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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 4)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: After battling the symptoms of touch deprivation for weeks, Y/N sees Harry again in Chicago and he helps her deal with the worst of it.

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

Word Count: 4.9k

Y/N POV

“You haven’t had a nightmare in 4 days?” Rachel asks.

“Nope!” You reply happily, taking a sip of your iced caramel latte. You and Rachel both have a free afternoon and decided to meet at a local cafe. You feel so much better than you had for the last few weeks that you felt confident to order a different drink. No tea that reminds you of Sarah, no hot chocolate that makes you think of Harry.

“And you’re not using those coping mechanisms you mentioned?”

“Haven’t needed them in days.”

“And you’re still not going to tell me what they were?” You blush at this question, embarrassed by the truth.

“No, that secret may come with me to the grave,” you joke.

Rachel looks at you, slightly worried and says, “It was safe right? You weren’t like, drugging yourself to sleep were you?”

“Oh God no!” You reply with a laugh. “Nothing like that, I swear.” Though you think to yourself that Harry’s scent in its direct form would probably be so delicious that it would act like a drug to you.

“Okay, I trust you,” Rachel says. “So, have you heard from Harry?”

You sigh, slightly disappointed by the answer you have to give. “Not since the night of the concert. I’m sure he’s been busy.”

“Maybe you should text him first.”

“And maybe you are out of your mind. No way. And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm the girl or he’s the alpha or any of that sexist bullshit. It has everything to do with the fact that he’s Harry Styles.” You whisper the last part, aware that you’re in public and anyone around could hear the conversation.

“So what if he’s Harry Styles?”

“What would I even text him?”

“You could start with ‘Hi, how are you?’”

“Very funny. I mean, I guess I could. Maybe. I’ll give it a couple more days.”

“Waiting for him to leave the area?”

“Something like that,” you reply.

“Speaking of procrastinating things,” Rachel says teasingly, “have you called your doctor yet? To find out why that alpha knew you’re an omega even though you’re on suppressants and scent blockers?”

“Okay, that I did not procrastinate on. I called her but I can’t get an appointment until November.”

“Seriously?”

“Yea. I mean there aren’t a lot of doctors who specialize in omegas, so they’re always booked. Anyway, she said that my body has probably just developed a resistance to the pills. She’ll try to change my regimen after the appointment and told me to use the spray on neutralizers until then.”

“That sucks.”

“It does. I am so not looking forward to changing meds. It takes awhile to find the right combo and then there’ll be all new side effects. But it’ll be worth it.”

“I wish omegas didn’t have to hide who they are.”

“Me too. But that’s just how it is now.”

From there the conversation turns to lighter topics until you part ways to continue your day.

Another week passes and you still haven’t heard from Harry. On top of that the bad dreams come back, along with the restlessness, and chills. You’ve started using the old coping mechanisms again, which barely work this time around.

The morning after his final show in New York City, your social media is flooded with videos of him receiving his banner at Madison Square Garden. If there was any time to reach out to him, now was it. He said he wanted to be friends, right? A friend would absolutely congratulate him on this achievement.

It still takes you forever to type out the message, and ever longer to find the courage to press send. It’s nearly noon by the time you text Harry, “Congrats on the banner!”

It’s a simple sentence, just four words, and you still find a way to overthink everything for the two hours it takes Harry to reply. You’re taking a walk, grateful once again that you work on your own schedule and can take a break when you need one. And right now, you need one. Because you texted a celebrity and he still hasn’t answered and you for sure made a complete fool of yourself.

You stop dead in your tracks when your phone buzzes and Harry’s name appears on your screen.

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Can’t believe I got such an honor. How are you? What are you up to?

There’s a bench nearby and you sit to reread his message five times before replying.

To Harry Styles: You deserve it! I’m good, just out for a walk. How about you?

The next message comes in much faster.

From Harry Styles: I’ve been doing well. Took it easy this morning, currently enroute to Texas for the next shows.

You can’t help but feel disappointed that he’s no longer just a city away. You know it’s silly, but it was nice that he was so close by.

To Harry Styles: Enjoy Texas!

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Have you ever been?

To Harry Styles: Once, in college. Went to San Antonio with some friends.

From Harry Styles: That’s a great city, love the river walk there!

And so, you and Harry Styes became friends who text each other about random things. You talk throughout his flight to Texas, and sporadically over the next couple of weeks. It never gets very deep, all surface level conversations, but it’s nice. You feel like you’re getting to know the real him, and he’s getting to know who you are as well.

The texts from Harry are the high points. The low points are, unfortunately, very low. The hot chocolate, and roses, and forest smelling candles are no longer helping you. Bad dreams happen almost every night, you’re constantly cold, and there’s an itch under your skin that just won’t go away. The voice in the back of your brain is telling you it’s touch deprivation, but you refuse to admit that to yourself. You’ve never needed an alpha, and you refuse to depend on one now. So no, you do NOT have touch deprivation.

You’re checking your email, and you see that there are still spots open for a job training opportunity in Chicago. You rarely go to these, but it’s been a while, and you think maybe it would be good to go. There are always new types of data software, and you found the last two training courses you attended to be pretty informative.

Looking at the dates you notice the course is the following Thursday and Friday. In Chicago. You also notice that Harry will be doing shows there at the same time. You don’t admit that’s what seals the deal for you, but it totally is.

After registering and setting up your flight and hotel reservation you send a text to Harry. You casually mention that you’ll be in Chicago the following weekend. You’re surprised when your phone starts to ring, and Harry’s name is on the screen.

You answer the phone and he’s first to speak, saying, “You’re gonna be in Chicago?”

“I am!” you reply, matching his excitement.

“Can you come to my shows?”

“Which days are they again?” You ask this to try and seem like less of a stalker.

“I’ve got one Thursday, Friday and Saturday. You’re welcome to come to as many of those as you want,” he answers.

“I think Thursday is an all-day thing, so I won’t be able to come to that one. The training ends with dinner on Friday evening so I think I could make it just in time for the concert.”

“Ok great, and Saturday?”

“I am free all-day Saturday. My flight back home is Sunday afternoon.”

“Wonderful. I’ll have tickets for you for those two shows. That is, if you want to come of course.”

“Harry, I absolutely want to come.”

“Then the tickets are yours. All the details will come from Jada. I’d be a mess without that girl.”

“You paying her well?” you ask jokingly.

“She’s compensated handsomely, I promise,” he replies with a laugh.

“Happy to hear it.”

“I uhm- it sounds like you won’t be able to come before the show Friday, correct?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll probably get there right before you go on.”

“Forgive me if this sounds forward, but would you want to hang out after? It would have to be at the hotel, I can’t really be out in the city after a concert.”

“Totally understand that. And yea, I’d love to hang out after.”

“Great! I’m staying at the Nobu Hotel.”

You quickly look it up and see that your hotel is close by.

“No way!” you reply. “I’m at the Crowne Plaza like, two blocks away.”

“Well, that’s convenient. I’ll make sure there’s a car to take you to Nobu after the show Friday if that works for you?”

“Yea that would be great. I’d love to hang out!” You cringe, hoping that didn’t come off too strong.

“I’d love to hang out as well. Listen I have to go to sound check for tonight’s show. I’ll text you soon. And look out for the email from Jada, it’ll have all the info you need.”

***

Harry POV

“You’re extra happy today,” Elin says as Harry bounces around the venue smiling so big that both dimples are showing.

“I am!” He replies. “Thanks for noticing!”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Sarah asks. “Because it’s definitely not how this sound check is going.” She has a point there. No less than a dozen things have gone wrong since they started, leading them to take a break while the sound techs work out a few problems.

“Just talked to a friend who will be in town next week.”

“Oh I see,” Mitch says. “So Y/N will be here?”

“Yes, and she’ll be coming to the shows Friday and Saturday. I can’t wait to see her!”

“Aw, someone’s got a crush,” Pauli says.

Harry ignores the teasing from his band members and says, “Honestly I’ve been a bit worried about her. I’ve just had this feeling that keeps getting worse.”

“Why do you think it has to do with Y/N?” NyOh asks.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure. But we’ve talked on the phone a couple times, and she always sounds exhausted.”

“I’m sure she’s alright,” Sarah says reassuringly.

“I know, I just can’t help it.”

“I completely get that,” Sarah replies softly, looking towards her mate.

“Fixed it!” One of the sound techs calls out, effectively cutting off the conversation as Harry and the band get back to work.

***

Y/N POV

The next week passes in what feels like slow motion. Every hour drags on. Your apartment building hasn’t switched from air conditioning to heat yet, so you’re constantly wearing layers of warm clothes and burrowing under blankets. The itch under your skin only gets worse, spreading to new areas each day until there’s a maddening tingle throughout your whole body.

Amelia drops you off at the airport Wednesday afternoon. You know she can tell that something is wrong, but you don’t offer an explanation, so she doesn’t pry for details.

You put on your mask before walking into the terminal. It’s a habit leftover from the pandemic, and also a great way to block out the potential strange scents. Alphas and omegas might be rare, but there’s always a chance a few will be around in such a crowded place. You’re extra sensitive to smells at the moment due to the touch deprivation that you’ve finally admitted you have. But it’s mild. Totally manageable. Not a problem.

The plane ride and subsequent train trip and walk to the hotel is exhausting. You stop and grab some food on the way. After checking in you immediately eat your quick meal, take a hot shower, and crawl into bed.

You’re almost asleep when your phone digs with an incoming text. You’ve already texted your family and friends letting them know you’re at the hotel, so you’re annoyed that someone is interrupting your sleep.

That is, until you see who the message is from. Harry’s name pops up with a text asking if you made it safely to Chicago. You practically melt at how sweet it is that he’s checking in on you. You send a quick reply before immediately falling asleep.

The first day of the training session is typical- informative, but boring. Harry’s show is still going when you get back to the hotel, so you watch on a livestream. You’re still exhausted and fall asleep before it’s over.

Waking up the next morning is difficult. Your body feels heavy, like your bones are filled with lead. The chills seem worse than ever and you’re grateful you packed yourself a heavy sweater to wear that day. Not only is it warm, but it covers up the marks from where you’ve been scratching at the skin on your arms due to the incessant itching.

You have trouble concentrating on the training throughout the day. There was one alpha there, and he was somehow in every single session you attended. He didn’t have a bad scent per se, but his presence alone became overwhelming.

By the time the sessions are over, you feel exhausted. You debate skipping dinner altogether but know you at least need some food before you can start your walk to the United Center. The alpha, whose name you’ve learned is Andy, sits next to you at dinner. He seems nice enough, you don’t feel threatened by him, but you still want to finish dinner and get away from him as quickly as possible.

Once dessert is over you grab your bag, ready to escape. Andy stops you before you go, asking for your number. Without thinking you quickly say, “I have a boyfriend,” and hastily leave the restaurant.

You’re not far from the venue, only a few blocks away, and you’re so out of it that you barely notice where your legs are taking you. It only takes fifteen minutes to get there, but you’re on edge the whole time. Glancing at your watch you see that it’s just before 8PM, meaning Harry should still be backstage.

You’re tired, and dizzy, and a little fuzzy, but knowing you’re so close to seeing Harry again has you moving faster than you thought possible. You’ve even built up a slight sweat, and you feel warm for the first time in weeks causing you to roll up the sleeves of your sweater.

As you approach the building you hear your name being called. You turn to see Jada running up to you.

“I didn’t think you’d be here so early! Glad I was talking to one of the security guards, you walked right past the entrance,” she says.

You smile as she hands you your VIP badge and leads you inside.

“Harry has a few minutes before he needs to finish getting ready. He’ll be glad you made it before he goes on, I know he’s been dying to see you,” Jada says, causing you to blush.

“Well, I can’t wait to see him either,” you reply.

She knocks on a door which opens a second later. The first person you see is Mitch, who gives you a hug as he says, “Hey kid, good to see you again.”

“You too!” you answer, somewhat surprised by the warm greeting.

Sarah’s there too, pulling you in to a hug next. The moment her arms wrap around your shoulders, you’re overcome with a wave of dizziness. Black spots flash in your vision and you blink rapidly to try and clear them.

“You okay, love?” she asks as she lets go and takes a step back.

After a couple deep breaths you answer, “I’m good. Practically ran here from dinner, still catching my breath I guess.”

Harry, who’s been quietly watching you quickly walks to the fridge and grabs a water bottle. You reach out your hand so he can pass it to you, and see his eyes focus on your arm. There’s no way he missed the angry red scratch marks there, but you immediately pull your sleeves back down to hide them anyway.

“Can we have a moment?” Harry asks, causing Mitch, Sarah, and Jada to promptly exit and close the door behind them. He motions to the couch, and you’re reminded of the last time the two of you were in his dressing room together.

Like the last time, you sit next to each other, but he seems to be giving you more space. This confuses you. If he’s so excited to see you, why didn’t he greet you with a hug like everyone else? And why is he so far away now? And why does he seem so serious instead of happy?

“Y/N, I have a question, and it’s kind of personal, but I’d like you to answer honestly,” he starts.

“Okay,” you reply, taken aback by this turn of events.

He’s quiet for a moment, seeming to think of exactly what he wants to ask. Finally, he settles on, “Where did those scratches come from?”

“My arms were itchy,” you reply. Not a lie, though probably not the full truth he’s looking for.

“And the dizziness? Cause I don’t think it was from your walk. You seemed fine until Sarah touched you. Until an alpha touched you.”

You know what he’s getting at. He’s no dummy. Just minutes after seeing you he’s figured out what you’ve been hiding for weeks. Hiding from everyone, including yourself.

He watches you, and you know he’s waiting for an answer. But you can’t think of one to give him. So, he continues, “Y/N, I think you have touch deprivation. Is that fair to say?”

You let out a shuddery breath and nod. “Yea, that’s fair to say.”

“It seems pretty severe.”

You finally decide to open up, saying, “It’s been getting worse the past couple weeks. I don’t think my meds are working anymore, and the soonest doctors appointment I could get still isn’t for a couple weeks.”

“I’m worried you’re close to a drop. Like, any minute now. Or that you’ll go under if I touch you. You realize that you were close with Sarah, right? That if you’d stayed in contact with her, or if she’d released any pheromones you’d be in a full drop right now?”

Part of you wants to snark back, yell at him for going full alpha male and acting like he knows your body better than you. But the problem is, he’s right. It’s been so long since the last time you dropped that you forgot what it’s like. You forgot what the signs are.

But now that he’s pointed out the obvious, you really start to feel it. He sees as you deflate, starting to fold in on yourself. His hand reaches out, wanting to comfort you in some way, but he can’t. He can’t risk sending you into a drop, not when he has a show to do in just twenty minutes.

“You’re right,” you finally say. “I didn’t realize it. I thought I was handling it, that I could make it to my doctor’s visit and get new soothers and I’d be okay. I just don’t know what to do if I don’t have meds that work.”

“I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You finally meet his eyes and see that he’s completely serious.

After a moment you nod and reply, “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll let me help?”

“Yes. I don’t know what else to do. And uhm, I trust you. You’re a good person, Harry. A good alpha.”

He smiles at your words before glancing at the clock and saying, “I have to finish getting ready in a minute. I’d still like to hang out after the concert. I think it might be healthy for you to do a drop with me there, if you’re comfortable with that?”

“I mean, I don’t like dropping. It’s only happened to me twice before and I was alone each time, so they weren’t good experiences. But maybe it will be different if you’re there?”

“I can help you through it, if you’ll let me.”

“What would you do to help? Like, how do alphas help omegas through that?”

“It depends on what you consent to but ah, I would hold you, help you get the touch your omega needs. Most alphas will scent the omega. It lets them know that they’re not alone, that someone is there protecting them, keeping them safe while they can’t do so themselves. I’d also release calming pheromones to keep your omega relaxed.”

“Okay. I’m okay with all of that. I’d like that,” you answer. Truthfully you’re a bit nervous. Harry Styles has just offered to hold you, to scent you for goodness sakes. That’s incredibly intimate. But you’ve felt so awful for weeks, and there are still weeks to go before you can get new soothers. And this is kind of a dream come true.

“Do you want to stay here for the concert? You can hang in here or go to the VIP box. Or you can head to the hotel now and take it easy if you’d like,” he says.

“I’ll stay in here if that’s alright,” you reply.

“It’s more than alright,” he answers. “And if at any point you want to get out of here just text Jada. She can arrange a ride back to my hotel and I’ll meet you there after the show. Or if you change your mind she can get you a ride back to your hotel too.”

“Thank you, Harry. For everything.”

“Of course. I know I don’t know you all that well, but I care about you. Anyway, I uhm, need to get dressed so I’m just gonna step into the bathroom for a moment.”

“I can go in the hall for a minute, get out of your way-”

“Nonsense. You’re not in the way. I’ll be right back.”

Harry finishes getting ready, and you make yourself comfortable on the couch. A couple of people come in, touching up his hair and make-up and before you know it he’s heading to the stage.

You watch on the screen in the room for the first few songs. After a while Jada joins you and you ask if you can watch from the VIP section for a bit. It goes well until Harry and the band take a break. You’d been so focused on the music that you were distracted from everything else around you.

But now all you can hear are all the other people, and it’s overwhelming. It becomes difficult to breathe, and you start to see dark spots once again.

You turn to Jada, and she immediately leads you back to the dressing room.

“Do you want to wait for Harry, or do you want to leave now?” she asks.

“I think I should go,” you reply.

“To your hotel, or his?”

“Harry’s, please.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll get the car and come back for you in a minute.”

You sit back on the couch, seeking out Harry’s scent to calm you, but it’s barely noticeable.

Jada comes back and you follow her to the car. It’s a quiet ride to the hotel, and once there, she goes with you to the suite.

His room is on the top floor. It’s big, basically a full apartment, and you stay in what seems to be the living room. Jada sits on the couch with you, and you say, “I feel like you have more important things to do than babysit me.”

She laughs and says, “It’s not babysitting. I like hanging out with you. And you’re a priority to Harry. Which makes you a priority to me.”

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence for a while until Jada’s phone buzzes. “Shows over,” she says. “Harry’s just getting changed and then he’ll be here soon. He said you can borrow some of his clothes if you want to get comfy.”

You hesitate and she adds, “I have no problem going through his stuff. I can grab you some clothes if you want.” You laugh at that and nod.

A short while later you’ve changed into a pair of Harry’s sweatpants, as well as a t-shirt and hoodie. They smell like him, and you shamelessly inhale the scent you’ve been craving for weeks. The suite door opens, and Harry walks in, looking incredibly cozy in his own pair of sweats.

“Thank you, Jada,” he says. “Get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Night guys,” she says as she leaves the room.

You’re left alone with Harry. It feels different, here in his hotel room, surrounded by his belongings, while you’re wearing his clothes.

“You left early,” he says.

“Sorry,” you reply.

“Don’t be. I’m just worried as to why you left.”

“I was just overwhelmed. Needed some quiet.”

“I understand. Y/N, are you ready for this? You still seem on the edge of a drop.”

“I’m ready.”

“And have you changed your mind about anything? Or is it okay if I hold and scent you through this?”

You pause for a moment, scared at how vulnerable you’re about to be. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want you to do that. I trust you.”

He takes a step towards you. “Thank you, for trusting me. We’ll probably be more comfortable in the bed.”

“Lead the way,” you say.

It’s awkward at first, the two of you sitting next to each other in his bed, backs resting against the headboard.

He turns to you and says, “Can I hold you now?”

You nod, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you until you’re tucked under his chin and resting against his chest.

Everything starts to get fuzzy, and you feel yourself losing consciousness. It’s an unsettling feeling, but you know that Harry is there to help you through this.

The last thing you hear before it all goes black is Harry calmly saying, “I’ve got you. Let go. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Harry can’t describe the helplessness he feels as you go limp in his arms. He doesn’t allow himself to stress, or panic, knowing that his emotions will impact you. Instead, he takes some calming breaths and thinks through everything he knows he needs to do in this situation.

He hears you whimper quietly as you start to shiver, and he doesn’t hesitate to soothe you. It takes some maneuvering, but soon you’re both laying down in the bed. He tucks his nose into your neck and begins to scent you, releasing calming pheromones until you relax.

It continues this way for the next couple of hours. Harry holds you, and scents you, his nose rubbing against the gland in your neck. During one moment when you seem particularly distressed he can’t help but place kisses there to soothe you faster.

Finally, you start to stir. It takes longer than Harry had anticipated, so he’s relieved when your eyes meet his after hours of being closed.

“Hey there,” he says with a soft smile.

“Hi,” you answer groggily. “How long?”

“Couple hours. Your inner omega needed the rest. Now you need some too. Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”

It’s the same words he said before you dropped. You wish you could hear that all the time. No one has cared for you before, not like this. It feels good, but you remind yourself not to get used to it. Still, you curl into his embrace, enjoying every moment of contact with Harry that you can get.

The next thing you know, it’s late morning. You’re still cuddling against Harry, and his deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping.

You feel amazing. You’re nice and warm, your mind is clear, and the constant itch and restlessness are nonexistent. You’re extremely grateful, but at the same time, you’re annoyed that you need to depend on another person just to feel normal. But you don’t dwell on that. Because Harry is starting to stir next to you.

“Hey,” he says when your eyes meet his. “How do you feel? Sleep okay?” God, you could melt at the gravelly sound of his morning voice.

“I’m good. Feel better than I have in a long time. And according to that clock, I slept wonderfully.” The two of you laugh, seeing that it’s nearly noon.

“I was hoping to treat you to a nice breakfast, but I guess I missed the window on that,” Harry says, continuing to laugh with you. “I do still have plenty of time before I need to be at the arena. Would you like to spend the afternoon with me exploring Chicago?”

“I’d love to,” you reply. His face breaks out in a huge smile before he leans down, once again running his nose along your scent gland. You go limp at the feeling, happily submitting to him.

You don’t think about the fact that this is temporary. That you leave to fly home tomorrow afternoon. That you’ll be without his alpha scent once again.

Instead, you think about the hours you have ahead of you, hours to spend with Harry. Nothing could be more perfect.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! This was one of the scenes I imagined when I first thought of the story and I'm so happy that it's finally shared with you all!

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What Can I Do (So You Feel It Too)?

Word Count: 2318

Warnings: None

A/N: Well, this accidentally got a little long. If people want a part two, that could definitely happen! Let me know if you like this one! Also, I don't only write for Leah so feel free to send requests for other woso players.

You don't even get it, no, you don't understand

I want you, but I know I'm only one of your friends

“Come on, Y/N! We’re gonna be late to dinner and Viv’s gonna kill us!” Leah shouts from the other room. You poke your head out of your bedroom, smirking.

“Chill out, dude. We’ll be twenty minutes late tops. It’d be weird if we were exactly on time, anyway.”

“Chill out, dude” The Brit teases, making fun of your American-ness as she always does.

Fifteen minutes later you’re ready to go–thirty minutes after you were supposed to be at Viv and Beth’s. Leah hems and haws the whole drive over about how if Viv got mad at the both of you she would make clear that it was absolutely your fault and if you had just worn the first shirt this all could have been avoided. You don’t hear most of it, if you’re being honest. Most of your attention is focused on your phone and the person texting you. When she pulls into Viv and Beth’s driveway, Leah glances over at you, realizing that your attention has been taken from her. “I thought I was the only one who could make you smile like that. What’s going on over there Y/L/N?”

“I’ve been talking to someone,” you answer, “He’s really sweet, I think you’d like him. We’re going on a date next week.”

Leah’s smile fades, just a little, when you say that. You don’t notice, of course, you never have. You don’t notice any of the little signs–the way she looks at you (like you hung the moon), the way she says your name (like your name is a prayer), or the way she smiles when you enter a room (like all the light was gone until you walked in). It’s been like this for years, ever since that one night (that one dress). Leah’s used to it by now, she knows you only see her as a friend, but it still hurts. When you talk about the people you’re dating she can’t help but wish it was her.

6 Months Later

You know you're too good for him but if it were me

I'd give you everything

Everything is crashing down around you. Or that’s how it feels anyway. You leave your (his?) apartment, trying to process what’s just happened. Somehow you end up at Leah’s, standing in front of the door trying to decide whether or not you should knock. What if she has company? What if she isn’t home? You decide you’re being silly–she’s your best friend. She’ll understand, and if not you can just leave.

When Leah opens the door she can immediately tell something is wrong. Your cheeks are stained with tears, your nose is running, your hair is unbrushed, and you are inexplicably wearing two different shoes. She, on the other hand, is all dressed up. Suddenly you feel like an idiot.

“Y/N? What’s going on? ” She looks at you with concern, waiting for you to explain.

“I-he-we, we had a fight. A bad one. I didn’t know where to go. I forgot you had that event tonight. I’m so sorry, I should just lea-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, Leah interrupts you by pulling you into her arms, enveloping you in a hug.

The tears start again as soon as she wraps her arms around you. She holds you until you’ve stopped shaking, and once you’re done she leans back, placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Never, ever, apologize for coming to me when you’re upset. I’m your best friend. That's what I’m here for. Now come in, please.”

“Thank you, Leah. Really.” You sniffle, following her to the couch. You sit and she crouches in front of you.

“Don’t thank me. I already told you, that’s why I’m here. Let me just change out of these clothes, I’ll be right back.” She leaves you sitting on the couch.

You take the moment alone to check your phone. He’s texted you three times (You can’t just leave when we’re in the middle of a fight. This is so immature Y/N, I can’t believe you. Please just come back.) and left you one voicemail (“This isn’t how adults react when shit happens Y/N. I don’t know where you are, but if you don’t come back by tomorrow night I’ll change the locks. You can’t do this.”). Just as you finish listening to the voicemail, Leah returns. She sits on the couch facing you, taking your hands in hers.

“Tell me everything.”

You breathe deeply, willing yourself not to cry again.

“We were cooking dinner. I made some comment about winning the Champions League this season and he laughed. Like, out loud, laughed at me. He said he’d be impressed if we made it past Bayern.” You glance up. Leah is looking at you intently, her expression shifting from concern to anger as you continue to speak. “That just set something off in me I guess, I don’t know. We got into a screaming match and I just had to get out of there. It’s like-he just doesn’t believe in me. He doesn’t support me. He left me a voicemail saying he’s gonna change the locks to our place if I’m not back by tomorrow night. I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do Leah, please.”

You finish your story and Leah doesn’t speak. Instead, she gets up, pacing to the kitchen sink and getting two glasses of water. When she returns, she passes you a glass of water and finally breaks her silence.

“Look, Y/N. I think you know he’s not good enough for you. I don’t think I need to tell you that, so I won’t.” She pulls you into her side, your head coming to rest on her shoulder. “I can’t tell you what to do, you have to make your own decision. I will say that you deserve somebody who makes you feel your absolute best–not someone who laughs at your dreams. You should be with someone who is kind and loving. You’re my best friend and seeing you hurt like this is so hard. I’ll be here for you no matter what, just think about it.”

You turn your head to look up at her, tears sliding down your cheeks once again. She places her hand on your cheek, wiping each tear away gently. Neither of you say anything for the next five minutes or so, Leah’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, protecting you. You’re not sure what you would do without her. Every time someone breaks your heart, she’s there to pick up the pieces. When you had that injury last year she stayed at your apartment to take care of you. She’s your favorite person in the entire world. Leah shifts next to you, breaking you out of your daze. She is starting to doze off, and you suddenly realize how late it is.

“I’ll go, I’m sorry to keep you up so late.” You stand to leave, but are stopped by Leah’s hand encircling your wrist.

“You don’t have to go. Not back to him. Not if you don’t want to. Stay here tonight, deal with him in the morning. You can stay in my room with me.”

You smile softly, pulling her off the couch. She leads the way to her room, passing you one of her old t-shirts to sleep in. You pull it on, breathing in the way it smells, like laundry detergent and Leah. You clamber into bed next to her, lying on your side so you’re facing one another. Leah searches your face for any sign of how you’re feeling. The two of you have done this (sleeping in the same bed) countless times. Drunk nights out, drunk nights in, when one of you just didn’t want to be alone. This time felt different, somehow. She couldn’t place it, but this was different.

“So I guess I’m breaking up with my boyfriend tomorrow.” You murmur.

(About) Two Weeks Later

'Cause I swear that you feel it, but then I second guess

I don't know if you see us how I do in my head

You’ve basically moved into Leah’s apartment. After the break up, you realized you had nowhere to go, so now every night is a sleepover. You’ve fallen into something of a domestic routine. You cook and Leah washes the dishes. Leah drives to training and you pick the music. You fall asleep next to each other but always wake up spooning (the big spoon changes, although Leah won’t admit it). Nothing has changed but so has everything. You’re still best friends but Leah swears to herself that there’s something more there. The way you watch her when you think she’s not looking (like you’re afraid you’ll forget the way she moves), the way you listen to her (like her word is the gospel), or the way you hold her (like you never want to let go). Maybe none of this is new. Maybe it’s been there all along. But then you do things like call her your best friend and tell her she needs to go on a date, that it’s been “too long” and she wonders if she’s wrong. It terrifies her that she might be wrong, but even more that she might be right.

'Cause I just wanna say it but I'm scared if I do

You weren't looking at me the way I look at you

“Leah, be a doll and grab my dress for the wedding? It should be hanging in the closet.” You shout from the bathroom, as Leah lounges on the bed waiting for you to finish getting ready.

She carries your dress into the bathroom, stopping in her tracks when she sees you. It’s not that she’s never seen you in just your underwear before–you’re teammates for goodness’ sake–but this feels different somehow. You turn around, a smile playing at your lips.

“What are you looking at me like that for? Come on, we've gotta get going. Zip me up?” You wriggle into your dress, sweeping your hair to the side.

After the wedding, Leah can’t help but think you look more beautiful now then she’s ever seen you (except maybe that one night with that one dress). You chat with the other guests, smiling effortlessly and making everyone around you laugh. She catches your eye and you excuse yourself, making your way back to your table.

“Having fun yet, Williamson?” You ask, dropping into the seat next to her. She smirks, but doesn’t respond, drinking in the moment.

“I still think you need to go on a date. There’s so many single women here it’s basically a dating convention. Let me pick someone out for yo–her!” You point to a woman standing at the bar, “She’s pretty. Go buy her a drink.”

“It’s an open bar, you idiot. And I’m not ready yet. I told you.” She snaps, her smile gone.

You hold up your hands in apology, deciding to let it go (for now). The two of you sit in silence, watching the antics of all the other guests. You can’t understand why she doesn’t want to date. She’s been single for almost a year and it’s not like she hasn’t had opportunities. You know for a fact that she gets asked out almost everywhere she goes. You make a mental note to talk to her about it later–maybe she just needs a pep talk.

As the night goes on you drink more and talk less, dancing with your friends and trying to get Leah to join you. As the designated driver of the evening, she stopped drinking after the champagne toast, and dancing with drunk people isn’t quite as fun when she’s sober (plus she’s not sure she can trust herself not to grab your waist and move behind you). You eventually give up, pulling one of Ruesha’s cousins in to dance with you. This is enough for Leah, seeing her move behind you the way she wishes she could. Leah stands and stalks over to you, stopping just short of the dance floor.

“Time to go Y/N.” She says, her eyes cold.

You pout but follow her to the car. The ride home is also silent–you are fighting to keep your eyes open and Leah isn’t in the mood to talk.

Once home, Leah heads inside without a word to you. Mostly sobered up from the drive, you follow her inside confused. She flops onto the bed, her hands over her eyes. You sit gingerly next to her, placing a hand on her arm.

“What’s up Leah? You’ve been acting weird all night. Did I do something?” “No. Yes. I don’t know…” She groans, uncovering her face and sitting up. “It’s just…why do you want me to start dating so badly?”

“I-I just want you to be happy, Leah. I don’t want you to feel like I’m getting in the way of your life. I know I’ve been staying here for a long time.”

“Really? That’s it?” She arches an eyebrow at you, challenging you to say something else. You don’t, just look at your hands.

“Look, Y/N,” She sighs, “I don’t need you to set me up. I can handle my own dating life. Please understand that.” “But I don’t understand Leah, that’s the problem. We’ve always set each other up. Is it because of your last relationship? Are you scared of getting hurt again? Because if that’s it–” “No, that’s not it.” Leah cuts you off. “ It’s different now. Do you really not know? Have I read this so wrong that you don’t see what’s happening?”

You just look at her confused. She sighs, mustering up the courage. “I love you Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

#woso imagine #leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #leah williamson imagine #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc #leah williamson

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hughesmedicine · 1 year

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special day | J. Hughes

!platonic jack hughes x reader

jackhughes

liked by yourusername, lhughes_06, trevorzegras and others

jackhughes: happy birthday to this nerd, thanks for being in my life the past 21 years, I love you so much! Enjoy being 22 till I get there ( I’m still mad that we weren’t born on the same day)

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yourusername: ROWDEN OMG THANK YOU I love you so much and thanks for the most annoying 22 years of my life!

| jackhughes: anytime, expect many more for years!

| yourusername: I can see us being 82 and sitting on the front porch throwing apples at my husband

| _quinnhughes: HELLO WHY AM I GETTING HIT WITH APPLES??

| jackhughes: stop reminding me that you guys are dating, makes me want to throw up.

_alextorcotte: I thought we would have got a normal caption this year

| jackhughes: what do you mean??? this is a completely normal caption.

| _alextorcotte: yeah okay

| yourusername: you wouldn’t get it if you don’t have a best friend

| jackhughes: ^

| _alextorcotte: him and I literally don’t do this??

| yourusername: it’s better when it’s a girl tbh

| _alextorcotte: noted

colecaufield: oh how I love when y/ns birthday comes around

| yourusername: you’re still coming right??

| colecaufield: wouldn’t miss it!

| yourusername: good you better be here at 8 am sharp

| colecaufield: plane doesn’t land till 9 am

| yourusername: obviously jump out and parachute the rest of the way, you have to think smarter cole!

| colecaufield: yeah okay I’ll do that

lhughes_06: happy birthday y/n/n, thanks for tormenting jack all these years for me!

| yourusername: anytime moosey, it’s the least I can do for the non annoying hughes🫶🏻

| jackhughes: okay really?

| _quinnhughes: not even gonna take offense to it even if she is wrong

| yourusername: I’m never wrong

| lhughes_06: don’t lie to yourself, sent with love🫶🏻

| yourusername: okay rude.

| lhughes_06: I SAID SENT WITH LOVE!

trevorzegras: happy birthday y/n/n, thanks for being the trio to our duo!

| yourusername: you have it all switched around but thanks z ily!🧡 ( go ducks!)

| trevorzegras: @/jackhughes I told you she’ll root for me more

| jackhughes: Y/N TELL HIM THE TRUTH

| trevorzegras: what truth???

| yourusername: number 1 devils fans right here buddy

| trevorzegras: way to rip my heart out and stomp on it.

| yourusername: im sorry (not sorry)

| trevorzegras: k blocked.

_quinnhughes: happy birthday baby ily and I can’t wait to see you tonight! Enjoy this special day💙

| yourusername: thank you my love, I love you so much more!

| jackhughes: get this disgusting shit out of my comment section ( I secretly love this relationship and I’m totally not being forced to type this out)

| _quinnhughes: she’s forcing you to type that last bit isn’t she?

| jackhughes: yeah she is and she has a hockey stick.

| lhughes_06: hope she wacks you, it’s one hundred percent deserved

elblue6: happy birthday sweetie, enjoy this big day!! Thank you for being the daughter I’ve always wanted❤️ and for keeping jack in check

| yourusername: im crying omg I love you so much and I couldn’t have asked for a better second mom!😭❤️ also your welcome, it’s what I do best!

njdevils: happy birthday to our amazing photographer and manager!❤️

| yourusername: thank you favorite admin!💙

| jackhughes: not you logging in to wish yourself a happy birthday💀

| yourusername: you’re just jealous you can’t do this

nicohischier: happy birthday bestie! Shots tonight?

| yourusername: shots tonight!

| jackhughes: stop stealing my friend @/nicohischier

| nicohischier: never❤️

canucks: happy birthday y/n!💙

| yourusername: thank you wonderful admins!💙

_eliaspettersson: happy birthday y/n, have the best day ever! I’ll celebrate with you once you come visit! | yourusername: be there next week, can’t wait to take shots with you!

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #!platonic jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #ellen hughes #alex torcotte #nico hischier #nj devils #vancover canucks

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changingplumbob · 14 days

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Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 6

🎵🎶We're going to the chapel and we're, gonna get married 🎵🎶

Formal photos in the next part, this was all about the ceremony.

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Buenas tardes : Good afternoon Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Lo siento: Sorry Mi familia: My family Padre: Father Te amo: I love you

Wednesday starts off grey and rainy. Marta is determined to have her barista shift before the wedding, but Keira already has Wednesdays off work. After checking what she can harvest she decides to spend some time at the rec centre working on her handiness. She needs to level up in logic and handiness for her next promotion and some mean watcher has made skill gain harder since her last rotation. When more sims arrive she gets tense and leaves, can’t be too early to her own wedding.

Keira: It’s sunny! Oh thank the watcher

Joey: You alright

Keira: It was pouring in San Sequoia, I was certain we wouldn’t be able to get any photos after the ceremony

Joey: *laughs* different places, different weather. Or maybe the watcher just cheated it (I didn't Joey what are you implying?) Okay, you ready to sign your life away

Keira: *laughs* You would say it like that. Come on, I still need to get in my dress

The wedding gets underway with Harvey escorting Keira up the aisle.

Harvey: *sniffles*

Keira: Dad... are you crying

Harvey: You used to practice your bride walk around the house when you were a kid, now look at you

Keira: *laughs* I remember

Harvey: I'm so happy for you Keira

Keira: Look dad, everyone got here without problems. That’s got to be a good sign

Harvey: Yes, let’s hope it lasts. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams

Keira: If my bride shows up then that is what I’ll have

Harvey: I’ll leave you here then. Very good luck my darling. I’ll go collect your bride. Remember, no peeking

Keira: *laughs* she has made me promise not to look early

Harvey: See you soon

And so Harvey heads back down the aisle to where Marta has entered the church. She has no sims to give her away so the couple decided it would be nice for Harvey to escort both brides.

Harvey: Are you ready Marta

Marta: *sniffles* I’m so ready to be married to your daughter *smiles*

Harvey: Hey now, we better get you up there before you wash away

They wait until the music cue then Harvey and Marta begin the journey up the aisle.

Slowly they walk down the aisle and Keira can feel her nerves increase. She wants to turn before Marta is there but knows today is about promises. She needs to let Marta know she’ll respect her wishes. So Keira waits with baited breath as she hears people in the church murmur, clearly impressed with something.

Marta: Oh Harvey, you talk of me washing away. You might wash with me

Harvey: *sniffles* I’m fine. I’m just so... so... happy

Marta: Me to

They approach the altar and Harvey releases Marta, returning to his seat sniffling away. Marta tiptoes and taps Keira on the shoulder.

Marta: Carino, I’m here, you can turn now

Keira turns and is mesmerised. She knows Marta is a beautiful woman but the person in front of her takes her breath away. Marta looks angelic with her hair cascading over her shoulder and seems to be radiating love.

Marta: *whispers* Buenas tardes carino

Keira: Hola sweetheart. Watcher you look… gorgeous *sniffles*

Marta: *giggles* That was the effect I was going for. You are beautiful, I knew you’d look even better than I imagined

Keira: *sniffles* Want to get married

Marta: With my whole heart

The officiant steps up and the group sing a few hymns before the vows get underway. Keira is up first.

Keira: Sweetheart, I can still remember the first time I saw you. I was supposed to be studying for some test or other and into the music room below walked one of the prettiest women I have ever seen. You seemed nervous, as we now know that was because you were breaking in

At this line the crowd lets out a quiet chuckle and Marta sniffles.

Keira: When you sang it was like you became larger than life. I couldn’t hear all the way up there but I wanted to. You became my favourite show, and meeting you was better than any season premiere. I have always dreamed of finding my soulmate, my partner in life, and sweetheart *sniffles* in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have imagined someone as real... and perfect for me... as you

Marta lets out a small sob and Keira leans forwards to wipe the tear away.

Keira: Te amo. I understand now why Anakin turned the galaxy upside down for Padme and why Mal couldn’t stop himself standing up for Inara. Your love helps me be the best version of myself. One that takes risks, one that doesn’t run from challenges, and one that is absolutely completely in love with you

Marta: *sniffles* carino

Keira: Life with you has become my favourite saga, one that I hope will carry on for years to come. Your courage inspires me *sniffles* and your heart is where I feel safe. I am so excited to find out what life has in store for us. I’m not afraid of it because I know, come what may, I need only look to my side and you’ll be there

Marta: *sniffles* Lo siento, I just need a handkerchief

The crowd lets out a collective giggle and sniffle as Keira helps Marta dab away some of the pools under her eyes.

Marta: My turn. Carino *clears throat* I was returning to life when I met you. Somehow you made all the mantras I repeated to myself real. Suddenly I did feel worthy... and strong... and that *sniffles* I am enough. For so long I only saw what was wrong with me but getting to know you, seeing how hesitant you were to claim your strengths when I wanted to shout them from the rooftops... it showed me I needed to embrace all of me. You make me proud. Proud to be me and to have won your heart.

Marta: Before you, life was a song I could never figure out the tune of with the melodies and bridges throwing me off track. I know now why I was never in sync. My life was always meant to be a duet, one of me and you *sniffles* and I am so happy to be promising my forever to you

Keira: *mouthing* I love you

Marta: *sniffles* My abuela and abuelo were followed quickly to the forever save by my padre and mama but... in this church I feel they are with us, and I know in my heart they all would love you. Ma familia, if you can hear me, know I am the happiest I have ever been. Carino, I feel as though the watcher sculpted us for each other, and every day I give thanks for finding you, and you loving me. You will always be my favourite song, the one I cannot get out of my head

Keira takes the first ring from Joey and holds it over Marta’s finger.

Keira: I, Keira Foster, take you, Marta Aymee Romero, to be my watcherly wed wife. I solemnly swear I shall be your best friend, your shelter in a tempest and the wind in your wings. In front of our familia, our friends, and the watcher, I promise to love and cherish you, for as long as our souls exist. Te amo sweetheart

With her vows complete Keira slides Marta’s ring on, feeling so happy she’s sure she’ll explode.

Marta wipes some more tears and does her best to compose herself, taking Keira's ring from Alexander.

Marta: I, Marta Aymee Romero, take you, Keira Foster, to be my watcherly wed wife. I solemnly swear I shall be your best friend, your shelter in a tempest and the wind in your wings. In front of our familia, our friends, and the watcher, I promise to love and cherish you, for as long as our souls exist. Te amo carino

The brides can’t take their eyes off each other and the rest of the service is a blur.

Officiant: By the power invested in me by the watcher I now pronounce you, wife and wife

Keira sweeps Marta into her arms, dipping her low before pulling her in for a kiss. The church erupts in cheers but the two women hardly notice it, they’re full of love.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0903 #KeiraFoster #JoeyYork #HarveyFoster #MartaRomero #KeiraRomero

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backpackgoldfish · 2 years

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Don’t let me go - part 1

Summary: After the death of her Father, Y/n finds solace in the arms of her father’s best friend... Aaron hotchner.

Pairing: Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Series warnings: death, murder, smut (I plan to write lots of smut😈) age gap (reader is 18 or older and Aaron is in his 40s I think)

This is just the beginning so it's pretty short, not a lot of plot development and nothing really happens it just kinda the prologue I guess you could say, I have a bunch of chapters already written so if you guys like it I'll post them more frequently. Thank you so much for your time and let me know what you think 😁

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Y/n sits on the couch in her living room, playing with the hem of her black dress as she watches the room move around her. People she’s met maybe once or twice in her life or never at all, try and tell her they know exactly how she feels and what she’s going through. They come and sit next to her and talk to her for what feels like hours and at the same time only seconds, she never really says anything back because she’s been tuned out since the second person that came and talked to her, and yet somehow, they don’t stop, they just keep talking, adding to the ever growing white noise in her head formed by the constant “Sorry for your loss.” “Your father was such a great man.” and “when he was your age…” they say the same meaningless things in an effort to help but they really just make it worse. The poor girl just wants to scream at the next person to say a word to her, and honestly, she just might.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath then she feels someone sit next to her and she swears if they say a word, she going to lose it. She waits with her eyes closed praying for them not to speak. And after several long moments, to her surprise they stay silent. She opens her eyes to find her father’s best friend, Aaron. He’s looking at her with this sad look she hasn’t seen on anyone else since it happened. He lays his open hand between them, hoping that she’ll take it. She laces her fingers with his, feeling comfort in the roughness of his skin. He gently squeezes her hand which she returns. Her eyes fill with tears, after trying to fight them back all day she finally let go. Laying her head on his shoulder she does her best to find solace in the silence, he doesn’t care that she’s soaking his shirt in her tears he just wishes he could fix this for her.

Y/n has always been close with her father’s friend, mostly because she was so close with her father. She went with her dad everywhere she could, he was one of her best friends, she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to go on without him. And she guesses maybe that’s how Aaron feels too.

She brings her hand up to hold onto his bicep before asking in a soft broken tone, “How’re you doing?” looking up at her while still having her head resting on his shoulder, he just shakes his head, closing his eyes while letting his head fall against the back of the couch. She doesn’t know how to comfort him and it’s killing her, that’s always been her job, comforting other people, but now she can’t, she just doesn’t know how to anymore. She feels broken in so many ways, she’s not herself anymore, there’s a part missing she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get back.

“I should probably get going soon.” He says unable to meet her eyes, knowing if he did, he would have to look at the pain lingering in them.

“Please don’t go yet.” She whispers, holding on to him a little tighter. She’s willing to beg if that’s what it will take.

“I’ll stay for as long as I can, alright sweetheart?” she closes her eyes again just for a moment to breath in the comforting scent that follows Aaron. Then as she opens them back up she finds her little brother placing his small hands on her leg.

“Hey, Benji,” she says sitting up straight.

“Can I sit with you and Uncle Aaron?” He asks. She can see the sadness in his eyes, it makes her heart break a little more.

“Yeah Benji, of course. C’mon.” She helps him up and he lays across both hers and Aaron’s laps, with his head resting on her legs. She leans back into Aaron, and he puts his arm over her shoulders as she mindlessly plays with Ben’s hair.

Aaron’s phone buzzes after a perfect moment of being together. He checks it and to Y/n’s disappointment it’s his ex-wife. She hates even the thought of Haley. All Aaron did was try his best to love and take care of her and their son Jack, but no that wasn’t enough for her. She had to go and cheat on him.

How stupid do you have to be to cheat on Aaron? There’s no one better than Aaron. He’s perfect. How could she not realize she had everything Y/n wants? Haley is the only person Y/n genuinely hates. Perhaps she’s a little bias and truth be told she has no idea what all actually goes into keeping a marriage alive. She doesn’t know about all the ways Aaron failed as a husband, always prioritizing the job over his family. But even if she did know, shed make excuses for him, rationalizing it in her own mind, because to her he can do no wrong.

She practically worships the older man, he could tell her anything and she’d believe him without a second thought, she’d do anything if it made him proud of her. She just wants him to notice her. She thinks him being an FBI agent is the most amazing thing in the world, she wants to join after college, her goal is to one day join Aaron’s team. Aaron always tries to steer her in any other direction, encouraging her to pursue anything else. She doesn’t understand that he’s trying to protect her. She doesn’t know about all the horrors he’s faced. He doesn’t want her to be ruined by the hardness of the field. He wants her to stay sweet and innocent, like the way he’s always known her to be.

But he doesn’t see the bit of something that lurks behind her eyes. Just sitting and waiting for the moment to push forward and take over. Do all the unspeakable things she secretly longs to.

“I have to go now. I’m really sorry.” Aaron apologizes, giving Y/n a short hug then moving the small child off his lap. “I’ll check in tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring jack by so he and ben can spend some time together.” Y/n nods, not speaking out of fear of crying again. He pat’s ben’s head as a goodbye, giving Y/n one last sad smile before going to the children’s mother to let her know he’s leaving.

Y/n contemplates asking to go with him. She doesn’t want to get stuck in the house with a memory of her father around every corner. But she knows her family needs her, more than she needs an escape. Her brother definitely needs her, she’s fairly certain her brother doesn’t fully comprehend all of this, but no one really took the time to explain to him what death really was. All they were told the day it happened was, “Kids… your father was in an accident on his way to work this morning, he didn’t make it. He's gone.” After that, their mother mostly shut down. In fact, Y/n has barely seen her mother the last few days, with the only exception being when other people were around.

Y/n still doesn’t understand how her parents ended up together, they literally couldn’t be more different. She genuinely doesn’t know of a single thing they had in common. Her father was so honest and real, while her mother has always had up a front, never showing her true self to anyone but the people she lives with. Y/n doesn’t understand how her father, who was so loving and kind, could be with someone so manipulative and terrible. But somehow her father always seemed to be happy. And he always used to make everyone around him happy.

Y/n might not realize but she inherited that from her father; the ability to make someone smile just by being around them. She’s always had a glow to her that radiates to everyone near her. But not today. Not this last week. It almost feels like there’s a dark cloud covering the whole neighborhood. She can’t smile no matter how hard she tries to force it; all she can do is cry.

#aaron hotchner #hotch x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #george foyet #george foyet x reader #jack hotchner #papa rossi #matthew gray gubler #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner smut #dad's best friend #forbidden relationship #dbf!hotch

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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black mascara — EZ REYES

A|N: in honor of the season 5 trailer, I had to write a little something. This one will actually be small since I don’t have too much to go off of in writing this but I can’t lie and say I’m not a little fired up! So get comfy.

GIF BELONGS to: @dailymayans

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“See that crave for power…that’s seeping through your pores is exactly what’s gonna get you killed, Ezekiel.”

“…if that happens to be the case, I hope they know their prayers well because I’ll still be here from beyond the grave.”

She did not know this person that she sat face to face with. She didn’t even know what that statement means. Majority of the time Hadiza kept out of The Mayans business, despite the fact that her older brother Franky interacted with them from time to time. She knew Ezekiel way before he decided to join the club and although she’s seen the Mayans around town, she didn’t have much of a opinion when the man first brought the idea to the table a week before his release.

Now she wished she would have.

Back then she trusted that Ez knew what he was doing.

This Ezekiel was not the man she used to know.

Hadiza had a feeling this would happen, that as soon as Ezekiel got into the president’s chair, a whole new level of danger would be unleashed. She saw the shift in Ezekiel throughout his time in the charter happen gradually, that her worries started to keep her up at night. The lack of sleep even proposed her to talk to Felipe about it, who simply listened and still had faith in his baby boy until Gabby came around.

Which was kinda foul the longer she thought about it. Was her word really not good enough when she’s been around? She’ll have to take that up with Felipe at a later time, respectfully.

She’s known Ezekiel since high school…it’s been years since they stepped into their adulthood. However a good portion of Ezekiel’s youth was ripped away from him the night his mother died.

Yes people change…but not like this.

Hadiza was beginning to think that a piece of Ezekiel died with his mother that day but what could she say about him now? So much has happened since then and He wasn’t the same—sure it was foolish to think that he would be completely healed from that tragedy but the light in his pretty honey eyes, did not reflect what was beyond them or what was on the outside.

“So that’s it then,” she raised her shoulders, “you’re gonna waste your life away for reckless shit? You’re better than this Ezekiel.”

“What do you exactly expect me to do? This is the duty that I’ve strived for. And you’re looking at me as if we didn’t know it would always end up being this way. I know you didn’t think this shit was rainbows and daisies, you’re much smarter than gabby in that sense.” Ezekiel bit, yanking a cigarette from his pocket.

Hadiza shook her head, “speaking ill of the dead…somebody that you killed and claimed to love like she was just nothing to you. I’m not feeling this. Or you.”

“There’s the door, fucking use it,” Ezekiel flared his nostrils as he pointed at the exit, “you’re the one who came here trying to preach to me what I’ve already heard. And what I’ve told myself before back when I was weak. What? you thought shit was gonna change because it’s coming from you? I’ve got to be smarter than that, especially when it comes to the club and nothing you can say to me right now…matters.”

“Then what does, motherfucker?!” She was on her feet now, “greed? Selfishness? No wait. I got it, your ego.”

The man lifted his shoulders, not needing to say anything more or seemed to be the least bit phased by the irritation that was showing in his long-time friend’s frame.

“Going after the sons—

“I don’t want to hear it.” Ez glared, “I’ve seen enough wars to not fear a damn thing. Don’t you ever question: Where does fear get you, diza? Look in the mirror. Everybody pays a price with the cards they’ve been dealt.”

The woman chewed down on her bottom lip in annoyance, “and just how much are you willing to lose?”

“That’s something I’ve got to reflect on in my own time…but you’re here.” Ezekiel kept his eyes trained on the woman, puffing on his cigarette.

Before Hadiza could lose the courage she said, “Fuck your subliminal and fuck you.”

“We’ve already done that, remember? With Sofia watching in the background. I think the message then was very clear and something you should thank me for.”

That was so low and disrespectful, considering that Hadiza had a moment and went to someone who she thought cared about her well-being. At that time she just received the news that her fiancé wanted to break off the engagement after cheating on her with a co-worker and the first person she went to was Ezekiel. He was the first person she thought about and felt complete with—a mistake on her end, sure but she wasn’t expecting him to have company other than Sally.

The smirk that was on his lips was smacked right off by her hand. However that did not stop Ez from yanking on her wrist and getting into her face.

Anyone was fair game at this point.

This she knew deep down.

He could end it all, right here in this trailer.

What made her any different?

Did he even love her anymore? Or was she just another ploy in the way Ezekiel floated around life now? Hadiza was not part of the club so why was she becoming collateral damage?

“You don’t get to come here and think our friendship and reminiscing about the old times, or guilt trip me about Gabby, would stop me or save me from myself. That’s not your job, never was amor. Sorry I couldn’t live in your fantasy of being a good ol’ friend to you anymore. But that’s life, so either continue standing by and keep your mouth shut or take a walk and don’t look back.” Ezekiel gritted into her face and that hurt more than him squeezing her wrist.

The black ink dripped down her brown cheeks as she hissed, “you’re done to me.”

And this she hoped she meant. She couldn’t stick around and she knew Ezekiel was pushing her to do so but ultimately it was her choice. Her eyes stung from the makeup as she clenched them closed, fighting away the memories of their teenage years: watching Ezekiel love Emily, having intense debates over literature in class and outside of, him being there for her first heartbreak and attempting to get angel to drive him to the asshole who broke her heart house to egg it and piss on their front doorstep, to Marisol Reyes encouraging her to keep loving her son the best way that she knew how…

“Good,” Ezekiel breathed into her face, shoving her fist back down her by her sides.

He broke eye contact after awhile since she no longer had any words for him. He placed the cigarette back to his lips as he slouched back on the couch. Hadiza swiped the mascara from the bags underneath her eyes, deeply inhaling and battled with herself on what to do or say.

The words fell empty just like the relationship she once had with the man she called her best friend.

She sniffed as she snatched up her bag, making sure she had her keys before she took her exit. The door to the trailer opened on her way, revealing Sofia who easily picked up on the tension in the home. Her dark eyes shifted between the pair but Hadiza patiently waited for the wavy haired woman to get out of her way.

Ez pressed his elbows into his knees as he grunted, “What is it, Sofia?”

If Hadiza continued to be foolish she would have tried to believe that the tone of his voice was telling her something, besides him being an asshole. That perhaps he didn’t truly want their friendship to end but that’s the difference between the two, she didn’t have to be selfish.

“Um, you’ve some company. Bishop and Tranq are outside.” Sofia informed as she stepped into the trailer with Sally.

Ez quickly got to his feet, putting his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and brushed his shoulder by Hadiza as he left the trailer. Sofia easily picked up on the woman taking a sharp breath at his actions but didn’t speak on it.

It didn’t take the most intelligent person to understand that something transpired between the two. Their relationship didn’t threaten what she had with EZ and in a way, Sofia actually thought it was beautiful. How their relationship didn’t appear to be transactional or circumstantial. How simply being next to each other was enough for them. Or it used to be. Yet Sofia wasn’t naïve to think that it would last with the new propositions EZ took on.

Sometimes that’s just the way life worked out and the sooner Hadiza figured that out…maybe she could protect her heart a bit better.

It was a little awkward as Hadiza had to collect herself, hand on the trailer’s door before she went outside. Sofia wasn’t one for words and she wasn’t sure anything she could say would provide comfort for Hadiza either. After what happened right here in this trailer, weeks ago, it’s not like the two had the chance to really talk about it.

They didn’t have to but it seemed like Hadiza always had a lot on her mind.

Thankfully for Sofia, Hadiza pushed the door open, not sparing her a glance, either placing herself on autopilot or trying her best to ignore her presence—it didn’t bother Sofia one way or another as Hadiza left the home.

“See you around then,” Sofia muttered, taking a seat on the couch, after the door clicked shut behind Hadiza.

Her long legs kicked up the dirt as she passed by the group of men on the side. She couldn’t get away from the place fast enough, feeling her heart being squeezed with each step she took.

“Hey,” Tranq started to call out to the woman but it was almost as if she heard nothing while she shoved herself into her car.

Bishop’s eyes were back on EZ as his eyes briefly burned into Hadiza’s retreating form. He just knew the Reyes brother fucked that up and it’s a shame because he was fond of the girl, despite her having a connection to a pig. Of course he never fully trusted her (by no fault of her own) but she was kind enough whenever she rarely showed up to club.

He kept it silent but he knew his body language did enough talking for him as EZ focused back on him.

“Tonight is the night, round everybody up.” Ez ordered, stalking off and daring a glance at Hadiza’s car and over his shoulder as he stood on the steps of his trailer, while she backed off the lot and sped away, eyes solely on what was in front of her and not what was left behind in the rear view.

Ez swallows down the small lump that wants to form in his throat but that wasn’t important right now. He had other things to tend to and Hadiza was no longer one of them.

Instead of running back, she ran to her mother’s arms who was less than thrilled to see her baby this upset over a man who she trusted to be good to her child.

Later Hadiza found herself in her mother’s hands again when she received the devastating but expected news from Angel Reyes on her door step. She broke down in the doorway right in front of him and she knew the eldest brother couldn’t handle that amount of heartache that he also shared, despite him placing a kiss to the top of her head and leaving her with one of EZ’s dog tags, he left her with the woman who gave her life to deal with the weight of the lost on his own.

Hadiza then sent a letter to Felipe a couple of days before she decided to take her life elsewhere, away from all that Santo Padre showed her. She wasn’t sure if there would even be a funeral or memorial but she had to get out while she can still stand.

Antigua was always a place Hadiza wanted to visit and now she can say that she lives here comfortably.

She left her mother on the front deck to get them a refill of her famous rum punch that was leftover from her mother’s house party yesterday night. Hadiza was humming to herself in solitude until she heard her mother screaming out to her from outside.

The woman did not hesitate to race around the house with a bat, ready to fight off any Osprey’s that decided to invade their property again. Hadiza held her breath as she yanked open the door, eyes wild as she searched for her mother on the deck.

“What is it, ma?” Hadiza exhaled, seeing her mother sitting up on one of the wicker chairs.

Her mother nudged her chin towards the front and Hadiza cautiously took a step towards the railing. A few of her fingertips rested on the banister as she leaned over a bit, looking over at the new found community they both settled into. It was quiet as usual, air warm, seaweed scented, and fresh.

She wasn’t sure what had spooked her mother until her eyes settled down by the cars parked along the curb. Her eyes moved to the left a bit and she had to rub at one of them to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. It tended to do that the first couple of weeks she settled in the country. Lately she’s been okay. A figure stood by a identical golf cart (that they had in their driveway) that was parked right behind Hadiza’s car, fitted cap on their head as their hands held onto a mobile device.

Her throat went dry before she could even muster up and ask if she could help the person locate who they were searching for…because she knew it was him before those honey eyes looked up at her.

“Ezekiel.” She shuddered, feeling her mother get to her feet behind her, like the DJ Khalid meme, almost like she wasn’t still healing from the last Osprey attack two weeks ago.

Her mother also gripped onto the banister, “Oh hell no. I rebuke this demonic spirit, get away from here!”

And tossed the freshly watered plant at Ezekiel who side-stepped the assault.

“Hey, Mrs—it’s just me!”

“I know! Aren’t you supposed to be dead, you bastard?!” She yelled back.

Hadiza whispered at the woman, “Ma, please.”

The woman humphed, folding her arms as she waddled back to the chair, already aware how this would go.

Hadiza pointed the bat at Ezekiel, “wait right there.”

“Not if you’re gonna beat my ass.”

“I’ll think about it by time I get downstairs.”

Hadiza’s mother cackled at that, knowing she raised her baby with some sort of sense.

Hadiza couldn’t tell you how she felt but the brain fog was kicking in. She weeped over this man too many times just for him to be here in the flesh, like they all didn’t experience the hell he indulged in back in Santo Padre.

Her mother was right to think a demon was standing in front of their home. The anger Hadiza directed at EZ after receiving the news of his death was like no other emotion Hadiza’s had before but she found peace in Antigua.

She halted at the front door, noticing EZ fumbling with his fingers after the phone disappeared from his hold. Hadiza took her time going down the few front steps, crossing through the grass and down the slope to the gravel.

The man looked up at her approach, carefully reaching up to lift the cap from his head to mess around with the brim of the hat as Hadiza moved closer but almost not close enough.

His eyes immediately went to her head, noticing that the mountain of coarse hair that she had was long gone into a buzzed style now.

He smiled, “you finally did it huh? I know you’ve been eating ‘em up more than ever out here.”

And she couldn’t stand it, her eyes scanning the old yellowing of bruises and cuts on his face, puffing out a laugh at his compliment as she almost collapsed into his arms, bringing his body so tight to hers that he thought he would break her rib cage but he followed through with the same actions.

Her chin buried into his shoulder, one of his hands around the small of her back, and the other cradling the back of her head, he heard her sob against him and he couldn’t be more apologetic.

When they pulled apart, she held onto his face analyzing the marks on his skin before she inflicted her own attack on his lower half.

“Hey! Ow!” A good whack to the top of his head, made Ezekiel stop taking the hits as he gripped her wrists again.

Except this time was different, his touch was much more softer.

“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for filling your head up with doubts and making you believe that I didn’t give a shit about our friendship. When quite frankly—no pun intended, you’re the best got damn thing that’s been in my life.” His hands slipped into holding her hands into his own large ones.

And the way he was staring at Hadiza, let her know that this was the old Ezekiel she had missed. It was the spark in his eyes that made her feel safe, given what he got himself involved in.

He could see her mind spinning with questions, the corners of her eyes damp with tears.

“What did I say to you when we first became friends?”

“…’jalapeños on these nachos are missing and I make better ones than these whack ass ones you’re eating.’” Hadiza actually thought about this.

Which made a goofy grin appear on Ez’s face and he shook his head with a sigh, “yeah I think I did say that but after that? I said you’re stuck with me if you choose me. It would always be Kiel and Diza for life, remember?”

It was ironic that he wanted to think back when he basically was rude as hell to her about this in his trailer months ago. The bitterness was still in the pit of her stomach but the higher road wanted her to be happy that this man, her best friend, Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes was very much still alive.

Hadiza wasn’t sure how the fuck he did it but here he was, wiping away her black mascara before holding her hands in his again.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she peered down at their hands, lifting their conjoined hands up to place her lips right on the back of his hands. Ezekiel let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.

“For life.” She repeated, staring at him underneath her eyelashes.

He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as she pulled the necklace from around her and placed it back on Ezekiel where it belonged. He glanced down at it, a new wave of emotions hitting him as he realized a piece of him was always with the one woman he deeply cared for.

“Let’s get inside.” Hadiza told him, as he leaned over to place a kiss to her full cheek.

She turned, her hand still resting in one of his hands as he reached for the fallen bat with the other, “think I might need this if I try to give your mom a hug.”

Hadiza laughed, “Baby steps, Kiel.”

“That’s fair.” He answers from behind her, letting her lead the way to her new home.

Perhaps now here in the Caribbean, they had the chance to create a better life, a better friendship together with no more black ink or blood spills blinding the way.

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Continue along with my anthology works that were written during the spring season here.

#Spotify #mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #Mayans mc s5 #spring prompts #queued #Angel Reyes #felipe reyes #bishop losa #tranq loza #hank loza #mayans mc season 5 #jd pardo

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year

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Misery Business

Requested by: @crazymelascula

I was listening to Colson's cover of Misery Business and it made me cry again. And I kind of wanted to read something like the scenario of the song, only in the cover version and going through Colson's vision.

A/N: Sorry it took a little while to get this request out and hold other requests! I just wasn't really sure how to start the storyline but I hope it works and I did actually really enjoy writing it in the end. Enjoy!

Warnings: little fluff, little smut

This is fucking torture. I swear every time I see them together it makes me want to gag or gauge my eyes out or both. They’re so lovey dovey. I wish I could tell her he’s a fucking fake. That he spends all his time with her being all warm and friendly but when she’s not around, he’s a fucking prick. I know what would happen though. She’s so caught up in every piece of crap that spews from his mouth that the second I say something negative about him, she’ll clamp up like a shell and never listen to a word I say. I’ll lose one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and the only girl I think I may actually love, all for that pompous ass. No fucking way, I’d rather sit through the torture. Watching them kiss, the way he pushes a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, the way she smiles at him like he’s the most amazing guy in the world. Gag.

“You ok Kells? You’ve barely touched you lunch,” Rook asks me disapprovingly as he looks down at my almost full plate. Everyone's eyes, including hers, turn to look at me.

“Yeah, just not as hungry as I thought I was,” I mumble without taking my eyes off Y/N. She frowns but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, considering you’re not hungry…” Rook trails off while practically drooling over my food.

“Go for your life Rook, I’m going to get some air.”

I shove my plate in his direction and push away from the table. I head outside and take a deep sobering breath. I pull out a cigarette from my pocket and take a deep inhale. The burning feeling in the back of my throat is a welcome change from the lump that’s been sitting there all evening. I look up at the night sky, the stars completely invisible behind the pollution of the city, and try to calm my thoughts. The black abyss is comforting in some ways I guess. I take a smaller inhale of my cigarette this time and watch the cloud my exhale creates.

“That’s not the way to get fresh air,” I hear a soft voice behind me and my body instantly stills. I turn to see Y/N smirking at me that pisses me off and drives me wild all at the same time.

“I guess I should’ve just said I needed a smoke instead,” I admit as I take another inhale and stomp the rest of the cigarette out under my boot.

“I don’t think anything you said would’ve made your behaviour any less weird but I guess whatever helps you sleep at night,” she chuckles with a shake of her head.

That strand of hair shakes and nestles itself right back into Y/N line of vision again. I wait a few seconds for her to move it but she doesn’t, she just looks at me, waiting for me to speak. I reach out, before I can stop myself, and push the strand behind her ear. My fingertips drift over the flesh of her neck and I hear her small gasp at the contact. I want to immediately rip my hand away but my curiosity creeps in like a sick motherfucker and I want to explore her reaction more. I trail my fingertips from behind her ear, down her neck and stop at the apex of her collarbone. She’s holding her breath, I can tell as I can’t feel her chest rising and falling as my fingers follow along her collarbone to the top of her sternum.

“Colson, I have to-” she starts to say something but is rudely interrupted.

“Babe, you out here?” her prick of a boyfriend calls out from the door and if I didn’t want to kill him before, I definitely want to now.

“Yes honey, I was just about to come in!” she calls back over her shoulder.

She gives me a stiff smile before turning around and rushing to her boyfriend’s side. He eyes me from the door and the smug look on his face tells me the asshole picked his timing perfectly. I have to use all of my strength not to stride over to the door and smash his face until it’s nothing but pieces of broken bone and torn flesh but my mind keeps obsessing over what Y/N was going to say.

“Colson, I have to tell you I’m in love with you. My boyfriend isn’t really my boyfriend and he’s just some guy I chose to make you jealous. I just want to be with you and no one else, I swear.”

I have to snort at my own idiotic fantasy. Even I don’t believe the shit my own brain spouts out half the time. I shake my head to clear my mind. All I want to do is focus on how she reacted when I touched her. That has to mean something, right? She didn’t stop me when I continued to touch her. If she didn’t like me in any romantic way at all, would she have ever let me touch her like that? I wish I could read her mind sometimes. A thought I’ve never had about any other woman I’ve ever met in my life.

8 months later

8 months of hell. I don’t want to say I’m ‘happy’ about the situation by any means. I know Y/N is hurting and that fucking kills me. I want to comfort her, I want to be there for her but I don’t know how to be. I keep stressing that I’m going to say the wrong thing or that I won’t be able to handle seeing her upset and I’ll do something to that prick that I shouldn’t. That would just make things worse and I don’t want to do that to her.

When my phone rings, I don’t think much of it. It’s 2pm on a Sunday afternoon and I’ve been sitting in my bed, staring at the blank TV screen and waiting for the day to pass. I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID and her meek, defeated voice fills my ears.

“Hey Kells, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I just…” her timid voice drifts off into silence and I’m instantly on edge.

“You’re never an interruption darling. What’s up?” I try to keep my voice light but I know I sound fake as fuck.

“I um…I don’t know if you heard but me and…uh Lucas…” she takes a deep breath before continuing. “We broke up and I guess I was just feeling lonely and wondered if maybe you’d…want to come hang out?”

I’m up and out the door before I can even think twice about it. I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. Y/N wants me. She wants me. That’s all that could possibly matter to me right now. She could’ve called any of our friends but she chose me. That has to mean something right? Fuck it. Who cares right?

“Don’t overthink it!” my brain keeps screaming it at me over and over as I drive down the expressway to her place. My nerves are on edge, I’m jittery and I’m driving like a dick but I don’t care. I just want to get to her before she changes her mind and calls to cancel on me. I couldn’t handle that right now. My body is literally willing me to get to her as quickly as possible. I don’t know what I expect to happen. She did just break up with a guy she was with for an entire year. I can’t go in there expecting too much from her but I can’t help the small butterflies that form in the pit of my stomach as her apartment comes into view.

I practically run up the stairs to the third floor and I’m so winded as I stand outside her door that I have to wait a few moments to collect myself. I tap lightly on the door and hear a muffled “come in”. I open the door gently and I am kind of shocked by what I see.

The apartment is a mess. There’s a concoction of empty takeaway containers, beer bottles, half drunk spirit bottles and abandoned coffee cups. The curtains are drawn so the room sits in a half darkness, light trying to peek through the windows. The whole room smells stale and the air is suffocating. I never thought I’d be the ‘let in the light and fresh air’ guy but I’m leaning that way today. My eyes settle on the crumpled body on the sofa and all my petty thoughts dissipate. The whole apartment could be fucking burning but all I’d care about is the broken woman in the middle of the room. Even in faded old sweats, she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Jesus, you look like me after a tour finishes,” I try to lighten the mood with a joke but all she can manage is a weak, half smile.

‘Good work dickhead!’ my mind scolds me and I internally cringe.

“What do you need, honey?” I ask her softly.

I feel lost. I’ve always seen Y/N as a strong, independent woman with a smart mouth and an alcohol tolerance that most men couldn’t compete with. Seeing her barely able to lift her head to look in my direction makes my heart break and my fists clench. All I want is to have a bloody, semi-conscious Lucas on the floor begging for me to stop.

“I don’t- I don;t know. I just…” Y/N tries to speak but it’s as if her brain can’t find the words. She looks at me and gives me that weak smile again and my chest throbs.

“I’ll do anything for you, you know that,” I practically plead for her to make me feel useful.

She looks at me with glassy eyes and I can feel myself splitting in two. She holds her arms out to me and I rush to her side, crushing her to my chest. She sobs and it rakes through her whole body. I rub my hand up and down her back and whisper, what I hope are, soothing words into her ear as she falls apart in my arms. If I could take away every bit of pain with just my words and my embrace, I would in a fucking heartbeat.

I’m not sure how long we sit there for before the crying stops. Y/N breathing eventually slows and we sit there in a comfortable silence, her hand wrapped around the collar of my shirt, holding me in place as if I’m going to disappear if she doesn’t anchor me. I duck my head after a little while and her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and restful. I watch her sleep for a little bit. The tension in her shoulders has eased and her lips have parted slightly, relaxing her jaw. She has her leg lying on top of my thigh and her whole body is faced towards me, almost as if she knows I’m here to protect her. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she takes.

The front door opens slowly and I whip my head towards it that I worry my whole body jolted and I may have woken Y/N. I look down and see her face is still peacefully asleep. I turn my attention back to the door and Ashleigh is looking around, mouth agape, taking in the semi-disaster zone. I hold my finger against my lip and signal for her to be quiet before directing my eyes down to the comatose girl in my arms.

Ashleigh doesn’t say anything, she just silently cleans around us. Removing every piece of trash, organising the half empty spirit bottles into her kitchen cabinet and wiping down every surface with disinfectant. She finds a few candles to scatter around the place to help with the stale smell. She opens the window in Y/N’s bedroom and the kitchen to help with some ventilation. I scowl at her when she tries to open the ones in the living room and she backs away to make a shopping list of groceries. I can’t help but be jealous that Ashleigh is doing all of that stuff for Y/N instead of me. I just continue to sit on the sofa, holding her.

Ashleigh moves around me as if I’m not even in the room and I’m glad. She catches me staring a couple of times but I try to pretend like I’m just glancing every now and again to make sure Y/N is comfortable and that she’s still asleep.

“You know you’re not fooling anyone, right?” she whispers as she sits in front of me on the now clean coffee table. I frown at her, trying to convey innocence but my heart is hammering inside my chest. My arm instinctively tightens around Y/N and Ashleigh’s eyes zero in on the gesture. “We all know you’re in love with her, so why don’t you just save yourself the stress and just tell her?”

“Yeah, that’ll end well,” I scoff and shake my head defiantly. What a ridiculous idea! She just broke up with her boyfriend for fuck sake.

Wait, was I meant to deny my feelings first? Shit!

“Ok fine. Here’s something to ponder while you sit there pretending to not stare at her, ok?” I nod my head and Ashleigh stands and moves towards the front door. “She hasn’t slept this long in weeks and the moment you arrive, she’s out like a light.” Ashleigh opens the door and begins to leave but she stops herself. She ducks her head back, a shit eating grin on her face. “And if that doesn’t convince you, when she wakes up, ask her why Lucas and her broke up.”

Before I can respond, Ashleigh closes the door and I’m left to sit there and let my brain create 5000 reasons why they broke up and why that would encourage me to tell her how I feel. I’m going insane after an hour and I’m so tempted to wake Y/N just so I can ask her, when suddenly she bolts upright and searches the room, confused and disorientated. She spots me beside her and her cheeks fill with colour.

“What time is it?” she asks, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt dragging up her torso, exposing her hips and her lower stomach. It takes all my strength not to focus on her exposed skin.

‘She asked you a question perv!’ my brain screams at me

“Um- 5:30,” I fumble with my phone, trying to ignore that her arms are back down but that she hasn’t pulled her t-shirt back into place.

“Wow, I haven’t slept that long in…Well, actually, I can’t remember how long it’s been,” Y/N chuckles and looks around the room again. “Has Ashleigh been here?” she raises an eyebrow at me and all I can do is nod like a fucking idiot. “I was going to say, I don’t think I’ve seen you clean anything the whole time I’ve known you,” she laughs and I scowl at her.

“Oh so now you’re going to insult me, huh?” I try to act pissed off but her full smile and bright eyes are hard to resist. It’s strange how different she looks now compared to when I walked in a few hours ago.

“Is it an insult if it’s true?”

She places her finger to her chin as if she’s deep in thought, in a cocky professor kind of way. I grab her wrist and tackle her so she’s on her back. She’s thrashing around and laughing so hard she almost has tears in her eyes. I’m so intoxicated by her bubbly mood that I just want to keep her laughing. I grab her other wrist and secure it with her other one, using my free hand to tickle the side of her stomach.

“Oh yeah? So true huh? I might not be able to clean but I definitely know all your ticklish spots, don’t I? So who’s the real boss here?”

“Oh. My. God!” she squeals. “If you keep doing that I’m going to wet myself,” she gasps between breaths while still laughing.

I stop tickling her but I don’t release her wrists. I hover above her, staring down at her flushed face. She looks up at me and smiles that devastating smile that has always driven me wild. I don’t know why but I can feel a tension building in my body as I continue to hold myself above her, completely in control but helpless at the same time. My brain is screaming at me to get off her but my body refuses to listen. My eyes dip to her lips as she wets them slowly with her tongue and my whole body tingles. I look back up at her eyes for a second before slamming my lips onto hers.

There’s a rush that fills my body the moment Y/N starts to kiss me back, which is almost instantly. My skin erupts with goosebumps and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. As our kiss deepens, I manipulate my tongue between her lips and she moans. Nothing else in the world matters other than that single moan. The pure ecstasy I feel from that one sound, makes me want to make her do it over and over again until her voice is hoarse. I run my hand down her body, lightly caressing her breasts, down her stomach, her thighs. Every time my hand touches her, she moans.

I pull away from her lips and kiss down her neck and across her collarbones. Not only is she moaning now but her hips are now gyrating against me and it makes all the blood in my body rush to one place. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life and I immediately know I have to do something about it. I grab Y/N’s hand and yank her off the couch and drag her down to her bedroom. I open the door and fling her willing body onto the bed.

I don’t know why I do it but I look around the room and my eyes, almost automatically, land on a picture of Y/N and Lucas sitting on her bedside table. My body goes cold, all blood draining from where it was and I somehow feel dirty. Y/N is still lying on the bed, panting and dazed from our sudden change of venue. I want to kiss her again. Hell I want to do way more than just kiss her but my mind is pushing its way in in a very nagging sort of way.

‘Why did her and Lucas break up?’ it keeps repeating, over and over again, louder and louder each time.

“Kells, what’s wrong?” Y/N has just realised that I’m still standing at the end of the bed, staring into space.

“I-I. Listen, I’ve wanted this for so long, believe me when I tell you that I can’t believe I’m even asking this fucking question but if I don’t hear the answer, my obsessive brain will bug me forever,” I’m trying my best to explain my intentions but judging by the look on Y/N’s face, I’m not making myself very clear. “Why did you and… Lucas,” I grit my teeth at his name, “break up?” I blurt out with any real tact or consideration for her reaction.

“Wh-what?” she sits up and pulls her knees to her chest, as if she’s trying to cacoon herself from the mention of his name.

I just…You haven’t really spoken to me since it happened and it seemed kind of sudden and I didn’t really know the answer. So when you were asleep, Ashleigh told me to ask you and I didn’t want to wake you so my mind, which was running a million miles an hour may I add, was trying to think about possible reasons why Ashleigh would want me to ask you in the first place and then all the possible reasons why you two did break up after a year. Does that make any sense to you because I’m fucking dizzy.”

“What was the context of your conversation that Ash would tell you to ask me about the break up? You hated him. I would think you of all people would be glad it’s over, not dwelling on why it ended. You can’t even fucking say his name without gritting your teeth for god’s sake!” she gets to her feet and angrily squares her body in my direction. “I can’t fucking believe that we were just about to do- whatever the fuck we were about to do and YOU, of all people, want to take a timeout to talk about L-Lucas,” she stutters on his name and I can’t help but feel a little guilty but I know exactly what she’s trying to do.

“You still haven’t answered the question and don’t think for a second that what we were about to do, isn’t going to happen. I told you, I’ve waited a long fucking time for this and I want to be 100% focused because I want to remember that moment for the next fucking 20 years or however the fuck long I’ve got. Now, answer the goddamn question.”

I step up to her and put both hands on the sides of her face to force her to look at me. Her breath hitches a little and returns, hollow and ragged. She bites her bottom lip and I almost lose my self-restraint but I have to hear her answer. Ashleigh told me for a reason. She would never say something just to mess with my head. Y/N sighs and I turn my attention back to her.

“He…well he accused me of being…in love with someone else,” she mumbles while staring down at her feet.

“Ok? So he accused you, how did that end in a breakup?” I’m struggling to see the connection. Just because someone accuses you of something, even cheating, doesn’t automatically make that person right.

“I-I couldn’t…deny it,” she mumbles again and tries to pull away from me.

I grab her wrists and pull her back to me, not allowing her to escape for even a second. I don’t want to let her go because I don’t want her to change her mind. My mind is racing, trying to pick apart what she’s saying, her lack of eye contact and her general uncomfortable body language.

‘Wait, is there somebody else?’

I immediately take a step back from Y/N and drop her wrists as that thought crosses my mind. Here I was trying so hard to dissect what she was saying, that I was missing the fucking point entirely! The entire facts are, Lucas accused her of being in love with someone, she couldn’t deny it and so he broke up with her and SHE’S IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

“There’s someone else,” I whisper and I hate how defeated my voice sounds. It completely gives away my feeling of utter disappointment.

I don’t think I have the strength to endure watching her in another relationship. Spending all my time secretly wishing it was me that got to kiss her, hold her hand, make her laugh. Resenting the other guy entirely based on a prejudice they don’t even know I have. I mean if I really think about it, was Lucas actually a bad guy or did I just hate him because I wanted to be him?

It’s Y/N turn to close the gap between us and reach for me. She grabs my large hand in both of her small ones, twisting it around as if she’s studying it deeply. My flesh erupts into goosebumps again at the feeling of her warm touch. She trails a finger up my arm to feel them and lightly traces my tattoos. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, almost as if she’s hoping her touch will convey her message enough. I want to rip my arm away. Stop her from trying to comfort me, her poor attempt to soften the blow but I’m enjoying the feeling of her touch too much to stop it. I want to savour these last few moments of bliss with her. Before the soul crushing reality hits when I leave her.

“It’s you,” she murmurs so softly, I’m fairly sure that I misheard her and it’s just my shitty brain trying to make myself feel better.

“What?” I duck to reach her eye level and she reluctantly makes eye contact with me.

“Lucas accused me of being in love with you and I couldn’t deny it, so we broke up instead,” she explains matter of factly, as if what she just said hasn’t flipped my entire world and made me see stars.

“What are you talking about?” my brain is trying to connect the dots but it’s failing miserably.

“He started to get suspicious the night we went to the restaurant and he found us outside…talking. He pretty much said from then on that he kept an eye on you in case you made a real move, which obviously you never did,” she chuckles but when I don’t join in, she stops and continues her story. “For months he thought maybe he was just being paranoid and then…one night about 2 months ago, after we came to your place for Casie’s birthday, I had a dream about you and I…well you could imagine. I guess I must’ve said your name in my sleep and then he started to notice little things. Sometimes he’d catch me watching you, the way I’d hug you for a second too long, the way you could always make me laugh, even if no one else in the room found you funny, all the time we spent together just the two of us, our constant texting and phone calls. I guess just my general attitude towards you. He got suspicious and 3 weeks ago he confronted me about being in love with and I…didn’t deny it. He ranted and raved at how he’d wasted the last year of his life with me. He…um… told me once a whore you're nothing more and he left.”

I’m completely shocked. I don’t know what to say to her. To say I’m ecstatic would be a fucking understatement. I would also like to bash his skull in for calling my sweet, innocent Y/N a whore but I push those feelings down. I feel some satisfaction in knowing that my original opinion of him being a shitty person was right but I just want to focus on the good parts. Like the fact that she didn’t lie about her feelings, just to keep a relationship with said shitty person. I keep replaying it in my head.

‘She’s in love with me. She’s in love with me. Me, she wants me and no one else.’

“If you could say something out loud, that would really help my blood pressure because I think I’m having a heart attack at the anticipation?” she bites her lip again and stares at me longingly.

“Ash wanted me to ask you why she broke up because she thought it would help me decide whether or not to tell you that I’m in love with you. That was the context of our conversation earlier if you were wondering. I guess what I’m saying is, I think you’re the only one for me and I think I’ve known that for a long time.” Y/N smiles shyly at me and drops her eyes back to my hand.

“Damn. I guess in some sick way, I owe Lucas 50 bucks,” she laughs and drags me to the bed with her.

“Wait, why would you owe that asshole anything?” I stumble behind her, confused but curious.

“He sarcastically bet me $50 that you felt the same way as me but I snorted in his face and called me a deranged man. I guess he had a right to be suspicious of you,” she grins at me as she sits on the bed and I sit down next to her.

I don’t really want to think about him anymore. I want to enjoy this moment with Y/N, without the distraction of anyone else. For now it’s just the two of us who know what we’ve just confessed to and it feels sexy and exciting. Right now, I can kiss her freely, I can touch her without being cautious, I can make her moan and come apart under me, above me, in front of me. Which reminds me.

“Before we take this any further, I think you should tell me what that dream was that made you moan my name?” I smirk at her and she instantly blushes bright red. She grabs the collar of my t-shirt again and drags my face towards her.

“How about instead of telling you, I just show you?” she asks while innocently batting her eyes at me and all the blood in my body rushes back to the only spot that matters right now.

One year later

From that day onwards, we were inseparable. I’ve never been so in love with any woman in my entire life and I spend every waking moment showing it. Y/N was right. Lucas should’ve been suspicious of me the whole damn time they were together because now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

We ran into him at a party once and to say that guy hates me, is an understatement. I never meant to brag but having her on my arm when we walked into that party and seeing his face drop, I couldn’t help but feel a little pride. He fucking has it out for me and didn’t keep himself from showing it but it didn’t stop me from wearing the biggest smile and for that, I will never apologise. I have the woman I love more than life itself and I will spend the rest of my life making her wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving him.

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Finders Keepers Ch 4. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (this specific chapter is PG)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: There's only one thing that would make your team's victory against Slytherin even sweeter. But McLaggen has other plans.

A/N: These two bull-headed idiots who were enemies who became friends need to become enemies again before they can become lovers. I don't make the rules. Sorry.

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Chapter 4: The Invitation

Ravenclaw’s victory against Slytherin was unprecedented. 250 - 0. Nil. Not one. Single. Goal.

“Party in the common room!” yells Cho as you squeeze your friend tightly in celebration. She caught the snitch at the perfect moment, denying Slytherin any further opportunity to try and score against you, leaving you with your first-ever clean sheet. You’d made some of the best saves of your entire career, no doubt thanks in part to the extra evenings you and McLaggen had spent practising together.

The team played as well as you’d ever seen them, and it was no surprise - since the start of term they’ve been keeping up with your demanding training schedule. And now, on a cold, wet Saturday afternoon in December, it feels like it’s finally beginning to pay off. The Quidditch cup is almost within arm’s reach.

The Ravenclaw team head back into the castle, whooping and cheering as you enter through the front doors, on your way back to Ravenclaw Tower. You halt at the front steps when you see there waiting for you is none other than Cormac McLaggen, smirking with his arms folded and leaning against the wall. You fix your ponytail- extremely grateful you remembered to take your protective headgear off.

“I’ll see you up there,” Cho tells you, squeezing your hand with a meaningful look.

She doesn’t have to tell you twice. You run over to Cormac without another thought and leap into his arms in celebration, adrenaline still pumping through your body.

He laughs in surprise, lifting you in a kind of half spin, half hug before returning you to the floor. You look up into his green eyes with your hands still linked behind his neck.

“Did you see?” You ask breathlessly, lips parted as he smiles down at you.

“I wish I hadn’t - you were amazing. It makes me sick,” he teases. “We’re going to have to beat Hufflepuff by a decent margin now.”

Fuck, he smells good, you think, barely listening as his eyes bore into yours and you feel the weight of his hands on your hips. You’re suddenly extremely conscious of the fact you’re rain-soaked, sweaty and covered in mud.

Someone behind you clears their throat and you and Cormac release each other quickly.

“Sorry to interrupt,” says Slughorn with a mischievous glint in his eye. “But I just had to congratulate you on giving my old house a thorough thrashing. That really was something.”

“Thank you. Sir,” you say, feeling intensely embarrassed.

“You know, I’m having a little Christmas party for the members of my dinner club and, after seeing that performance, I’ve come to see if you’d care to join?”

“Oh,” you hesitate. You’re already going. You look back at Cormac but he nods encouragingly. “Er, yes. Sure. Thank you. I’ll be there.”

“Wonderful, wonderful!” he says cheerfully, clapping his hands. “You know, Gwenog Jones is coming, and she tells me female keepers are in short supply these days. She’ll be delighted to meet you.”

You gulp and nod. “I’d love that.”

“I’ll leave you to get back to the, ah, festivities!”

You turn back to Cormac, hands clasped behind your head in disbelief as you hear Slughorn’s heavy footsteps walking away on the stone floor. “Did you hear that? The Holyhead Harpies Captain is looking for a keeper!”

Your heart is racing- you’re not sure how today could get any better. Unless, should I? You think about throwing your arms around him again and kissing him but he interrupts your train of thought.

“Listen, I’m actually glad Professor Slughorn invited you because it means I can ask you something.” You raise your eyebrows. “Look, er, someone else has asked me to go to Slughorn’s. But since you’re going anyway, would you mind if I went with them instead?”

Wait, what? You stare up at him for a second in stunned silence, your brain processing what he just said.

“Just - it’s only that - I know you were only coming to meet Gwenog and now you can, right?”

“Oh... yeah.” Your jaw tightens.

“I mean, that means you could bring a date too. I could ask if any of the Gryffindor girls-?”

You start to see red and grit your teeth. “I won’t have any trouble finding my own date, thanks.”

“I - yeah, obviously. I mean, you’re so- you’re… well, you. ” He stops and gives you a concerned look. “You’re alright with it though, yeah?”

You bite your tongue, trying to suppress whatever it is you feel bubbling up inside you like bile. You’ve only ever felt it once before - when Alicia dumped you last year. It feels worse somehow than your usual rage but you’ll be damned if you admit to him what it is. You give him a stiff nod.

“Great. You’re the best. Thanks.” He claps your shoulder. He claps your fucking shoulder. Thank god you didn’t make a fool of yourself by trying to kiss him.

You should walk away too and be done with it but you need to ask. “Who are you going with?”

“Hermione.” He grins over his shoulder. “Hermione Granger.”

That’s it.

The bile in your stomach turns to venom and it’s definitely anger that flares up in you now. You’ve been trying so hard not to start any fights after you were almost expelled last year. Keeping it under the surface, channelling that energy onto the Quidditch pitch but Hermione Granger? It’s your last. Fucking. Straw.

“She asked you to make Ron Weasley jealous!” You blurt out after him.

Shit. Now you’ve done it.

He turns back around slowly. “Sorry, what?”

“She was supposed to be going with Ron Weasley but he’s going out with someone else now, so she asked you to make him jealous.”

McLaggen stops in his tracks and starts walking back towards you with a look that distinctly reminds you of when he was giving Potter a piece of his mind on the Quidditch pitch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You step forward too and look up at him, chests almost touching.

“I heard her in the girl’s bathroom -”

“- Listen, I don’t know what you think you heard. But it wasn’t that. She’s into me.”

This is just typical. His Gryffindor arrogance. Looking up at the confident expression on his irritatingly pretty face, you decide that if there’s one thing McLaggen needs, it’s to be taken down a peg.

“Please.” You roll your eyes with as much derision as you can muster. This is new territory for you and McLaggen. You joke and tease each other constantly but your tone hits him differently this time. And you intended it to. You see the flash of anger in his eyes as his temper rises too.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, what do you and Granger have in common?”

“What, d’you think I’m not clever enough to date Hermione Granger?” You say nothing and he tuts, eyes finding your Quidditch uniform. “You Ravenclaws are all the same.”

You splutter. “Excuse me?”

“You think you’re better than everyone. Smarter than everyone. You even think you’re better than the other Ravenclaws because you pretend not to be a know-it-all like the rest.”

You can feel your pulse quickening. So that’s what he thinks, is it? You’re not sure whether you want to slap him, kiss him or put him in his place.

“Well, maybe I am a know-it-all,” you bite, deciding on the latter. “At least I’m clever enough to know when someone fancies me!”

“Are you sure?” He stares down at you intently and every fibre of your being is telling you to kiss him. But you thought you were sure before- minutes ago you’d never been so sure until he cheerfully told you he had a date with someone else.

You stick out your chin defiantly. “Yeah. I am.”

“Well, maybe you’re not as clever as you think.”

You refuse to let an idiot like McLaggen insult your intelligence. “Oh yeah? At least I’m cleverer than you.”

“I’m just as smart as you. We get the same marks in Potions!”

“Only because you’re SIughorn’s favourite. And I helped you in the first lesson!”

“How are you still annoyed about that?!” he asks in exasperation. “And you can get rid of that chip on your shoulder now you’ve been invited to his party.”

You cross your arms, searching for a response but he beats you to it and powers on.

“And I thought you didn’t want to come on principle, anyway? That you were just coming with me because you fancy Gwenog Jones?”

“I’ve never said that I like Gwen it was you who said - ugh, never mind.” And it dawns on you that he’s so thick that he can only see you as the girl who went out with a female Quidditch player.

You stare at each other furiously for a few seconds - your arms crossed, his fists clenched, both of your hearts pounding. He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something but you cut him off because you can feel your eyes burning.

“Whatever McLaggen. I’ll see you and Granger at the party.”

And with that you stamp off, leaving McLaggen to watch your trail of muddy footprints up the marble staircase.

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You do a perfunctory round of the post-match celebrations in the common room, giving congratulations to your team and accepting a butterbeer when it’s thrust into your hand. Avoiding Cho, you sneak up to the dormitory- you know she’d be able to tell something was up immediately.

When you enter the seventh-year dorm, you see Marietta is already in her four-poster bed, wearing a puce-coloured clay facemask and reading a magazine.

“Oh,” she says, pulling the magazine over her face. “I didn’t expect you to be back up here so soon.”

You sit on the edge of her bed and pull the magazine down so you can speak to her.

“I-” You blink back tears. “I hate boys, Marietta. I don’t know how you do it.”

She climbs out of bed and puts an arm around you, even though you’re getting mud all over her bedsheets. Her small act of kindness sets off the cascade. Hot, wet tears roll down your face and onto the magazine that she’s still holding. The sultry-looking girl in a low cut dress on the front cover gives you a disgusted look and hides out of frame to avoid getting wet.

The dormitory door opens and shuts behind you and you quickly wipe your face to turn around to see that it’s only Cho. Her cheery face drops when she sees your red eyes and Marietta’s arm around you.

“What happened down there?”

You dry your eyes and tell them all about your argument with McLaggen. And boy, are Marietta and Cho good at this - they curse him and scoff at all the right parts and they’re both positively fizzing when you get to the part about Hermione Granger.

They both hug you and tell you what an idiot McLaggen is- ‘Of course, we knew that all along, you only liked him because he’s tall and plays Quidditch.’ - and what a complete cow Hermione is. By the time you’ve got everything out in the open, you’re surprised at how considerably better you feel.

Eventually, Cho asks, as if worried she’ll anger you. “Do you think he thinks you’re gay?”

You sigh and nod resignedly- you’ve already worked out that’s probably why this whole thing has happened. There’s never been the right time to tell him- it feels too awkward to come right out and drop it into the conversation that you like boys too without it feeling like you’re dropping a serious hint.

“You know what you need to do, right?” asks Marietta. “You need to go to the party with a boy.”

“What, to make him jealous or something?”

“Yes,” say Cho and Marietta in unison.

“I don’t think he’d care, honestly. He just asked me as friends.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Marietta looks at you like you’re being purposefully obtuse. “You spend all your free time on the Quidditch pitch with him. And the way you two carry on in Potions? He’s always looking at you.”

“He’s probably just copying my work.”

“Sure, that’s why he always lets you walk in front of him on the way out. So he can look at your cauldron,” giggles Cho.

“I think even Slughorn has noticed,” says Marietta. “It’s probably part of the reason why he invited you. Thinks himself a matchmaker.”

You groan. “We’ll it doesn’t matter anyway as he’s ditched me for Granger.”

“Well, we’re taking a leaf out of Hermione’s book. We need to find someone for you who will really annoy McLaggen.”

“Ugh, there’s literally nobody else I like.” You groan. “And I hate the idea that a man is a solution to this problem.”

“You don’t need to fancy them. They just need to be objectively good-looking. Good looking enough that Cormac notices.”

“What about Terry Boot?” asks Cho.

“No. Nobody from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. I don’t want this to jeopardise the Cup.”

Marietta rolls her eyes. “Blaise Zabini?” she asks.

“Preferably someone who hasn’t ever openly called people like me ‘mudblood’ either… What about McLaggen’s mate, Eddie Carmichael? He is Head Boy.” you suggest.

“No!” says Marietta, a little too quickly.

You look between her and Cho as they look wide-eyed in alarm at each other. Marietta blushes scarlet under her facemask.

“Alright, fine. I won’t ask Carmichael lest I feel Marietta’s wrath,” you grin.

“What about the Hufflepuff Captain? Zacharias Smith? He’s always slagging off Gryffindor, that would piss McLaggen off,” suggests Cho.

“And he loves you. He couldn’t stop talking about you during the game today,” says Marietta.

“That’s kind of the commentator’s job, Marietta,” says Cho but Marietta just shrugs.

“Fine, I’ll ask Smith.” You get up and march to your wardrobe like you’re explaining Quidditch tactics- you might as well be. If this was a game you were going to be the victor. “Now… about my dress. I’ve been thinking that this one isn’t going to cut it.”

“What?” gasps Marietta. “But it’s so pretty!”

“Yes, pretty. But it’s not sexy. I want the teachers to consider expelling me when they see it.”

You pull the long, blue satin dress out and hang it on the railing of your four-poster bed.

“Marietta, you’re the best in the whole school at Transfiguration. Can you do it for me, please?”

She ties her hair out of her face, stands up with her magazine in one hand and the other pointing her wand at your dress.

“Let’s make McLaggen regret every decision he’s ever made when he sees you.”

Chapter 5: Firewhisky

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“Who are you looking for?” Maxim asked. His hand closed around my arm, a silent reprimand.

“Robert.” I allowed him to pull me closer. I suppose it was undignified, standing on tiptoes to look for a footman. “I want him to fetch Mrs Danvers.”

“What for?”

I cast around for an answer. “That dish over there looks almost empty. It should have been refilled already.”

“I doubt you have to tell her that personally,” Maxim said dismissively. “That woman runs like clockwork. She’ll have given instructions.”

“I just—“ Maxim’s fingers twitched around my arm when I continued to argue. “You always want me to take a more active part in all this. I’m just trying to be a good hostess. I… I want to make you proud. Make you happy.”

Maxim shook his head, but there was amusement in his eyes now. “Go speak to her then, if it soothes you. I’ll be here waiting.”

“Thank you, Maxim.” I stood on tiptoe again and kissed him on the cheek.

I instructed Robert to send Mrs Danvers into the morning room. I went there to wait, leaning against the desk in the low light of the lamp over by the divan. She did not keep me waiting for long.

“Danny.” My face broke into a wide smile before I even knew what I was doing.

“Hush, I haven’t closed the door.”

“Hurry up then,” I said and giggled a little. Everything seemed brighter now that she was here, everything was more fun.

“You’ve had too much champagne.”

“I’ve had no more than anybody else.”

“Then you’re a leightweight.”

“Maybe.” I held out a hand. After a moment’s hesitation she came to meet me. “You’d know better than I do.”

“Now you’re verging into the vulgar.” She looked almost as stern as Maxim had earlier, but underneath her frown was something I never found with him: deep and lasting tenderness.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder. She humoured me, but I could feel her looking over her shoulder, checking that the door was still closed, that we were safe.

“I wish you could come out there with me.” I murmured the words against the side of her throat.

“I will be out there with you.” Her hands were on my hips, steadying me. Always so steady. My Danny. “Unheard and unseen as a good servant ought to be.”

“Well I don’t want that.” I knew I was being petulant, but the injustice of our situation weighed even heavier on me now that the champagne had loosened my tongue. “I want you loud and very very visible.”

She sighed and held me tighter. “My darling. You’d do well not to long for all sorts of things you can’t have.”

“But I have you, don’t I?”

“Always.”

“That’s good.” I drew back. I needed to see her, needed her to look at me. Her frown had dissolved into a small sad smile. I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, then turned her to face me properly. I was not too drunk to gauge her reaction, to anticipate how far she might dare to go in this unlocked room with dozens of people outside. Still, I had not reached her limit quite yet. I stood on tiptoe and kissed her again, my lips gentle against hers. I felt her sigh, but she did not push me away. She held me, and kissed me, and shook her head when my kisses became deeper, more demanding.

“Not here.”

“I know.”

“Maybe later.”

“Yes, maybe.”

We were both thinking the same thing. Maybe tonight, after Maxim had gone to sleep, I would find my way to her bed or she to mine. Always quiet. Always careful. Maxim could never know. No one could ever know.

“I had better go,” Danny said. She untangled herself from my embrace, patted my cheek. “Make myself invisible.”

“And I’ll go play Mrs de Winter.” I did my best to feign enthusiasm.

“You’re getting very good at it, you know.”

“You have to say that.”

Danny shrugged. Before I could hold her back, she had made her way to the door, had opened it a crack, ready to slip outside when no one was looking.

“Mrs Danvers,” I called. She turned. “There was one thing—”

“I gave orders for more asparagus to be brought upstairs ten minutes ago. I noticed it was running low.”

“Oh, I… alright. Thank you, Mrs Danvers.”

She gave me a curt nod and left the room, closing the door behind her.

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Taylor Swift and Your

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'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: Think of my head on your chest

Tim McGraw: I’m standing on your street and there’s a letter left on your doorstep

Picture to Burn: I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me

Picture to Burn: So go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy

Picture to Burn: There’s nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends

Picture to Burn: If you’re missing me, you’d better keep it to yourself cause coming back around here would be bad for your health

Tied Together With A Smile: Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you

Stay Beautiful: I hope your life leads you back to my door

Stay Beautiful: I hope your life leads you back to my front door

Should’ve Said No: I should’ve been there in the back of your mind

Mary’s Song (Oh My My): Your eyes still shined little pretty lights

Mary’s Song (Oh My My): 2 AM riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

Our Song: Sneaking out late, tapping on your window

Our Song: When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Friday night beneath the stars in a field beneath your yard

Invisible: She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile

Invisible: I just wanna open your eyes and make you realize

A Perfectly Good Heart: And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fearless: Run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you

Fearless: I wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat, you put your eyes on me, in this moment now capture it, remember it

Fifteen: It’s the morning of your very first day

Fifteen: You say “Hi” to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile

Fifteen: It’s your freshman year and you’re gonna be here for the next four years in this town

Fifteen: And then you’re on your very first date and he’s got a car and you’re feeling like flying

Fifteen: And your mama’s waiting up and you’re thinking he’s the one and you’re dancing ‘round the room when the night ends

Fifteen: When you’re fifteen and your first kiss makes your head spin round

Fifteen: But in your life you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team

Fifteen: Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

Fifteen: Your very first day, take a deep breath, girl

Love Story: See you make your way through the crowd and say “Hello”

Love Story: So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while

Love Story: I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

Hey Stephen: Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window, I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold

White Horse: Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around

White Horse: Maybe I was naïve, got lost in your eyes

White Horse: And there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me

White Horse: Cause I’m not your princess, this ain’t a fairytale

White Horse: And it’s too late for you and your white horse, now it’s too late for you and your white horse to catch me now

You Belong With Me: You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset

You Belong With Me: She’s going off about something that you said 'cause she doesn’t get your humor like I do

You Belong With Me: She’ll never know your story like I do

You Belong With Me: Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans

You Belong With Me: Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

You Belong With Me: I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams

Breathe: I see your face in my mind as I drive away

Tell Me Why: I’m sick and tired of your attitude

Tell Me Why: And here’s to you and your temper

Tell Me Why: I’m sick and tired of your reasons

You’re Not Sorry: You got your share of secrets and I’m tired of being last to know

The Way I Loved You: It’s 2 AM and I’m cursing your name

Forever & Always: I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye

Forever & Always: It rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong

Forever & Always: I looked into your eyes, thought I knew you for a minute, now I’m not so sure

The Best Day: I hear your laugh and you look up smiling at you

The Best Day: I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

The Best Day: And I love you for giving me your eyes

Change: But there’s something in your eyes says we can beat this

Change: It’s a revolution, throw your hands up

Jump Then Fall: We’re on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

Jump Then Fall: Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face

Jump Then Fall: I love each freckle on your face

Jump Then Fall: When people say things that bring you to your knees, I’ll catch you

Untouchable: It’s like a million little stars spelling out your name

Untouchable: Like a million little stars spelling on your name, spelling out your name, oh

Come In With The Rain: I know all the steps up to your door but I don’t wanna go there anymore

Come In With The Rain: I’m too tired at night to call your name

Come In With The Rain: Talk to yourself, talk to the tears

Come In With The Rain: I’ve watched you so long, screamed your name

SuperStar: I can’t help but wish I could see your face

SuperStar: You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name

SuperStar: I knew when I saw your face I’d be counting down the ways to see you

The Other Side Of The Door: With your face and the beautiful eyes

The Other Side Of The Door: You carry me from your car up the stairs

Today Was A Fairytale: Nothing made sense ‘til the first time I saw your face

You All Over Me: But like the dollar in your pocket that’s been spent and traded in, you can’t change where it’s been

You All Over Me: With your hands in your pockets and your “don’t you wish you had me” grin

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Mr. every single day until the end I will be by your side

Mr. Perfectly Fine: How’s your heart after breaking mine?

Mr. Perfectly Fine: I’ve been Miss misery since your goodbye

Mr. Perfectly Fine: So dignified in your well pressed suit

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Sashay your way to your seat

We Were Happy: You threw your arms around my neck, back when I deserved it

We Were Happy: Talking ‘bout your daddy’s farm we were gonna buy someday

That’s When: When I see your face I’ll let you in

That’s When: Then through the phone came all your tears

That’s When: That’s when, when I saw your face

Bye Bye Baby: All I have is your sympathy

Bye Bye Baby: I see your writing on the dash, then back to your hesitation

Bye Bye Baby: Feels like I’m becoming a part of your past

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’

Mine: You put your arm around me for the first time

Mine: There’s a drawer of my things at your place

Sparks Fly: I’ll run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Sparks Fly: Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to December: How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family?

Back to December: Your guard is up and I know why

Back to December: Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind

Back to December: When your birthday passed and I didn’t call

Back to December: You gave me all your love and all I gave you was “Goodbye”

Back to December: I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right

Back to December: And how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry

Back to December: So if the chain is on your door, I understand

Speak Now: I sneak in and see your friends and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

Speak Now: I am hiding in the curtains, it seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be

Speak Now: Your time is running out and they said, “Speak now”

Speak Now: I hear the preacher say, “Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Dear John: And I lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday

Dear John: Or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love then take it away

Dear John: You’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand

Dear John: Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?

Dear John: Never impressed by me acing your tests

Dear John: But I took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now

Dear John: I’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Mean: You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me

Mean: You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I’m wounded

Mean: You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation

The Story Of Us: You’re doing your best to avoid me

The Story Of Us: You held your pride like you should have held me

The Story Of Us: The battle’s in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you said you’d rather love than fight

Never Grow Up: Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger and it’s so quiet in the world tonight

Never Grow Up: Your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

Never Grow Up: I won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let no one break your heart

Never Grow Up: You’re in the car on the way to the movies and you’re mortified your mom’s dropping you off

Never Grow Up: At fourteen there’s just so much you can’t do and you can’t wait to move out someday and call your own shots

Never Grow Up: And don’t lose the way that you dance around in your PJs getting ready for school

Never Grow Up: Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room

Never Grow Up: Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said and all your little brother’s favorite songs

Enchanted: Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face

Enchanted: Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”

Enchanted: Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me

Enchanted: The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy

Enchanted: My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

Better Than Revenge: I’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

Innocent: I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath

Innocent: Lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind trying to get it back

Innocent: Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Innocent: It’s all right, just wait and see, your string of lights is still bright to me, oh

Innocent: Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catching days?

Innocent: Lost your balance on a tightrope, oh, it’s never too late to get it back

Haunted: Something’s made your eyes go cold

Last Kiss: I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58

Last Kiss: The beat of your heart, it jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms

Last Kiss: But now I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes

Last Kiss: Your name, forever the name on my lips

Last Kiss: I do remember the swing of your step

Last Kiss: Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

Last Kiss: I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

Last Kiss: So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

Last Kiss: You can plan for a chance in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind

Long Live: You held your head like a hero on a history book page

Long Live: We are the kings and the queens, you traded your baseball cap for a crown

Long Live: I was screaming, “Long live that look on your face”

Long Live: And long, long live that look on your face

Ours: So don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine

Ours: Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me

Ours: And you’ll say, don’t you worry your pretty little mind

Ours: Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong

Ours: ‘Cause I love the gap between your teeth

Ours: Any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored, cause my heart is yours

Electric Touch: Just an hour ‘til your car’s in the driveway

Electric Touch: Got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

Electric Touch: I want you now, want to need you forever in the heat of your electric touch

Electric Touch: Got a feeling your electric touch

When Emma Falls In Love: ‘Cause she’ll call you out, she’ll put you in your place

I Can See You: If you only knew, oh-oh, oh, oh, that I can see you throw your jacket on the floor

I Can See You: I could see you in your suit and your necktie

I Can See You: And I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

Foolish One: My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

Foolish One: And the voices say, “You are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”

Foolish One: Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come

Foolish One: ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around

Foolish One: But then the voices say, “You are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”

Foolish One: ‘Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

Foolish One: I’ll get your longing glances, but she’ll get your ring

Foolish One: Foolish one, the day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done

Timeless: I would’ve read your love letters every single night and prayed to god you’d be coming home all right

Timeless: If I first saw your face in the 1500s off in a foreign land and I was forced to marry another man

Timeless: I would have read your love letters every single night and run away and left it all behind

Timeless: Time breaks down your mind and body, don’t let it touch your soul

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

State Of Grace: Up in your room and our slates are clean

Red: Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free fall

Red: Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song

Treacherous: Put your lips close to mine as long as they don’t touch

Treacherous: I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands

Treacherous: Your name has echoed through my mind

I Knew You Were Trouble: I was in your sights, you got me alone

I Knew You Were Trouble: A new notch in your belt is all I’ve ever be

All Too Well: I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now

All Too Well: Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze

All Too Well: Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red

All Too Well: Your mother’s telling stories about you on the tee ball team

All Too Well: You taught me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me

All Too Well: After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own

I Almost Do: I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking at out at the city

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: And you would hide away and find your peace of mind

The Last Time: I find myself at your door, just like all those times before

The Last Time: I imagine you at home, in your room, all alone

The Last Time: And you open your eyes into mine

The Last Time: And right before your eyes, I’m breaking

The Last Time: Put my name at the top of your list

The Last Time: You find yourself at my door, and just like all those times before, you wear your best apology

The Last Time: And right before your eyes, I’m aching

Holy Ground: And I see your face in every crowd

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Long, handwritten notes deep in your pocket

Sad Beautiful Tragic: I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket

Sad Beautiful Tragic: And you’ve got your demons, and, darling, they all look like me

The Lucky One: Now it’s big black cards and Riviera views and your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you

The Lucky One: And your secrets end up splashed on the news front page

The Lucky One: All the young things line up to take your place

The Lucky One: They still tell the legend of how you disappeared, how you took the money and your dignity and got the hell out

Everything Has Changed: All I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile

Everything Has Changed: Your eyes look like coming home

Everything Has Changed: You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

Everything Has Changed: So dust off your highest hopes

Everything Has Changed: All my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: He said, “Look at you, worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way”

Begin Again: And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

Begin Again: But you start to talk about the movies that your family watches every single Christmas and I want to talk to about that

The Moment I Knew: Now I just wanna be alone but your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong

The Moment I Knew: What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?

Come Back… Be Here: One last kiss, then catch your flight

Girl At Home: I see you turn off your phone

Girl At Home: Call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl

Girl At Home: I wanna see you pick up your phone and tell her you’re coming home

Ronan: I remember your bare feet down the hallway

Ronan: I remember your little laugh

Ronan: I remember your blue eyes looking into mine, like we had our own secret club

Ronan: I remember the last day when I kissed your face and whispered in your ear

Ronan: What if I’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you?

Ronan: I remember your bare feet down the hallway

Better Man: And it was always on your terms

Better Man: But your jealousy, oh, I can hear it now

Nothing New: Girls, go out and have your fun

Nothing New: When you can’t blame it on my youth and roll your eyes with affection

Nothing New: Are we only biding time ‘til I lose your attention?

Babe: What about your promises, promises?

Babe: What about your promises, promises. Promises?

Babe: And it’s strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent

Babe: Your secret has its consequence, and that’s on you, babe

Babe: Her lips on your neck, I can’t unsee it

Message In A Bottle: But time moves faster, replaying your laughter

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you’re just fine, fast asleep in your city that’s better than mine

I Bet You Think About Me: And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and I’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me

I Bet You Think About Me: Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles

I Bet You Think About Me: You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

I Bet You Think About Me: I don’t have to be your shrink to know that you’ll never be happy

I Bet You Think About Me: Now you’re out in the world, searching for your soul

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you’re out at your cool indie music concerts every week

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million dollar couch

Forever Winter: If I was standing there in your apartment, I’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it

Forever Winter: I’d say I love you even at your darkest and please don’t go

Forever Winter: I’ll be your summer sun forever

Run: There’s a chain ‘round your throat

Run: Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes

Run: And the note from the locket, you keep it in your pocket

Run: There’s a heart on your sleeve, I’ll take it when I leave

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): I was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, “I’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age”

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones

'1989 (Taylor's Version)'

Blank Space: Grab your passport and my hand

Blank Space: I’ve got a blank space, baby, and I’ll write your name

Blank Space: You’re the king, baby, I’m your queen

Style: You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

Out Of The Woods: We were lying on your couch, I remember

Out Of The Woods: Your necklace hanging from my neck

All You Had To Do Was Stay: Had me in the palm of your hand

I Wish You Would: It’s 2 AM in your car

I Wish You Would: See your face, hear my voice in the dark

Bad Blood: Did you think we’d be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife

Wildest Dreams: Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams

How You Get The Girl: Broke your heart, I’ll put it back together

How You Get The Girl: Tell her how you must have lost your mind

This Love: Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave

This Love: Your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees

I Know Places: You stand with your hand on my waistline

I Know Places: In the dead of night, your eyes so green

Wonderland: Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me?

Wonderland: I felt your arms twisting around me

You Are In Love: The light reflects the chain on your neck

You Are In Love: He says “Look up” and your shoulders brush

You Are In Love: For once, you let you go of your fears and your ghosts

"Slut!": Half asleep, taking your time in the tangerine neon light

"Slut!": Half awake, taking your chances, it's a big mistake

"Slut!": I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"

Say Don't Go: Now your silence has me screaming, screaming

Say Don't Go: And I'm yours, but you're not mine

Now That We Don't Talk: You grew your hair long

Now That We Don't Talk: I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost

Now That We Don't Talk: What do you tell your friends we shared dinners, long weekends with?

Suburban Legends: Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block

Is It Over Now?: I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters

Is It Over Now?: Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Is It Over Now?: "Come here," I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out

Is It Over Now?: Your new girl is my clone

Sweeter Than Fiction: Seen you fall, seen you crawl on your knees, eh eh

Sweeter Than Fiction: Seen you lost in a crowd, seen your colors fade

Sweeter Than Fiction: Your eyes, wider the distance

Sweeter Than Fiction: All you got, all you got are your shattered hopes

Sweeter Than Fiction: And when they call your name and they put your picture in a frame, you know that I’ll be there time and again

'reputation'

End Game: I wanna be your end game

End Game: I wanna be your first string

End Game: I wanna be your A-Team

End Game: I wanna be your end game, end game

End Game: For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

End Game: I can’t let you go, your hand prints on my soul

End Game: It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold

Don’t Blame Me: I’m insane, but I’m your baby

Don’t Blame Me: Echoes of your name inside my mind

Don’t Blame Me: I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy

Don’t Blame Me: I would fall from grace just to touch your face

Delicate: Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

Delicate: Long night, with your hands up in my hair

Delicate: Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

Delicate: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you’re mine all the damn time

Look What You Made Me Do: I don’t like your little games

Look What You Made Me Do: Don’t like your tilted stage

Look What You Made Me Do: I don’t like your perfect crime

Look What You Made Me Do: I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red underlined

Look What You Made Me Do: I don’t like your kingdom keys

Look What You Made Me Do: Maybe I got mine but you’ll all get yours

Look What You Made Me Do: I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

So It Goes…: Lipstick on your face

So It Goes…: I’m yours to keep and I’m yours to lose

So It Goes…: All eyes on me, your illusionist

So It Goes…: I make all your gray days clear

So It Goes…: But I got your heart skippin’, skip, skippin’ when I’m gone

So It Goes…: Scratches down your back now

Gorgeous: You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

Gorgeous: I can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face

Getaway Car: I struck a match and blew your mind

Getaway Car: There were sirens in the beat of your heart

King Of My Heart: Salute to me, I’m your American Queen

King Of My Heart: Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

King Of My Heart: The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Picture of your face in an invisible locket

Dress: Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Dress: Carve your name into my bedpost

Dress: Flashback when you met me, your buzz cut and my hair bleached

Dress: I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side

New Year’s Day: I want your midnights, but I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: Your name on my lips, tongue-tied

I Forgot That You Existed: Would’ve been right there, front row, even if nobody came to your show

Cruel Summer: And it’s new, the shape of your body

Cruel Summer: Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

Lover: My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue

Lover: And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

The Archer: I search for your dark side

Paper Rings: The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

Paper Rings: Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed

Paper Rings: Which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall

Paper Rings: Three times cause you waited your whole life

Paper Rings: I want your complications too

Paper Rings: I want your dreary Mondays

Paper Rings: Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Cornelia Street: And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

Cornelia Street: Jacket round my shoulders is yours

Cornelia Street: But then you called, showed your hand

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

London Boy: Stick with me, I’m your queen

False God: Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town

False God: Religion’s in your lips

You Need To Calm Down: And I ain’t tryna to mess with your self expression

You Need To Calm Down: You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace and control your urges to scream about all the people you hate

Afterglow: I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Afterglow: It’s on your face, and I’m to blame

Afterglow: It’s on your face, don’t walk away

Afterglow: Tell me that I’m all you want even when I break your heart

ME!: Living in winter, I am your summer

Daylight: Back and forth from New York, sneaking in your bed

'folklore'

The 1: Having adventures on your own

The 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

Cardigan: Dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Cardigan: You put me on and said I was your favorite

Cardigan: Playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends

Cardigan: Your heartbeat on the High Line, once in twenty lifetimes

Exile: I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body

Exile: I can see you staring, honey, like he’s just your understudy

Exile: Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me

Exile: I’m not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?

Exile: I never learned to read your mind

My Tears Ricochet: But you would still miss me in your bones

My Tears Ricochet: You turned into your worst fears

Mirrorball: I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight

Seven: Cross your heart, won’t tell no other

Seven: And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you

Seven: Your braids like a pattern

Seven: I think your house is haunted

Seven: Your dad is always mad and that must be why

Seven: Pack your dolls and a sweater, we’ll move to India forever

August: Salt air and the rust on your door

August: Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it

This Is Me Trying: Maybe I don’t quite know what to say but I’m here in your doorway

Illicit Affairs: Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Illicit Affairs: Tell your friends you’re out for a run

Illicit Affairs: Tell yourself you can always stop

Invisible String: Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop

Invisible String: Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to LA

Mad Woman: What do you sing on your drive home?

Mad Woman: And you find something to wrap your noose around

Mad Woman: My cannons all firing at your yacht

Mad Woman: Women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you

Epiphany: Keep your helmet, keep your life, son

Epiphany: Just a flesh wound, here’s your rifle

Epiphany: Holds your hand through plastic now

Betty: I won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but I think it’s ‘cause of me

Betty: One time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house, it’s like I couldn’t breathe

Betty: But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me?

Betty: I know where it all went wrong, your favorite song was playing from the far side of the gym

Betty: Betty, I’m here on your doorstep

Betty: So I showed up at your party

Betty: Yeah, I showed up at your party

Betty: Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?

Betty: Will it patch your broken wings?

Betty: Standing in your cardigan

Peace: But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm

Peace: If your cascade ocean wave blues come

Peace: Your integrity makes me seem small

Peace: It’s like I’m wasting your honor

Peace: Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother

Hoax: Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in

Hoax: My best laid plan, your sleight of hand

Hoax: I am ash from your fire

'evermore'

Willow: I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Willow: I never would have known from the look on your face

Willow: Lost in your current like a priceless wine

Willow: Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Willow: I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face

Champagne Problems: I dropped your hand while dancing

Champagne Problems: Your mom’s ring in your pocket

Champagne Problems: My picture in your wallet

Champagne Problems: Your heart was glass, I dropped it

Champagne Problems: You told your family for a reason

Champagne Problems: Your sister splashed out on the bottle

Champagne Problems: Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems

Champagne Problems: Love slipped beyond your reaches

Champagne Problems: Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure

Champagne Problems: She’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred and hold your hand while dancing

Champagne Problems: Her picture in your wallet

Gold Rush: I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Gold Rush: With your hair falling into place like dominoes

Gold Rush: I see me padding across your wooden floors

Gold Rush: At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit

Gold Rush: My mind turns your life into folklore

Gold Rush: At dinner parties, I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit

‘Tis The Damn Season: Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

‘Tis The Damn Season: Now I’m missing your smile

‘Tis The Damn Season: I’ll be yours for the weekend

Tolerate It: I sit and watch you reading with your head low

Tolerate It: I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

Tolerate It: Use my best colors for your portrait

Tolerate It: I take your indiscretions all in good fun

Tolerate It: Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Happiness: Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

Happiness: I hope she’ll be your beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you

Happiness: I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night

Happiness: Now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head

Dorothea: The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

Dorothea: When it was calmer, skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes

Coney Island: Disappointments, close your eyes

Coney Island: Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

Coney Island: When I got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face

Coney Island: When I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name

Ivy: Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

Ivy: My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Ivy: My house of story, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you

Ivy: Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

Ivy: He wants what’s only yours

Cowboy Like Me: You had some tricks up your sleeves

Cowboy Like Me: With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con

Long Story Short: If the shoe fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break

Long Story Short: When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

Long Story Short: And my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore

Long Story Short: Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing

Marjorie: Never be so polite, you forget your power

Marjorie: Watched as you signed your name, "Marjorie"

Marjorie: All your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me

Closure: Seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain

Closure: Yes, I got your letter

Closure: I know that it’s over, I don’t need your closure, your closure

Closure: I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life

It’s Time To Go: Not a twin from your dreams, she’s a crook who was caught

It’s Time To Go: The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul

It’s Time To Go: Twenty years at your job, then the son of the boss gets the spot that was yours

It’s Time To Go: And you know, in your soul

'Midnights'

Lavender Haze: All they keep asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride

Lavender Haze: Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral

Lavender Haze: Get it off your chest, get if off my desk

Maroon: We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again

Maroon: Laughing with your feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend

Maroon: “How’d we end on the floor, anyway?” You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”

Maroon: The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

Maroon: Sobbing with your head in your hands

Maroon: And I wake with your memory over me

Anti-Hero: Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city

Snow On The Beach: But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I hear it in your voice, you’re smoking with your boys

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I touch my phone as if it’s your face

You’re On Your Own, Kid: You’re on your own, kid

Question…?: Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room and every single one of your friends was making fun of you?

Question…?: She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night

Vigilante Shit: Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

Vigilante Shit: Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife

Vigilante Shit: And she looks so pretty, driving in your Benz

Bejeweled: Don’t put me in the basement when I want the penthouse of your heart

Labyrinth: You would break your back to make me break a smile

Karma: Weave your little webs of opacity

Karma: My pennies made your crown

Karma: Karma is the thunder rattling your ground

Karma: Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter

Sweet Nothing: A pebble that we picked up last July, deep down inside your pocket

Sweet Nothing: I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Mastermind: The first night that you saw me I knew I wanted your body

Mastermind: I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk on your face

The Great War: Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

The Great War: Your finger on my hairpin trigger

The Great War: I vowed I would always be yours, ‘cause we survived the Great War

The Great War: I will always be yours ‘cause we survived the Great War

The Great War: I vowed I will always be yours

Paris: Your ex-friend’s sister met someone at a club, and he kissed her

Paris: Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

Paris: Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Paris: We drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

High Infidelity: Put on your records and regret me

High Infidelity: Put on your headphones and burn my city

High Infidelity: Your picket fence is sharp as knives

High Infidelity: Put on your records and regret meeting me

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: If I was a child, did it matter if you got to wash your hands?

Dear Reader: Dear reader, get out your map, pick somewhere and just run

Dear Reader: Dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives, and if you don’t recognize yourself, that means you did it right

Dear Reader: The greatest of luxuries is your secrets

Hits Different: I slur your name ‘til someone puts me in a car

Hits Different: A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

Hits Different: Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Hits Different: I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway

Hits Different: Is that your key in the door?

You’re Losing Me: Fighting in only your army

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: A heart is drawn around your name in someone’s handwriting, not mine

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Your past and mine are parallel lines

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Your mother brought you up, loyal and kind

Beautiful Eyes: Your beautiful eyes stare right into my eyes

Beautiful Eyes: You’re here, your eyes are looking into mine

Beautiful Eyes: I’m looking through your, I’m looking through your eyes

Beautiful Eyes: I’ll be your everything tonight

Beautiful Eyes: Let me see your dream about, dream about, dream about your eyes

Best Days Of Your Life: Cause I’ll be there in the back of your mind

Best Days Of Your Life: It’s just too bad you already had the best days, the best days of your life

Best Days Of Your Life: Wrapped me in your arms and how you told me I’d be the only one?

Best Days Of Your Life: Of your life, oh, oh yeah

Best Days Of Your Life: You’re gonna think of me in your life

Christmas Must Be Something More: And put a wreath up on your door

Christmas Must Be Something More: And everybody’s here, it seems the last thing on your mind

Christmas Tree Farm: Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm

Christmases When You Were Mine: I’ll be you got your mom another sweater, and were your cousins late again?

Crazier: Feels like I’m falling and I am lot in your eyes

Crazier: As you made life your own, every sky was your own kind of blue

Eyes Open: Keep your ey-eyes open

Eyes Open: Keep your eyes open

Eyes Open: You’ve just gotta keep your eyes open

Eyes Open: Keep your feet ready

Eyes Open: Keep your aim locked

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: I just wanna keep calling your name

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Now I’m in a cab, I tell him where your place is

If This Was A Movie: Wrapped up in your arms and our friends are laughing

If This Was A Movie: Now I’m pacing down the hall, chasing down your street

Only The Young: It keeps me awake, the look on your face

Renegade: I tapped on your window on your darkest nice

Renegade: Let all your damage damage me?

Renegade: Carry your baggage up my street and make me your future history?

Renegade: Open the blinds, let me see your face

Renegade: Is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together so I can love you?

Renegade: Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?

Renegade: You fire off missiles cause you hate yourself, but do you know you’re demolishing me?

Safe and Sound: I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, “I’ll never let you go”

Safe and Sound: When all those shadows almost killed your light

Safe and Sound: Just close your eyes

Safe and Sound: Don’t you dare look out your window, darling

The Alcott: And there you are, sitting as usual with your golden notebook

The Alcott: I had to do something to break into your golden thinking

The Alcott: You tell me your problems

The Alcott: Have I become one of your problems?

This Is What You Came For: I say, “Your place” when we leave

Two Is Better Than One: I remember every look upon your face

Two Is Better Than One: The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can change your mind, that’s just the way it comes

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: But you’ll always find your way back home

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can change your style

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can change your jeans

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: Your best friends, your little hometown, waiting up wherever you go now

Official Alternate Versions

If This Was A Movie (2010 Version): Locked up in your arms and our friends are laughing

Gold Rush (Clean Version): At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian wit

Gold Rush (Clean Version): At dinner parties, I won't call you out on your contrarian wit

Happiness (Clean Version): And I pulled your body into mine every long cold night, now I get fake niceties

Ivy (Clean Version): Oh, I can't, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Maroon (Clean Version): You say, “Your roommate’s cheapest screw-top rosé, that’s how”

Maroon (Clean Version): Sobbing with your head in your hands, ain’t that the way it always ends?

Anti-Hero (feat. Bleachers): Too hurt to hang out, talking shit about your famous baby

Question…? (Clean Version): She was on your mind with some meathead guy that you saw that night

#taylor swift #lyrics #taylorswiftandx #lyric parallels #your #yours #yourself

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applepi-1 · 7 months

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It’s always been you -Bokuto

Pt. 2 to Never too late. I’ve had people ask for a part 2 of this one so I hope this feels your needs. ��🏻

You woke up rolling over to an empty bed, you sighed and slipped out of it. Walking down the hall you spotted your friend cooking breakfast. “Cooking for two I hope.”

“Hey, morning, how are you feeling?”

“Tired. Has he called?” She looked at you with sad eyes.

“Ten times this morning,” she looked down at her phone as it vibrated on the counter, “make that eleven, are you ever going to talk to him?”

“I don’t know. It’s been weeks… they called the wedding off and now it’s back on apparently. I just… feel like I meant nothing to him.”

“If you meant nothing, why is he calling?”

“To apologize for ruining what was left of our friendship, duh. To reject me, let me down slowly.”

“You’re reading into this, call him.” You sighed reaching for the phone you answered the call.

“Bo.”

“Y/n? I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“I seen.”

“You seen? What’s going on?”

“You’re getting married, Bokuto.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean yes, but no, I don’t want to marry her.”

“Then call it off.”

“I can’t.”

“Bokuto. I love you.” He sighed on the other end, “but you are not mine, dont call again.” You hung up looking down at the phone, hopping it’ll ring.

“Sweety…” your friend walked around the table hugging you.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. I’m sure he loves you.”

“I guess love lost its meaning over the years, I’m going back to bed.”

“But I made breakfast.”

“Not hungry.” You walked off to your room shutting your door as you shut your eyes tightly, sliding down the door. You felt tears fall as your head fell against the door, you wanted to disappear, to go back in time and never sleep with him again. But you would, you know if you’d get the chance you’d do it again.

—

Bokuto looked down at his phone about to call again when his fiancé walked in. “Bo, still no answer from your mom? That’s like the 12th time you called she’ll call back.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, uh, she answered.”

“Oh? Did she tell y/n were back on?”

“Yeah, she’s not coming.”

“Good. Good. I’m glad we worked things out.”

“We didn’t work anything out.”

“What?”

“We didn’t work things out. I could’ve been happy by now, what do you want from me? Just let the dog go home.”

“Bokuto, what are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes walking away from her.

“Nothing.”

—

You’ve been invited to Bokuto and F/N wedding

You stared down at the piece of paper wondering how it came to this. “Are you going to go?”

“Why would I?”

“To be the one to stand up and say I object.”

“G/n.”

“What you could be like that Taylor swift song, ‘I heard the preacher say ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ there’s a silence, here’s my last chance, I stand up with shakey hands, all eyes on me. Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you.’” You laughed as she sung the part and played with your hair.

“You wish.”

“He sees you there, he’ll choose you in a heartbeat. Meet him halfway.”

“What if your wrong and he marries her?”

“He won’t.”

“And if he does?”

“I’ll kill him. Go get ready.”

—

When you get there you see her family sitting amongst themselves glaring and staring at other friends of yours and Bokutos. You see akaashi waiting with kuroo and walked over. “Boys.” They looked at you surprised, Kuroo smiled wrapping his arms around you.

“You came.”

“Like t-swift.”

“Okay no, I’m here supporting a friend.”

“In hopes he’ll see you and change his mind.”

“Kuroo.”

“What? We all want him too.”

“Why haven’t you guys said anything then? He listens to you Akaashi.”

“I tried, they have something on him.”

“What are you doing here?” You turned around seeing F/n.

“Supporting Bo, he’s still my best friend. Since his owner has him in a pound.”

“What is with you two and dog references? You know it doesn’t matter.” She took a champagne glass from a guess near by holding it up. “I’d like to make a toast to Y/n. Always the bridesmaids never the bride. Tell me, can a heart break when it stops beating?”

“I don’t know you tell me, you’re the one with frozen heart.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who slept with my fiancé.”

“You’re the one who slept with her maid of honors boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Y/n?” You stopped turning around to see Bokuto standing there with all his glory.

“Bo. You look nice.”

“So do you, hi,” he walked over reaching out to your arms. “You came.”

“I couldn’t miss it.”

“Bokuto, get rid of her.”

“No.”

“Do you want to try that?”

“You can spread as many rumors you’d like. I’m not marrying someone who’s petty and bitter.”

“Bo.”

“I shouldn’t of stupid enough in the first place to propose to you. And there’s only one person who’s allowed to call me Bo. And it’s not you. Back door in 10.”

“What?” You smiled as he grabbed your hand running towards the back door, you following as close as you can, thankful you didn’t wear a tight dress. “Bo wait.” He stopped bending over to catch his breath.

“That’s some Taylor swift you pulled. Coming here like that.”

“You can always go back.” He looked at you and smiled, bending down to capture your lips, you gripped his arms stealing yourself.

“Absolutely not. Like I said before, it’s always been you. I wish you would’ve answered when I called the first 100 times.”

“I’m here now. I’m right here.” He smiled resting his forehead against yours.

#bokuto x fem!reader #haikyuu #fluff #cute haikyuu #angst #confessions #haikyuuimagines #haikyuu!!#bokuto x y/n #married #taylorswift speak now

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So Few Come And Don’t Go

:Patience series part four:

In which: they receive their second placement and hard conversations are had.

Word count: 3506(it’s a long one)

TW: illusions to abuse. I can’t think of any others but if you see any let me know and I’ll be sure to tag them.

A/N: this came out way longer than expected. Also I feel like I’m lying to y’all bc I said this wasn’t gonna be super angsty and legit every part has been angsty. I don’t know where all the angst came from, but the story refuses to get as fluffy as I wanted it to. And the other parts I’ve got planned are also pretty angsty. Sorry. As always no beta we die like goose. And a fun fact for y’all I almost always misspell naval as navel which are in fact two very different things.

-/-/-/-

Ice is sitting at the table, hands folded, phone laying before him. He hasn’t been able to breathe properly since the call. The second his eyes meet Mav’s he deflates. Ice doesn’t know what Mav sees in his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to like it.

“Are you ok? You look like you might pass out.” Mav drops his keys on the table and steps around so he can place both hands on Ice’s cheeks. Ice grabs one of them and squeezes gently.

“They have another placement for us.” Ice finally tells him.

“Oh.”

“Her name’s Natasha. She’s fifteen and pregnant. No one will take her in. Not since she found out she was pregnant.”

“We will.” Mav says, voice firm. His heart breaks at the knowledge that no one wants to help this poor girl. Ice smiles at him.

“We will.” Ice agrees. “She’ll be here by dinner.”

“We need to go shopping!” Mav’s eyes light up and Ice gets that puddly feeling he’s come to associate with loving Mav. Mav tugs him from his chair, grabs his keys and pulls him toward the door.

“I love you.” Ice says. Mav stops to turn and look at him, study his face.

“I love you too.”

-/-/-/-

Mav goes a little crazy with the shopping, but Ice has no plans to stop him. They buy things for Natasha and a few things for her baby with plans of buying more.

The bedroom is still decorated from when they were expecting Josie so they take some time to adjust it for an older girl. The picture books and easy readers are carefully placed in boxes and shoved into the hall closet for a later date. They fill the shelves instead with some classics and a few of the current popular books for kids Natasha’s age as well Mav’s old record player and bin of vinyl.

They also purchased a selection of toiletries for her and a duffel bag, which was something that only occurred to them after Bob showed up with the saddest excuse of duffel bag either of them had ever seen.

Mav wishes he could do more to customize to Natasha’s likes, but that will have to wait until they get to know her.

At ten to five Ice starts prepping dinner, just a casserole and rolls, nothing fancy, but it’s still a homecooked meal.

Natasha and her social worker show up at five thirty. Natasha is carrying a black trash bag, holding it like she’s afraid they’ll take it from her. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail that does nothing to hide how matted it is. Her clothes are dirty, full of small holes and threadbare around the edges and her shirt is small enough that it does nothing to hide her small baby bump. She refuses to make eye contact with either of them.

Her social worker, Mira, smiles apologetically as she encourages Natasha to walk inside.

“Natasha these are the Kazanskys.” Mira says, resting her hand on Natasha’s shoulder. Mav doesn’t miss the way Natasha flinches at the contact.

“You can call me Tom.” Ice smiles and starts to offer her his hand, but stops when she doesn’t do more than glance up.

“I’m Pete.” Mav introduces himself. Natasha doesn’t say anything. “Why don’t I show you where you’ll be sleeping?” Mav suggests, smiling at her even though she has yet to look at him. She nods though and follows him up the stairs.

-/-/-/-

“Thank you so much for taking her in on such short notice. No one will take her now for fear she’ll be a bad influence in their kids and none of the in between houses have any space available.” Mira says, there are dark circles under her eyes.

“Of course.” Ice says giving her a smile. Mira starts rifling through the bag hanging off her arm. She pulls out a manila folder and offers it to him.

“That should have all the information you need, including all the info for her doctor.” Ice nods, flipping it open and scanning the first page.

“Thank you.” He tells her. She smiles, tired and sad.

“Mm. My number is in there. Feel free to call any time if you questions or . . . anything. I’ll check in in a few days.” With another tired smile she leaves.

-/-/-/-

Upstairs Natasha stands in the doorway to her bedroom, taking in all the details.

“Are-are you sure?” She asks, voice soft and tinged with fear. Mav understands and smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring way.

“Absolutely. We’ll take you clothes shopping at some point in the next couple days. And there’s a gift for you on the desk.” He nods at the large pastel gift bag covered in zoo animals and emblazoned with the words Oh Baby! Hesitantly Natasha steps into the room, trash bag still clutched in her hand. She shuffles over to the desk and carefully peers down into the gift bag. She gasps and let’s her bag drop to the floor beside her. She begins examining things from the bag, mostly neutral colored baby clothes, but there’s also a package of diapers, a soft yellow blanket and couple packages of gender neutral pacifiers.

“Wh-why?” She asks, turning to Mav, blanket held to her chest.

“Well, we figured you probably didn’t have anything for your baby, so we thought we’d at least help you get a start.” Her eyes are glassy with tears and Mav wants so badly to pull her into a hug, but he won’t initiate physical contact until she does.

“You-you didn’t have to do this.” She says, glancing back at the gift bag, guilt is written across her features and Mav hates it. “And you don’t need to take me clothes shopping.”

“We want to.” He promises. “We’re here to take care of you.” She holds the blanket a little tighter, “and that means helping you take care of your baby too.”

-/-/-/-

Natasha wants so desperately to believe him, but she’s not foolish enough to actually do it. A large part of her refuses to believe it isn’t some trick, that they won’t take it back later. It wouldn’t be the first time a foster family had done that to her.

She’ll hide it all later, when he leaves. It’s all she has for her baby and she needs it. It may very well be all she ever has and she can’t afford to have it taken away.

Pete shows her where the bathroom is and the linen closet and tells her she can take a shower before dinner if she wants. The idea of a shower does sound nice. She’s not sure when she had one last. Pete even offers her a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He tells her to put her dirty clothes outside the door and he’ll wash them for her.

She takes a short, tepid, shower (afraid she’ll get in trouble for using hot water without permission) and gets dressed in the soft blue t-shirt that’s several sizes too big and slips off one shoulder, and the grey sweats that actually fit pretty well all things considered. There’s a comb on the counter and she hesitates for a minute before deciding there’s no way they could find out if she uses it so long as she cleans her hair out of it, and sets about trying to detangle her hair. When the comb’s teeth snap as she’s tugging at a particularly large knot she wants to cry. She collects up the broken teeth and the comb and leaves the bathroom.

In the hall she bumps into a small boy with dark hair and glasses. They stare at each other in silence, sizing each other up. He glances down at the broken comb clutched in her hand. She moves her hand behind her back and walks past him.

She knows from experience that punishment is likely to be less severe if she comes clean immediately. And if she comes clean herself before the boy says something.

She finds Pete and Tom in the kitchen. Tom is mixing a collection of things in a casserole pan and Pete is sitting on the counter, swinging his legs a little and and eating shredded cheese straight from the bag.

“Hey!” Pete smiles at her, “get the shower figured out? It can be kind of temperamental.” She nods and then holds out the broken comb. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t meet his eyes. “Oh. Don’t worry about. We have more. They’re pretty cheap.” Pete looks at Tom. “We really should by a couple nicer combs. And a hairbrush.” Tom hums in agreement and throws the spoon he’d been using into the sink.

“You’re-you’re not mad?” She asks, so soft they barely catch it.

“Of course not. It’s a comb.” Tom says.

“But I used it without permission and then I broke it.” She says, finally making eye contact with Pete. Pete slides off the counter and steps closer to her, but still stays arms length away.

“I know how other people have reacted in situations like this, but I promise we will never be those people.” The sincerity in his eyes makes Natasha choke up. She blames it on her pregnancy. Stupid hormones.

-/-/-/-

Dinner is an unassuming affair for the most part. Natasha doesn’t move to fill her own plate and Mav doubts she will so he serves her and fills her glass. She looks afraid to touch it, like she thinks it’s all a trick.

“You should eat that while it’s still warm.” He tells her. She glances at him and then at her food before picking up her fork. After the first bite she shovels the food in faster than Mav or Ice would’ve expected. When her plate is clean she stares at the casserole dish longingly.

“Would you like more?” Ice asks, moving to grab the serving spoon. She nods hesitantly and slides her plate closer to him. While she resumes eating like it’ll be her last meal Ice turns worried eyes on Mav. Mav just mouths later.

Ice and Mav try to make conversation with her, but when it becomes clear she doesn’t want to talk they move to talking about school with Bob.

After dinner is consumed and the dishes clean Ice settles in his overstuffed brown leather rocker/recliner and Mav drops into his lap. Mav picks up their battered copy of East of Eden and starts to read. Bob sits on one end of the couch and begins working a beginner model plane. Natasha sits on the other end of the couch, arms wrapped around herself and listens until she eventually falls asleep.

Ice gingerly carries her up to bed and tucks her while Mav gets Bob settled then the two of them meet in their bedroom.

-/-/-/-

Mav wakes around two am. A nightmare this time, and he pads downstairs to make himself a cup of tea.

He’s sitting at the table, hands wrapped around his mug, waiting for his tea to steep when Natasha rounds the corner. She stops, eyes wide, looking very much akin to a deer in the headlights.

“I-I just wanted a glass of water.” She says.

“Oh. Yeah, sure. D’you want some hot chocolate?” She looks uncertain, but nods after several seconds. Mav smiles and stands to make her a cup of hot chocolate. And Mav makes real hot chocolate. None of that prepackaged crap that barely tastes like chocolate.

He places the mug on the table across from his own before sitting down. She joins him, placing her glass of water beside her mug. They sit in silence for a few minutes, until Mav decides to break the ice.

“My dad died when I was seven.” He starts. She looks up at him, confusion written across her features, “And my mom died less than a year later. I spent the next eight and a half years bouncing around foster homes until I landed with the Bradshaws. I lived with them until I joined the Navy. They were so good to me. Better than any other foster family I had. It was the first time that the word family actually meant something to me.” He’s getting sentimental as he gets older. Just mentioning the Bradshaws makes him get misty eyed. Memories of Nick flood his mind. He sips his tea and watches as Natasha tentatively lifted her mug a took a sip, eyes going wide as she tips the mug a little more. She licks her lips and gazes down into the mug. “Tom and I want to be those people for kids like you and Bob. Whether you’re here for a week or a year. We want to be a family you remember fondly. I know how often foster families are unkind and downright mean. We want to take care of you, Natasha. While you’re staying with us we want to love you like you’re our daughter.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything, just keeps her gaze on her mug. She sniffs and wipes her nose on the back of her hand.

“I promise,” Mav says, holding her gaze so she can see how serious he is, “while you’re in our care no one is going to hurt you. And if anyone tries Ice and I will kick their asses for you.”

“Ice?” She asks. Not what Mav was expecting. He smiles.

“Short for Iceman. It’s his callsign.” When she still looks confused he continues. “We’re naval aviators.” She nods slowly before taking another long drink of her hot chocolate. “And whenever you need someone to listen or a shoulder to cry on I’m always here. And so is Ice. He doesn’t understand quite the way I do, but he’ll listen and try his best to help.”

-/-/-/-

“Can I make a phonecall?” She asks the next morning. Ice has just left to take Bob to school so it’s only her and Mav.

“Of course.” He hands her the landline. She watches him as she walks toward the living room and when he doesn’t stop her disappears down the hall. When she comes back it’s obvious she’s been crying and she proceeds to spend the rest of the day in her room.

-/-/-/-

The next morning she sleeps in which Mav thinks will probably do her some good. He has errands to run, but Ice has taken Bob to school and Mav doesn’t want to leave her alone without telling her.

He putters. Does some housework, writes out a grocery list and a list for the hardware store. The phone rings and if he’s honest he doesn’t know who he’s expecting, but certainly not the automated female voice on the other end,

“Will you accept a collect call from Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility?”

Curiosity gets the better of him and he accepts.

“Nat? Sweetheart?” It’s a man voice, an older man if Mav’s guess is correct, “I’m sorry. Really I am.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, Natasha can’t come to the phone right now.” He replies.

“The fuck are you?” The man asks.

“I’m her foster father.” The man hums, but doesn’t say anything. “Who am I speaking to?”

“Nat’s father. Just tell her I’m sorry. And I’d really like to talk to her again.” There’s a click and the line goes dead. Mav’s head is reeling. How the hell did Natasha’s dad get their home phone number? As soon as the question forms the rational side of his brain reminds him that she made a call the day before. The second question he has remains unanswered, what did her dad do that wind up in prison? Mav hates mysteries.

-/-/-/-

It takes her about a week to settle into their routine. She still doesn’t really speak unless it’s absolutely unavoidable, but she’s willing to make eye contact with Mav and that’s a good first step.

And then after dinner Friday night things get . . . interesting. Bradley shows up for the first time since Ice kicked him out. Ice is the one to answer the door and he almost doesn’t let Bradley in the house. But Mav grabs his arm gently and tells him it’s ok. Ice narrows his eyes at Bradley, but nods and let’s him in. Mav can’t help but roll his eyes at Ice’s antics.

“Give us a minute?” Mav asks. Ice looks ready to protest, but a stern look from Mav has him heading up the stairs. It’s clear Bradley has been drinking, he’s swaying and his eyes are a bit glassy.

“Mav, I-shit. Don’t even know what to say.” Bradley has the decency to look embarrassed. “‘M sorry. For all the shit I said to you the last time was here. Was uncalled for and I-you didn’t deserve that. You always try to do what’s best and sometimes you fuck up, but you try and that’s gotta matter more, right?” His speech is a little slurred, but Mav is fairly certain he isn’t actually drunk, just tipsy. “I’ve, uh, I’ve been trying to get my shit together and I think I’ve had some sense knocked into me,” he grimaces and Mav has a sneaking suspicion he’s talking about his conversation with Ice, “‘m still kinda pissed you pulled my papers, but I think I understand more why you did it and ‘m trying really hard to move past it. ‘M sorry I pushed you away and I-I’ve missed you Mav. I can’t stand feeling like this anymore. I hate who’ve been while holding this grudge against you and I can’t-I don’t-”

Mav pulls him into a hug, holding him as tight as he can. Bradley begins to cry and Mav has to blink back tears of his own.

“God, I’ve missed you too, kid.” Mav tells him, one hand pressed the back his head, the other rubbing circles on his back.

They end up on the couch, talking, apologizing, crying(not that they’d ever admit it) and finding the foundation to rebuild their relationship.

It’s late by the time they’re conversation turns to more mundane and boring topics and Bradley is starting to yawn consistently. Mav invites him to stay the night and goes to find a pillow and some blankets. It doesn’t even occur to him that he’d head up what used be the guest room, until he hears Natasha scream, followed Bradley yelping and a door slamming.

Mav runs up the stairs, well, walks as fast as he can. Bradley is staring at Natasha’s door while rubbing his chest. There’s a large hard back book on the floor at his feet.

“Sorry, rooms are all taken. You’re gonna have to bunk on the couch.” Mav shoves the pillow and blankets into his hands.

“The fuck’s goin’ on out here?” Ice asks, voice heavy with sleep, hair flattened on one side.

“Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.” Ice stares at him, eyes narrows for several seconds before turning and shuffling back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Mav sends Bradley back downstairs and then knocks gently on Natasha’s door.

“Natasha?” He says, just loud enough he knows she can hear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he’d come up here.” The door opens a crack and she peers out at him, terrified eyes looking up at him.

“Who was that?” She asks softly, voice trembling. Mav feels awful that Bradley scared her so bad.

“Bradley. My godson. He’s spending the night. He’s not used the guest rooms being occupied. He didn’t know you were in there.” Mav tells her. “Did you throw a book at him?” He asks, picking up the copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

“Didn’t know who it was.” She glances down and can’t be certain because of how dim the hallway is, but he thinks she’s blushing. “Sorry.”

“Hey, no, none of that. You have every right to defend yourself against strange men coming into your space. And he won’t hold it against you. In fact I promise he’s gonna feel really awful about this in the morning.” Mav smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring way. “If you feel unsafe you can always lock the door if you want.” She nods. “Are you ok?”

“Mmhm. Gonna go back to bed now.”

“Sure. Night, Tasha.” She nods and meets his eyes for a second before closing the door. Baby steps.

Mav runs back down to check on Bradley and is unsurprised to find him conked out on the couch, snoring like a freight train. Mav smiles and shakes his head before flicking off the living room light and going to bed himself.

His life certainly isn’t boring, even if he is retired. In fact it’s probably good he is retired. If he was dealing with the excitement of being active duty as well as taking care of all the kids he’s pretty sure he’d have an aneurysm. He misses flying, but for this? For his kids? Totally worth it.

-/-/-/-

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#top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #angst #mine mine mine #rie writes #patience series #anyone wanna make any guesses who’ll show up next???#also I apologize I don’t think I did real well with Mav and Bradley reconciling but idk #I might do some editing later and clean it up a bit #maybe #we’ll see #icemav #this was actually the first part of this series I wrote #so it’s been sitting in my drafts unfinished for awhile now

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You’re Sweet Ice Cream - Robin x Nancy

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Couple: Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Word count: 1.8K

Tags: fluff, Stranger Things 3, bisexual Nancy Wheeler, lesbian Robin Buckley, Robin is bold tbh

Description: It’s the summer of 1985 and Scoops Ahoy becomes Nancy’s favorite place to go. She develops a crush on the cute girl behind the counter, Robin Buckley.

A/N: heyyyy I got bored and wrote this! It’s really short and basically is Nancy having a crush on Robin. Enjoy! -h

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Summer of 1985

Nancy Wheeler hates the mall. I mean, can you blame her? It’s big, noisy, and it drains your money. Starcourt is also the main cause of every small town store closing down, which means she has to hear all of the men at her newspaper job discussing the mall for hours on end.

Yet, when Mike drags her to the mall so he can buy something D&D related, she doesn’t hate it. He ditches her the moment they walk in, which leaves her to wander alone by herself. Walking past stores like The GAP, Claires, and RadioShack, she spots something across the mall.

Its called Scoops Ahoy. It has a big teal sign that is outlined with red neon lights. It’s packed, as in like, the line is out of the door. This peaks her interest as she joins the back of the line.

She realizes they sell ice cream almost immediately. She should have known considering the name is Scoops…Ahoy. Regardless, she gets up to the front and sees none other than Steve Harrington working the counter.

“Nance, hi, what can I get for you?” She’s thrown off guard as she hasn’t been called Nance by him in a while.

“Uhmm-“ she peers off to the left and the right to look at the different ice cream flavors. “I guess I’ll go with one scoop of…USS Butterscotch.” The end of her sentence sounds like there’s a question mark because what even is USS Butterscotch?

“Ah shit, yeah we just ran out so uh…wait just a second…” he is running towards the back door and opens it as he yells for someone. “Robin, could you hurry up with the USS Butt please?”

Robin? Who’s Robin?

A tall, lanky girl pops her head out of the doorway. She has caramel colored hair that pairs well with the freckles that dot her face. She’s decked out in the same tacky uniform that Steve is wearing, it makes them both look like they work on a really lame ship. Her eyeliner covered eyes pierce Steve’s existence with just one look that says ‘how dare you ask me to hurry up?’ Nancy tracks Robin’s eyes as they lead up to where Nancy is standing. Her eyes immediately soften once they hit Nancy’s face. Her gaze lingers for a moment too long before she ducks inside the back of Scoops Ahoy once again. A few moments later she comes back hauling a huge container of what looks like USS Butterscotch. She gives Steve a nod after refilling the ice cream and retreats back into the room she was in before.

“One scoop of USS Butt, coming up.” He flips the ice cream scooper in an attempt to impress Nancy, and a flashback plays in her head. The night she went to Steve’s house for the first time. The night Barb went missing. All of the possibilities of what could have happened replay in her head at all times. Nancy knows she died in the upside down, but what happened leading up to that? If she thinks about it too much she’ll spiral. She still wishes it was her.

Steve snaps her out of her thoughts by handing her the ice cream cone and saying it’s on the house. She musters up a small smile and sits down at one of the tables.

People watching is fun for her. Maybe that’s a pro of the mall. She likes to watch people work, shop, or walk around with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The entire time she’s eating her ice cream (which is surprisingly really good) she’s got her eye stuck on one person.

Robin.

She can only assume that her break was up because she came out from the back and switched with Steve. Robin is not the most graceful person Nancy has ever watched, but she is the most interesting.

The way her eyebrows crease when Erica continuously asks for more samples. The way her eyes darken when she sees a stereotypical jock join the end of the line. The way she scoops the ice cream with no regard for cleanliness-spilling it onto the floor occasionally. The grunt of frustration that escapes her throat is hard to miss as well.

Nancy doesn’t know why she’s so fascinated with her, but that was not the last time she went to Scoops Ahoy that week.

A day later, she walks in again. This time, it’s just Robin at the counter. No sign of Steve.

“Hi, what can I get for you?“ Robin has a slight blush on her freckled cheeks as Nancy peruses the ice cream flavors.

“I will have…one scoop of mint chocolate chip please.” Robin’s face flushes even more as she struggles to stifle a smile. “What?” Nancy is more curious as to why Robin is smiling so hard about her ice cream choice than she’d like to admit.

“Mint chocolate chip is the best flavor of ice cream…and Steve and I have been arguing about if it’s good all week. He thought you’d agree with him, he’s going to be so mad when he finds out he’s wrong.” Her face is crumpled as she starts laughing, and admittedly it makes Nancy laugh too.

“Shame on him for ever thinking I’d agree to such a monstrous opinion.” The right side of her lips form into a smirk as she shifts the top half of her body to lean just a little over the counter, closer to Robin. There’s a flicker of flirtatiousness in her tone that makes her stomach turn.

“I know right. Absolutely barbaric.” Robin’s eyes have softened into a light shade of caramel, and the harsh light makes her look pale, so it doesn’t hide her growing blush easily.

Suddenly incredibly confused and uneasy, Nancy gives one more little laugh and grabs the ice cream out of the girl’s hand. She goes to sit down at the same table as yesterday, ready to some more people watching.

She tries to steer her eyes away from the counter, but she catches herself instinctively staring at her. It’s almost the same as it was yesterday, except something new happens.

She looks back. Robin looks back at Nancy, with a knowing gleam in her eye. Maybe she knows Nancy has been staring? Maybe she thinks Nancy’s weird? Maybe she-

She’s smiling now. She’s smiling at Nancy. Her big bright smile is for Nancy and Nancy only. Her eyes threaten to look into Nancy’s soul, but she won’t let her. The corners of Nancy’s mouth tug upwards, threatening to let a smile shine through. A small one escapes her mental grasp, which turns into an ear to ear grin. The girls both get into fits of giggles soon after, breaking their strong eye contact. Another costumer walks in and Nancy mentally curses them for not letting her and Robin share the same eye contact anymore.

She looks down at her table and realizes her ice cream has been finished for at least five minutes now, so she has no more excuse to sit and stare. Getting up and leaving, Nancy takes one final look at Robin. She’s bent over, scooping what looks like chocolate ice cream. She won’t see this, but Nancy does a small wave as she walks out.

Its the thought that counts.

Later that night, the moonlight illuminates Nancy’s room as she tries to rid her thoughts of a certain someone. Robin’s smile and freckled cheeks take over her mind. Their last interaction plays through her head on a loop. Their smiles, the shared eye contact, the way Nancy’s heart seized in her chest when they locked eyes.

Nancy has known she’s liked girls for a while now. It’s not like her and Barb’s friendship was anything more than that, but Nancy thought about it from time to time. She just never thought she’d like someone this much. Enough to go back for ice cream even though she doesn’t even like ice cream that much. Enough to be the only thing on her mind.

So, while Nancy is trying to lull herself to sleep, pictures of Robin flash through her head like a movie.

She spends the next week and a half going to Scoops Ahoy everyday. She goes at the same time everyday, so Robin is always at the counter when Nancy orders ice cream. She gets something new everyday, whether she likes it or not, she will eat it while sharing secret looks with Robin.

On this particular day, Nancy walks in, orders Chocolate Fudge ice cream in a cone, smiles too hard at Robin, and sits down at her spot. All of this is normal, except when Robin sits down at her table.

“Hi.” Robin’s smile is from ear to ear as she slides in the seat across from Nancy.

Nancy’s face flushes, a shade of bright red spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what Robin is doing.

“Hi, Robin.” Her smile is equally as large. Both of the girls feel as if they’ve lost their train of thought.

“So, you must really like ice cream, considering you’re here everyday.” Robin says as she cocks her eyebrow.

Nancy blushes harder at the obvious flirting going on between them. “Yeah, I mean…ice cream has got to be one of my uh…my favorite things.” She’s flustered because she knows that’s not true. It’s all Robin, Robin is one of her favorite things honestly.

Robin laughs and shifts in her chair, getting closer to Nancy’s face. “So, how about we go somewhere that’s not an ice cream shop in the mall. I don’t know…how about Enzo’s?” Robin’s voice cracks when she suggests the restaurant. She’s nervous.

Nancy’s heart rate picks up as she’s trying to decipher if this is a friend thing or a date thing. “As in like a…like a…” she’s struggling to say the word.

“Like a date.”

Oh.

“Oh.” Her eyebrows shoot up as she takes in what she just heard. Robin, the girl she has been eyeing for about two weeks now, just asked her on a date. Nothing about this feels real.

“I-I mean unless I got…this all wrong“ Robin’s hands gesture in between the two girls. She starts mumbling and all that Nancy can hear is “I really, really hope I didn’t.” Her face is twisted in pain and she can’t even make eye contact with Nancy.

“No! No, you didn’t get…this…wrong at all. I would love to go to Enzo’s with you.” Robin perks up at this, the same big smile from before has come back to her face. Both of the girls are beaming.

Nancy’s ice cream has melted, it’s been completely forgotten about and Nancy couldn’t be happier.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance fanfiction #mywhitetennisshoes

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