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Me & You Together | Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin x reader

words 2,1k

modern!au, fluff, Remus' POV, language, friends to lovers

a/n: spontaneous one, hope you'll enjoy <3

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And there's been no way for me to say That I felt a certain way In stages, oh I think the story needs more pages, yes

Every single time I see that girl — swear, every single time — I tell myself 'I need to talk to her', and somehow I never do. I'm not even sure for how long I've been looking forward to see Her at all those parties — always hated them, but not anymore.

Don't remember how we met, but that's unimportant, we did nonetheless. Couldn't be happier for James finally seeing Lily, well, because The Girl is her friend, so now we are friends.

Honestly, that's even worse. Why didn't I ask her out when I first saw her? This will forever be the mystery to me. Because now she only sees me as a friend.

"Didn't take you for a jokester, Remus," she cooed from behind, patting my shoulder.

"Well, I am a man of many talents, thank you very much," I answered. That was weird, right? Stop being weird.

"I figured," she chuckled, fixing herself a drink.

"I can help you with that," I got her the whiskey from the top shelf, gently tapping her hip with mine.

"Oh, wow, thank you," she was looking at my hands as I was mixing the only cocktail I knew — it was her favourite. "Always the gentelmen."

"Anything for you, my lady," I offered her the glass.

"Oh, Remmy, you're so nice," she playfully squeezed my jaw with her small hand.

"If I'm so nice, why don't you go out with me?" I boldly stated. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Oh, God" her hand fell. "I'll have to think. Because we're mates, it doesn't feel right."

She got so serious, I panicked.

"It's cool," I answered. "I'm just messing, Y/N/N."

"Ohh," she let out a breath and a little laugh, "sorry, I thought you were serious, you didn't sound like you were jo- okay whatever, you were messing, okay- uhm- I better- uhm- go?" she gestured to the room where everyone was.

"Sure." Does it sound convincing? Yeah, it probably doesn't.

***

Have you ever felt possessive over a person that was never yours? Well, I certainly have.

Y/N was sitting across from me, reading a book I recommended, and, of course, this bloke must hit on her, right in the library. What a prat!

"I love me a smart girl," this pillock said.

"Congrats," she looked at him with disgust and quickly returned to the book.

"What're you reading?" he closed her book to see the cover.

"Listen, mate, fuck off of her," I chimed in.

"D'you mind?" he said.

"Yeah, I do," I stood up, which proofed to be the right move, because he got scared and fucked off.

"Thanks," she said sheepishly and sighed. "Are you done yet? I wanna leave."

"Yeah, I'm done," I answered putting my things in the bag.

"No, Remmy, if you're not, it's fine, I'll wait," she looked guilty. Why the hell would any of this be her fault?

"Y/N/N, I am done, don't worry, okay?" I assured her. "Let's go to mine, I'll get you some tea, huh? How does that sound?"

I came up to her side of the table to put my arm around her frame.

"That sounds lovely, thanks," she still sounded sheepish.

"Hey, c'mon, don't let this idiot ruin your mood," I led her to the exit.

"It's nothing, really," she lied. "I'm just tired."

"Darling, I'm not gonna argue with you, but just so you know, I know when you're lying."

She smiled, finally.

"What kind of tea are we having tonight?" I asked.

"I need cammomile after this."

"Okay, you will stay the night, right?"

"Oh, no, Rem, I've been staying a whole lot recently."

"Well, I'm just saying that I won't let you wander through the night, so you might as well stay."

It sounded creepy. Lord, why the hell did I put it like that?

She laughed. Thank god.

"If you're alright with that, I'd love to stay."

"Good, 'cuz we need to watch a new season, do you remember?"

"That's right," her eyes lit up, at last. "Is Siri home?"

"Yeah, he is, will it be a problem?"

We got outside.

"No, not at all," she answered simply. "Just wondering."

She has been staying a lot lately. So much that at some point we just fell asleep on the couch together — one of the best moments of my live, not gonna lie — and that from that moment on was the thing.

"Can we go straight to your room?" she asked quietly, taking off her shoes.

"Okay, but you can speak normally, Sirius isn't going to sleep any time soon," I whispered back.

"I know, just don't want to disturb him," she got so close and put her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me. I chuckled at that.

"Okay, go change, I'll get us tea," I squeezed her waist.

"Wait, I forgot to bring my clothes."

"Wear mine."

"What can I wear?"

"Anything you want," I smiled at her.

"Will you show me?" she was so timid.

"You can go through my stuff, it's fine, I trust you," I assured her.

"I dunno," she looked away from my face.

"Please, anything, surprise me, Y/N/N, okay?"

"Okay," she said, but it sounded more like a question.

We went our separate ways.

With two cups in one hand — she hates when I do it, because 'Remus, it's dangerous' — I knocked at my bedroom door.

"Come in," her voice sounded.

She was sitting on my bed, wearing my blue t-shirt and some joggers.

"Did I surprise you?" she said with a smile.

"You did," I put the cups on the bedside table.

"Please, just come here already," she patted the bed.

"Eager," I laughed. "In a second."

When I came back in the room, she was under the blanket. As soon as I got under the blanket she passed me my cup and smiled the brightest smile.

"Now, let's watch," she looked at the screen, waiting for me to hit 'play'.

Soon after she finished her tea, she dozed off on my shoulder.

***

"Ohh, here we are again," Sirius said in a raspy voice, when Y/N and I entered the kitchen in the morning. "Didn't hear you last night, don't be so shy, you can make some noice."

"Good morning to you, too," Y/N ignored Sirius' joke. If I'm being honest it probably wasn't that much of a joke, he must know I like her — probably since day one.

"Moony, I don't think you did a good job, she's not tired and still can walk, go back and finish what you started," Sirius went on. Y/N shook her head at him.

"Sit down, I'm gonna make us breakfast," I said.

"I'll help," she stood by my side.

"Darling, your lover boy can manage, sit down," Sirius sneered. She looked at him in disbelieve.

"I'm fine," I whispered to her.

"Okay," she cooed in defeat, and sat across from Sirius.

"Sooo," Sirius started, "can't get enough of my friend here."

"Ha-ha, really funny."

"It is," he continued sipping on his tea.

"No, it's not, I feel really guilty about crashing at yours so often, but I just cannot listen to James banging Lily," Y/N spoke and looked at me, when I turned to them while waiting for a pan to heat.

"Don't feel guilty, it's fine," I chimed in.

"Yeah, right, and you found solace in the arms of one and only Remmy boy," Sirius' grin just widened with every single word that left our mouths.

"What would you do if James was fucking your roommate?"

"Well, if James shagged Remus I would've been really surprised," Sirius was as calm as ever.

"Okay, great," I turned away.

"What are turning away for? I'm not James. Not gonna shag you."

"Sirius," Y/N laughed.

"My lady, do you find it disturbing, me talking about your lover boy that way?"

"Shut it," she was still laughing.

***

"Oi, Y/N, need a ride?" James came in as the three of us sat on the couch.

"Yes, thank you, let me get my stuff," she quickly headed to my room.

"Slow down, I'm not going anywhere, take your time," James shouted. "Hello, lads." He made it to the couch.

"So, did you have a good sleep?" Sirius grinned.

"Sure," James smirked.

"I bet you had it was better than your girlfriend's roommate's," Sirius looked at me.

"What are you looking at me for?" I asked.

"Oh, really?" James said. "They didn't?"

Sirius shook his head.

"But she's wearing his clothes and everything."

"I know!" Sirius exclaimed.

"What do you two know?" I said dismissively.

"Apparently more than you," Sirius started. "Why don't you ask her out?"

"Because," I said, but couldn't think of any reason. I mean, I did ask her out once. But then backpedalled. "Because, her and I are mates. That's it."

"Do you believe that?" James said to me.

"Yeah, mate, for how long you've been dreaming about her already? Two years? Three?" Sirius pressed.

"Definitely three," James helped.

"Not three, and stop it," I escaped to the kitchen.

"So, more?" Sirius followed me.

"Definitely more," James was right behind him.

"Oh my god, would you leave me alone?" I snapped.

"What's with all the fuss?" Y/N reappeared.

"Nothing," I looked at the guys and rage was making its way through my body. "It was good to see you, Y/N, 'till later."

And I just left to my room. I didn't even give her a hug. Yeah, I'm an idiot.

***

"I upset you, I'm sorry, Remmy," her voice sounded soft through the speaker. "I will not bother you again, I promise, just don't be mad at me."

How could she think I was upset with her? Never.

I should've picked up the phone when she was calling.

I'm not mad with you, Y/N. I'm in love with you — that's what I wanted to write.

Sorry if it looked like you upset me. You didn't. The guys did, but I shouldn't have acted that way towards you. I'm sorry. You aren't bothering me. I love spending time with you. Please bother me more — that's what I actually wrote.

Y/N: You're not mad? What a relief!

Me: I can't be mad with you

Y/N: I'll remember that

***

Y/N was dragging me outside.

"What's with you, Remus, I barely recognise you," she started, grabbing my shoulders, so I'd look at her. I couldn't.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, not daring to look at her.

"So you almost got in a fight for nothing?" she didn't stop.

"Leave it at that, Y/N," I tried to shake her off.

"At what? I don't get it! Every time a guy pays me attention, you are getting aggressive. What's up with that?"

"If you don't know, then I don't either."

She was looking at me as I lit a cigarette.

"I thought you quit," she whispered.

"I thought so too," I couldn't even imagine looking into her eyes.

"I wish you would just talk to me," she sat down on the bench. "I don't know what else I should do to make you ask me out again, and I can't ask you out myself, because I'm a coward. I'm spending so much time with you that everyone knows that I fancy you, except for you. Remus, what the fuck should I do? Please, tell me? I'll do it."

I finally looked at her, into her sad eyes, a fag just slipped out of my hand.

"I know, it's my fault, because when you asked me out, I didn't say yes right away. But in my defence I didn't know what to do, I really needed time to process it. But you said you were joking and that's it. Were you really? Was I wrong thinking that you weren't? Because if so, it is fine. It's just, Sirius was..." she went on, looking down at her lap.

"You... fancy me?" was all I could say.

"Yeah, is it so bad?" her eyes were glassy.

"Oh, I am daft then," I took her hand in mine, dropping to my knees infront of her.

"You're not daft, why'd you say that?" she was so close to panting.

"Because I was a git, a blind one too," I kissed her knuckles.

"Stop calling yourself all these names, you are incredible, Remmy," she put her free hand on my cheek, and I couldn't help leaning into her touch.

"Answering your question, you don't have to do anything. Y/N Y/L, will you go on a date with me? Forever the idiot."

"I told you, stop," she wanted to sound stern, but her smile wasn't allowing it. "Yes, Remus Lupin, please, take me on a date already."

She pressed her lips to my forehead.

All along, I should've just talked to her. Idiot.

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Casual | James Potter

James Potter x reader

summary: a friend of a friend, just an acquaintance, it doesn't mean anything, right? Right?

words 5k

modern!au, fwb, sexual undertones, no explicit smut tho, swearing

a/n: "Y/N/N" is your nickname (just in case), wanted to make a little st v's treat for you. you can interprete this story as a 'will you be my valentine?' (from me to you). got a bit carried away. HAPPY ST VALENTINE'S!

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

Her phone lights up in the TV lit room. It's almost 1 AM. The only person who could be texting her at this hour is him. A friend of a friend with whom Y/N has occasional hook ups.

James: u up?

Of course it is him.

Y/N: at mine in 20? James: OMW

Y/N rushes to the bathroom. Not like she needs to, she looks fine; not like he would be thrown off by her domestic look, she changes into the robe; she puts on a nice dust pink set underneath, like it will not be discarded the second he steps in.

Turning off the TV at last she hears a soft knock on the door. She glares at herself in the mirror as she walking to open the door.

James is in his white t-shirt, that he always wears, when they have a late rendez-vous, black leather jacket is in his hands already, he got it off while on the stairs. As he sees her the familiar smirk makes its way to his face and that glint in his eyes that she never notices (somehow). The jacket is thrown on the floor, the door closes with a thump, his hands have already found their way to her body. One is on her neck, bringing her closer, the other is on her waist.

“Haven’t seen you in so-o-o long,” he mutters against her lips.

“Missed me?” She smirks.

“Like crazy,” he starts to undo her robe while leading her to her bedroom. Her hands go under his t-shirt without hesitation. It looked almost like they were trading: her robe for his t-shirt. James sits her down admiring her messy — from all the kissing — state. Y/N slowly traces his belt before unbuckling it, eye contact never breaks, James groans gently grabbing her face in his hands. The lust has consumed him the moment he saw her cute little robe that she — he knew — put on just for him. Of course, not for the reason he wanted her to, but he is notorious for getting his hopes up (especially with her).

***

It has all started a few months ago, when the only hope James had was to get laid, which wasn't necessarily a problem, however, the problem was that a very attractive friend of a friend — who was THE coolest girl at school, everyone's crush — mentioned that she broke up with her boyfriend (whom James always found so irritating) and just wanted to take a break from relationships, take it easy; and James just couldn’t let it go.

Obviously they were in the same friend group, but they were never really friends. James always admired her from afar, but there were never anything more than just him considering her pretty, that’s it, right? He was in love with someone else in school, and she was cool too. And she was pretty too. And she even agreed to a date at the end of the last year, but it didn’t work out. They simply didn’t like each other enough to continue dating. So, James was on his journey to find out what he truly wanted from life. And if it included hooking up then be it.

But how can anyone in their right mind pass on the opportunity to be with THE GIRL from school? James thought. Although they weren’t in school anymore, Y/N still was the coolest person he’s ever met, and it says a lot, right?

So, one thing led to another and they found themselves panting on the bed in their mutual friend’s guest room:

“Wow,” James breathed out lying next to Y/N.

“Yeah,” she chuckled.

“Well, I hope it doesn’t make it weird,” James was taking her in, how her chest heaved with every breath she took, how her lashes were shaking while her eyes were closed, how venerable she looked trying to compose herself. And the thought that he probably looked just as venerable at this very instant too made him smile. He was venerable, but only for her; however she doesn’t have to know that information.

“It’s not weird unless you make it weird,” she opened her eyes and looked at his face, flustered by the attention she was paying him.

“It’s just, you know- I liked you in school,” he moved his gaze to the ceiling.

“Yeah, sure.”

“It’s true! I did,” he still couldn’t look at her.

“Yet, you asked Evans out, not me,” she said matter of factly.

“Also true. But…” he stopped. “Actually I don’t know what I wanted to say,” he chuckled softly. Why did he feel the need to explain himself? Was she accusing him of something? Of course she wasn’t, and it’s stupid that he started it… but wait she started it… “Would you say yes?”

“Sure,” she simply answered.

“And what about…” James started.

“You had plenty of time to ask me before he did,” Y/N cut him off.

He looked at the ceiling like he would find answers there.

“Okay, we probably shall not tell Sirius that we fucked in his place,” she sat up and looked around for her clothes.

“Agree,” James rose on his elbows, looking at her back.

“Great. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Y/N left the bed and was picking up her clothing one by one putting it on right away. When she couldn’t find her bra anywhere, she just spun topless looking everywhere. James chuckled.

“I suggest you go braless and I find it and give it to you the next time.”

“The next time?” She arched her eyebrow.

“Yeah. It’s definitely not a one time thing?” He asked but she wasn’t sure if it was a question or not.

“Listen, James,” she started.

“Yeah-yeah, I know, you don’t want a relationship, so I heard, and I’m not implying we start one,” he sat up, suddenly feeling very exposed, trying to find something to cover himself with.

At that she smiled and threw his boxers at him.

“Thanks,” he pulled them on quickly, coming up to her, still topless. “I just think we can try friends with benefits kind of thing.”

“No way,” she stepped aside still looking for her bra.

“What? Why? Didn’t you like it?”

“You made it weird by tell me you liked me, and I added to it by saying that I wanted you to ask me out. SO. No. Way.”

“C’me on, Y/N,” he gently turned her to face him.

“James, I mean it, no way,” she sounded stern.

“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in defeat. “But if you change your mind Sirius has my number.” He winked.

She rolled her eyes, looked around once more and with a sigh put her top on.

“Don’t you dare to leave my bra here somewhere,” her tone strict. “You can save it tho.”

She went for the door.

“And I’m not changing my mind.”

With that she left.

“You didn’t answer my question,” James smirked.

***

James holds Y/N as she is coming down from her high, still on his hips; he kisses her shoulders, her neck, her face; his hands never leave her body.

“Oh, Jamie,” she moans as he pulls out of her by lifting her hips up. Her hands are on his chest, he pulls her into him immediately, lying his head down on the pillow, she’s whimpering. So fragile, so venerable, so cute; he feels so content having her weight on him.

“Are you okay, princess?” He pets her head and drawing shapes on her back.

“Mhm,” her eyes closed, she’s ready to drift off right now.

“Princess, we should take a shower,” he chuckles.

“No,” she protests. “We can take it in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, but you still have to go to the bathroom, darling,” James proceeds.

“Five minutes, yeah?” She mumbles.

“No, now,” he hooks her chin with his fingers as a signal for her to look up at him, she does.

“I hate it when you’re right,” she lazily tries to stand up.

“I’ll help you,” he picks her up and makes his way to the bathroom, where he places her down and throws away the used condom. “I’ll leave you to yourself, yeah? Call my name and I’ll be here in a second?” He kisses the crown of her head and leaves the bathroom looking at her till he reaches the door. She just smiles and nods.

***

James’ phone buzzed. Unknown number.

He’s been picking up all the calls from unknown numbers that week. He knew she’d call.

“Hello,” James tests.

“Hi, uhm-,” soft voice came from the phone.

“Oh, hi, love,” James smirked.

“Hi,” Y/N came again.

“It only took you a week, eh?”

“James, are you busy?” She ignored his teasing.

“At midnight? You bet I’m not,” James could hear the music in the background.

“I know it’s too late and all,” she sounded too sweet not to suspect anything.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to come over? Wherever you are?” Now James got worried.

“Well, I’m fine, but I do need you to come over,” she said shyly.

“Where are you?” He headed to the shoe rack, grabbed his car keys and started lacing his trainers.

“I’m at Douglas’, d’you know where he lives?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure, what are you doing there, love?” James grabbed the jacket and almost sprinted to his car.

“Sirius’s idea,” Y/N said coyly.

“Sounds like him. Are you alright, I’m on my way already?” He started the engine.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just really tired,” she sighed. “I’m sorry that I’m bothering you, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“It’s alright, I got you. Had a lot to drink, darling?” He asked trying to move her focus to the conversation.

“Not a lot… a bit too much, not a lot though,” she stumbled.

“Okay,” James chuckled. The ride wasn’t too long, so keeping Y/N on the line wasn’t too much trouble. “Okay, lovie, where are you?” James opened the car door.

But he didn’t have any time to get up, because a girl came up to him quickly and put her hands on his shoulders. Left hand still holding a phone.

“Hi, Jay, don’t worry I’m here,” Y/N giggled.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he put his hands on her back, respectful enough to not cross any boundaries. “Let me get you in the car, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she stepped back.

He finally made it to the ground and led her to the passenger seat with his hand on her upper back. James fastened her seatbelt as she was looking at him with a goofy smile.

“What is it, princess?” He couldn’t contain his own smile.

“Nothin’. Just… think you’re cute,” her cheeks red — from alcohol or him, he couldn’t possibly guessed.

“Oi, thanks, love. Let me get you home.”

James closed the passenger door and settled back in the drivers seat.

“I knew you were good,” she smiled drunkenly.

“You knew, huh?”

“Yeah, I did, that’s why I asked Sirius for your number the very next day,” she closed her eyes.

“Princess, I’m gonna need your address and then you can sleep,” he looked at her with a smile, she mumbled the address without opening her eyes.

***

James was always really considerate and caring. And Y/N just assumed that he was like that with everybody. She didn't want anything serious, so James, the most frivolous person she knew, seemed like a really good deal, when she came to realization that she did not want to give up sex.

His aftercare always amazed her, but what amazed her even more is that as of recently he was extra soft, which wasn't like him. He was usually fast (like a starved lion who finally got a chance to have a bite of much needed meat), rough (like someone will steal his prey away), he was naughty, really naughty. His naughty language scared Y/N at first, but she'll be lying, if she says this isn't her favourite thing now. But now he was careful, like he could break her, if he moved too fast, too rough; his every touch was feather-like; his every kiss was so tender, mind blowing, breathtaking.

And Y/N wanted to talk to him about it, but something always was in the way: wether she was so surprised by him making her breakfast in bed, so she forgot; or he would hurry away right after they had sex, and she simply couldn't register the fact he was leaving already; or he would distract her with a conversation. And what was there to talk about? Yeah, probably, nothing. Like what could she possibly tell him?

Hi, James, I think you act too nice towards me? — that just does not make any sense.

What does make sense, tho, is that she now was getting ready for him, which she swore to herself was nothing more than a desire to look good (for him — but that's besides the point).

***

"So, are you coming, Y/N/N?" female voice called through the phone dynamic.

"Damn, yeah, I'd love to see the girl that got Sirius head over heals. I'm in. Let's meet up before?" Y/N said excitedly.

"Yeah, I'll bring my stuff and we'll get ready together, okay?" the voice answered.

"Okay, Lils, I'm waiting," Y/N laughed and ended the call.

The screen read:

James: hey James: can't wait to see u 2nite James: i'll wear my best for u x

She chuckled. Oh no, she chuckled. What the hell was he doing making her chuckle. Yeah, well, he better wear his best, because she always does!

I shouldn't answer right away. Yeah! I will not! she reckoned.

Y/N hopped in the shower, starting her routine, which usually took some time. By the time she was out the door bell rang. It was Lily.

"Oooh, were getting ready for me, babes, I could take you right here," the redhead said with a smirk.

"Hello to you too, Lily," Y/N smiled, grabbing her friend's bag and letting her in. Lily hugged her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Are you on the market, yet? Wanna pick someone up tonight?"

Y/N laughed leading Lily to her bedroom where they usually got ready.

"Just so you know, I was never out of market!" Y/N said in faux offence. "But for real, tonight is about Sirius and his LOVE."

Now it was Lily's turn to laugh.

"Okay, but show me what you wearing?"

"I'm wearing something simple," Y/N cooed and grabbed the dress that was hanging on the wardrobe's door. It was a knee length black dress with white straps, neckline and hemline. The dress hugged her, the skirt was a bit loose which made the dress look flowy.

"Simple, but hot, Y/N/N," Lily eyed the girl as she put the dress to her front.

"You always say that," Y/N shied away.

"Because it's true, babes."

Turning on the music, they started their preparations.

***

The guys are already inside their usual hung out spot. Here, the group spends each others birthdays, celebrates each other achievements, just spends time together.

Sirius wasn't here yet, and the rest of the girls are nowhere to be seen. Y/N and Lily make their way inside and are greeted by the host who shows them to the table. James and Remus stand up when the two girls just appear in sight to help them with their coats and simply greet their friends (they haven't seen each other in while, after all), Peter follows their lead tentatively. James quick enough to bit Remus in approaching Y/N, though he makes it seem like a coincidence.

James just smiles the goofiest smile at her. Remus speaks first, taking Lily's coat.

"Hello, ladies," Lily kisses Remus' cheek at that.

"Hello, gentlemen," Lily answers with the same coquettish tone.

"Hi," James whispers into Y/N ear as he hugs her, covertly brushing her neck with his lips.

"Hi," her eyes didn't want to meet his. He was so mischievous infront of their friends, always walking a tightrope, and yet no one, not even Remus (the observant one), noticed the inappropriate behavior of their two friends. James helped her out of her coat, the moment she faced him again he could swear to god, he just froze.

"Oh, Potter already appreciated Y/N's sex appeal, now it's your turn, boys," jokes Lily. The group laughs that seems to get James out of his trans and he quickly takes care of the coat to get Y/N to the seat beside him.

"Hey, girls," Peter mutters coyly, the two girls make their kittenish way to the boy to kiss both of his cheeks at the same time. His face and ears are red now.

"Hello, sweetie," they say playfully.

"Alright, girls, give him a break," James intervenes, leading the girls to their designated (by one and only James Potter) seats right next to him, holding them by their shoulders.

"Someone's jealous," continues Lily in the same playful manner.

"Don't worry, James, we love you just the same," Y/N jokes.

James chuckles helping the girls to their chairs and sits down.

"So, have you met her yet, Rems?" Lily changes the topic.

"No, not yet," Remus sits down across from the redhead.

"How did they meet?" Y/N chimes in.

James privily caresses Y/N's knee under the table, looking not bothered at all, listening intently to the story of how Sirius and his new girlfriend met. Y/N feels something turn upside down when James' hand makes its way up her thigh.

Just as his hand reaches her mid thigh, Marlene and Mary walk in, shortly followed by the couple of the evening.

Sirius' girlfriend seems like a genuinely great person, she's smart, witty, pretty and just so easy to fall for. Sirius' friends have never seen him this happy with anyone before.

As the evening progressed, Y/N excused herself to the lavatory and stood there against the sink, trying to catch her breath, being so wine-drunk that her head spun like she was on a carousel.

She must've forgotten to close the door, because she feels warm hands on her even warmer shoulder. Y/N looks at the intruder through the mirror and sighs in relief.

"You scared me," she closes her eyes.

"Sorry. Not feeling well?" James softly kisses the back of her neck, looking at the reflection of her face.

"I'm fine, it's just really hot in there," she rubs her temples.

"Okay, let me get you a glass of water and let's go get some fresh air, yeah?" he rubs her shoulders up and down. She nods, facing him with a shy smile.

"You always save me when I'm drunk?" she giggles.

"Just want you to feel good, princess," he winks at her.

She goes out first, he follows, but stops to ask a waiter for a glass of water, allowing her to make it back to the table. But the waiter is quick and hands her the glass before she makes it to separate room they're in, which is great, because they can go right outside without too many questions.

James grabs their coats, telling Remus that they're gonna be back and walks out the room to put a coat over Y/N's frame.

When they're finally outside, she breaths in heavily. James holds her, looking intently at her face, taking note of every single change that comes across it.

"Better?" he's concerned.

"Much," she opens her eyes and says playfully.

"You look magnificent, Y/N," his eyes are soft.

"Thank you," she looks down for a second, but regains her confidence and looks him straight in the eyes. "And I see that you're a man of a word, indeed wearing your best, and make it look oh so effortless."

James couldn't help but blush. She brought her hand to his cheek and brushed it with a thumb.

"You're really pretty, James."

"Oi, you two love birds," comes Sirius' voice. He came out for a cigarette, which he did only if he had too much to drink. "Why don't I know that two of my best friends are together?" Sirius hugs them both by their shoulders.

"We're not," James says calmly.

"His eyelash fell, I got it for him," Y/N lies.

"Yeah, and the 'you're so pretty part' always comes with it?" Sirius puts a cigarette between his teeth, looking for a lighter in his pockets.

"Yes, it does, Siri, what are you on about?" Y/N pokes his side.

"Whatever you say, my dearest friend," mocks Sirius, finally lighting his fag.

"Where's Regulus by the way?" Y/N asks. Y/N's family was neighbours with the Blacks, that's how they met and became friends, three of them were inseparable. Then they went to the same school and made even more friends, so the group grew every step of the way, but the three were always best friends through everything.

"Oh, he got a bad cold and couldn't make it," Sirius brushes off.

"I just talked to him the other morning he was fine."

"Oh, darling, I'm surprised you're not down with it either," Sirius takes a drag. "Well, you have nothing to worry about, ‘cause your new boyfriend will take care of you, right, Prongs?"

"Shut it," James chortles.

The three of them made it inside to their respective seats. Sirius' eyes were flickering back to two of his best friends. James and Y/N weren't really close in school; sometimes Y/N sat with the boys at the lunch time, but mostly she hang out with her girls. James always seemed preoccupied with Y/N's red haired friend, or so Sirius thought. Now that he is thinking about it, he recalls James' unusual interest in English lit (Y/N was the leader of a reading club); how James would surreptitiously put a single card to the love box on St. Valentine's day, and it just so happens that one of the cards Y/N got had suspiciously familiar handwriting; how he would brag about him making it into the school's football team more when she was around. That bastard! thought Sirius.

"Can I get you home tonight?" James whispers into Y/N's ear, arm around the back of her chair.

"Yes," she whispers back, looking unsuspicious, but Sirius notices everything now.

Sirius smirks at his girlfriend.

"Look at these two and tell me they're not having an affair," Sirius points his head in the direction of his best friends, his arm is around her waist.

"Aren't they together?" she whispers back.

"They claim they aren't."

"Give them time."

Sirius kisses the crown of her hair.

***

James' hands are on Y/N’s waist, drawing circles into her sides, his lips are soft against hers. He kneels infront of her to take her shoes off.

"What if I am indeed contagious and you're kissing me? You can catch a cold," she wonders.

"Then we'll be sick together," he answers, caressing her right calf, and moving for the left shoe.

"You're willing to risk your health just to kiss me?" she goes on.

"I'm willing to risk my life just to look at you," he peers up into her eyes, now caressing her left calf.

"James..." she starts, but falls silent.

"Yes, Y/N/N," he kisses her knee.

"You said that you liked me in school," she stops again, watching him expectantly.

"I did say that, yes."

"Why didn't you ask me out?" she asks with something that James thinks is offence. He makes it to his feet, his eyes on hers, he takes her hand into his own, kissing her knuckles.

"Are you mad with me?" he gives her a weak smile, she just waits for him to answer. "I'm a coward, I guess." He finally says.

"And you looked at me dating Marc?" she asks sympathetically.

“Yes,” he pets her hair. “This is the first time you said his name after the break up.”

“Now is it?” She smiles, hands on his sternum.

“It is,” his lips ghost hers.

"James, I'm such an idiot," Y/N says, drawing figures into his neckline.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Marc was a git, but it could be worse."

"No, not because of Marc," she still cannot meet his eye.

"Look at me, Y/N," he hooks her chin with his fingers.

"James," she murmurs.

"What is it?"

"I'm an idiot."

"I heard that. I strongly disagree."

"No, but really."

James chuckles.

"C'mon."

"Let's go to bed?" she suggests wearily.

"Don't change the subject!"

"I'm not, I don't want to talk about it, that's it."

He kisses her cheek and picks her up.

"Need to take your make up off."

She laughs.

"Jamie, I can walk to the bathroom."

"And I can carry you there."

He places her next to the sink.

"Are you gonna undress me?" she challenges him. Without hesitation his hand is on the zipper of her dress.

"Gladly," he smirks, lowering the straps.

***

Sirius: pls be more obvious Y/N: what???

Y/N looks up at her friend with a quizzical expression.

Sirius: james's hand is almost in your crotch Sirius: you two really thought no one's gonna notice Y/N: no one did notice it before Y/N: before u decided that u know everything

Y/N gives Sirius murderous eye.

Sirius: y/n/n babe you two are so obvious that anyone who hadn't figured you two out yet is a twat Y/N: u calling everyone in this room a twat? Sirius: not everyone Sirius: you two don't count Sirius: you two are idiots who can't figure out what they want Y/N: thx luv

She peers at him after the lack of reply, he just snickers at her, mouthing 'you are welcome'.

James' hand indeed almost reached Y/N's crotch. He is reckless.

Then why don't I stop him, she thinks and looks right at his hand.

Everyone is enjoying the conversation, except for Y/N who is deeply in thought. She excuses herself going straight to the guest bedroom. Oh this bedroom, the exact one where James and Y/N first had sex a couple of months ago.

As she enters, she looks around, remembering that last time she was here, her bra was never found, and she just hoped that James did save it (creepy, but better than leaving your bra at your best friend's place), because that would've meant he found it.

"Overwhelmed?" familiar voice spoke.

"What are they doing right now?" Y/N ignored him.

"They are about to play a game," James sounds soft.

"What game?"

"Uhm, some card game, not sure," he shrugged.

"Okay, that will take some time, then?"

"Yeah."

Y/N quickly closes the door behind him and pushes him towards the bed. He lets out a short laugh.

"What do you have in mind, princess?" James wonders.

"I want you," she murmurs.

"Such nice words to hear from such a lovely girl," he connects their lips.

"I want it to be a full circle moment," Y/N takes off her top.

"What do you mean?" James is genuinely confused.

"Take me, Jamie."

He flips her over, taking off his own t-shirt. He plants kisses at the base of her neck. He's gentle while taking her skirt off, if it wasn't for a sudden breeze she felt on her inner thigh, this could've easily gone unnoticed.

Unlike their last time here, he is slow, he takes his time, and god oh god does it feel good.

"Jamie, please," she moans. And Jamie without farther ado just gives her what she asks for.

***

Her back is pressed to his sternum, her left hand is intertwined with his, she kissed his knuckles.

"So what did you mean? 'Full circle moment'?" James whispers playing with her fingers.

"I wanted to do it for so long," Y/N kisses his knuckles again and turns to face him. He seems worried. "I don't want to do this anymore."

"What? Do what?" James stutters.

"This," she motions to their discarded clothes.

"What the hell, Y/N?" James doesn't know which feeling is greater — confusion or anger.

"I said that I was an idiot. That's what I meant. Jamie, please forgive me, but I cannot go on like this. I'd rather lose it all, than not have you all to myself in every way possible," Y/N looks at him with hope.

"You're telling me," James starts, disconnecting their hands, "that the best way to break up with someone is to trick them into sex? Y/N, that is cruel!" He sits up on the bed, so she sees him.

"Break up? James, did you hear me?"

"Yeah, as clear as day," he quips, getting out of bed.

"James, what did I say?" she calmly asks, moving closer to him.

He stops for a second and looks at her tentatively.

"We cannot break up, James, we're not dating."

"And you... want... to-o-o... what?" he is so hesitant. "Did you change your mind?"

"Yeah. I can't do casual," Y/N admitted. "Not with you anyways."

"Did you fall for me?" James sits next to her, his bright smile lights up the room.

"How could I not?" Y/N gets one of his unruly curls out of his eyes.

"You wanted to do it for long? How long are we talking about?" he teases her.

"James," she sounds unimpressed, her eyes still glistening.

"Okay, okay, so now I'm your boyfriend?"

"Take me out and I'll consider," Y/N sneers.

"I can literally see you naked right now, and you say, you'll consider?" he says amazed.

"Yeah, my standarts are pretty high," she continues. "And I'll send you the list of all the requirements."

"You can tell me right now, and I'll tell you if I worth your time," he makes his way back, allowing her to lie back down on his chest.

"One: be tall."

"Check."

"Two: have dark hair."

"Check. Are they all about the looks? 'Cause I'm sure that I'm your type."

"Not all of them are about the looks. There's also one that simply says 'be James Potter'."

"Really, it's what it says?" he asks with interest.

"Yeah, and what's your name again?" Y/N jokes.

"I can assure you that this is definitely worth your time."

She smiles at that and kisses him passionately, straddling his lap.

"You fuckers, that's not what I meant!" Sirius' voice echoes through the room. "Oh no, no! What the hell?"

James covers Y/N's body as she hides her face in his neck.

"Yew. You know what? You two can go fuck yourselves!"

"We already did," Y/N reminds.

"OH! You! I hate you both!" Sirius is headed to the living room. "I'll have to burn the bed!" He yells.

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First Date Fail | Sirius Black

Sirius Black x reader

words 1.4k

fluff, modern!au

a/n: first time posting a hp fic on this page. trying it out. i'm not consistent with posting, so won't promise anything. saw a vid on instagram could not pass on the opportunity to write something for this page.

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

Sirius was very serious about first dates. One — look fresh and nice. Two — get her flowers. Three — pay for her. Four — be an attentive listener. Five — just be a gentleman.

These were his rules. And usually the dates were successful. But how can he be a gentleman, if a girl doesn’t show up? Well, this is the first.

So, Sirius stood there for thirty minutes starting to feel like a complete idiot. Maybe she’s just late. It is a possibility, right?

He was fidgeting the bouquet of white and pink flowers he bought. Pions were his number one choice. Girls seem to like them, plus, they’re easy to memorise. He unbuttoned his trench-coat revealing his jumper over white shirt look.

He should probably go. Yeah, he decided, he’s just gonna go. And he was about to do so, but someone had other plans.

“Excuse me,” came the voice from the left. A gorgeous young lady was talking to him (he was pretty sure that she has spoken to him). He faced her taking her in. Light blue sundress, white snickers, and no coat. They were dressed very differently, thought Sirius. “Hi, I’m Y/N, I was just wondering if you wanted to come get a cup of coffee.”

As she was speaking, she pointed at the café behind her. Sirius was startled. His mind was racing. But he seemed to get over the shock a bit when he noticed she has shimmered.

“I would love that,” he pronounced loudly. But he soon coughed and added, “Sorry, I mean, yeah, I would love to”. His voice much calmer.

She just smiled like nothing happened, leading their way to the café.

“Oh, these are for you,” Sirius said offering her flowers. She giggled, but accepted with a quiet “thank you.” A really cute one too, if you ask him.

As they enter she turns to him, "What are you gonna have?"

She's so sweet for asking, Sirius thinks.

"And what are you having? I'm just gonna get your order, too."

"No-o-o," she protested ― sweet thing ― and shook her head. "I want to get you a drink."

"Absolutely no way," Sirius was determined. But so was she.

"Oh, come on, just this once?" her smile is his new favourite thing, he reckons.

Sirius put his hands up in defeat, she chuckled, and they approached the barista. Just this once, he thought, yeah, just this once.

"Cappuchino, two sugars," Sirius said when she looked at him encouragingly.

"And I'll have another latte and this gorgeous cherry cake," she pointed towards it, then once again looked at him with a question in her eyes. "And you?"

"Oh, I don't know. What's the best?" Sirius asked her.

"Do you have any allergies?" she parried.

"No." His heart skipped a bit at her concern for his health.

"Then, these croissants are really good," she once again pointed towards a piece of pastry behind a glass. "They are pistachio flavoured."

"Then I'll have those," he smiled at her and she returned it.

She led him to the table on which an empty glass ― of what he suspected was her first latte ― stood, a book lied next to it, a coat was neatly put on an unoccupied chair.

"And I was wondering, if you were really walking around like that," he chuckled.

"Like what?" she was a bit confused.

"With no coat on." Now it was her turn to chuckle.

"I might be crazy, but I have some common sense," she joked. "Do sit down. I'll go ask for a glass of water." She waved a bouquet, before going back to the barista.

As he waited for her to come back, he, just as neatly, placed his trench-coat next to hers. Sirius didn't dare to touch any of her belongings, but the curiosity took the best of him, not to pry into the cover of the book she was, probably, reading was not an option.

Maugham. Yeah, I remember absolutely nothing about him, thought Sirius. Maybe if he actually paid some attention during his rich-boy-school days, he would've been able to start a conversation about the author whom the sweet girl probably enjoys. Y/N is such a suiting name. Oh! He forgot to introduce himself!

She was approaching the table, successful in her mission to find a glass for the flowers. Sirius sprung to his feet, rapidly moving towards her chair to move it for her. She might not be his initial date, but he was determined to be a gentleman.

"Thank you," she smiled and took her place.

"I'm Sirius," he rushed to his chair. She chuckled.

"Nice to meet you, Sirius."

"Indeed, very nice, Y/N."

Their order was ready.

"So, what's with the 'I'll go outside in only a dress' moment. Why did you do it?" he was genuinely curious. She most definitely could tell he was stood up, but to accept the prospect of her pitying him was unbearable.

"I was just reading a book, finished a chapter, saw you standing there, all good looking, waiting for me to come up to you," she laughed at her own words. He could only let out a bit of air. The idea of her being the one he waited for was way more appealing to him than the truth. "No, but really, you looked really nice ― still do ― and you've been there a while, so I took it upon myself to ask you for a cuppa."

"So, it is not because you felt sorry for me?" Sirius said in a detective voice.

"Oh, no, sir. I could never!" She pressed her hand to her heart.

"Good. Just wanted to make it clear," he smirked sipping on his cappuchino.

Making small talk they didn't notice their empty cups and plates. The only thing reminding them of the world is her phone ringing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sirius, I need to take it," she stood up and walked to the exit. His eyes didn't leave her frame until she turned to face him. "Sorry, it was uni stuff. And that reminded me that I should get going."

"I'll walk you home," he yelled enthusiastically. "I mean, if you want me to, of course." This was much calmer.

"Sure," she chuckled, putting her book into her purse. Sirius was quick enough to grab her coat to help her put it on. She still seemed quite surprised ever though he was a gentleman all evening.

As they walked to her place, Sirius' eyes couldn't look at anything else but Y/N's bright smile and how fitting the flowers looked in her hold, how her eyes sparkled every time they passed a street light.

"You know next time I'll get you the flowers you like," he suddenly announced.

"I like those," she said startled. "Besides you don't know what flowers are my favourite."

"That's true, then I suppose I'm going to guess and eventually I will bring you your favourite. You're going to be so happy, so I'd know I guessed right," he smugly spoke.

"So you're planning on asking me out?" she smirked.

"As many times as it gets," Sirius was feeling cheeky. "To get you the right flowers," he added matter-of-factly.

"Oh. And I thought you fancied me," she said in faux offence.

"Well, those are non-contradictory reasons."

"Alright, raven boy," she leered at him. "I'll let it slip."

"Thank you, your highness," he bowed.

They approached her building. She faced him not sure what to do, whether it was appropriate to give him a hug, if she was being honest she wanted to kiss him (on a cheek!), but that seemed even more inappropriate, so, she just fidgeted the bouquet.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" Sirius broke the silence.

"Yes," she answered timidly.

"Wicked! Then I'll meet you here at 6," he leaned down to get a better look at her face before they have to part.

"Mhm," was the only thing she could manage as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, thumb lingering on her cheek.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," but none of them moved. Sirius sighed, slowly letting go of her face. And as she returned her senses, she quickly moved to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. She retreated to the door, waving him goodbye as she entered, leaving Sirius, mouth agape, staring at the place where she once stood.

Maybe what's-her-name standing him up wasn't such a bad thing after all.

But Y/N was occupied with another thought. It'll be years before he guesses that my favourite flower is forget-me-not, she chuckled sniffing the pions.

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poisonmedani · 3 years

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The first letter | Calum Hood

Calum Hood One Shot

words 1.4k (~7min)

fluff, angst

note: maybe there'll be a part 2, idk yet. let me know if you like it <3

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

You were always writing. Whatever it was. You were writing. A grocery list, a page number on which you stopped reading, a day (because you always forget whether it’s Wednesday or Thursday), your plans for the day, and, of course, little notes you wrote for me every day – sometimes I would find more than one, because you were leaving them in most absurd places and just forget about it (to be honest I wish there are more left in the house, I found one today and it made this nightmare of the day more bearable).

So, I decided to write to you as it is your language of communication. Frankly speaking – as you often used to say – I never understood how can you like my handwriting? But I try not to think about that much, I just hope you’ll like that piece of writing too (if I ever get the nerve to actually send it). Maybe it would’ve been more sensible to type it, because it’s easier to send (or correct; or delete) – at this very moment I feel just like you: can’t seem to stop speaking (in this case writing) because it feels like there’s not enough words to say what I actually want to say – but it’s soulless, it’s no fun – another thing you often used to say and then you proceeded to wink, oh to see that again.

I guess I could just tell you this one thing using, like, six words, but what’s the point then? I hope you will get through my mumbling.

As I found your little note my heart dropped, I looked inside, and it said ‘do you remember the day we met? you were trying to be so tough it was hilarious. I’m glad you showed me who you truly are <3’.

I remember.

I’ll never forget. I hope you won’t too.

This one probably was old. ‘Old’ like in ‘before-what-happened-old’.

I told you before, but every time I remember something new that you thought was important – every single time, it’s cute how you love little details – so I’m going to tell you one more time, maybe you’ll see something important.

It was the 1st of February, Friday. I just turned 23 few days before, so I felt like I was this wise old man that knew everything – I guess you can say it was one of the reasons why I was acting like a jerk. Guys and I went to this stupid party that someone threw – I don’t think there was anything worth celebrating though. I saw you as you entered the room, but frankly speaking – see what I did here yet again? – I didn’t put too much thought into it. I just remember I glanced at the door, there were you and some dude you were with, my mind said right away: ‘she’ll never look at you’. Of course, she wouldn’t, I thought to myself. So, the next twenty minutes I was just living my life – chatting with someone I cannot remember for the love of me. And then there you went, you passed me, and – I didn’t want to, but – I breathed in your scent. You smelled of cherry. You were headed to the balcony, and I noticed you were holding a lighter. I excused myself and followed you – I don’t know what I was thinking really, I was so done with the people that were talking to me (it was more of a monologue), I wanted to either hear nothing or you. I almost ran to that balcony just to be the one to offer you a cig (so pathetic of me, now I say it). You were right in front of me, lighter in your right hand, still nothing to light. You reached the edge, took a deep breath and turned, there was me – kind of funny to say that – I pretended to take a cigarette out of the pack for myself, but what I really wanted is for you to ask me for one. You did. I looked tough maybe but inside I was burning, I wanted nothing more but to hear you speak, actually speak not just throwing a brief question. You took a cigarette (that was meant for you) and lit it. You were so perfect at this moment. Then you smiled, not just smiled, but smiled at me! Do you remember what you were thinking about when you gave me your first smile? I certainly remember. I thought how weird it was that I actually cared whether you were smiling or not. I nonchalantly asked if you knew the host – maybe a stupid question but I was desperate to hear you – you said no, I didn’t either, I think we bounded. After that you offered your name. Still think it’s pretty. I offered you mine. You smiled once again. Don’t really remember the rest of the conversation, just remember we laughed a lot, even though I was trying to be tough – I was trying to impress you really.

I’m so glad I asked for your number that night. I reckon, if I didn’t, this would’ve been the biggest mistake of my life. I called you a taxi and made sure you got home save. Perhaps some thought I was weird: why would I care about some random girl getting home save, but you weren’t just some random girl. After your text I sent you another one wishing you sweet dreams, but you weren’t planning on sleeping just yet. I thought you’d leave me on read (I would still ask you out first thing in the morning), but you called me, I loved the initiative, it gave me much needed confidence. We talked all night long, I sometimes think back to that phone call when I couldn’t get enough of your stories, your voice, your laugh. It was 7 in the morning when we said our goodbyes because your phone was dying. But right before you hung up, I asked, asked to see you again. So, we did, we met that very evening. And I like to say that we were together ever since.

The first handwritten note you gave me was on our third date. I feel so foolish still. How couldn’t I see the signs? The signs you were giving me so I would kiss you. God, I wish I kissed you earlier than I did. We went to the theatre – I remember you mentioned that you wanted to go there but no one cares as much as you do so you were almost okay with the fact that you were missing on the production – as we were discussing the play while walking through the park near your place you stopped just for a sec when you saw the fountain still working at this late hour and you rushed to it nonchalantly grabbing my hand and leading me with you. You sat at the border and faced the water; your fingers coyly touched the water. My eyes were fixed on you. You looked up at me and playfully splashed me with a bit of water that was on your hand. We laughed – we always do – I sat next to you, I was so hesitant about kissing you (I think you saw that), you smiled and went through your purse, you finally found what you were looking for, you hand it to me still smiling. It was a paper napkin from the café we visited the day before. Inside it had the prettiest handwriting I ever came across. It read ‘will you kiss me already?’

I still have it. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me.

I don’t know if you’re going to read this letter or not, or if you manage to read to this point, but I hope you do.

I’m maybe a coward but I’m just scared that I’m going to lose you forever. I need you. I need you back.

Or I’m going wherever you are. I love you.

I hope shortly after you receive this letter we will meet. Just so you know I already bought the tickets. I’m going.

What I said that night you left… you know I was stupid? I am stupid. Need you to at least listen to me. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. But I hope you still have it in you.

Forever yours,

Calum

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The beginning of the end | Alex Turner

Alex Turner One Shot

words 1.6k (~10min)

angst

note: haven't written in a while (except for essays and term papers), so here I am. it's something new for this page. yet another fandom but i'm here to try everything, i hope you are on board with me.

it was influenced by the beautiful song 'Do me a favour'

MASTERLIST

As car went up the hill getting closer to her house, he already knew how it's going to go, he knew that there's nothing good that lies ahead. His mind was playing tricks on him flashing all the memories before his eyes. He shook his head and tried really hard to focus on the road, he heard her voice in his head as she said, ‘daring be careful’. She said that every time he left her place. Usually these words were followed by ‘call once you're home’ and a kiss on a cheek. But last time he saw her there was a cold ‘be safe’ and a look, look that he will never forget, look full of disappointment and regret. He knew she regretted ever meeting him after what he said. He knew she would never forgive him these words and knew if she did, she would hate herself from this moment on. So, he sighed, not sure what exactly he wanted to happen.

Her house uphill caught last rays of the sun as he pulled over. He unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the house trying not to think of all the terrible things that can take place the moment he steps inside. He took a minute going through all the possible things he could promise her, debating whether he really means them or just trying not to hurt her – that would be cruel to her and he knew that.

He left his car. His legs carried him to the front door like they didn’t know that there’ll be no warm hands to hold him, there’ll be no lips to kiss him, there’ll be tears, blame and despair. He looked at the number on the door like it was the last time these figures brought anything but pain in his heart. He was about to knock when the door opened. She stood there with a serious face that scared him to his bones. He was the one to make her smile and laugh, not cold and sad.

“Hi”, her voice sounded just like was thinking about the same things as him in the car on his way here.

“Hello”, he dropped his hand.

“Come on in”, she stepped aside. His heart skipped a beat as he was now close to her, he was close enough to hold her, he could just bring her into a hug and assure her that what he said he didn’t mean and from this moment he will never hurt her like he did that night. But he knew that he indeed meant the words he said and that it is better for her to hate him because he leaves her than because he’s being pathetic.

“So…” she took a deep breath and turned to him after closing the door. “Where exactly were we?”

He shook his head and without any hesitation run his hand over her cheek. She looked down being unable to look him in the eye, but he lifted her chin. “Please”, he whispered, “look at me”. She did and involuntarily gave into his touch. His other hand was caressing the back of her head as her arms wrapped around him with her face in his chest. “I love you”.

“You’re being mean”.

“What?” he was confused.

“Don’t say you love me right before you’re leaving”.

His head fell back, and he let out a sigh, one of many that will be let out this night. “I’m sorry. But I mean it”.

“Stop”, she freed from his touch. “Stop it please. Don’t you understand how bad it is already? Why make it worse?” Her voice was full of regret.

She stepped farther into the house, and he followed.

She sat down holding her face as her elbows hit the table. He sat next to her, looking at her figure and trying to think of something to say.

“Okay”, she uttered quietly, sighed and put her hands on the table. She stared into nothing. His gaze was pinned to her face waiting for her to continue. “I was so foolish to think this day will never come”, she offered a weak smile. His gaze still focused on her. “I really want to scream at you, I really do, but I can’t, I don’t have it in me. I’m exhausted at this point”.

“Y/n”, he reached out for her hand. Her forced smile widened at the gesture.

“I won’t do that. Don’t worry”, she assured him. Not like he needed this, as a matter fact he wanted her to yell at him. He wanted her to throw something at him because that’s what he deserved. “I’ve been thinking about it all night last night. Couldn’t sleep”.

He caressed her knuckles. She fixed her eyes on his car outside. He fought the thought of pressing his lips to her palm. She was silent for what felt like forever, but he didn’t what to say anything, he wanted her to continue her thought, it was her turn to speak.

“At first, your words scared me, because it sounded like you’re betraying me. Then the anger came alongside the disappointment. Alex”, she stopped again and breathed out. “I don’t think you’re a traitor, really, I’m just, I don’t, ugh…” she sighed in frustration. “I can’t”. She once again took a deep breath. She was so tensed, it was obvious. She still could look at him. So, she proceeded while fixating on the tree that was stirred by the wind. “You know, I support your every step and any decision you make. And I wholeheartedly believe in you. I know you’re gonna find what you’re looking for. And it doesn’t matter whether you’ll do it with me by your side or not. But I cannot pretend like it doesn’t bother me”, she finally looked at him. “I love you. And I wish you the very best. But – fuck – how hard it is to even imagine letting all of this go, letting you go. You mean a lot”.

He smiled at her words, perfectly aware she hasn’t finished yet and she stopped only to find the courage to end this all, even though they both well knew it was over the moment he left two nights before.

“The years I spent with you Al, they were the best. I know how hard you worked for this opportunity. I’m not the one to take it away from you. You should go, I think. And I’m aware that you already made your choice and it’s not me letting you, it’s me encouraging you, letting you know that I’m with you on this one. Even if it means that my heart will be broken”.

“Y/n it doesn’t have to end this way”, he whispered as not to scare or annoy her. With her free hand she rubbed her eyes.

“Stop it Al. You know it does. I just think you leaving for the city and me staying here: it will change us both. And you must change because you start a new chapter. I won’t be… I don’t… I… Oh my god”, she laughed, he admired her. She rubbed her eyes again, looking for clearness. “Al. I just know it’s the right thing to do right now. And if it’s meant to be, we will be together. Eventually”.

He sighed yet again. He was looking for the right words to say after her little speech. He knew it was coming, but he was hoping the words could be avoided. She stood up and stopped right at the window.

“When are you leaving?” she was staring out the window, holding back the tears that she thought were long gone.

“Tomorrow morning”, he was taking in her silhouette.

“Okay”, she uttered as she breathed out.

“Y/n”, he left his seat and approached her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, and I’m sorry it all went like this”. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck.

“It doesn’t matter anymore Al”, she was cold again. Oh, how he wished she called him as she used to, how he wished she wouldn’t hate him. “I need some air”, she rushed to the front door getting her shoes with the right hand and a hoodie with the left one. He went after her. She quickly disappeared behind the door, the wind closing it. He was almost running just to keep up with her. It was getting dark, the grass was wet, yet here she walked barefoot. She walked somewhere clearly without any destination, just trying to run from all the stress.

“Y/n you’re gonna catch a cold”, he shouted. She didn’t stop but slowed down allowing him to catch up.

The moment his breathing was louder in her ears she turned to him with tears over her face, his heart dropped at the sight. “Love…” He stepped closer.

“Quit it”, she demanded in a quiet yet serious manner.

“I want you to punch me, kick me, whatever. I hate myself. Please just break my nose, I don’t care. Do it”, he was desperate to make her feel better, he couldn’t accept the fact he was the cause of her tears.

“Alex. I think you should just go”.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Really go”.

“I just want you to remember that I will do anything for you, don’t hesitate to ask for my help if you need it”, he tried to assure her that she forever will be the part of his life, aware of the fact that she thinks he will forget about her in a second.

Her face dropped, eyes full of disbelieve and anger. “Do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!” Again, her cold tone. He refused to accept that this coldness will be the last thing he will remember of her.

Still holding her shoes, she headed back inside. He just watched her, waited for her to enter the house. As she approached a porch, she stopped with her hand on the handle and glanced at him one last time. He forced a smile and waved unenthusiastically. Her now red eyes closed, she sighed and slipped through the door.

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Poisonmedani’s Masterlist

Harry Potter

Sirius Black:

First Date Fail

Sirius has been stood up by his date.

James Potter:

Casual

A friend of a friend, just an acquaintance, it doesn’t mean anything, right? Right?

Remus Lupin:

Me & You Together - latest

He's been in love with her for ages...

5 seconds of summer:

Calum Hood

Late confession

Celebration of love

"The first letter"

Luke Hemmings

Waste the night

Arctic Monkeys:

Alex Turner

“The beginning of the end”

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“Waste the night” | Luke Hemmings Imagine

The spring of 2018. Your friends broght you to someone’s party in order to keep you away from the stress you were having. Studying went hard on you. You were dancing the night away when someone put his hands on your hips. You stopped moving and tried to shrug them off but that guy didn’t want to give up that easy. You uttered loudly, “Get your hands off of me.” But he only chuckled. Unfortunatly your friends weren’t around. You have almost lost any hope when some tall blonde guy put his hand on the other guy’s shoulder, turned him and said, “Stop disrespecting my girlfriend.” He didn’t say a word but “sorry” and disappeared in the crowd. You still shaking looked at him and uttered “thank you”. He just smiled, “That’s okay. My pleasure to help you, beautiful, if anyone bother you again, I’ll be around the bar, just one call and I’m here to help.” You smiled as he said that, but couldn’t talk to him any longer because you saw your friends going to the door. “Oh my god! Exscuse me! I think there is something with my friend. Gotta go. Bye. Thank you again.” You gave him the last look. He stayed right there with his mouth slightly open.

***

Throughout the month you couldn’t stop thinking about your defender. His beautiful smile won’t leave your thoughts. And you didn’t even have a chance to ask his name. You went to a couple of parties secretly trying to find him. After 6th party you decided to give up on the idea to meet him again. It was December now. Your friends making plans on where to go the New Years Eve. You didn’t want to participate in discussion, so you just let them do that. You liked the guy for the first time in a long time, but you’ve lost him at the very same moment you’ve met. Christmas was just around the corner and you finally were in a festive mood. You and your friends exchanged gifts and you forgot about your little crush on some stranger, fair to say incredbly handsome one!

You made it to the party, your friends went dancing and drinking as you end up alone again. You were sipping on your drink when a girl started talking to you. “Hey, why are you standing here alone?” she asked politely. You sheepishly smiled and uttered, “I don’t, I don’t feel like partying tonight.” “Heey,” she said. “What do you mean? It’s New Years Eve! Okay! I got it! Come on. Have another drink and come dance with me!” You laughed lightly. “Yeah! That’s better! Come on now,” she pulled you to the bar. “I’m Crystal by the way.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you said as you were drinking something that Crystal ordered for you. “Now let’s go to the dancefloor.” You felt alcohol running through your body and your body starting to move to the beat. After a while you two decided to take a break and now were chatting next to the glass doors that led to the balcony.

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Luke were talking to Michael, they were making jokes, laughing when Michael checked on his girlfriend. “Who’s that girl Crystal talking to? Never saw her.” Where?” Luke wondered. His face changed from smiling to serious expression. Michael noticed, “What’s wrong? Do you know her?” “Do I know her? Mike, it’s Her.” “Wait!” Michael’s eyes widened and mouth opened. “Oh my god! Go talk to her! Finally! Finally you will stup up! Six! Six months! Yes! Go! Now!” “I can’t! What shall I say? She probably forgot about me,” Luke uttered sadly and took another sip. “Fuck that! Luke! I can’t belive it! You were daydreaming about her for months! You were checking every party in this fucking city to find her for six months! And now what? You’re giving up? I can’t believe it! I bet Her was the only reason you came here tonight!” Michael were yelling (so only Luke could hear). Luke exhaled. “I don’t kn...” “Go! You breadstick! Don’t be a wimp!” Michael nudged Luke. Luke stopped at the small stairs and took a moment to catch his breath, but he looked at you again and lost it. He was trying a reason to not going to you but every second he was debating it he wanted this even more.

You felt someone’s eyes on you. When you turned your head a bit, you immediatly met eyes with the boy you couldn’t stop thinking about fot the past 6 months. You felt a lump forming in your throat. You couldn’t help but smile and he return it. His goofy smile made you giggle. You wanted to run to him but your feet glued to the floor. He was slowly making his way to you, not a thought what to say to you. He was a metre apart when he stopped not know exacly how to act. But you made a step closer to him, putting hands on his shoulders you uttered sweetly, “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “Yeah! Six months,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You were counting! So nice!” you giggled. “Dance with me!” He placed his hands on your waist that was tiny for him. You were slowdancing for a while, even when the slow song ended. You didn’t want to let each other out of your hands. Your dizzy head dropped onto his chest and closed your eyes as you closed a gap between the two of you. Few moments later when you opened ypur eyes again you saw your friends waving at you and silently asking if you wanted to stay. You looked at his faced and uttered seriously, “Give a reason to stay.” You caught him on the spot, he couldn’t think of anything. “ Then I have to go, I’m sorry.” But he didn’t let go of you. “No. Please. Stay! Or at least tell me your name! Better do both!” You giggled and looked at your friends with the refusal to leave, “Y/N. And yours?” “Luke. Listen! I don’t want to make the same mistake this time! I won’t just watch you walk away again. I don’t want to waste the night!” You ruterned your hands to his shoulders and smiled softly. That smile made his heart melt. “I want to start New Year with you and the other and the other and so on!” You giggled at him and rising to your toes kissed him. His hand moved to your chin and he whispered, “I’ve been waiting too long to let you leave that easy!”

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