostly, I just now where you are but..." And they both laughed, it had taken some time but they worked through everything together. They would never have to do anything alone again, because they had each other.

A/n Soooo, I honestly don't know. I really liked the idea! (Which is not my own @bowl-of-excuses had the idea and I loved it!!) Even though I loved the idea I'm not sure

if I really love it as much as I planned. So, let me know what you thought, You can always leave your own requests!

Another gif, honestly they are amazing.

Hope you enjoyed :)

{Not edited yet, so don't mind my seplling msitakes ;-; }

#tommy innit #tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #philza #wound #request #crime bois #crimeboys #crime boys #spiderman #spiderman crossover #dsmp #dsmp crossover #enjoy

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I Can Be With You ~Remus Lupin

RemusLupin x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Remus Lupin (young) x female reader

Genre: Fluff, bit angst/sadness in the beginning

Tw: swearing? and my awful writing ;) (If you find something you find needed to mentioned let me know)

Summary: Remus has finally let it out, he told her and to his surprise and fear she said it back. Now he is trying to avoid her at all costs, because that would hurt less than forcing her with a werewolf, right?... (this is part 2 of 'I Can't Be With You')

Good to know: Last year Hogwarts, Y/n is Hufflepuff and pureblood, Italic is mostly flashbacks, Y/n (your name), Y/n/n (your nickname), Y/n/l (your last name), June Montegmory (Y/n's bestfriend, if this is your name im so sorry) I used Kaya Scodelario as a reference for her :)

Part one - part two

Enjoy!

Remus had done everything in his power to avoid her, Y/n Y/l/n, other wise known as the girl of his dreams.

It sounded weird and maybe mean to call her such as he had turned her down and yet before that kissed her and professed his liking, (love), for her.

He planted his lips on hers, while his hands found her waist. She melted in his arms, her hands tangling in his hair and her eyes closed. She loved how she could feel the little cut in his lip and how his hands would tighten around her waist when she tugged at his roots.

He loved how her soft lips felt, they were even softer than he imagined. He was getting addicted at her pulling his hair softly and massaging his scalp while he could freely explore her back and waist.

But then flashes from his transformation flashed before his eyes, him hurting Y/n and her screaming for him to stop. His heart sank when he realized he couldn't give her what she deserved, so he pulled back tears pooling in his eyes.

"I can't do this to you. I can't make you love me, I'm sorry."

She looked confused, "You don't have to make me love you, I alre-"

He shut her up with placing his lips on hers again, "don't say that please," he whispered against her lips. "I can't let you love me."

"Why?" she wanted to cry, but she was just so hurt it was numb, while his tears rolled over his cheek.

"I'm a monster, now even more than before. Please, just forget me, and be happy."

His hands left her waist and she already missed his body heat, he wasn't a monster and she would never think so, not even after he left her like this, because that's what you do when you love someone.

Y/n knew he was ignoring her and honestly, it broke her even more. If he didn't want to be with her, fine, but telling her he liked her then kissing her to then just shut her out; wasn't fair.

It was mean, and ruthless.

But it didn't matter, because she couldn't help it but love him, his stupid smile, his stupid fluffy hair, his stupidly cute frown, and his stup-

"Y/n?" June asked.

"Sorry? I wasn't paying enough attention, I'm sorry." Y/n hated what effect it had on her, how she would zone out in class, not hear her friends call to her, and drown herself in homework just so something was on her mind.

She couldn't think of him, yet he never leaves her mind completely.

Everybody noticed the change in her mood, how she always was happy and laid-back, she now was always stressed and looked tired.

Remus noticed this too and he didn't know if it made him guilty or not, and it sure made him rethink his decision every time. It wasn't fair of him to kiss her and then tell him they couldn't be together. He was being immature, and just a grade A asshole.

Y/n was wondering about it almost every time of every day, was it her? Was she in the end not what he wanted, did he just want to kiss her and not even once consider her feelings? What did he mean with being a monster? Nothing made sense anymore, everything was just a spiral of more questions.

"Y/n? You did nothing wrong you know that right?" June was worried about her friend, she hadn't been herself and she couldn't pin point were the problem was.

Of course she had made the connection to Remus, she could see her lingering stares on him and his on her, when she wasn't looking. She noticed how her friend was drowning herself in home work and saying 'sorry' to almost everything that wasn't even her fault.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go," Y/n spoke softly her books clutched in her hands, "homework."

June was beyond furious now, she was hurting so much yet talking about it was something she obviously wasn't going to do. So she was going to talk to the only other person who would know what was going on, Remus fucking John Lupin himself.

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"Talk," June was standing before her fellow prefect, Remus. They had rounds together, she asked to be put together, Y/n was head girl so she wasn't around at the moment.

"W-what?" he was slightly scared of June not gonna lie, she was bloody scary if she wanted to and now she sure as hell did.

"What did you do?" her blue eyes were boring into his and he didn't know how to react. He was maybe slightly frightened by her?

"What are you on about?" he asked, and if he wasn't talking to June maybe the person would've believed he honestly didn't know but she could see right through him.

"Y/n," she responded flatly, "what have you said or done."

He sighed, he knew someone was going to confront him about it, he just wasn't ready for it yet. Their little conversation was almost two weeks ago, and he hadn't bothered to talk to anyone about it.

He just couldn't, and he didn't even know why it broke him so hard.

"Nothing," his voice turned just as monotone and flat as hers.

"yes, she hasn't been doing well, she sin't herself and everybody knows it! For gods sake! All you two ever did was stare longingly at each other, and now she looks at you as if you've burned down her world while you stare at her as if you're looking at a broken china doll."

"I, I made a stupid mistake, but I can't set it right."

"That's the most bullshit reason ever."

"I just," he didn't know why was even considering telling June, he didn't know her and for all he knew she would just blab her mouth to Y/n, "I liked her, no, I- I still do. It's just, I don't know how we would work, and I came to that conclusion after."

"After what?"

"I kissed her," he looked at the dark brunette while her eyes widened, "And then I-I told her we couldn't be together, and left, I fucking left June!"

The dark haired girl stood speechless, she knew of her best friend's crush, of course, but what he did was extremely unexpected at least to her.

Her mouth hung to the floor and her eyes dropped open as if she saw light for the first time in years.

"I know," he sighed,, he already knew she would react like this, who wouldn't?

"Fix it," she said slowly and weirdly soft, gentle. "I know she still has the same feelings and by how sad you sound I'l guessing you do too."

She was right and he knew it, but how would he tell the most perfect girl in his eyes that he was what he was; a monster.

"I'll try."

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The next days Remus was building up courage to talk to her, but she was slowly giving up, she lost faith that maybe he felt the same. It was probably a stupid Marauder prank, it was meaningless.

But why did he kiss her so passionately?

"You've been staring at her for weeks! Please tell me you are finally planning to talk to her again," James pleaded, he was done with his friend being a mopping wolf all the time.

Just as were their other friends, he was always sour around the full moon and they respected it, but now he was sour all the time and even worse at the full moon, that was a few days ago.

"I am, actually. June talked to me while we were doing our prefect rounds, and she told me that Y/n stilled liked me and that I should just talk to her."

"Finally!!" a very dramatic Sirius exclaimed. Which did cause them to get a few weird looks but, they didn't mind, the sour wolf maybe would be gone!

When Remus saw his girl leave the great hall he stood up immediately, he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

But just as he was about to follow her he sank down again.

"What just happened, wasn't there supposed to be applause or a kiss or something?" Marlene asked, "Why did he sit back down?!"

"She wouldn't want to talk to me," Remus muttered, "she should just move on, I'm bad for her anyway."

"No way Moony! We aren't letting you throw away this chance again!"

"She's perfect for you! She'd understand, you just have to tell her!!"

"Alright," he mumbled, and stood up again. He was going to talk to her, and he wouldn't let it go badly again.

He almost ran out the great hall but his nerves slowed him a bit down. He searched everywhere, their common room, the kitchens and she was nowhere to be found. So, he was going to look at the last place, the Black Lake.

And that's where he found her sitting with a book in her hand, and head hung low, if he looked closely he thought he could even see a few tears.

"Y/n?" he asked, whispered more like.

Her head shot up from her book but didn't look at him, she just stared out before her at the lake. "What are you doing here?"

He swallowed hard, he knew he had hurt her but seeing her like this, red puffy eyes, anxiety marks on her neck, black circles under her eyes, and tear stains on her cheeks, made him realize how bad he hurt her.

"I- I wanted to talk to you," he sighed, nerves taking over him. He hadn't meant to hurt he, in fact he wanted to make her avoid the pain.

"Why?" she finally looked up at him, "You didn't bother for maybe a month?"

His heart broke even more if it could. He had ignored her for so long, but was so caught up in his self-misery that he didn't notice how she was also counting the days, hours... months, they didn't speak.

"I am sorry," he looked down, he couldn't look at her this moment. "I- I shouldn't have done that and-"

"So it was a prank?" she asked, but more like stated it, as if she expected it to be, "it looked fun to you to just walk up to someone and say you like them... kissing them. Does that seem like a prank to you?"

"It wasn't a prank!" his eyes were now also brimmed with a few tears, while hers were dried, she wouldn't cry in front of him, "did you really think I would do something like that? To you?"

He asked it, but her answer surprised him, " Yes."

The look of hurt plastered on his face grew, she noticed, "How could I not? When somebody says they like you, and even kiss you!, you don't expect them to say you can't be together! So the only explanations are: 1) it was a lie and the person didn't actually love you, 2) it was a prank.

You can't blame me for believing for a moment that you would pull a prank, you're a Marauder after all, maybe even the most brilliant one of them."

She was right, and he could follow her reasoning, it was true, but ti wasn't. It was true that he was a prankster and it could've been, but it wasn't because it just wasn't a prank.

"If I told you it wasn't a prank?" he looked at her, straight in her eyes, "Would you believe me?"

"I don't know," she whispered honestly, "why wouldn't you want to be with me then?"

He sighed, and looked at the ground, Remus couldn't tell her. he thought he was ready to tell her, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Would you really think I'm capable to do such a cruel joke?"

"Remus," she was broken and he could hear it in her voice, but it still sounded amazing how she spoke his name. "i don't, didn't think you would do something like that, but I believed it.

Because everything sounded better than settling on the fact that you..." her eyes filled with tears again, why did he have such an effect on him?!

"That I, what?" he asked gently, he was fighting the urge to just wipe away her tears, he couldn't stand how her beautiful eyes were filled with the salty liquid, and he was the reason what broke him even more.

"That you, you just didn't love me."

He was speechless, he hadn't expected that, yet he was also happy about it. She didn't really expect him to be awful, which was a relief. But if it broke her so much thinking he didn't love her, it would've meant she loved him back, right?

"I- I," he wanted to tell her, to shout it out but how her eyes filled with tears looked into his, he didn't find the words anymore. So, Remus did the only thing where he could express his feelings with without having to say anything.

Kissing her.

At first, she didn't kiss him back, he would probably just pull away and run... again.

But in the end she kissed him back, she just liked the feeling of his lips too much. And if he did run away again, she would at least have this kiss, again...

She started to pull away, but he didn't like that so he reached forward and kissed her even harder and more passionate than before.

Y/n melted in the kiss right away, untill they came in an uncomfortable position, he was leaning sideways as did she. So he pulled her of the ground and placed her in his lap. Where he wanted her to stay, for as long as he could have her;

The beautiful girl, now situated in his lap, pulled away though, after realizing he still didn't really explain himself.

"Why did-"

"I love you."

Now it was her turn to be stunned, "You," she spoke pointing at him, "like me?" she asked doubtfully, while now pointing at herself.

He mimicking her actions pointed at himself, "I love," he started then turned her finger to her, "you."

"Then why did you run away?" she asked.

"Because I was scared," he started honestly, it's now or never, "I was scared you would leave me-"

"But you left me."

"And that was the most stupid thing I have ever done," he chuckled softly and very embarrassed, but it made her chuckle a bit too. "I was scared, you'd be scared of me."

"Why would I be?" Y/n still situated in his lap, asked, putting her hands on his cheeks almost forcing him to look at her, "Can you give me a reason, why I should be scared?"

"I'm a monster Y/n, you deserve way more."

She hated how he talked about himself, she may not know why he thought so, but she knew it couldn't be that bad to make her think the same.

"You are way more than I deserve," why couldn't he just see that he was all she wanted, and that that'll never change, it'll be him in a heartbeat.

"No, you don't know that. You deserve someone, who could promise you the world a-and money, a stable life, a family and not some messed up," he took a deep breath, "a messed up me."

"Tell me then.

Tell me why you are, in your eyes, a messed up someone. Because in the end, it's my decision, if I want to be with you, who you really are with your flaws and your good habits. I'll love you either way."

"Y-you love me?"

"I do, I really do," she smiled sadly, and she pointed at herself, "I love," and while pointing at him she smiled, "you."

"I'm a werewolf."

"What?"

He sighed, he shouldn't have thought so stupidly! Of course she would be disappointed, his head fell and she could feel the tears on her shirt.

"Remus-"

"No, don't. Just don't."

"Remus, listen to me!" his head shot up at her, she had raised her voice but he couldn't spot anger he was confused, now more than ever.

"I'm sorry, if that came of wrong. I didn't mean it, as if I was disgusted, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't care, really. You aren't a monster, you're Remus Lupin, and to me you'll always be."

"But, I'm a-"

But before he could say his sentence she had herself pressed against him, her lips locked with his and her hands in his hair. She couldn't stand it, how he talked so badly about himself.

"Don't say that," she murmured against his lips.

"But, I am one, and you should scream at me and run a-and-"

"Shut up."

"You are not a monster, not to me. You can try to tell me o-or convince me other wise, but it won't work. It wont work. Not on me."

"I don't deserve you, we - I, i can't be with you..."

"No, you can," she stated, "Now it's just the question if you want to be with me. Because I do, I want to be with you and I can, if you let me in. If you would just let me love you.

Remus John Lupin, just let me love you."

"i want to, i so desperately want to be. But I can't let you throw away your life like that."

"I won't," her eyes were boring into his, her face was so close to his, and she looked so kissable, so sweet. Y/n couldn't understand when or how she could make him believe he was what she wanted. She would never, ever want someone else, just him and his love; like he had hers.

"if you love me enough to give me- us a chance, let me know. Because I can't deal with the idea of you not loving me, not being this close to you as I am now. I want to show you that you are and can be loved, everybody who doesn't is daft. Let me love you, please."

His breath was short and a bit delayed, his eyes were watery but his smile was permanently pasted on his face. "I want to be with you," he finally whispered while already dipping his head a bit down to capture her lips between his.

"But, can you be with me? Because you can want to, but are you ready to let me love and care for you? To tell about your werewolf antics, because I want to be there for you.

I don't care what you are, to me you'll always be Remus Lupin, even when you are undergoing your problems.

That's what you do for the ones you love..."

"I can be with you," he stated. He had never been more sure about anything. "I want to be with you, and I'll love you till the end of the line. i just don't want you to get hurt."

"i won't," she promised with a soft peck on his kissable lips, "I won't bring me or you in danger, but I'll be waiting every morning after a full moon and i'll love you either way."

"I love you"

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It had been a few weeks since then. Both couldn't have been happier.

Remus couldn't stop himself from smiling at her every time they passed or he could just see her, his girlfriend.

At first they went on a few dates but he couldn't bare it to not call her his, so he made Y/n his, and his only.

They hadn't told their friends yet, of course everyone noticed the change of mood in the both of them but if someone asked they just shrugged or gave very vague answers.

"Soooo...?"

Remus went straight to his dorm after their rendez-vous, he couldn't bring the smile of his face. They loved each other and he could be open about his problems, they kissed and laughed, they kissed a bit more, and laughed even more...

"What?" the tall boy asked.

"What?" James mimicked, "Tell us!!"

"there's nothing to tell." he shrugged. Very amused at his best friends' interest.

"Moony!!"

Of course Y/n couldn't keep it from June though.

"He asked!" the hufflepuff screamed when she plopped down on her bed next to June's.

"WHo did what?"

"remus, he asked me to be his-"

"Girlfriend?!"

Y/n didn't even respond she squealled with a dreamy smile on her face. June her response was jumping on top of her friend's bed squealling along with her.

"How did he do it?"

"Well,

we were walking around Hogsmeade, and we saw a lake. I started tugging on his arm saying I wanted to ice skate. He laughed at me, but not mean, you know just his dreamy, cute little sm-"

"You're going off topic Y/n!!"

"Right," she said clearing her throat, "we transfigured our shoes to ice skates, and just skated for a while. At first I wasn't that good but he always held my hand so I wouldn't fall and such. Then he told me he had something special he wanted to do, so I skated to the edge while he started making this ridiculous moves.

But then he signed me to come closer again, and I looked down to see he had spelled 'Be mine?' on the ice!!!"

"Oh My Helga!!"

"Moony you've been awfully happy for a full moon Today," Peter said next to him.

"That's because today is special."

"How come."

"be-"

When he started his sentence the door opened behind them and he turned around, making eye contact with the prettiest girl he had ever seen, his girlfriend.

"because I have my girlfriend," he sighed softly. Before walking up to Y/n who had stood still once they made eye contact.

"hi love," he whispered in her shoulder, after he pulled her in a hug.

"He-" but she was cut of be him pressing their lips together again. She just melted into it, ignoring the shouts and whistles from the other students, she was his and he was hers. She didn't care if they could see that, because all that mattered anyway was him and her, them.

"MOONY! I FEEL BETRAYED!!"

You're not alone Siri."

"Why didn't we know?!"

"Let them be!!"

"But Lily-Flower! They just kissed and are still staring in each other eyes while whispering and-"

"It's true love!!"

A smirk came up on James' face, "Like we are?"

She just blushed shaking her head and heading for a table.

"She is right though," Remus whispered to his love, "You are my one true love.

And you'll always be."

A/n

Okay I actually really liked this!! I was supposed to be doing homework but...

Hope you enjoyed! have a great day!!

also the last seen from Lily saying "it's true love" reminded me of this gif...

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Dancing In The Rain ~DreamWasTaken

dream x Fem!reader

summary: Y/n is headed home were she meets a person she wants to stay with, even if it is raining

☾⸻"I wanna dance in the rain too"⸻☽

!TW!: swearing

Y/N was sitting in the train. Her hair in a lose bun, she was going home from her part time job in a lovely pub. The only downside was her ride home. She was in her last year of university in Florida. Her roots lie in the UK but for her last studying years she decided she wanted to study in Florida. At first everything was going great for her, she found a job for after hours, she found a sweet and cozy apartment, she made few friends in her unif. But some things went downhill fast, really fast.

She lost her job because the bar she worked at couldn't pay that much employees anymore, so they cut her out the program. Then she had to search for a new job otherwise she couldn't pay her rent anymore. But when she found a job, Y/N was already thrown out of the apartment. Now she worked at u pub, which was open only in the late hours after her university ended. She didn't have enough time to take a train home and be on time here again for her shift. It was close by her university actually so she hung around in a cafe where she would do her homework or he would go to the park. But today was the worst day ever. Her shift was replaced to an hour later. Which meant she would be there till, 10pm. Then she needed to take the train home, but of course her train had a delay and was half an hour late. When she sat down in the train the hole day resting on her shoulder she felt it heavy. Her teacher didn't seem to like her and made a fool out of her because she couldn't do a 'simple' question. Her friends had ditched her at lunch to sit with the 'cool' people. She also found out she forgot her lunch and wallet so she couldn't by anything either. Her shift that ended so late, the train that arrived late, and then now on her way home it started to rain. "I still have to walk 25 minutes fro the train station," Y/N huffed, annoyed and angry at the day. At least it was Friday. Pulling her phone out to listen to music while searching for her earbuds, "ha! Today couldn't have been a better day to forget those," she spoke softly but still annoyed. "Great just great!" Sitting down again with her phone in hand she went to text her brother knowing he cared and would try to calm her, but when she opened her phone she got met with blackness on her screen, her battery had died. "Shit." For the next 10 minutes she sat there no music, not even a book to read, but no food or drinks either! The rest of the ride was boring just boring. But when it was finally over she saw it was still raining, today wasn't shitty enough he? Walking of the train no idea how late it was, no idea, if it would be raining till she got home, no idea of somebody even reached out. But looking to her left when she reached the park she saw a couple dancing in the rain. "Wish I had someone to do that with." Walking further she bumped into someone landing on her back on the ground. "I am so so sorry!" the person said walking up to you again. "No problem," Y/N replied softly yet still annoyed but not at the person, at her luck. Even tough the person had walked up to her she made no sign of wanting to get up. "You want to get up? Or shall I stay like a fool with my hand out for you?" "I think you should stand there as a fool." "Funny." "Right?!" Y/N still hadn't looked at the stranger but their voice was deep, and a little rough. She thought it may be a man but didn't assume because like,,, that's not nice. The person let a soft chuckle, see i am funny! Take that Jeniffer! "Who's Jeniffer?" "I said that out loud? Of course I fucking did!" "Hey! Don't scream at me bitch!" "Oi! You don't even know my name bitchboy!" "Oh please anything but ~bitchboy~ " Y/N could hear the disgust from his voice but it made her giggle. "Then what am I supposed to call you Bitchboy?" "Clay." "Y/N" "Pretty name." "Pretty face." "You haven't even looked at my face." He said wheezing real hard. SO you looked up, from the ground, still. His fluffy dirty blond almost golden hair half in front of his eyes, his green eyes. He was beautiful. Really, really beautiful. "I don't take it back." "Bold." Now it was her turn to laugh, she eventually did push herself of the ground, soaking through her clothes. "Well Clay it was nice meeting you. But it's late- what are you even doing here so late in the rain?" "Could ask you the same." "Touché, I asked first" "Cliché, I uhm had a bad day with my work and just wanted to clear my head for a while." "I'm sorry, hope it wasn't so bad." He just hummed while looking at her now that she wasn't lying on the ground. Her y/l h/c

hair wet but it still had a glow from the rain and the street light shining on it. Her e/c eyes were the prettiest he had ever seen. "I-It was alright, I guess. Now what are you ding here?" "Came back from my work after university, hell of a day. Than I was mad at the rain, but I saw like this cutest couple ever dancing in the rain and now I'm slightly less mad because they looked so pretty- wish somebody danced with me- sorry I''m rambling. I was going home, yeah." Clay just looked at her with soft eyes. "What are you studying?" "Psychology" "Cool, I dropped out." "Nice." Then they were met with silence, not uncomfortable even though it was between two practically strangers. the rain was coming to an end, before an idea popped in in the tall boy's head. "Wanna dance?" "What?" "You said you wanted someone to dance with in the rain. It's coming to a stop so lets dance before it is completely cleared." Y/N smiled up at him, he was maybe a 'stranger' he was nice and tried to make her day better without knowing her fully. So she took his outstretched hand, but it was a bit funny to them as she had declined his hand a few minutes ago when she was lying on the ground. And they danced, in the dim moonlight. Two complete strangers, holding each other for comfort, to people with a bad day, dancing in the rain, with smiles the brightness of the sun couldn't win from. But every beautiful thing came to an end and so did their dance, their dance without music, on the beat of the rain and their heartbeats. A dance only they danced a dance only they knew, only they saw and they both cherished. They ended their dance when Clay dipped her down whilst holding her her waist, she lifted one leg so he could also take that in his grip and he did, and she swore she could've kissed his plump pink lips right then and there, she wouldn't see him again anyway. And he could've just dipped down a little deeper and he would've kissed her on her soft red lips. He wouldn't see her again anyway. But they didn't share that kiss, he let her leg down and lost his grip on her waist, while her hands traveled down from his chest back to her side. "Give me your phone," she spoke softly. He took out his phone without thinking unlocking it with his touch-ID, she smiled at him before opening a new contact. Handing him the phone back she leaned up on her tippy toes and placed a tender kiss on his cheek, "Contact me again when you need another dance partner." Clay stood there soaked, with no rain around him anymore, heath on his cheeks but you wouldn't know it was from a kiss. Opening his phone he saw her contact name smiling lightly.

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Hey! It's me Clay, let me know of you get home safe! Delivered 12:16 pm 10/09/21 Read 10 am 10/10/21 Hey! I got home safe thanks! Delivered 10:02 am 10/10/21

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