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Rumor has it - Tom Riddle x reader - Part 1/2

...i-i dont even know, enjoy this fic that I've been giggling and kicking my feet over Afab reader, has a last name, she/her reader

There was a rumor going about school-that apparently had started from a Slughorn party-after party. It was quite outlandish-many didn’t believe it-others hoped it was true and they were the one involved in it.

What was that rumor? Tom Riddle had a crush.

Who was he crushing on? No one knew, all anyone got out of him was the word ‘yes’ when asked if he liked anyone during truth or drink. It had been the first time anyone had seen him blush-his pale cheeks and ears during apple red, his cheeks puffed slightly as he sunk into his chair and sipped at his butterbeer.

Many wondered who started this rumor, and if it was true or not; because Tom had never shown any interest in romance before-boy or girl. He had flirted once or twice-then usually abandoned that tactic when he got what he wanted-which garnered him a playboy title. He really wasn’t; a playboy by definition was someone who didn’t care for personal feelings and had many sexual relationships.

Tom didn’t care for sexual relationships, before now(as the rumor suggested) he hadn’t even had a crush before.

The great hall was a mess of voices, many of them whispering about the rumor and Tom felt eyes on him as he tried to study. It was bloody study hour after all-that usually meant ‘be quiet’ or at least be respectful to those who are trying to study.

“Who do you think it is?” one voice whispered from the Ravenclaw table-which right now had several Slytherin and Hufflepuff sitting at it-since house tables were really only assigned during dinner. “I dunno, I know Olive Hornby hopes it’s her heh-did you see her face when she first heard the rumor?”

“yeah, her eyes lit up like Christmas had come early,”

Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose-heavily regretting not taking a shot when he had been asked that question during the after-party. He had thought-possibly, maybe, it wouldn’t spread about. He had thought what happened at a party-stayed at a party. But he had been wrong, and now his secret was out and being spread like wildfire.

Yes-Tom Riddle had a crush, and he had had it since 4th year. Who? He would never tell; he had hardly admitted it to himself this past summer when he realized why this particular person plagued his thoughts like no other had before-they had even overtaken the chamber and horcruxes in his mind.

Tom was 16 years old, and dealing with liking someone for the first time.

He detested it(he didn’t), he just wanted them to disappear from his mind and life and never have to think of them again(a lie, he wanted nothing but to be around them all the time).

“Honestly, you’d think Tom Riddle is the only boy in existence with how they talk about him,” Tom glanced up from his potions work, seeing Viktoria Klopstock arm In arm with (y/n) Alexander; the two talking about the rumor swirling through the school. (y/n) snorted at Viktoria’s quip and shook her head, catching Tom’s eye for a split moment and smiling at him like she always did.

Tom couldn’t help but stare.

“Well, he is the heartthrob of the school, or did you not say that only a few months ago?” (y/n) teased back, laughing as Viktoria sputtered and glared at (y/n) with flushed cheeks, her pale complexion stark against her dark brown hair. “You-I was simply making an observation!“ (y/n) just hummed in response to Viktoria’s sputter, sitting down with their other friends, Walter Deville and Lucy Billington, and laughing as Viktoria attempted to defend herself over her past comments on Tom.

“Keep telling yourself that Viv, we all know you fancy him,” (y/n) teased and Viktoria just kissed Walter in protest, who chuckled and shook his head, brushing back his dark curly hair. (y/n) tossed her head back while she laughed and Lucy shook her head at her friends, returning her attention to her divination book.

Tom tore his eyes away when (y/n) glanced back at him, swallowing harshly against the dryness of his throat.

Yeah, Tom Riddle had a crush all right, and no one would ever know who it was.

But…

Tom glanced back up-seeing (y/n) still looking at him, seemingly lost in thought and Tom had to look away as he felt heat buildup in the tip of his ears.

He had a feeling it wouldn’t stay a secret for long.

��Hey Tom!” Tom forced himself to stay perfectly calm as he turned on his heel to face (y/n), who was walking up to him with her broom in hand-clad in her Slytherin quidditch uniform. “Alexander,” Tom greeted, mentally patting himself on the back as he forced down the waver of his voice. “is there something you need?”

(y/n) shook her head, just smiling, a strand of her hair falling into her eyes. “Not really, just wanted to know if you’ll be at the game this Saturday?” Tom shrugged, he had never been one for quidditch, it was a brutal game that always resulted in pointless injuries. But when he looked at (y/n), who seemed so excited at the prospect of him being at that game(her first game actually, a chaser had gotten injured and she was finally coming off the bench after being on the team for a year), he caved.

“I’ll be there,” Tom said instead of saying he was going to be busy, and (y/n) beamed. Tom couldn’t help the flutter of his chest at the sight of it, meant for him. “what time? I’ve never been to a match, not since first year anyway,” Tom asked and (y/n) happily told him what time the match was, it was Slytherin against Ravenclaw, and he nodded, taking a step back as she went off to practice, giving him one last grin.

“Oh I’m so doomed,” Tom breathed, feeling that now familiar heat travel to his cheeks and ears, catching a glimpse of his apple-red face in the reflective glass of a window. “so doomed.”

To this day-he had trouble figuring out why he was attracted to (y/n), it wasn’t as if she had come out of nowhere, they were in the same year, and same house-and she was a high-class halfblood(pureblood father and halfblood mother), from one of the richest families in the uk-right behind her friends, Deville being the richest of the four.

Tom had noticed her from the start really, while he was walking down the cars of Hogwarts Express, seeing her with her three friends laughing away with her head in Deville’s lap, a chocolate frog in hand. She had seen him and smiled, waving at him shyly.

Tom had just blinked-the socially awkward child he had been-and carefully waved back, then continued down to find an empty car.

Then she just kept showing up, sitting next to him in class, being partnered with him in assignments; always smiling at him and greeting him with a wave. Tom simply got used to her, almost began expecting her really, she was probably the only person in Hogwarts that didn’t annoy him to all hell just by existing.

He supposed that’s how she slipped through the cracks-by not being one of the several banes of his existence.

But then the calm expectancy became heat rushing to his face when she sat down with him in the library to study, butterflies in his chest and gut when she glanced at him, trembling hands when she smiled at him, sharp intakes of breath when her hand rested on his shoulder to pass by him in a busy hall.

Tom was utterly infatuated with her and he had no idea how to handle it, but he dreaded the idea of disappointing her(agreeing to come to a stupid game just so she would be happy), felt the burning pit of jealousy in his gut when someone got far too close to only want friendship(he had never wanted to fist fight someone before then), and had the desperate need to just-hold her hand.

He had never wanted to hold anyone’s hand before.

But then he wanted to be around her all the time, just to stare at her freely, curl his fingers into her hair, touch her lips with his thumb, and bring her into a kiss.

Tom groaned at the thoughts going through his mind, his face burning against his palms as he rubbed his eyes. He was really so doomed, here he was-attempting to unlock all the secrets of the chamber of secrets and become one of the greatest wizards of all time-and he was constantly plagued by thoughts of (y/n) Alexander.

He remembered only a few days ago, after he had been researching horcruxes and the chamber-they had been the only thing resounding through his mind as of late. But with a call of his name and (y/n) asking him if he was okay(he was visibly distracted) Tom had just nodded, feeling his lip quirk up without his control. And for the rest of the day, the only thing he could think of was (y/n) Alexander.

Tom sat down in potions class, getting out all his things, but still-the only thing in his head was (y/n) Alexander. Her eyes, her lips, the curve of her jaw and cheeks, the way her head tossed back when she laughed particularly hard, the curl of her nose when she snarled at Black during practice because he had made one too many comments.

“So doomed,” Tom muttered to himself, getting out his quill and ink well, looking up at Professor Slughorn as he greeted the glass.

Oh to be young and to be in love.

The wind from the quidditch pitch threw his hair around-his scarf tucked tightly into his jacket so it didn’t fly away. It was loud, very loud, something Tom expected considering he could hear the crowd from the bloody library sometimes.

“Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' sixth match of the season! Today’s game, Slytherin vs Ravenclaw!” The respective houses roared with support for their teams, and Tom saw the Slytherin team soar high above the pitch, his eyes drawn to a particular player.

Alexander; 3

She had a wild grin on her face-the wind curling her hair and flushing her face, she zoomed past Black and settled with her teammates as they all gathered in the air. The referee stood at the bottom and said something Tom couldn’t hear and opened the box that sat at her feet; in an instant-the bludgers flew up, along with the snitch.

With a blow of a whistle-the quaffle was tossed into the air and the game began.

(y/n) had snatched it before anyone else could grab it-flying up and over the Ravenclaw’s heads, laughing as they gave chase. She was quick-a blur to the naked eye, but that was the same for the other players, however- there was something about her speed; flying just fast enough to keep out of reach.

She easily made the first score-throwing her first up in victory as the bell rang to announce it. “(y/n) Alexander makes the first score of the game! Ten points to Slytherin!!”

Tom couldn’t keep his eyes off (y/n), her smug smirk giving him those silly butterflies as she flew back into the game, avoiding bludgers and other players with graceful ease. Tom’s knuckles cracked as a bludger came soaring right for her-but she quickly noticed and hooked her elbow around her broom, swinging around, under, and getting back on top within a split moment as the bludger zoomed right where her head had been.

“Holy shit! She’s good!” someone yelled from behind him, the Slytherin crowd cheering loudly as someone scored once again, (y/n) laughing heartily as she caught the quaffle from her teammate and flew off-her grin turning to a glare as she nearly crashed into one of the Ravenclaw chasers.

“It's odd seeing you here!” Someone yelled over the noise of the crowd and Tom spared a glance to see Abraxas-who almost seemed nervous. Tom just shrugged, looking back up and searching for (y/n), who had disappeared from his gaze the moment he looked away.

“I think I get sports now,” Tom just said(which made Abraxas sputter in confusion because Tom had loathed quidditch before now), finally locking onto (y/n) again, his lip quirking as she snatched the quaffle mid-air, suddenly flying up as two Ravenclaw players tried to slam into her on either side-only to get each other and fly off their brooms.

“oooh!” Nott laughed from behind Abraxas, the crowd watching in tense anticipation as (y/n) continued flying up, and then suddenly-she started free-falling, the quaffle and her broom still tight in hand. Tom tensed-wondering what was going on-but he relaxed as he saw the grin on (y/n)’s face.

Just as she passed by the horde of Ravenclaw players that had been trying to get back the quaffle-she straightened out and headed straight for the pitch, faking out the Ravenclaw keeper and scoring another 10 points.

“That’s another 10 points to Slytherin! They lead Ravenclaw 30 to nothing!”

Tom squinted at the roar of the crowd around him and quickly planted his hands over his ears-it was far too loud for him now, but he didn’t want to leave early-it might make (y/n) disappointed that he left.

At that moment-(y/n) spotted him and she looked overjoyed to see him, waving eagerly. Tom grimaced back and she laughed, tossing her head back like she always did. Tom felt that now familiar heat burn at his ears and he sighed-glad he was covering them at the moment.

No one could say (y/n) Alexander wasn’t a brilliant chaser-through the next half hour the match played-she scored more than half the points Slytherin gained, and snatched the quaffle mid-air as the Ravenclaw chasers attempted to pass it multiple times.

She was quickly becoming a threat, grinning while bludgers and other players tried to knock her off-but she easily dodged each one, even jumping off her broom at one point to avoid a collision.

At one point she went high up-avoiding any players or bludgers and wiped her sweat-soaked face with her jersey, allowing all to see her stomach-which made Tom’s face flush with both jealousy and something else as the crowd whistled at her, some of the boys cat-calling her.

Tom never wanted to hex someone more.

But she caught his eye as she brought down her shirt and grinned, and Tom had a feeling she had done that on purpose-which made him think; why would she? unless she either just wanted to rile him up or…Tom swallowed down the hope in his throat as he thought; (y/n) might’ve done that to get his attention.

Well, she had it-if that’s what she wanted-and Tom doubted she would lose it.

“Rouge bludger!” someone yelled and Tom tore his eyes away, only to comically widen them as a bludger came rocketing towards him-right at him-all of the beaters were on the other side of the field, and Tom wondered how they had hit the dammed thing over to the stands. He felt hands on his shoulder-most likely Abraxas-that tried to pull him down and away-but the bludger was fast and Tom had a feeling he would be spending the next week in the hospital wing.

But something flew right where the bludger had been heading and snatched it out of the air-only feet away from where Tom was standing. He let go of the breath he had been holding and looked over the edge-seeing (y/n) with the bludger in the crook of her arm, it struggled to get out but she had a tight grip. Her face was set in anger-her eyes saying ‘murder’ as she threw the bludger right back at the ones who had accidentally hurled it at Tom-unfortunately being her own team.

She yelled something and even Black seemed to curl under her words-nodding sheepishly with the rest of the team.

Tom felt his stomach flip-flop, his mouth going dry and his face blooming with red as she pointed back towards him and continued to yell-the match being put to a halt while the referee took the rogue bludger and checked it(it was supposed to be bewitched to redirect the moment it went towards the stands)-“you nearly hit Tom!” she yelled over the roar of the wind and crowd, her lip curled into a snarl.

“You all right, my lord?” Abraxas asked, his hands still on Tom’s shoulder, and Tom nodded-eyes locked onto (y/n), who glanced back at him and drew her eyes all over him-nodding when she saw he was perfectly fine.

“Just fIne,” Tom said, ignoring the way his voice cracked like it did when he hit puberty. Abraxas frowned but nodded, the match soon resuming.

Tom really understood sports now, he really did-because that was really really hot.

The crowd started to chatter-all about (y/n), about how she caught a bludger(which-Tom learned just now-were made of IRON?!) going full speed and continued to hold it with one hand-even as it attempted to escape.

Tom realized that’s maybe why Black looked so sheepish-(y/n) had caught and held onto a 150-ish pound iron ball with no injury(to his knowledge), she was not a witch to be trifled with.

And Tom’s heart and stomach did another flip, his eyes once again on (y/n) as she used her anger to score three more times, and finally; the snitch was caught by the Slytherin seeker-ending the game.

Slytherin had won by a landslide, 240 to 60.

The Slytherin crowd exploded into cheers as the other houses booed or left the field in defeat, and from the stands-Tom could see Black hold out his hand to (y/n), and offer her the main chaser position. She grinned and took his head, her eyes turning a bit sharp as she tightened her grip, and Tom’s stomach did one last flip as he saw Black wince.

“Oh I'm so bloody doomed,” Tom muttered to himself over the blaring cheers of the crowd-turning on his heel as he saw the Slytherin team make their way off the pitch.

He didn’t even bother to look behind him to see if Abraxas and Nott were following-they always did. He made it down the rickety stairs in record time, panting slightly as he caught his breath-seeing (y/n) with the team making their way back to the castle.

Tom swallowed harshly, seeing McLaggen waltzing up to her, looking all too smug for Tom’s taste. “Alexander!” Tom called out right when McLaggen opened his mouth-both (y/n) and McLaggen looking shocked to hear her name from Tom’s mouth.

From behind him-he could feel the bewilderment from Abraxas and Nott. But (y/n) smiled at him, her hair wind-swept and cheeks slowly cooling back down, sweat drying on her face and neck. Tom licked his lips, feeling his ears start to burn as she waved off her team and walked towards him-broomstick in hand. “Tom!” she said, grinning still, leaning on her broomstick as she stopped in front of him and tilted her head. “How’d you like your first game since first year?”

“Good-great-you,” Tom cleared his throat-suddenly very nervous, his throat dry and ears burning, his usual calm and collected behavior nowhere to be seen. (y/n) bit her lip a bit-something that made Tom’s brain fumble and he paused in his words.

Oh, yes, he was gone for this girl.

“You-you played great, can’t say I’ve seen a better chaser,” Tom finished his sentence, breathing slowly as (y/n) just grinned, her eyes twinkling.

“Thank you, but you also don’t have many other chasers to compare me to, for all you know-I could be dog-shit.” Tom found himself snorting and shaking his head at (y/n)’s lack of elegant words, waving his hand towards the pitch. “Believe me, I saw enough from your teammates and the Ravenclaw chasers-you were the best on the field.”

(y/n) laughed, her head tossing back with the action and Tom found himself staring, his gaze softening as (y/n) continued to giggle as she calmed down, shaking her head as she bit her lip. “Honestly Tom, you’re funnier than others give you credit for,” Tom just hummed, he thought he was hilarious.

Thankfully, (y/n) seemed to think so too. Tom opened his mouth again, glancing around-seeing McLaggen staring daggers into him-but he quickly looked away when he caught Tom’s eye. “I just wanted to say, thank you for catching that bludger, I would probably be in the hospital wing right now if it weren’t for you,” Tom said with his usual charming grin, patting himself on the back for returning to his normal behavior.

(y/n) nodded and clapped his arm once, sending fire through his veins at her touch-his mouth going dry again. “Like I was gonna let it hit you, but, you’re welcome Tom. What would the world be like without your pretty face?” (y/n) teased and Tom’s mind went blank.

“You think I’m pretty?” Tom asked, his voice cracking slightly as his jaw went slack, the flush on his ears growing towards his cheeks as (y/n) nodded with a grin, her eyes sparkling still. He knew most of the students of Hogwarts found him attractive-but to know (y/n) thought he was pretty-wow…just-wow.

“Yeah, I do,” (y/n) breathed out, her eyes traveling his face and Tom didn’t mind being looked at like that for the first time. Usually, he hated being studied like he was just a pretty thing to look at-but-if it was (y/n)? he wouldn’t mind being studied all day.

“uh-cool,” Tom muttered back-shaking his head. Cool? Cool?! Just-cool? ugh, how lame was he?! “um-did, any chance you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” Tom asked, eyes going wide at what tumbled out of his mouth, where did that come from?!

He could feel the shock and disbelief from Abraxas and Nott-considering Tom had not shown interest in anyone ever, and now was suddenly asking out (y/n) Alexander.

And then they realized; this was the girl Tom had admitted to liking at the after-party, and they grinned at each other while they watched Tom practically make a fool of himself in front of his crush. (y/n) seemed to come to this realization as well, and she stuttered for a moment, blinking quickly before she nodded, stepping closer to Tom. “I would love to, um, three broomsticks? I know a corner in there that’s nice and quiet?”

Tom nodded-he really didn’t go to Hogsmeade often, he found nothing of interest there. But he supposed now there was someone of interest there worth going for-especially if she already had a place for them to go that was quiet and secluded, just how he liked it. “Sounds good,” Tom breathed, a smile growing on his face that had (y/n) staring at him, and her smile grew, reaching to her eyes.

God, he never stood a chance, did he?

“Great, I’ll-I’ll see you then,” (y/n) said, her voice wavering with excitement and Tom nodded, his hands behind his back as (y/n) skipped back with a grin, waving goodbye and then running towards her friends who had been waiting for her, and Tom couldn’t help his smile when she screamed and jumped into Viktoria’s arms. “Tom Riddle asked me out!!!”

“You just asked (y/n) Alexander out,” Abraxas said from behind Tom and Tom whirled around, very aware that his face was bright red and he was grinning like a madman. “yeah-I did….I have no idea how to go on a date,” Tom said after a short pause, still grinning-he couldn’t stop.

Abraxas just laughed and Nott stared, unsure of how to handle any of this. “We’ll help, my lord.”

The next week passed by both quickly and all too slowly. Nerves jumbled about in Tom’s gut as the weekend came ever closer, he could hardly focus in classes-all he could think about was (y/n). God, he had actually asked her out-after nearly two years of staring and (unknowing) yearning, he was going on a date with the first person he had ever felt attracted to. His stomach had been doing somersaults all week at the thought of her, of their upcoming date-and the idea that it might turn into…something more.

The Chamber and his Horcrux research had been pulled off the stove-only (y/n) Alexander remained.

His followers were-no help. They just made him more nervous will all the “advice” they gave him.

“Don’t be overbearing,”(duh?)

“Don’t only talk about yourself, girls hate that,”(also duh)

“But don’t ask about her too much she’ll get overwhelmed,”(Tom was beginning to doubt these knuckleheads had ever gone on a date)

“make sure to order for her, girls like it when a man takes charge,”(yeah he wasn’t going to take Black’s advice)

“be cool and aloof-like you always are really,” (Tom thought (y/n) liked it when he fumbled a bit honestly, she seemed charmed when he was making a fool of himself asking her out.)

But really, Walter Deville had the best advice for Tom when the time came around for the date-he took Tome aside as he passed by him in the hall, giving a stern look to Tom’s followers who were ready to protest. “Look, Tom, I’m going to give it to you straight, (y/n) is a lady, you must remember that, but she is not judgmental, she does not care for your background nor your status.” Tom felt some of the nerves in his gut decrease a bit-but Walter wasn’t done. “She likes you, Tom, she really does like you, but she has a very high standard-not out of training from her mother or the family, but for herself, if you do not treat her with kindness and be a false version of yourself around her; she will drop you quicker than a basilisk can kill. Treat her well, and treat her kindly, or you will regret it.”

Tom swallowed at the last bit-very much hearing the seriousness in Walter’s voice. It wasn’t a ‘we will hurt you if you hurt her,’ it was ‘she will hurt you if you hurt her,’ and Tom didn’t doubt she would. “Clear?” Waler asked, grinning as Tom nodded. “Crystal,” Tom muttered, stumbling forward as Walter laughed and slapped Tom’s back.

“Oh don’t be so grim! I have faith in you, Tom,” With another pat on Tom’s back, Walter walked off, and Tom was just as nervous as he was before.

Tom had very few outfits, he had his uniform and its extra pants, shirts, and vests, his uniform from the orphanage, a suit(a gift from the Malfoys for a Christmas party from last year), and very little extra. He ended up wearing the suit because he didn’t think anything else fit the situation.

He hoped (y/n) wouldn’t be put off by the lack of casualty, but he had an inkling she wouldn’t mind at all.

She didn’t, her eyes traveling his well-dressed form with appreciation and a heat that made Tom’s ears burn, coughing slightly into his fist. “hi,” she said quietly, stepping closer to him as he waited for her by the carriages to Hogsmeade. “hello,” Tom said back, his lip quirking. (y/n) Alexander looked-breath taking, her skirt flowing gently in the late fall breeze.

“You look very handsome,” (y/n) said with a soft smile, her hands moving up to tug at his suit jacket, holding each side with both hands and getting a better look at what lay beneath the jacket. “Thank you, you look-“ Tom could hardly finish his sentence, just letting out a slow breath that had (y/n) giggling, her smile growing.

“let’s get going, shall we?” (y/n) asked, taking Tom’s arm as he offered it and he nodded, leading her to a carriage and helping her inside like the gentleman he was; taking the seat from across her-the two falling into a comfortable conversation as the carriage went off to Hogsmeade.

(y/n) indeed had a quiet corner for the two of them, hidden away from the noise and tucked away from sight, letting them talk quietly and share small smiles and glances they didn’t have to worry about others seeing.

Tom, quite honestly, had never expected to have such fun on a date; he never expected to go on a date ever really. But here he was, on one with (y/n) Alexander, at the three broomsticks; drinking butterbeer and sharing an appetizer.

Tom could hardly keep track of what they talked about-but he felt himself grow more comfortable and his nerves almost disappear the longer they sat there. Tom chuckled at something she said and she stared-smirking a bit as Tom cleared his throat at her gaze-his ears burning. “I like your laugh,” she muttered, leaning on her arm, her eyes burning into his soul.

“Thank you,” Tom muttered, licking his lips nervously, which were quirking up into a smile that mirrored (y/n)’s gentle one. “You don’t laugh often, do you? At least not genuinely.” (y/n) asked, tilting her head a bit and Tom shrugged.

“Not much that I find genuinely funny, really,” Tom muttered, rolling his jaw a bit but (y/n) just laughed, biting her lip. “Suppose you find me funny then? Good, wouldn’t do us any good if you didn’t.” Tom laughed gently again, but nodded in agreement.

“I do,” Tom mumbled, hiding his slight flush behind his glass of Butterbeer. (y/n)’s soft grin widened and Tom’s blush darkened a bit, drifting his eyes away from (y/n)’s gaze. God he was absolutely gone for this girl, he really never stood a chance.

They talked for a bit longer, and (y/n) eventually gave him a look that made him go quiet, tilting his head in curiosity. “this is your first date, right?” she asked and Tom slowly nodded. “yes, I’ve never been interested in anyone else,” Tom said honestly and (y/n) glanced away with a chuckle, hiding her grin in her shoulder.

“I don’t suppose it’s yours though,” Tom said, glancing down at his hands. (y/n) nodded, but then shrugged. “Yes, but this is the first date I actually wanted to be on though, so-you’ve already made top marks.”

Tom frowned, glancing up at (y/n) who was shifting in her seat. “Wanted to be on?” Tom asked curiously and (y/n) nodded, glancing down at her watch.

“Yes, my mother likes to set me up on dates hoping i'll find a suitor that adheres to my tastes-but I have yet to find one in the ones she sends. Usually, they’re all pompous bores who couldn’t care less about me other than my money and what status they’ll gain by being with me,” Tom slowly nodded, hoping she didn’t think he was doing the same thing.

Honestly-half the time he forgot (y/n) was an Alexander, or was more well known as Lady (y/n) Alexander, and not the amazing girl he had been crushing on since 3rd year and had only realized it the previous summer.

“Why is she setting you up on dates?” Tom asked, leaning back in his chair, his face set into a perfect calm. (y/n) sighed, leaning into her palm, her eyes distant. “She wishes for me to marry by twenty, something about heirs and my duty as Lady Alexander,” Tom swallowed the pit in his throat, his eyes drawing down. He knew (y/n) did not care for status and money, but her parents most likely did, and Tom was not a man of status-even if he was descended directly from Slytherin, and from his limited research, his father was of the high class.

But Tom had no money, and his father had no knowledge of him-besides, Tom had no want for that acknowledgment.

“Tom,” he looked up, and swallowed again as (y/n) reached across the table and took his folded hands with a smile. “things like status and money do not matter to my family, my mother just wishes for me to be taken care of if anything should happen to the Alexander fortune. Most of all she wishes for me to find love, to be treated kindly, and be held dearly; if I married a poor man with nothing to his name-if all he could give me was his heart and soul-my family would be overjoyed that I had found a man like that.”

Tom just stared, that pit in his throat only growing heavier as he blinked back a burn in his eyes. “Oh,” Tom breathed instead of responding, his cheeks flushing as (y/n) smiled at him. His heart was beating out of his chest-trying to hop into (y/n)’s hands and be kept.

He was so-fucking-doomed.

“Is-is he smiling? Actually smiling?” Black asked quietly as he, Abraxas, Nott and Mulciber all watched as Tom walked through Hogsmeade with (y/n) Alexader tucked into his side, the two holding hands and talking quietly-both of them smiling.

“Yep, he’s smiling…” Abraxas muttered, leaning against a wall and watching as the two new lovebirds walked past, (y/n) tugging Tom into honey-dukes with shining eyes as Tom chuckled fondly.

“He is gone gone for her,” Avery said as he walked up, hands in his pockets. The other boys nodded; they had a feeling certain planned things had quickly gone down the drain all thanks to (y/n) Alexander.

Oh, the things Love can change.

-one year later-

Tom was very sure he was deeply in love with (y/n) Alexander, for one year after they began dating-she stood with him in the chamber of secrets, discovering his past, all his darkest desires and wishes-and was not deterred by any of it. If anything-her affection towards him seemed to grow, for as he spoke to open the chamber, she stepped closer, carefully watching his lips as he spoke parseltongue. She immediately closed her eyes and let him guide her as he summoned the basilisk-putting her utmost faith and trust in him as he placed her hand upon its scaley nose.

Tom had never felt more love for her and had never felt more love from her for him, he had trusted her with his deepest secrets over the last year as they dated, even his wish to become immortal, even his fear of letting love into his heart.

And she never shied away, she never shunned him, she only took his hands and held him close-guiding him through the pitch-black maze of his mind. He even told her about his plan for Horcruxes.

He ended up with a dead stare and a long sigh. “That’s-quite honestly Tom, so stupid.” She muttered and Tom frowned, taking a step back but she stopped him and took his face, giving him a smile that was slightly strained. “I do not think of you any different, but dark magic such as that is not worth it, yes your soul will live on but it will be shattered and disfigured, leaving you with ultimately a cursed life and weaker magic because it is so strained across the separated souls. If you wish to live forever-I will be by your side, but horcruxes are a stupid and simply bad idea.”

Tom…honestly couldn’t argue with that. (y/n) smiled and pecked the corner of his lips, which made Tom want to tilt his head slightly so he could kiss her properly-but at that point they hadn’t had their first kiss yet. “Promise me you’ll drop the idea of it? Horcruxes?” (y/n) asked gently, still holding his face, looking into his eyes.

Tom nodded immediately, he would do anything for (y/n), anything. She smiled and kissed his cheek again, moving her hands down to grab his and guiding him from the chamber and back up to Hogwarts. Tom only felt a slight pit of guilt in his gut, since last year, just before school ended-he had attempted to create a Horcrux by using the chamber, but it had eventually slipped his mind as (y/n) took over all thoughts of his plans for it.

But he had never truly opened the chamber of secrets-and he would keep his promise to (y/n), he would find a way to become immortal, and he would share it with his (y/n) Alexander, so they would be together forever.

Tom took a deep breath that rattled in his chest as he stood before (y/n)’s father's office doors in the Alexander mansion, it was the spring break of their final year, and Tom had been invited over since he was dating the heiress to the fortune. In his pocket, he had a small box that contained a silver ring with a small obsidian piece mounted atop-it was all he could afford with the money he scrapped from his last year of stipend from the Hogwarts fund.

It helped that (y/n) had insisted on buying him new robes and taking care of this year's curriculum items-as a gift for becoming head boy. He had tried to deny it all but with a stubborn huff from his beloved (y/n) Alexander, Tom relented with a soft smile and sigh, following her around as she bought his books and whatever else he might need.

Tom took another deep breath-nerves settled deep in his stomach and knocked on Lord Alexander's office door. “Come in, come in,” He called and Tom opened the door and stepped inside, giving a polite nod to John Alexander-the father of his girlfriend(and hopefully soon to be, fiancée)

“Tom, how nice to see you, how can I help you son?” John said with a grin, putting down his quill and setting his intertwined hands on the desk, giving Tom a warm grin. Tom opened his mouth a few times, and then shut it-unsure of how to say anything. The Alexanders were one the top families of both the muggle world and wizarding world, the Deville’s being the top dogs really, was Tom really going to soil their family line? To bring a bastard son into their practically royalty family?

Yes, yes he was-because he loved (y/n) and he didn’t want to let her go to some-rude rich boy who didn’t know how to love her correctly. “i-I was hoping,” Tom started, clearing his throat as his voice cracked. John’s smile only grew, seemingly knowing what Tom was about to ask. “if…” Tom took another deep breath, straightening his back and looking Lord Alexander in the eye. “I was hoping you would approve of me asking for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Tom got out in one breath, his jaw clicking as Lord Alexander just stared at him, that warm smile still there-but a twinkle in his eye that made Tom nervous.

“i-I love her dearly Lord Alexander. I do not have money, and I have no status to offer her, nor do I have a proud lineage or background, but I would love her for the rest of my life, and beyond it. I know there are many men who you would prefer her to marry but-“ Tom was stopped with a hand to a shoulder, and he hadn’t realized he had been staring at his shoes. Tom looked up, seeing John-beaming.

“I would be honored if my daughter married a good man like you Tom, you love her dearly and that is all I could wish for my little girl, as does her mother. You have my blessing Tom Riddle; you’ve had it since we first met.” Tom, actually felt like crying-staring wide-eyed at John, who chuckled and opened his arms for a hug-knowing Tom didn’t like to be touched without permission. Tom stepped into his arms and squeezed, a few tears escaping his closed eyes as John hugged him tightly. “Welcome to the family Tom, I cannot wait to call you my son.”

Tom smiled into John’s shoulder, sniffing slightly as John patted his back and took a step back. “Thank you sir, I’ll cherish her forever,” Tom said quietly, smiling still as John nodded-patting Tom’s shoulder again.

“I know you will, now come on, I think the girls are outside having lunch.” Tom nodded and turned on his heel-unable to keep the smile off his face as he walked outside to the patio to see his girlfriend(hopefully soon to be fiancée) sitting under the sun with her mother, Viktoria, and Lucy, the four sharing a plate of snacks and tea by the pool.

“Tom~” (y/n) sang, holding out her hands to him and he quickly walked over to her-giving one last thankful smile to John before taking his beloved (y/n)’s hands, stepping close and moving his other hand to her shoulder as she leaned against him. “How nice for you two to join us! We were just talking about you,”

“Good things I hope,” Tom joked, obeying (y/n)’s tug as she made him sit down with her on the chair, his gaze and smile softening as she chattered away John mirroring Tom’s position as he sat with his wife. “of course,” (y/n) said with a tone that meant she was lying and not trying to hide it, and Tom sighed shaking his head fondly.

Oh, how he loved (y/n) Alexander and had never expected it.

Perhaps it was a good thing he had let it slip he had a crush at the Slughorn after-party last year. If he hadn’t-he didn’t think he would’ve gained the courage to ask (y/n) out after that fated quidditch match.

-end-

Part 2 - its just fluff lol

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Lauren Hemp x Reader

Crazy for You

AN: this is the first time I’ve written in first person, not sure if I like it but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series

Crazy for You

I look for you in the crowd, you are

The only thing that I want to see

I think I’ve figured it out, I know

What it is that you do to me

Tying up my shoelaces in the changing room I couldn’t help but overhear Georgia say to the others that her sister was coming to our game tomorrow, my ears immediately perked up, listening intently to the conversation. “Which sister?” I asked hoping she meant her older sibling that I’ve been crushing hard on since Year 7. (Y/n) was two years above us and I remember always trying to make excuses to go around Georgia’s house after school, she’d often ask why we couldn’t go to mine which meant quickly making up excuses – mum’s friends are coming round, the goldfish is sick, I’ve lost my keys ect. I doubt she bought my reasons and knew exactly why I wanted to go to hers in the slight chance that (y/n) was home. Being nearly two years older than us she’d often be out with her friends and going to parties at the weekends. She taught us how to apply make up when we were younger and told us all about the boys she was seeing, Georgia would often talk about the boys she liked too and I had to pretend to understand. I didn’t find boys attractive, I never have and couldn’t understand why anyone in their right mind would like them – they were smelly and gross and swore all the time. At least the one’s in our class anyway! As we got older, my crush on (y/n) became much more noticeable, I’d become even more ditzy than anyone thought possible which only meant one thing – I was in love!

“The one you fancy” Georgia replied teasingly but I was so far off in my daydream that I barely registered that she’d responded to my question. “It’s been 13 years now Hempo, when are you gonna get over her? You know she’s straight!” she said throwing a bib at me, we were getting ready for our last training session before the Finalissima at Wembley tomorrow. “And you know I have a girlfriend so don’t be speaking about this in front of her.. that goes for all of ya!” making sure I reiterated that for the louder members of the team, the ones that don’t think before they talk (they know who they are!) Everyone groaned in acknowledgment of my request, my England and Man City teammates knew all about my secret crush, they tease me about it but it didn’t go any further than that. In my eyes, there’s no harm in fancying someone who’s unattainable – Georgia’s is David Beckham, Millie’s is Kevin Hart, mine is my best friend’s sister! There’s no harm in having a crush that will never amount to anything, is there?

“I don’t know what you see in her, I’m much fitter!” Georgia continued handing out bibs to the squad as she made her way towards me, poking my cheeks until she got a reaction. “Soz babes, I’m just not that into you!” standing up and patting her head before jogging out to the pitch. Since Stanners moved to Bayern, (y/n) had stopped coming to watch Man City which was weird at first because she would always come to our games. I’ve never been on a team that didn’t include George, even in school (y/n) would come and watch us play after classes finished. She’d even bring her older friends too and if the most popular girl in school watched football, most of the other students did too. We regularly had a large crowd watching us but when (y/n) left for university, that all changed. That was until we both signed for England U15s at the same time. No matter where in the world we played you could guarantee Georgia’s entire family would be there. They cheered for me like they did her as mine struggled to get to them all, my mum hates flying so would never come to the out of country games which meant Georgia’s family celebrated me as much as they did her, they made sure I never felt alone.

Georgia had known since age 16 that I had a massive crush on her sibling. It happened during a game of truth or dare on one of our weekly sleepovers, I stupidly chose ‘truth’ and had to admit who I secretly liked.. that was also the day I came out for the first time. I made her pinky promise she wouldn’t tell her sister or anyone else and to this day, she’s kept it. With adulthood I came to accept that we would never happen and opened myself up to love with another person, I now have a beautiful girlfriend of 3 years but the news of (y/n) coming to our game tomorrow still made my heart sing. I know there’s no way in hell that she’d ever feel the same way I do but that doesn’t stop me daydreaming every now and then about her.

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Walking out for warm ups I pretended to look for my family in the crowd but I was actually looking for Georgia’s. Glancing around the stadium from the north stand to the south I finally spotted them, just as George launched herself at me making my arms fly backwards to grab her into a piggy back. “Your parents and girlfriend are in the west stand Hempo” she teased making me stutter in embarrassment at getting caught and innocently turning to where Stanners was pointing, waving up at my family she jumped down from my back and waved too. She then waved to hers which I joined in with, noticing (y/n) jump and wave to be spotted be us.. or just her sister, I’m not sure. “Try be a bit more subtle next time or you’re gonna get found out” she laughed, pushing me in the direction of our first warm up.

The game was tough and after a late equaliser it came down to penalties. I was subbed in the 88th minute and watched from the sidelines as Georgia opened up the shots. My eyes couldn’t drag themselves from her family in the stand opposite to me celebrating my best friend. Tooney missed her penalty but Rachel, Alex and Chloe didn’t which gave us the win. We poured onto the pitch to celebrate with the team, launching myself onto Georgia’s back like she did to me earlier. She carried me around the pitch for the lap of honour and after we went to see our families. George came to see my parents and girlfriend with me, she’s like a daughter to my mum and the feeling felt a lot like the Euros final the year earlier. As they got the stage ready and engraved the trophy with the winning team we had just enough time to see Georgia’s family too, “I’m assuming you’re coming to see mine?” she said with a knowing smirk on her face, linking her arm through mine as we skipped down the steps. My expression said ‘well DUH’ to her question as we ran over to the other stand, confetti was still flying around in the air as we ran hand in hand across the pitch. Squeals came from the fans we ran past to get to her family who were screaming just as loud for us, enveloping us both into a warm hug in congratulations. “You done so well!” (Y/n) screamed in Georgia’s face, lifting her up with her tight squeeze of a hug before turning to me, “and you!” shaking my shoulders then wrapping her arms around my neck, planting a huge kiss on my cheek.

It felt like my eyes bulged out of my head. I was speechless! Georgia was staring right at me with a smirk on her face knowing exactly how this interaction was making me feel. If anyone took a photo of me right now it would be obvious about what I was feeling with the dumbfounded expression on my face. I was undeniably in shock! “We gotta go!” George blurted out suddenly, grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the situation before I said something stupid. And lets be honest, I would have said or done something incredibly stupid.. it’s me!

“Snap out of it El, act cool!” George encouraged, “we just won!” shaking my shoulders trying to change my emotion to anything other than smitten before collecting the trophy. It’s like the real prize didn’t even matter, I’d got what I had wanted for years.. something that felt even better than winning a trophy.

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Some Odd Numbers are Even // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Max knows that he's always been in love with his best friend, even if she was driving for the enemy, and he could live with that, but her dating the rival he has a crush on it's where he draws the line.

Warnings: Some angst, but they all take it like champs. Max kisses people when he's drunk. Some sexual comments.

Author’s Note: I had to work on this one a lot to make it fit the theme of the blog, but it motivated me to keep editing my stories, this is the beginning of everything. Rate: +18

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When Max Verstappen met Y/N he was the most hormonal 15 years-old on Earth, or at least that's how his father called him, always running around chasing girls instead of focusing on what was important. He has to admit that his head wasn't filled with the purest thoughts when they got introduced by their mutual friend, Pierre, but when she humiliated all the boys on the track winning by almost twenty seconds, he knew he fell hard. She called him her best friend the second time they hung out and, to Max's dismay, their destiny seemed to have been sealed. Best friends. He hated it, but he would take what he could get. With time, he learned to live with it. She was the first person he told he was feeling "confused", as he initially called it, and then the first he decided to let know that he was bisexual when he finally understood it. He was glad that she took it great and she was kind of surprised that he ever thought she could get mad about him liking people. They enjoyed gossiping around and sharing their opinions on the different people they liked, but he never dared to tell her how he felt about her. She has had at least five boyfriends and countless one-night stands since they met and everything always ended up in heartbreak for her. He spent years wanting to scream "I'm here, just look at me", but she never looked his way, at least not like he wanted. Still, he tried to be supportive, because she still was his best friend and his massive crush on her wasn't her fault. He was supportive when she dated that weird dude from Canada who was obsessed with her hair, when she told him that she wanted to learn how to play the guitar and when she decided that she wanted to drive for Mercedes in F1. He was still a little pissed off that she signed with Mercedes, but he took it like a big boy.

However, there was something they could never see eye to eye about and that something was actually a someone: Charles Leclerc. Max and Charles had quite the history when it came to their relationship, they were rivals above all but, unknown to Charles, the monegasque was also Max's bi awakening when they were 16. The dutch took his time getting there, but he ended up understanding that even though he was constantly wanting to rip Charles' head off, he also find him attractive. Of course, that didn't make Max like the other, he knew the difference between finding someone good looking and liking them at all. Would he have sex with Charles? Probably, in another universe. Did he stopped disliking Charles? No, definitely no. But his best friend adored Charles. Y/N could write a whole encyclopedia about Charles, she was in love with him, but Charles was that unreachable entity that never looked at her as more than Pierre's friend. He was always nice to her, attentive, charming, funny, even warm. He liked her, not the way she liked him, but he liked her anyways. The three of them were trapped in this weird triangle and Max hated it. He hated Charles for getting the attention he wanted and for getting even hotter with time. But for Max things only got worse.

They were all 24 and it was the first time in a long period that the three of them were single simultaneously. Charles had broken up with his girlfriend of two years before the start of the season, Y/N was on a celibacy run since the beginning of the year and Max broke up with his latest boyfriend who he only dated for three months. On the first race of the season he noticed that the Ferrari driver was a recurring character at the Mercedes garage. For a moment, Max thought that Charles was considering moving to Mercedes, but he soon found out that the Ferrari driver had other intentions.

"... And then I said "I'm coming on your camera, mate". Never felt so stupid in my life". Y/N laughed at Charles' story and Max could feel his blood boil inside his veins. "But well, at least I wasn't the one who suggested to milk the goats on Goat Simulator". He added softly looking at George Russell, Y/N teammate, and making the girl giggle.

"Good to know you're funny, Leclerc, now you can make a career in stand-up when you finally fail making one in racing". Charles rolled his eyes and then smirked.

"Look at that, Mr. World Champion is scared of a little competition". Charles taunted him. "What is it, Verstappen? Afraid of me stealing the title this year?"

"Okay, enough of the testosterone battle". Y/N cut them off before Max could reply. "Neither of you got the bigger stick".

"Are you sure about that, Cherie?". Max was five second away from murder. The wink was like playing with fire, but Charles did it anyways. The championship wasn't the only thing he was stealing from Max that year. "Never say things like that without proof".

That same night, around 4 am, Max opened his hotel room to an extremely happy Y/N: "You won't guess who helped me break my celibacy streak". Well... he could guess.

By summer break Charles and Y/N were officially the paddock's favourite couple, for everyone except Max. He was furious about it, and Charles fighting him the championship so closely wasn't exactly helping. Even the fans could see how much Max resented the relationship between his known best friend and rival. Every podium, cool down room and interview that included the two was filled with drama. Petty comments, eyes rolling, arms crossed and even once, Max calling Charles an idiot. But what Max didn't want to admit was that the more he was forced to spend time with Charles, the more he started to like him. He was funny and Max found himself having to suppress a laugh at one of his jokes more than once. He was also extremely good at racing and that was something that Max liked, it was the first thing that made him fall for Y/N in the first place. Also, his best friend was constantly telling him how nice Charles was to her: romantic, loving, caring. And even if Max didn't like it, he could see that Charles actually cared about Y/N, he could see that Charles was in love with her. It broke his heart, it pained him like anything before. He thought he could take it, that he was mature enough to let her go and be happy for her. But he couldn't, so he decided to put some distance, to take care of himself and protect his heart.

The second part of the season was intense. Max won his second championship, but he had put so much distance between him and his best friend that she wasn't there to celebrate with him. She was at the Ferrari garage, hugging a defeated Charles and running her hands up and down his back. The monegasque had the prize that Max wanted the most and, suddenly, the award on his hands wasn't that important. Not when she was there, supporting him. It hurt to watch, her kissing Charles and hugging him tight. Charles smiling at her, nodding his head as he accepted her words of encouragement. She was probably giving him the same speech she gave Max when he first started in F1. "You're more than enough". "Your time will come". "You have what you need to be a champion". He could remember it like it was yesterday when she would ran her fingers through his hair, his head on her lap, softly crying, the ghost of another DNF haunting him. It always worked though, her mumbled sweet words, fixing his broken ego and shattered heart. No matter the distance, Max just couldn't let her go and now he had nothing, not even his best friend. Around Christmas he had come to the conclusion that the main reason why he hated Charles and Y/N's relationship so much was because he didn't know if he wanted to be her to date Charles or be Charles to date her. He liked them both, and if learning he was bi was shocking back in his teenage years, addressing the fact that he liked two people at the same time was even more. So he did what he did best when it was off season, he got drunk. Shit-faced drunk, so wasted that he couldn't remember his own home address.

The red door in front of him was familiar and for a moment he wondered if he actually made it home. That door made him feel home, somehow. He knocked on the door a few times. His head was spinning and thinking hurt his brain. The door swung open, his best friend was looking up at him worried from the other side of it. He didn't think it through, he just grabbed her face and smashed his lips on hers. For a moment, he thought he could feel her kiss back, but as quick as the kiss started, it ended. With a mumbled "You don't know what you're doing" and sad expression on her face, Y/N led him inside and dropped him on the couch. Charles was sitting there, without a shirt and looking at him with a pissed off expression. Max had lost whatever self control he had and the words just started pouring out of his mouth like a river.

"What are you looking at, Leclerc?". He asked, words slurred.

"You just kissed my girlfriend". Charles knew it was pointless to argue with Max on that state, but he was as angry as his face showed.

"Deal with it". Max rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. "And put on a shirt, for fuck's sake, or I'm kissing you too".

For Max, there weren't many feelings worse than a hungover. It was easily on his top 5, along with heartbreak, losing at basically anything, visiting his father and eating tuna, not in that specific order. He did the best he could to look around but the sunlight was burning his eyes off, figuratively, but he felt it literally. The feeling of the furniture underneath him was oddly familiar and the smell in the air was definitely Y/N's. For a moment, he closed his eyes and decided to go back to sleep, satisfied with the feeling of being home. Suddenly, he remembered that he shouldn't be there. Sitting straight up, he found himself ready to throw up from the sudden movement. He took a look at his surroundings, Y/N's home was different from when he last remembered, a few months back. A lot of Ferrari merchandizing adorned the living room and a few framed pictures on the walls showed Charles' smiling face. Max felt the pain in his chest when he noticed that she still had up all of their pictures together. He was the most horrible friend on Earth, she loved him and he pushed her away. A picture in particular caught his attention, it was a podium from the first half of the season, in Silverstone. The three of them got into the podium on that occasion and Max had agreed to take the picture without much drama. Y/N was in the middle and both Max and Charles had their arms around her waist. They all looked genuinely happy. Max couldn't help but feel like he messed everything up, he was the only one to blame for that being the only picture they all had together. The only one, and Y/N had it hanging on her living room like it was a moment as cherished as the other life changing moments hanging on those walls. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to get out of that house. He picked up his phone and wallet from the coffee table, but his keys were nowhere to be found. He searched the whole living room desperately for almost fifteen minutes.

"You're awake". Max stopped moving at the voice of Charles ringing through the air, deep and raspy from sleep. The dutch was currently kneeled in front of the couch, trying to see if his keys were underneath it, and his back was facing Charles. He took a deep breath before he stood up and faced him.

"Yeah...". Was the only thing that Max could manage. He wanted to spit a mean comment, say something sassy enough for Charles to go away, but after seeing all of the monegasque's belongings so naturally laying around the house he didn't have the heart to disrespect him in what was undoubtedly his home.

"You had quite the night last night". Charles walked further into the living room, looking at Max with a puzzled gaze. "Do you remember anything from it?"

"Well, the last clear memory is downing something that tasted awful". Max scrunched his face remembering the taste.

"You came here around 4 in the morning-". Charles stopped talking suddenly. His tone insinuated that he had planned to say more, but he backed out last minute. He was visibly tense.

"I'm sorry". It was the first time Max had ever apologized to Charles in over ten years knowing each other.

"For how long had you liked Y/N?". To say that Max was taken aback by the question would be an understatement. His hungover head tried to think of an excuse, something that could spear him from admitting the truth. Charles could practically see the gears turning inside his head. "Don't bother lying. We know".

"We?". Max was pretty pale, but he managed to get paler.

"Listen". Charles relaxed a bit, moving closer to the couch. "You may don't believe this, but I actually like you, Max. I know that we don't have the best relationship, I'm willing to meet you half way, but I can't do that if you're not honest".

"There's no point in that anymore". Max admitted plopping himself on the couch. "She hates me. I'm the last threat to your relationship, Charles".

"She doesn't hate you. She loves you. Which is kind of awkward because she's my girlfriend". Charles sat next to Max on the couch, the other looking at him with a confused expression. "You kissed her last night".

"Fuck". Max hid his face on his hands. "I'm so sorry, Charles". Twice in less than 30 minutes?

"She kissed you back". There was this tension between them, neither knew what to do with the conversation. "We talked about it when we went to bed". Charles shifted on the couch. "It was an interesting conversation though. We freely left out some things we were hiding". Max sat straighter and looked at Charles, trying to show him that he was actively listening. "Like the fact that we both have had a crush on you for ages". That was something unexpected. "I know that I hasn't been the kindest guy to you through the years, and this doesn't excuse it, but it was really confusing when all of this started happening and I wasn't sure of what to do with it". Max remained silent. "You can say something, you know?"

"I don't know what to say". Max was perplexed. "I guess I just have so much to say that I don't know where to start".

"Morning". Y/N's voice softly entered their charged atmosphere. She walked to the couch and sat down, reading their conversation on their faces. "Are we talking about it right now?"

"I hope you don't mind, but we started without you, mon amour". Charles grabbed her hand and lightly squeezed it.

"I don't mind". She sighed deeply. "Max, we've talked and we want to propose you something". Max nodded his head. "We both really like you, like really like you-"

"Already went through that, amour, he's still processing it". Charles chuckled.

"Oh, okay. To the point then?". She asked mostly to herself. "We know that this is kind of weird and you may not be into it, Charles himself is still working on the idea, but we'd like to know if you'll be interested into adding yourself to this". She pointed between herself and Charles. Max kept quiet.

They waited patiently for Max to gather his thoughts, they knew that it was a lot to take in and they weren't aware of his crush on Charles, so there was also this fear of him not liking Charles back. They spent the night talking, went through all the options: ignore it, break up, take some time, open the relationship, and lastly, they ended up with the only option that made them happy. They both liked Max, they both wanted to be with him, but they loved each other and hated the idea of breaking up so one of them could date Max. Charles had a few contradictions with the idea, he was too wired into monogamy and found the idea uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt like it was the right choice, the one that could make him feel complete. He still had a lot to think about but he wanted to give it a try. Y/N was more open to the concept, she was more in touch with her feelings and less into monogamy than Charles.

"I have been in love with you for so long". Max said softly out of the blue. His eyes met Y/N's when she looked at him. "You have no idea. No idea how much I dreamt about you saying that back to me". He clicked his tongue. "Do you remember when I was 16 and I told you that I saw a guy and felt weird?". Y/N nodded her head. Of course she remembered when he first came out to her. "It was Charles. We had had the most intense race ever, I was just so pumped up, the adrenaline so high. And he took off his helmet and all I could think about was punching his face and then kiss it". Chales, who had been looking at his lap since Max confessed his love for Y/N, looked up at Max.

"For that long?". Charles asked. Max nodded.

"It was my bi awakening". The three of them laughed softly. The air became lighter around them.

"I always thought it was Pierre, you know?". Y/N told Max.

"Oh God, no! I mean I love Pierre, but c'mon, you both are more my type". Max said with more confidence.

"Does that mean that you're in?". Charles asked. Max looked between him and Y/N a few times and then smiled wide.

"Yeah, I'm in".

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Okay! So, this is the beginning of the relationship. remember that none of these stories are published in chronological order. They are just short stories about different situations those three went though. I hope you like it!

#charles leclerc imagine #max verstappen imagine #lestappen x reader #lestappen imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagines #max verstappen x reader #max vestappen one shot #lestappen fic

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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I SAW THAT YOU ALREADY DID THE AFTERCARE I'M SO SORRY LMAO

so maybe a jealous neymar that ends with fluff? maybe like a party, and then when they come home they have a little argument that ends with cuddles

hiii don’t worry! thank you for requesting ❤️

i really hope you like this ✨

Love letters

It was your best friend bday party tonight and of course she invited you.

Your boyfriend Neymar was coming too of course he would never miss a party even though he wasn’t invited. Your best friend wasn’t a fan of him, she didn’t like his playboy attitude and she was aware of all the girls he “dated” before meeting you. But she also knew how much he made you happy so she let it slide.

Still he wasn’t invited but he decided to come anyway.

It was 9pm and you were both leaving your home going to the club. You were the opposite of Neymar when it came to parties. You hated loud music and people drunkly dancing around each other. Your birthdays always consisted of watching movies with friends and eating a lot of junk food. So you weren’t happy about going to a club but you did anyway because it was your best friend you were talking about.

You weren’t wearing anything “club appropriated”, in fact if it wasn’t because you were with Neymar they wouldn’t even let you in. You had a pair of black jeans and a cute white jumper because honestly, it was cold outside. Everything matched perfectly with your black and white Jimmy Choos. Your make up was simple and well made but not to much excessive. Just a red lipstick to bright up your face, with some mascara and eyeliner, and of course concealer.

You knew your best friend had expensive tastes so Neymar got her a new Louis Vuitton for her birthday. This gift to justify his presence.

You got her a cute friendship bracelet, the one from Cartier tho. Yes she made you spend a lot of money but she was your only real friend so you would do it anyway.

The party has already started when you got in. You hugged your best friend and gave her gift when Neymar went to grab a few drinks.

You needed to drink, it would have been a long night.

Only one hour into the party and you were already bored and tired of the loud music. Neymar, otherwise, was dancing with a lot of strangers in the middle of the dance floor and you couldn’t help but laugh at his half drunken state.

“Y/n?” a foreign voice called your name.

When you turn around to see who called you, you see someone who looked familiar but couldn’t connect the dots.

Then everything came back.

“Tommy?” you called.

Tommy was your middle school best friend and secret crush. He was the nerdy boy who always helped you with exams and homework and he would always spend the after school watching cartoons with you.

You haven’t seen him since you were 16.

“Heyyy it’s me” he said sitting next to me.

I couldn’t believe it was actually him!

“It’s been so long” he said “what are you up to now? I know you’re dating a certain famous football player” he said pointing at Neymar.

You laughed a bit.

“Well, ehm yes, we’ve been dating for ove two years now…things are going well. What about you?”

“I’m actually a lawyer now!” he said proudly.

I knew it he would have make it far.

We talked for what I think it were hours since everyone started leaving the party so I decided to look for Neymar and go home.

Before I went I stood up and hugged Tommy. His hands lowering a little bit but you didn’t think about it much. Maybe he just missed you.

Before leaving he left you his number with the excuse “in case you need a lawyer”.

He was actually flirting with you but truth was that you were a very naïve person, you couldn’t make a difference from when a person was flirting with you and from when a person was just being nice. In most cases people were just trying to get into your pants but you couldn’t know if it wasn’t for Neymar scaring everyone away.

“Babe?” you called him when you found him sat on a couch “are you ready to go home?” you asked him.

He simply stood up without saying a word.

He left the club and you were following behind him.

You got into the car and asked him if he was okay but he wouldn’t answer.

When you got home you went straight into the bathroom and changed yourself into a pair of gray short pants and a long hoodie. They were both Neymar’s of course. When you got out you found him sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand.

“Babe?” you called “aren’t you coming to bed?” you asked him

“Me? Why don’t you ask your friend?”

“Ah?” you asked completely confused

“You know who I’m talking about”

“Tommy?”

“So that’s his name?”

“I don’t understand - why are you acting so strange?”

“I don’t know maybe because my girlfriend flirted the whole night with a stranger and she let him touch her ass?” he asked ironically

I was very confused.

“What you mean?”

“Oh don’t play stupid! You flirted with a man the whole night! I’ve seen him touching your ass and giving you his number!”

“That’s not how it went…” you tried to resonate

“Oh so what happened?” he asked getting mad

“He’s a friend, I know him…we were at school together and I haven’t seen him for 10 years”

“So because he’s a friend you let him touching your ass? I didn’t know you were so generous” he said back.

This hurt.

I was fully crying now but he wouldn’t let go.

“Stop playing so innocent when you’re out there acting like a whore” he said instantly regretting it. But it was too late.

He saw the expression change in your face, from hurt and mad to completely heartbroken and disappointed.

He tried to take a few steps towards you but stopped when he saw you were leaving.

“I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom” you said leaving and closing the door of your guest bedroom.

That night you both didn’t sleep.

You spent the whole night crying and you could swear he could hear you sobbing.

He spent the night awake regretting everything he said. He wish he could turn back time.

Then morning came and you didn’t dare leaving your room. When you stood up to open the window you saw a small piece of paper under the door.

You picked it up and it was a message from Neymar.

I’m sorry I messed up.

I over reacted for nothing.

I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve you.

You’re the greatest thing that came into my life and I managed to fuck everything up.

I’m sorry. I really am.

- Neymar

You were in tears after reading that letter. Yes he was an idiot but he was your idiot. So you decided to go out and you saw him standing in the corridor with his back pressed to the gym room.

“Hey…” he said softly coming towards you “I’m so stupid I fucked everything up but I got so jealous seeing him touching you and making you laugh that I thought you liked him or something…” he confessed

“You’re the only one for me Ney…”

“You’re the only one for me babe, and I’m so sorry for acting like a dick, would you please forgive me?” he said with tears in his eyes. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable it made your heart crack a little.

“Of course baby” you said hugging him and him wrapping his hands around your body.

He took your chin up and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, more like “i’m sorry kiss”. You still enjoyed it.

“Let me make it up to you” he said picking you up and bringing you into your shared bedroom.

He laid you gently on the bed and started kissing and undressing you.

If this is how he acted after a fight you should probably fight more often, you thought smiling.

#neymar smut #neymar angst #neymar fluff #neymarjr x reader #neymarjrxreader #neymar x reader #neymar junior #neymar #paris saint germain #psg #football #football imagine

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destiel-wings · 2 months

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I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are your thoughts on angel x buffy? :)

Hii i don't mind, thank you for asking 😊

So, I used to love bangel sooooo much when i first watched the show. I was 100% into it, (with a crush for Boreanaz too) and i cried so much for them in s2 and when Angel left the show in s3. And I truly, sincerely, unironically hated Spike too (I thought he was a great character but i just loved hating him, you know? Lol). When we saw Spike's dream of kissing Buffy I swear i felt nauseous.

... and then they aired Fool for love.

By the end of that episode I was left in utter existential crisis in front of my tv because i felt my whole world shift. There was a part of me that still liked Angel and Buffy, but there was also this new part that wanted her to be with Spike now.

So anyway, that's when i decided to switch teams and i became team spuffy, and for as much as i had been obsessed with bangel before, it was nothing compared to how deep i was caught into the Buffy and Spike relationship. I never looked back. They were just much more complex and real and compelling. And it made me reevaluate Angel and her relationship with him too. Angel never really knew Buffy, always treated her like a child, and let's be honest--and that's something that hit me only years later when I got older--she was a child when they were together. He was spying on her and falling in love with her when she was just fifteen years old and he was a 240-year-old vampire who had been sired at like 26 years old, and they got together when she was 16/17 and he broke up with her when she turned 18... I don't think that's something the writers did intentionally of course, because (as everything else in buffy) it's just meant to be taken as a metaphor for the ideals and struggles and the intensity of drama of a girl's first love, but it still comes off as icky.

And before anyone comes at me, I know spuffy isn't healthy either, but that's kinda the point and the appeal. First of all, it's fiction and a metaphor, and secondly, it's about two broken people that are supposed to be mortal enemies but are actually two sides of the same coin, so different and yet so much the same, who can understand each other as a whole, light and darkness, in a way that no one else ever could, who yes, hurt each other along the way, but whose love saved them from the deepest darkness, ultimately bringing them into the light.

This is what spuffy is to me, and this is why i think it's not only the superior ship, but one of the best ships of all time (thee best, until i saw destiel, now they're sharing the podium).

So anyway, to get back to your question, the moment i became obsessed with Buffy and Spike (and i have been ever since 2005, lmao, they've been my first real obsession, alongside btvs, until spn and destiel) Angel sort of became the enemy 😅. And I hated him so so so so so much when he appeared in 7x21 and kissed Buffy (pure fanservice, but okay) and brought the medallion that ultimately killed Spike. So i spent years very maturely holding my vendetta against Angel (like, rooting for every demon that fought against him when I watched Angel, lmaoo). In most recent years, I've (sort of) made my peace with the character, after rewatching Angel. I mean he's still the enemy (of course, duh!! Who am i if not eternally petty??) but i appreciate him in his own show.

So i don't ship Angel and Buffy anymore, but I can understand why someone would (as i myself used to), and more importantly, i respect other people's right to ship them.

If we're joking, I'm going to insult Angel and keep saying he's the enemy. But on a mature serious note, I think Buffy and Angel were a great first love (for Buffy), but they were supposed to be just that, the impossible teenage girl's dream of a first love, eternal but doomed to end and break your heart.

I think Angel was much more well paired with Cordelia (which is something I'd never think I'd say), and i found myself shipping them so much when I rewatched the show. It felt so much more mature and profound than what we saw with Buffy and Angel (and that's probably due to the fact that we got slow burn for them - as we did for Buffy and Spike- and could actually see the feelings growing, while Buffy crushed on Angel in the pilot and she was madly in love (as teenagers do) in 0.5 seconds for no apparent reason than the fact that he was hot and mysterious.

So when I say the kiss in btvs 7x21 makes zero sense, I'm not just talking about spuffy, but also about cangel. I feel like both characters parted ways and lived on in their own shows to grow and become their own persons, developing other relationships that were more adult and meaningful, and that kiss was just disrespectful for both (but anyways, it doesn't change anything).

I have so many thoughts about all this honestly, and I hope I haven't gone too much off the tangent with my reply, but i couldn't just give you a simple reply because that would've had to be something like "angel is the enemy and i don't like bangel" but as you can see my thoughts are a little more complex than that 😅

#btvs #spuffy #spuffy vs bangel #anti bangel #buffy x spike #angel x cordelia #cangel #my commentary #my opinion #asks #asks answered #@anniemurphy #sorry it took me a little while to reply but i wanted to give a thoughtful answer <3

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soobberries · 1 year

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Dilf!Seonghwa

Edit: this is a repost from my old blog including the little description below and I decided to not change anything about it. The blog I tagged below doesn't seem to exist anymore. :( also lmao I already started working on a part 2 xD yay!

Guys ahsdgajha. Lmao please I need to provide background for this post. I read @atiny-thingz Dilf!Ateez post and lemme tell you, I screamed. It brought back the memory of this running joke my friends and I used to have in 11th grade about this really hot dad that everyone crushed on. So in honour of the post that inspired me and my real life experience, I decided I would write this.

It is only a headcanon/au thing, but let me know if I should perhaps do a part 2?

Edit: here's part 2

This is the first time I’m writing kinda suggestive content and I’m pretty new to it so go easy on me, but I would love some feedback. It’s only suggestive at the end though lol.

Warning: Despite this technically being based on a legal reader, since there is a somewhat large age-gap - thought I would clarify:

Please be aware that I do not condone any type of relationships between minors and adults, nor do I encourage the idea of being a homewrecker. This is all just fiction! So without further ado, let’s get started!

Genre: Doesn’t exactly have one but has elements of crack and is suggestive.

Age: This is written for a somewhat mature audience so please, no under 16s. Stay safe younglings <3

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Ah yes, another day, another random school fundraiser.

Your mom got you to look after one of her colleague’s daughter, Nila, for the week while they went on a business trip.

It was the middle of the week and, while this kid was adorable, you’d literally do anything else then go to this weird fundraiser on such a beautiful afternoon.

Oh well, duties are duties.

So as this cutie kid drags you along throughout the whole school, showing you all the stalls and requesting that you buy her some food before she has her ‘shift’, you can’t help but notice that there are only parents here. No other students, siblings - nothing.

A deep exasperated sigh left your mouth because you were here for a good three hours, and quite frankly, despite this little fundraiser having some talks you could attend, you really had no idea how you would busy yourself since the talks offered were a bit boring and you had to pay a large chunk to get a space. Bummer.

Anyway after sharing some mouth-watering cookies with the little girl she asks you to come with her to her stall where she and her peers would be selling cold drinks, and of course you couldn’t say no because this kid was actually a sweetheart and you had it nowhere in your heart to do such.

So obviously you proceed to accompany her there.

It’s a cute stall, and you smile at the youthful, yet ignorant excitement shining in the little girl’s eyes as she exchanges the ‘duty cap’ that one of her classmates had on just prior.

Oh if only they knew what a real job was like.

It wasn’t until after the other girls left, that you realised she was alone, causing you to enquire about her job, wondering if she’s working the shift by herself.

“No, don't worry! Yerim is also doing the job with me. I’m sure she’ll come soon. See? That’s why there’s two hats.” She said, gesturing towards the other cap on the counter.

You nodded quaintly and silently decided to wait with her until her friend came.

“Daddy! Look! Nila is working with me!” A shout came from behind you and a little girl came running to bear hug Nila, causing the both of them to burst into a fit of giggles.

You smiled at the pair and watched mindlessly as Nila got Yerim her hat.

“Oh? Are you looking after Nila?” A voice called out.

‘Oh boy, here we go. Time to get out the speaking to parents voice’

Those were your thoughts as you dreaded having to act somewhat proper so the snobby parents around you wouldn’t undermine you. You took a quick millisecond to gather yourself before turning to face th-

Holy shit.

A blessing.You’ve been blessed. You can die happily now.

This man’s smile-

It’s shining. Blinding you and you do not care, he can have your eyesight.

Cue the slo-mo scene in the movies where everything looks ethereal and suddenly you picture him taking your hand, giving you flowers, and asking the same thing he just did in a softer more seductive tone.

AHaha but it’s not a movie so get yourself together you thirsty piece of flesh.

“Uh yeah, I am, her mom is away on business.” You said smiling, dying inside at the realisation that today was the day you decided to wear such a boring outfit.

Oof pain.

“Oh? I don’t recall Shannon saying she was going away,” He said furrowing his eyebrows, before staring at you,

YO SHIT IS HE CHECKING YOU OUT? HE’S CHECKING YOU OUT FOR SURE.

“nor that she would be leaving such a cute babysitter in her place.” He chuckles nonchalantly.

How is he so calm after saying that like it’s nothing??? Tf???

Fine, two can play this game sir.

“Well she didn’t tell me she was acquainted with such an attractive man either.”

That wasn’t the strongest comeback but like you're nervous okay?

He smiled at the remark, seemingly about to say something, only to be interrupted by his darling daughter.

“Daddy you have to buy something ya know!”

He let out a chuckle that you could only describe as handsome.

“Mhhmm! You too y/n” Nila said toward you with such bright eyes you couldn’t bother saying no. [as mentioned earlier, this cute kid has you weak.]

“Hmm okay you two, since you're all grown up, tell us the prices of your drinks.” You say egging the two girls on, to the man beside you’s amusement.

As the two little girls hurriedly tried to find the price list and decide who’s speaking first, Mr. handsome man turned to you.

“I like that name, Y/n,” He reached out his hand in front of him, “I’m Seonghwa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hehehehehehehe play it cool.

Daintely placing your hand in his and gently giving him a small squeeze as you do so, you let out:

“The pleasure is all mine.”

The two of you end up buying water bottles, him insisting that he pays for you so the girls have less to work out in terms of prices (apparently)

You greeted the girls, leaving them to attend to their shift, and discovered that Seonghwa was going to be here a while as well, in which the two of you concluded it would be a good idea to talk off the hours rather than wandering around alone.

You both wander around (a little awkwardly in silence mind you) until you find a table made to look like a wine barrel for a rustic vibe with two high chairs beside it. It matched the theme of this area which was made to be like an expensive barnhouse.

Now lemme tell you, water ain’t as classy as wine but that didn’t stop Seonghwa from calling over one of the workers serving cocktails, and asking for two empty wine glasses.

He then elegantly poured the water into both wine glasses.

“I suppose it’s too early to be drinking but never too early to stay hydrated in a classy way.” He said.

LMAO this guy has dad humour or very dry, dead humour.

You let out a genuine giggle since that was such a dorky thing to say.

“My peers would probably disagree with you as most of them pop out a beer by 9:05.”

“Yes of course, around your age, you don’t quite have the same responsibilities as I do.”

“Oh? Such as working and taking care of a kid? Because it would appear that I have to worry about that too” You replied cheekily even though you probably know he’s living a bit more of a tiring life by the way he spoke.

He let out a heavy sigh which you didn’t expect after your poor attempt of making the convo entertaining.

“Well yes that may be true, but at least you aren’t dealing with a toxic relationship - Only staying and sucking it up for the sake of your child.”

Oh. well that’s quite the share.

“I’m sorry to hear you're dealing with some hardships.” You utter out, genuinely sympathetic.

“But in my opinion, regardless of the child, you should make a decision that makes you happy. You can raise Yerim with no issue even when separated. Rather that, than letting her grow up in an unhappy home, no..? Then again what do I know?” You say while spinning the water in your glass as if it really was wine.

He paused while circling his pointer finger around the rim of his glass. His head resting on his other hand, seemingly in deep thought.

He looked towards you with an intense gaze. One that made you feel small and had your body urging you to run away. But it also captivated you, so you fought your body and held your breath instead to calm down the intimidation you were feeling.

His whole aura changed for some reason...

“You’re not wrong in what you're saying,” he leaned over the barrel, a little closer to you, “But what if the decision that makes me happy is looked down upon?” He said lowly, looking you up and down once again.

This shouldn’t make you nervous. In fact nothing could be considered remotely inappropriate and yet your breath was hitching and your stomach was churning.

Why? Why is this random man making you feel, for lack of better words, so weird.

Bad brain! Bad!

You must be looking too much into his words to think he could be insinuating something...right?

You wanted to back up a little, and lean away from him, feeling as though you needed to gather yourself, but as you leaned back the wine glass full of water was knocked over, splaying it’s contents over you.

The glass was saved, thankfully landing on some grass, protecting your wallet from a potential bill from the school or whoever owned this damned glass.

Your clothes and dignity however?

Can’t really say the same thing…

You stand up immediately picking up the glass and placing it on the table.

Only then do you tense up at the sudden coldness against your skin.

“Oh dear, are you alright, should I get you some paper towels or maybe a napkin?” Seonghwa stood up immediately at your side.

Even though this was painfully embarrassing and the looks you were getting from others didn’t help, you wanted to play it cool.

“No, no, don’t worry. I should’ve been more careful.”

You decided to look inside the little bag you had brought with you, trying to see if you have any sort of tissues with you.

What an awful day to be wearing a shirt that becomes somewhat transparent when wet…

As you're searching, you fail to realise just how transparent the shirt is, obliviously just trying to find an easy solution.

You may have been oblivious, but Seonghwa was not. He couldn’t help the large gulp he took as he saw the shirt stick to your skin, basically exposing anything underneath for everyone to see.

He had a few intrusive thoughts but he shook them off, instead, taking his jacket and placing it over you.

“What are-”

He takes your arm in his grasp and your bag in his other hand, leading you away from some of the snobby parents who had the audacity to still be looking at you in disgust because of your now ‘revealing’ shirt.

We don’t stan those parents alright?

Anyway he knows this school well and so he leads you towards a much more empty area and opens a door to what you’d assume is to be a guest restroom since it looked pretty fancy compared to the normal trashy bathrooms you see in highschools.

He placed your bag down onto the sink and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t as small as a cubicle, but it was still a very small space to be in, not leaving much room to move around too much.

“Sorry, I just thought it would be more convenient if you cleaned and tried to dry up here.”

Oh? Well yeah this works you guess…

Then you see the mirror.

Cue heat rising to your cheeks and your breath hitching a little.

Oh that’s why he thought it would be a good idea…

Bro your torso is on display. Like, deadass.

Mental note: don’t wear white shirts and be a clumsy dumbass simultaneously in the future.

As you’re staring in the mirror in a small state of shock and further embarrassment, Seonghwa mindlessly grabs the towel next to the sink in the small cubicle, and tugs up your shirt a little bit so that he can place the towel on top of the wet mark a bit more easily.

Haha what?

It’s only when he notices that you’re extremely still, that he realises he shouldn’t just be wiping down a stranger’s shirt for them…

He immediately comes to a halt, while awkwardly glancing at you with the same slightly panicked expression that you held on your own face.

However, Seonghwa realised that, your face, flushed out a little, is frustratingly endearing to look at.

He almost felt the urge to just cradle your face in his hands right then and there...Maybe pulling you in closer

Mr. Park NO!

He shakes his thoughts away, immediately apologising, slowly retracting his arm.

But you know what your dumbass did?

Held his arm in place.

Yup.

You don’t know why, but it’s like your brain was straight out malfunctioning.

Body, actions, thoughts, rationality - all of it was not communicating with each other and you couldn’t logically explain your actions.

It just felt like maybe you should keep him there and let him take care of you, no matter how strange that may seem. It seemed right…

Either way this is just awkward and now there’s just so, so much tension.

The air is literally weighing on you a bit, especially since Seonghwa went silent after you instinctively grabbed his arm.

It was still, silent, and it felt as though if you moved, reality would break into pieces.

Dramatic way to explain the situation? Maybe. But it really did feel close to that.

“I uh...It’s okay. You can continue.” You let out shakily.

BRO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING OH MY GOSH. HE’S GOING TO THINK YOU’RE CRAZY.

I’m literally getting second hand embarrassment lmao, moving on.

He just adjusted his throat and gave a quaint nod before continuing what he was doing.

The issue was that now he was hyper focused on trying to not make any direct contact with your skin. His touches are so light, that it’s obviously ineffective, and you and him both know that, but no one wants to say anything.

He’s keeping his eyes glued to the wet patch on your shirt and as you look hopelessly at the soggy thing, you can’t help but let your eyes wander to his arms.

Holy shit his arms. You were already flustered, and now you have to sit still knowing his arms look so good? No way. It’s over for you.

His biceps bulged a little since it was bent, and the dress shirt he was wearing tightened around it, only accentuating how firm he was.

If he’s just that firm on his arms...Imagine what he’s like everywhere else…

Great… Now your feeling heat rush to more areas than just your cheeks.

Look away Y/n. Look away. Literally anywhere but there.

Ah yes, look at the ceiling.

You bit at your lip nervously, and in hopes that it would be a gentle reminder to restrain yourself from looking over at him.

“Can you-”

Your eyes meet his, and he darts his eyes elsewhere almost immediately.

He straightens himself up, letting go of your shirt and placing that hand now on the towel.

“Can you not bite your lip like that..?” He steals a glance at you before sighing.

“Ahem...Please.”

His ears are definitely a shade of pink and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Honestly you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful and more confident knowing that you weren’t the only one being flustered here.

You felt like you could breathe a little now.

Maybe your brain did a 180 a bit too quickly, since now you decided to lean closer to him, ensuring that your head popped up within his eye view, which was predominantly the floor at the moment.

You tilted your head tauntingly.

“Why? Does it make you nervous?” You said with a playful undertone in your voice - the seemingly newfound confidence urging you on in your antics.

He let out a scoff, turning his head to the side in disbelief before turning his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised, ready to challenge you.

He now leaned closer, clearly asserting a dominant aura with a small smirk graced on his face.

“Trust me, if I wanted to see you wet, this situation would be a lot different.”

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

That was unexpected.

No you won’t back down. You’ve been flustered too much today and you’re tired.

Game face: on.

There’s no time to let the wet shirt of yours get the best of you. It is now no longer your priority in this moment.

[A/N: let’s go Y/N, show ‘em what you got]

You saunter close to him, pushing your hands on his chest causing him to lean back into the wall.

“Is that so?” You chuckle, reaching for his tie, tugging at it a little, before busying yourself with tightening it and making it look a little neater.

“And in what ways, would that situation be different?” you uttered out in the most seductive voice you could muster.

You held back a smirk as his breath audibly hitched.

He found his hand, crawling to grip your hip. Pulling you a bit closer towards him - bodies just touching.

“Well for starters, you wouldn’t have a shirt that would be able to get wet in the first place.”

You flattened out the tie, coming to a halt, taking time to gaze at him.

“Oh? And why’s that?” You said lowly, acting dumb.

His grip tightened around your hip, finally pulling you into his chest.

The slight dampening of his shirt didn’t bother him as much as his urge to touch you more did.

“Because, Y/n,” He spoke, leaning in so that you could now feel his breath fan your lips,

“In an ideal situation, you and I would both be naked.”

#〘manga; writing✎ᝰ〙#ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez drabbles #ateez reactions #ateez smut

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mamaestapa · 1 year

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You Are In Love

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: You go to the playoff game Joe wanted you to come to. While you’re there, you reminisce on the last few months and figure out your true feelings for Joe…

•word count: 5.1k

•warnings: angst, lots of fluff, slow-burn coming to an end, the usual :)

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January 16, 2023

Tonight is the night. It's the Bengals first playoff game of the season.

You didn't think you’d go, but after making up with Joe yesterday for what he did to you and Jake, he let you know that he had a couple tickets available. He even said he wants you to be there. Every time you think back on that conversation with Joe, that feeling of butterflies swarming in your tummy appears. That's been happening to you a lot lately, and honestly, you think it's almost exciting? You haven't felt those butterflies for somebody in a long time. It makes you giddy, reminding you of the time when you were in high school. Having crushes on the boys that you knew were way out of your league but made you feel so happy nonetheless.

But let's keep this straight: just because Joe makes you feel a little giddy doesn't mean you necessarily have a crush on him.

He just makes you feel a lot of feelings you haven't felt in a long time, and it makes you feel good knowing it's possible for you to feel this way again.

The game doesn't start for a few hours, but you’re going to be tailgating with Macee and some of the other players wives and girlfriends before it starts. You have never done any sort of tailgate before, so you were looking forward to having a good time and meeting some of the girls Macee has told you so much about.

You picked out your outfit for the game. Opting for a pair of leather leggings, a black long sleeve, and since it's the middle of winter and colder than a witches tit outside, you decided to finish off the look with an orange puffer jacket from the boutique. Once you were dressed, you styled your hair to your liking and put on a simple makeup look. You went into your bedroom and did one final look in your full body mirror before you decided to head to the stadium.

About twenty five minutes later you pulled into the spot next to Macee's car. The group of WAG's waving at you with grins of excitement as they watched you pull in to the parking lot. You put your car into park, took the keys out of the ignition, and got out of the car, smiling at all of the women surrounding Macee's car.

"Hey Y/n!" Macee said with a grin, "I'm so glad you could make it."

She pulled you into a hug and you returned the smile. you squeezed her gently as you said, "Thank you for inviting me, I'm excited to meet everyone!"

She pulled away and introduced you to the other girls.

"Y/n, this is Holly and Chassidy," Macee said, "and you've already met Emma and Alisa."

You smiled sweetly and waved at the girls as Macee introduced you, "And girls, this is Y/n, Joe's roommate."

"Hi," you said, "it's so nice to meet all of you."

"We've heard so much about you!" Holly grinned as she pulled you into a hug. Holly was adorable. Her smile contagious and she seems like a very sweet girl.

"All good things I hope." You joked, finishing your sentence with a light chuckle.

Chassidy chucked as she hugged you next, "Of course."

"Good."

The girls all smiled. Macee handed you a raspberry white claw and said, "I figured you could use one of these."

You accepted the drink and thanked Macee. You knew this game would be a good one, but it would definitely keep nerves high all night. A couple hard seltzers would definitely help ease those nerves. For the next hour or so, you and the girls enjoyed your tailgate, eating lots of different dips and appetizer type snacks. As you were cleaning up the area, Holly approached you, wearing a small smirk on her face.

"Hey," she said sweetly, "Emma and I are going to get some pictures with Sam and my Joe before they go to the locker room, want to come with?"

You smiled at her offer, “I'd love to."

She clapped and grinned excitedly, "Yay!" she lowered her voice slightly as she said, "You know, sometimes the other Joe comes out too. I can get a picture of the two of you if you'd like."

"Okay, sure." you nodded, giving Holly a small smile. She grinned and walked over to Emma, letting her know about the pictures. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was to come. Would Joe think it's weird that I want a picture with him?

You, Holly, and Emma, helped the rest of the girls finish cleaning up all of things they had setup for the tailgate before the three of you headed off to the tunnel the players walked through to head to the locker room. As you walked further down the tunnel, I you saw three men standing around and talking. Once you were close enough, you realized it was Joe, Sam, and the other Joe, Joe Bachie, standing around.

"Hey you!" Holly called out, laughing as her Joe turned around.

"There you are," he chuckled, meeting Holly in the middle, "I was starting to think you forgot."

"I'd never forget our pre-game pictures." She puckered her lips as he planted a sweet kiss to them.

"Come on guys," Sam groaned, a playful smile on his face after his complaint.

Holly flipped him off as she continued to kiss Joe. Emma chuckled and walked up to Sam, the two of them greeting each other with a tight embrace and a sweet kiss. You smiled as you watched the two couples share their own individual sweet moments with eachother. You walked over to Joe, his blue eyes lighting up when he saw you walk closer to him.

"Hey." you smiled, stopping just inches in front him.

"Glad you could make it," he said, crossing his arms in front of him, "I like your outfit."

You looked down at your body and then back up at Joe, a faint blush on your cheeks, "Oh, thanks. I just picked something out last minute."

He chuckled, "Well it looks good."

“Thanks," I gestured to his body, "Yours looks good too, love the pink hoodie."

He looked down at his sweatshirt and back at you with a sly look, "Heh, you like this one?"

You nodded. Joes pink Nike hoodie was one your favorites. Not only is it super cute, but it's really comfortable as well...you only know that because you’ve stolen it from his laundry a couple times. Oops.

"Oh Y/n," Holly said in a sing songy voice, "let me take your picture." She pulled her phone out and pointed between you and Joe.

You looked up at Joe and shook your head, “You don't have to, I just thought-."

He shook his head, "I don't mind. C'mere." He held his left arm up, beckoning for you to come into his side. You smiled and tucked yourself into his side, wrapping an arm around his back while your other hand was placed on his lower left side. Joe draped his arm around your back, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"So cute!" Holly gushed as she took a couple pictures of the two of you.

"Ooooo, Joey's blushing." Sam teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Joe. Joe rolled his eyes at Sam and Holly put her phone away.

"I'll send 'em to you."

You pulled yourself away from Joe, turning your body into his and looking into his eyes. You smiled softly as you said, "Good luck tonight."

He smiled, "Thanks sweets. I'll see you later tonight."

You nodded and said goodbye to the Joe's and Sam, the girls doing the same. The three of you walked out of the tunnel and back out to the outside of the stadium. More and more fans from both teams were beginning to pour in, making Paycor stadium become a madhouse. The rest of the girls were chatting with some fans when you re-joined them.

"Oh em gee," the blonde girl wearing a Burrow jersey expressed in pure disbelief, "are you Joes new girlfriend?"

Your eyes widened in disbelief. That's the first time You’ve heard that from a fan.

"Uh," you shook your head, "nope. I'm not dating Joe."

She frowned, "But Deuxmoi said you were."

Emma glanced at you and chuckled at the girl, “You can't believe everything you see on that page, hun."

"So you're not dating Joe?"

You shook your head, your response making the girl smile.

"Good. Put in a good word for me okay? My name is Mia." She winked.

You just chuckled, "Will do."

Mia and the rest of her group thanked all of you for being so kind and getting pictures with her and her friends before they went off to the inside of the stadium.

Macee shook her head, "That was...something."

All of you laughed. Interactions with fans can be pretty crazy sometimes. Mia seemed sweet, but I you probably won't be telling Joe about her.

You pulled your phone out and saw that you got a post notification on Instagram from the Bengals. You opened the app, and the first thing you saw was that the team had posted pictures of the players pre-game outfits. You scrolled through the photos, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the picture of Joe. After stopping in the tunnel for pictures, Joe had changed into a different pre-game outfit. He was wearing his pair of gray jeans, a cream colored vintage Bengals tee, and a black jacket/windbreaker. What made my heart stop and those butterflies flutter was the number nine diamond necklace adorning his neck. The necklace that you got him for Christmas.

You couldn't help but smile as you looked at the photo. This was the first time you’ve seen Joe wear the necklace. It made you quite happy knowing he liked it enough to pair it with one of his pre-game fits.

"What's got you all smiley?" Chassidy asked, coming up to stand next to you.

You shook your head and turned your phone off, "Nothing, just a picture a friend sent."

Chassidy narrowed her eyes and nodded slowly, "Mhm..."

"I promise," you reply, letting out a laugh. Chassidy just hummed and chuckled softly. She was going to say something, but Alisa cut her off.

"Should we head in ladies?"

Emma nodded, "Yes. I need to get off my feet, they're swelling more and more by the minute."

You smiled sympathetically at Emma, "Let's go then."

The six of you headed into the stadium, ready to sit down and watch one of the most anticipated games of the season. You’ve only been to one Bengals game during your time in Cincinnati this year—which was a blast by the way! During that game, you were in the stands by the Bengals sideline with Macee, the two of you sitting with the fans. This time around though, you’ll be up in a suite with some of the wives and girlfriends of the players. You may be a little out of place up there, but at least you know you’ll still have a lot of fun.

Upon entering the suite, you noticed the variety off food and beverage options for you ladies on the tables. You would definitely be indulging in the chocolate covered strawberries tonight. You walked around the suite, deciding to set your purse and phone down on the seat next to Macee's before looking out at the field.

The first thing you noticed was that you had a great view of the game from the suite. As you looked out onto the field, the players were beginning to prepare for their pre-game warmups. Your eyes scanned the field, searching for Joe. A small appeared on your face as you saw him throwing the ball back and forth on the sideline. After he threw the ball for the third time, he adjusted his pads, pulling at his jersey to make sure things weren't too tight. You think it's extremely attractive when players hold their jerseys at the collar. As the pre-game warm ups continued, you couldn’t seem to peel your eyes away from Joe. You told yourself you’d look elsewhere when the game actually starts

But you were definitely wrong...

~time skip~

There was about five minutes left in the third quarter, the Bengals were down one point with the score being 10-9. You all watched anxiously as the Bengals were at the one yard line. Joe yelled his cadence and snapped the ball. Once the ball was in his hands he rushed into the end zone with ease. The stadium went absolutely crazy. You and the girls cheered, each of you giving each other high fives. The Bengals went for two and succeeded, Joe completing a pass to Tee, putting the score in the Bengals favor now.

You smiled happily as you watched Joe celebrate with his teammates before taking his helmet off and jogging to the sidelines. Joe had a wide grin on his face, looking happier than ever in that moment. But really, Joe's looked like that this whole game.

You’re going to be honest. Since kickoff, you haven't been able to take your eyes off of him. Even when he's on the sidelines and especially when he's out on that field, all I can focus on is him. All you can think about is the way his face and corners of eyes crinkle when he smiles, or the way he throws that football with such grace and ease. How his dark blonde hair still looks perfect when he takes that helmet off and how his blue eyes light up when a good play happens. Your smile grew and your eyes sparkled as you brought your attention back to Joe on the sidelines. You couldn't focus on the game anymore as your mind was currently elsewhere. Memories of the past few months of living with Joe flooding into your mind...

flashbacks begin...(you are in love by taylor swift starts playing)

You looked up from the paper as you walked up the small flight of stairs that led you to the B apartments. You walked down the hallway and stopped at the door reading B30. You pulled your key out from your purse, but stopped as soon as you brought it up to the door. This was your apartment now too, yes, but I you couldn't just walk in like you’ve lived there forever. You may be a little crazy sometimes, but you do have manners. You didn't want to make a bad impression on the first day of meeting your new roommate. You brought your hand up to the gray door and knocked three times. You backed up from the door, gulping as you took a step back. You were starting to grow nervous.

The door opened and your jaw dropped. The sight in front of you had you feeling all sorts of things all at once.

"Hi." you breathed out.

"Oh. Hey there, sweetheart."

Standing in the door way of your new home was Joe Burrow.

He smirked, "I don't make people speechless that often, but when I do it's usually not in this setting."

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered out breathlessly, "It's not everyday you come face to face with an NFL player."

He smiled at your words.

"Are you Kayla's boyfriend?" you asked.

Joe's eyes widened, "Kayla, as in Kayla Bradshaw?"

You nodded. He shook his head with a chuckle, "Nope. Kayla's fiancé Brad would have me dead."

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment from him just speaking to you. You couldn't believe you were talking to the Joe Burrow.

"Well, I think I have the wrong apartment."

He chuckled, "Let me see. Maybe I can direct you in the right direction."

You pulled out the paper Carol gave to you yesterday, handing it to Joe. His bright blue eyes scanned the page. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed together in confusion.

Joe cleared his throat, "Huh."

You frowned, looking up at him. "What?"

"You have the right one."

Your eyes widened, "So, that means-."

He cut me off, asking in an incredulous tone, "You're my new roommate!?"

next flashback

"Hi?"

Joe pointed at you, "You're wearing a Bengals sweatshirt."

You hummed, pulling more pieces of hair out to style, "Oh really? I didn't notice."

Joe rolled his eyes, adjusting the sleeves to his floral suit. You couldn't help but examine his outfit choice for tonight's game against the Miami Dolphins. He wore a black suit that had large white roses all over.

You cant deny that Joe looks hot as hell in that suit.

You and Joe may not be too fond of each other, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn't fine as hell

"You didn't tell me you're going to the game tonight?"

You shrugged, "Didn't think you'd care."

"I'm not that much of a dick, Y/n."

You unplugged your flat iron and looked at Joe through the mirror. His baby blue eyes shining as he looked back at you. You could feel the slightest hint of a blush rise to my cheeks.

"Well," you said, "I didn't want to boost that ego of yours. Make you think I'm going only to watch you play."

He let out a short laugh, "You really think I'd think you're only going to watch me?"

"Maybe.”

"Whatever. Well I gotta go, have fun watching me from the stands tonight. I know those pretty y/e/c eyes are only going to stay on me, sweets." He teased with a smirk.

You looked up at him with an unamused look, which made him chuckle.

"Good luck." you said, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks. Have fun."

You smiled, "I will."

...

"Wait a minute."

Joe raised his eyebrows. Macee continued, "During the game, when you were walking down the sidelines and gazing up into the crowd, it was Y/n that you were eyeing wasn't it?"

You looked up at Joe, seeing a faint blush make its way onto his cheeks.

"Maybe."

Logan laughed, "Oh he totally has the hots for her."

Joe shook his head and laughed, "Yeah right," he looked down at you as he spoke, "She was looking at me first."

next flashback

Joe placed the lantern down in the middle of coffee table and looked at you, "There, now I can see that beautiful fa- light."

You looked at Joe with raised eyebrows as he stood by the couch rubbing the back of his neck. It almost sounded like he was going to say face and not light...but who knows, you figure you’re probably just hearing things.

"Well, I think I'm going to try to get some sleep. Good night Y/n."

He started to walk away, getting ready to walk into his bedroom when you xalled out to him.

"Joe?"

He stopped and turned around, "Yeah?"

"Stay? Please, I don't really want to be alone right now." you said softly as a blush made it's way onto your cheeks.

Joe slowly nodded and smiled softly at you, “Okay. Let me grab a sweatshirt first."

He disappeared into his room and a few minutes later came back into the living room wearing his pink nike sweatshirt and carrying a gray blanket. He plopped down on the couch and draped the blanket over his legs. As the two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the storm continued. The rain grew heavier and the thunder more frequent. Joe noticed you had started to get tense.

He cleared his throat, "You know, we've lived together for almost two months now and I feel like I don't know you."

It's true. The two of you have been living together for a few months now, but neither of you have taken the chance the get to know the other. You weren't on good terms for a little while, but you like to think both of you have started to warm up to each other. You know you have to get to know each other at some point if you’re going to live together for the next seven or eight months. Now would be the perfect time to do that.

"What do you wanna know?" you asked, tucking your legs up onto the chair.

next flashback

Y/n,

I'm sorry about earlier. I was in the wrong and I shouldn't have reacted the way that I did. I want you to be happy, so if being with Evan is what makes you happy, then so be it. I hope you can forgive me...maybe this will make accepting my apology a bit easier ;)

P.S. check the back of this note too.

- Joe

You turned the note around and saw more handwriting.

Movie night? I heard How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is pretty good...

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were overcome with a feeling of guilt as you read the note.

Joe wasn't having a movie night with Ja'Marr...he was hoping to have a movie night with you. As a way to apologize for earlier. You set the note down on the counter, covering your mouth with your hand as a look of guilt took over your face.

Im such a terrible person. If I would have just stayed for a few more minutes and didn't go on that date with Evan, I wouldn't feel this guilty. You thought to yourself. You pulled the containers out of the bag, feeling even more guilty as you looked at the contents.

Bar food. Your favorite kind of takeout.

Joe bought your favorite takeout for you and you didn't even get to enjoy it with him.

...

"Night Joe." you said softly as he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. You sighed and looked out into the living room, seeing the Tv was still playing How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. You stepped out of the kitchen and looked down the hall, calling out for Joe before he went into his room for the night. He stopped by his door, turning around and leaning against the frame as he looked at you.

"Maybe tomorrow night we could heat up takeout and watch the movie?"

Joe smiled, "Sounds good to me, sweets." He walked into his room and shut the door behind him.

Your breath hitched at the name. Sweets. That's what Joe has been calling you since the first day you met. I You think he started saying it as a way to flirt with you, but of course, he's not doing that anymore. The name has just stuck.

You smiled to yourself as you stood alone in the hallway.

Tonight was very bittersweet. You’re a little disappointed with how your date with Evan went, but you’re also so glad you and Joe were able to move past the argument you had earlier.

next flashback

You turned around, both of your breaths hitching. Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes momentarily fell to Joe's lips before snapping back up to stare into his eyes. You stared at each other intensely, so many unspoken words shared between the two of you just by the look in your eyes. You could feel the tension between you as neither of you nor Joe dared to make a move.

Your bodies were inches from each other, if one of you just moved slightly, they'd be touching. Joe watched as you took a deep breath before you began to lean in, Joe doing the same. With your faces inches away from eachother, you closed your eyes-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You snapped your eyes open and the two of you backed away from each other. Joe cleared his throat and you let out a breath, smoothing your night gown before you got the pizza out the oven.

"Sorry," you breathed out, "I uh-."

"I'm going to shower." Joe said, his lips forming in a straight line.

You nodded, "I'm going to call Macee back."

You had a chance and didn't take it.

next flashback

"What's in that bag?" you asked pointing at the plastic bag on the couch. Joe walked over to the couch and picked it up, motioning for you to come over. You set the bag of marshmallows down on the counter and walked over to where he was standing. He pulled out two white stockings, holding them out in front of him.

One stocking had a red J while the other had a red y/f/i.

He bought stockings with both of your initials on them. You smiled in shock, not expecting him to do something like that.

He looked down at the stockings and then back at you. A slight blush on his cheeks as he spoke, "They were on sale and I figured you'd like them. Afterall, you said it yourself, it's not Christmas without stockings."

Your smile grew bigger at his words. You did say that to him earlier.

"I love them Joe. Thank you for getting them."

He smiled, "Of course. I'm glad you like them." He handed the stockings to you and followed you over to in front of the Tv where you hung them up on each side of the white Tv stand.

You and Joe stepped back, looking at the stockings.

"They look perfect." you said, smiling as you admired the matching stockings.

"Yeah they do." Joe said quietly as he gazed down at you.

...

Joe walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him and dropping his bags to the floor. He turned around, the light from the Christmas tree illuminating his face. A dark blonde curl had fallen against his forehead and he had bags under his tired blue eyes, clearly exhausted from the game and his flight home.

"Hey Y/n." He greeted, a small smile on his face as he saw you.

You ran up to Joe, instantly wrapping your arms around his body. He seemed taken aback at first, but he eventually hugged back, pulling you close to his body. Your hands rested on his shoulder blades as his were wrapped firmly around your waist. He laid his cheek on the top of your head as you let your right cheek lay against his firm chest. After a few moments, you pulled away from him and looked up at him, smiling softly.

"I'm glad you're home."

"I'm glad I'm home too." He said, voice just above a whisper, "I didn't think we were going to make it in time."

"Well I'm glad you did."

You and Joe stood in silence, one of his hands still placed gently on your waist. You looked into each others eyes, his blue eyed gaze intense. You gulped as you looked into his eyes. You reached out for his hand, holding it in yours as both of you started to lean in close to each other. It was definitely a heat of the moment type of thing...

next flashback

Joe cleared his throat before saying, "Can we talk?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Joe just nodded and you both walked down the hallway to the dining and living room. He set the tray down on the table and pulled the chair out, motioning for you to sit down. You thanked him quietly before sitting down. You pushed the chair in as Joe sat down across from You. You picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. A small smile pulled at your lips as you tasted the hot liquid. It was prepared just how you like it.

"Is it OK?" Joe asked, looking at you hesitantly.

You nodded, "Perfect."

"Good," he said, softly.

...

You sighed and nodded your head slowly. It was true, although you thought Jake was sweet and you did really like him, you knew he had two different sides to him. You cant say the real reason you stayed with Jake. Anyone would think you’re crazy for thinking being with Jake would make someone jealous...

Joe continued, "So I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just talk to him, so I scared him off. Made him think I was in love with you or something."

You smiled softly and let out a faint laugh at his words. Your reaction made Joe chuckle.

"I'm a little hurt," you said. Joe nodded in response as you continued talking, "but I see why you did it. You were just looking out for me, and I really appreciate that."

Joe smiled, "Anything for you Y/n. I want the best for you, really."

You felt your face flush and your heart sink to your stomach—in a good way. In a butterflies in your tummy kind of way. Something you’ve always felt around Joe, but decided to ignore.

You smiled, your voice soft, "Thank you Joe."

Joe nodded and stood up from his chair, slowly walking over to your side of the table. You stood from your chair and met him halfway, wrapping your arms around him. He squeezed gently before pulling away and looking down at you with a soft gaze.

"Are we good?" He asked, genuinely.

You nodded, "Yeah, we're good."

He smiled, "Good. I'm glad."

...

"Oh and Y/n?"

You turned around, "Yeah?"

"Our game is home tomorrow. I've got a couple tickets, and I'd love it if you were there." He smiled softly at you before he turned back around and left, locking the door behind him.

There were those butterflies again. You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks and the smile that appeared on your face as he said those words.

end of flashbacks

You have had your ups and downs with Joe these last few months. A lot has happened while you’ve lived together, but without a doubt you wouldn't change any of it for the world. As you cleared your mind and focused on the game, your heart swelled as you were overwhelmed with emotions. A blush rose to your cheeks as the butterflies in your tummy began to swarm like crazy once again.

There was no denying it anymore. As much as you want to, you cant deny your feelings anymore.

You are in love with Joe.

hi loves!

the ending was kind of rushed, so sorry about that, BUT

You are in love with joe! isn't that just so sweet? it's about time you quit denying your feelings for him, haha

well, the slow-burn portion of this book has come to an end, and i know MANY are going to be very happy about that, i know i am! i don't want to give too much away, but after this next chapter, the final seven or so chapters left of this book won't have any slow-burn to them

ALSO! you've been asking for it, you’ve been waiting for it, it's what we all want to see...the next chapter is smut. i’ve written it one other time before this, so don’t get your hopes up lol

that's all i have for now loves! as always, thank you for reading🤍

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all the things that could go wrong

Janis ‘Imi’ike x physically disabled fem!reader

Warnings: pet/nicknames, internalised homophobia, arguing, mentions/descriptions of violence, mentions of reader’s disability, mentions of alcohol consumption…(rollercoaster of emotions incoming)

In which lol I don’t know how to summarise this. except: “If this is the happiest I've ever been, why do I feel so afraid of it?”

“Y/N!” Janis screamed, chasing you.

You only ran further, as fast as your feet could carry you. “Y/N, stop!”

You knew your efforts were futile when you felt her grip on your wrist. Of course she’d catch up to you. What were you thinking? Showing up at her door?

“I’m sorry, Janis.” You gave up running, “I don’t know what came over to me but here I am, at your door.”

She looked at you, very confused- it was as though you had posed her with the toughest question ever. “What…?”

You knew why- she asked you to come over to have a night in, but instead that plan just unraveled. She kissed you, and things got a little handsy, but you simply couldn't get past the mental hurdle of being with a girl. “If this is the happiest I’ve ever been, why do I feel so afraid of it?”

Age 7, you thought Tori Vega was really pretty. But also thought that Beck Oliver was cute. You didn't tell anyone and let that be your little secret.

Age 9, you let that slip. You told a friend and she called you a weirdo for liking both a guy and a girl. That same year, the friend Mabel mentioned it at your birthday party and everyone heard it. They laughed it off, saying that your friend was just joking. But it wasn't a joke, and your Mom told you it was wrong and you took it to heart.

Age 10, you found yourself having crazy swarms of butterflies in your stomach whenever this girl in your class talked to you. Her name was Dawn, and she was your only friend for the next few years because ever since your party a year ago, Mabel made sure to tell everyone your little secret. And no one wanted to be your friend anymore. You were lucky to have Dawn. You didn't tell her about the butterflies, though.

Age 14, High school started. You moved to Illinois, and said goodbye to Dawn. She was sad to see you leave, but promised to talk to you everyday. At North Shore High, you met Janis- and her best friend Damian, who almost immediately took you in to join them. You became a part of their trio. While the school feared her, calling her a threat to students' safety, you did not. She was nice to you and you felt safe and protected. Life seemed pretty good. Until summer rolled around, and you started spending more time with Janis. The butterflies in your stomach made their presence known, and very aggressively. You were falling for your best friend, fast and hard.

Age 15, Sophomore year began and Damian notices the closeness. However, you didn't know that and neither did Janis. He also didn't say a thing, not wanting to assume, nor interfere. Life went on as usual, except your crush on Janis kept growing with each day. Over thanksgiving break, you had your wisdom teeth removed. All four of them were impacted, so they had you go under and get them removed. Janis came by to spend time with you every single day for two weeks- much to your mother’s dismay. But Janis knew she wouldn’t say a thing, because your mother was also afraid of Janis. She could see her protectiveness over you. (She’s also heard of the bunsen burner incident)

Age 16, Janis asks you out to the Winter Ball. You agreed, it was a lot of fun- she made you laugh until you cried. Lingering touches, holding your hand, her hand on your shoulder, her hands squeezing your cheek as she said, ‘you’re adorable’. You laughed it off, looking away as you blushed. She teases you for it. But you know she meant it not in a negative way. Christmas, your parents were out of town and Janis invites you and Damian over for Christmas dinner. Damian hung out for awhile then went home, you spent the night. You two sat in her bed watching Home Alone, which you completely forgot about when you feel her hand on your thigh, traveling upwards on your side to your face. Janis leans in dangerously close and the two of you nearly kiss. The night ended awkwardly after you told her you couldn’t do it, with Janis feeling disappointed and you feeling conflicted.

Age 17, when the clock struck midnight, signaling the start of a new year, Janis was standing before you, holding your hands in her own. As fireworks went off in the distance, she captures your lips into her own. With the help of a drink or two in each of you. ‘Happy birthday’, she says, ‘and happy new year, y/n.’ And her lips were quickly back on yours, what felt like fireworks went off in your chest, making its way down your spine. This was your new little secret- this kiss you shared. It was like a dream come true, little you would always dream of experiencing one day but then learnt it was impossible because of what people around you all said. But Janis, she made the world seem fine. Then, Regina George’s Burn Book joined the mix along with a certain redhead by the name of Cady Heron. That new year concluded tumultuously - every one got mean. The book called Damian ‘almost too gay to function’, Janis a ‘pyro lez’, and you ‘the queer one to fear’. Along with a picture of you and Janis kissing at new years, two photos of you kissing a fellow cast-mate in two separate school plays. When everything blew over, Cady flirted with Janis which left a sour taste in your mouth. You were jealous, but you didn’t say a thing. You couldn’t. Janis did- rejecting her, telling her she had her eyes on someone else. You were hoping she meant you.

Age 18, Janis couldn’t care less about whatever shit went down in school. It was you and Damian with her, against the world. It was your birthday and she took you to the park for a quiet picnic, handing you a small bouquet of beautiful roses. She confessed. You do the same, both a rambling mess. Pushing aside the feelings of disgust you had for yourself for feeling this way, for being in love with a girl. Until you couldn’t. On this warm spring day, the heat made you feel like it was burning you to a crisp, coupled with the strong emotions you were feeling…

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, in the spur of the moment her words flew out harshly, piercing your ears and your heart. You couldn’t say anything now, with that painful lump in your throat, your anxiety causing the skin all over your body to feel as though it was being pricked, or burned. You squirmed uncomfortably both at the anxiety-induced skin burning sensation, and for Janis to free you from her grip. You knew she didn’t mean it. She’d never lay a hand on you, she’s never done that ever. You wanted to snap her out of it, to tell her it was you that she was talking to. But you couldn’t, all you could manage were pathetic little cries that quickly turned into sobs before your knees buckled and you fell like a child in Janis’ front yard. The thud snaps her out of it, everything you said. Everything you’ve ever said, or not. Everything you’ve ever done, or haven’t. They all rushed through her mind, giving her a slideshow that allowed her to understand just what it was that was causing this…meltdown.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me…I get it. I get it…that internalised homophobia you’re dealing with, because of what people around you taught you growing up.” She sits down with you on the prickly grass. She cups your cheeks, wiping the tears away. “You’ll be okay with time, be gentle with yourself. It’s okay to do what you want, feel what you feel, love who you love. You are your own person. You are not your Mother, not your old friend Mabel, you are not those little fuckers at school talking about people behind their backs.” She spoke, a small sigh at the end.

You could only sniffle, as you looked her in the eye. Her gaze was soft, and loving. A complete three-sixty from the fierce, intimidating gaze she shows the world. The one she shows to the jocks who made fun of you, for your height, for your weight, for having a limp, for having scars from surgeries that improved your mobility…your life. Strangers.

Janis continued to speak, “I love you, and you know that. But I want you to remember that, and I won’t stop reminding you until one day. That all goes away, what’s in your head- that voice…it will become so small one day it was sound like nothing. And what matters is…we have each other. To conquer whatever comes our way, wherever life takes us. Because, baby…you are the strongest person I’ve ever known in my entire life. And that will never change.”

Upon hearing her words, your natural reaction was to cry harder. Her whole frame shook as she took you into her arms. Janis’ head whipped around, looking at a concern neighbour. “She’s okay, Mrs. Alvarez. We’re just having a moment.” The woman says an ‘okay’ and was on her way.

“You’re okay, hmm?” Her hands held the side of your head against her chest, her head resting on your own. You hear her sniffle. “You’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s okay, baby.”

She stayed with you in this position until you’d fully calmed down, swatting away anything insects or even butterflies that you were afraid of. “Okay, you ready to get up, lovey?” She asks you softly, breaking away from the embrace slowly just in case you didn’t want to get up. Because…let’s face it- she’d sit here with you all day if you wanted to. That was Janis for you. Your Janis. She’d give you the world if you wanted it…

“Yeah.” You managed to tell her shakily, “Yeah.” Finally pulling away from her chest, you were met with her face, tear streaks on her cheeks and watery eyes. She’d cried. And she didn’t hide it. Something she’s never done before. Janis contemplated between holding out her hands so she could pull you up, and letting you stand up on your own. She chose the latter, then wrapped her arms around you again, smooching you on the cheek. “Okay?” She watched you cautiously. “Mhm.” You sniffed, the phlegm in your throat causing a coughing fit after you spoke that nearly made you retch. She rubs your back, “Let’s go get you a drink.”

You were back in her house. She leads to you kitchen and sat you down at the table, opening the fridge door so you could see the drink choices. You shook your head. “How about some tea, then? Would you like that?” She suggested, shutting the door. Janis then walked over to her pantry and pulled out a bunch of different little boxes that contained a variety of different teas. It looked a little comical, her holding them all in her arms then putting them on the table for you. You chuckled, then smiled. Then she smiled, relieved to see that after the literal buckets of tears you’d wept outside. You looked at your options and soon picked one out, picking up the green Lipton box and handed it to her. Janis took it from you and placed it on the kitchen counter, proceeding to fill the electric kettle with some water to boil. Then, she got out your favourite mug. While waiting, she returned the other boxes of tea bags to the pantry before sitting with you once again.

“Janis, I- I don’t know what to say except…thank you.” You told her quietly, licking your dry lips but unwillingly tasting the salty tears along with the action. You swallow thickly, avoiding her gaze. Janis’ hand found its way to yours and gave it a squeeze- she didn’t need to say a thing for you to know what it meant. “I love you.” You told her later when you were up in her room. Her face lit up with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen from her. “I love you, so much.” You said again.

That one letter word before the two meant the world to Janis. It was a step toward the right direction for you, and she was so, so happy to hear it.

“I love you, too, sweet girl.”

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wolfgirl-sister · 15 days

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I want to go on a date with my sister who I've been raised up besides and secretly had a crush on since I was 12 and she asks me out and I start hyperventilating and she ends up having to take me to urgent care but by the time we get there I'm fine again so instead we pick up Indian and go back to my apartment and we eat butter chicken and garlic naan while watching a solid 6/10 horror movie and I make her laugh and I get to see her smile and even if nothing else happened tonight that alone would be worth it and I'm a little convinced that I've passed out and died and am having a vision of a life that could have been, just like Picard in that one star trek episode, but then I'm reminded why solipsism is immature and I decide that the end result is the same no matter what so I might as well take what's in front of me at face value and she asks me what's on my mind and I can see the shine in her eyes that first stuck in my mind when I was just a little girl who didn't really even know what it meant to love someone but knew more than anything that I sincerely loved her and I see that tomboyish smile and I want to ask her if she ever thought about me as more than a sister and what she had been most scared to ask me and she thinks for a while or at least it looks like she's thinking but she might have been just savoring the moment because she bites her lip a certain way when she's mulling over a problem and her lips that I've been looking at all night and all my life don't twitch so much as spread thin when she presses them tighter, and once she musters enough courage and the rhythm of the night feels right she replies that she's always wanted to know if it was okay to have a crush on your sister because it has to be because you can't have kids like that but I tell her that line of thinking is eugenics and she kind of looks at me funny before she laughs and says that she understands, because she always hears what I mean and what I feel, even when I can't get anyone else to understand and even when no one else would think to listen to me, she and I stay up at night arguing over inane bullshit that will never end because we love the argument as much as one another and she trails off and asks what's on my mind, and that's why she's laughing, because she knows that I've been thinking and that my answer was that it's okay now because it's always okay because we love each other in a way that no one can deny and no one should step between and when I kiss her I can taste the syrup from her cherry coke and the coconut chapstick that she's worn since she was 16 and she first kissed a girl and I got mad at her because how could she be gay and I know now that I was upset that she'd kissed a girl who's not me and ever since then her lips have smelled like coconut, but I've never tasted it before because I've never been brave enough to ask to borrow it and what fills my mind and body now is a connection that stretches between two souls to bridge them as one because we feel as one having connected to one another on a level that two humans aren't meant to and we don't really care what humans are meant to do because we've never taken stock in gods or purposes but I have to admit that the softness of her tongue makes me want to pray

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slutforelliealways · 9 months

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Can’t move on ElliexFemmeReader

Synopsis: You were with Ellie when she took her revenge on Abby, you were with her when she was healing from her loss of Joel. You patched her up every time she was injured and held her in every panic attack. So when she up and broke up with you because things got hard for you years later, it wasn’t so easy to forgive her.

Part of this story is inspired by the song Watermelon Moonshine by Lainey Wilson, you'll know it when you get to it I don't wanna spoil too much. Lots of fluff and angst. Some smut and fluff with smut, also arguing and like mean Ellie at some points. Also there's a shit ton of flashbacks to different points in their relationship. This is long as fuck but I wasn't sure when a good stopping point was. Hopefully, you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Are you serious? You’re just gonna up and leave? Ellie please! We have a life together we have a home and a future here, you can’t just let that go!” Your eyes were stinging, you’d been going at it for hours now trying to keep her from leaving.

“I’m sorry, this just isn’t right for me anymore. I’ve got to be on my own for a while.” She was packing her bags and hadn’t looked at you since she started the argument.

“So what I’m just supposed to wait around for you to come back? Hoping you’ll snap out of whatever the fuck this is?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “You know what?”

“What y/n?”

“Fuck you! Keep the house, i don’t want to live with your ghost.” You grabbed your bag and stuffed it with as many clothes it would fit and walked out the door.

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That was the last time you’d spoken to Ellie Williams in two years, Ellie had came in around year five or six of you living there (you’d been in Jackson for 12 years total), she had Joel with her and you knew of him from his brother Tommy and his wife Maria. They had wanted you to stay with them but you insisted you could take care of yourself, this was true. Your parents had both gotten bit trying to keep you out of harms way early on in life, you’d been on your own since you were 10. You spent six months surviving the harsh world on your own until you stumbled onto the small town of Jackson one early morning, since then you’d become a valued member of society there. It started with gardening and tending to the animals, once you hit 16 you were allowed to do patrol with Tommy or Joel for a while. Finally you’d become their sneakiest and stealthiest soldier and they trusted you to do pretty much anything you wanted, this was when Ellie was finally allowed to go out and they set you two up so you could show her the ropes.

Your romance started off sweet and innocent at first, simply flirting and laughing on your patrols. Racing your horses and dodging any danger you couldn’t outrun. Ellie’s crush was a lot more obvious at first than yours was, you’d never been romantically involved with anyone let alone a girl. Sure a few boys had approached you throughout your time at Jackson but it never went past the first date. Your first kiss was Dina and it was on a dare from spin the bottle, she started dating Jesse shortly there after so you never even had the chance to catch a crush on her. Ellie was gentle before Joel passed, it was a different side of her that you’d hoped would come back one day. You spent years patching her back together, being patient when she had her mean moments and lulling her back to sleep after a nightmare. So when she came home one day and just started packing her bags it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You’d managed to move on with life after a few months of mourning, taking your old patrol back and hanging out with your friends in your spare time. While Ellie and you had been gone avenging her late father, Dina and Jesse had started a family of their own. JJ their son, was a cute chunky little boy. Dina loved being a mother and had since stopped doing patrols since it was so dangerous, Jesse wanted to keep protecting Jackson and knew his best shot at staying alive was doing patrols with you. This routine stayed put for almost a full two years, until one morning you heard a knock on your door.

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“I’m coming Jeez! Let me put some clothes on.” You shouted at whoever was standing on the other side.

“Hurry up!” It was Tommy.

You sniffed around for something clean or just clean enough and threw it on, opening the door to a blizzard and a frozen Tommy standing in front of you. “What can I do for you Mr. Miller?”

“Please, you’ve called me Tommy since you got here don’t switch it up now. I need to ask you a favor.” He took a step forward to incline you to invite him in.

“Oh sorry, come on in. Place is a mess but it’s not yours so I won’t apologize.” You snickered, waving him inside and taking a seat at your dinner table. “What’s the favor you need?”

“Got any coffee?” He asked.

“You know I do, is that the favor?”

“Make us some would ya?” He pointed to the coffee maker.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes and got up.

“Listen kid, I wouldn’t ask you this if I had any other choice.” He was speaking low and hesitantly.

“Are you gonna keep tip toeing around the subject till we both die or you gonna spill the beans?” You put the coffee maker on and turned around, leaning against your counter you crossed your arms and tilted your head at him.

“It’s about your route for patrol.” He bowed his head, “I tried bargaining with Maria but you know how she is.”

“She switching my route up or something?”

“She’s switching your partner.” He looked up at you with sympathy.

“To who?”

“I’m real sorry kiddo-“

“Who Tommy!” You stepped forward.

“Ellie.”

“No.”

“Now look I know things got… weird between you two but-“

You shook your head and chuckled out of anger, “I’m not fucking doing a route with her. She can find another partner, or she can go fuck herself i don’t really care. Why is this even happening?” The coffee maker beeped and you snapped around to shut it off.

“Listen, Maria needs more experienced people to take the longer routes. Dina doesn’t want Jesse going that far out with them havin a kid and all, you and Ellie ain’t got much to lose and you’re far more experienced. You’re a good team kid.” He eyeballed the coffee maker and you rolled your eyes before pouring him a cup and handing it to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. You can take it to-go, I’ve heard enough from you.”

“Now cmon y/n!”

“I’ll do it.”

Tommy’s face froze in a shocked expression before his lips curled up into a smirk, “you’re really doin me a solid here. I owe ya one!”

“Your wife owes me one. You owe me a few, now get the fuck out please. I need to get ready for my shift.” You opened your front door and gestured for him to leave.

“Give me a hug so I know you’re not mad at me.” He reached his arms out.

“Fuck off.” You leaned in and nuzzled into his jacket. He smelled so much like Joel it made your eyes water. “Get out!” You shoved him lightly and he chuckled as he headed out back into the snow.

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You made sure to take a shower before leaving your house, even did your two braids extra neat to keep your hair out of your face before throwing on your dark grey beanie. You picked out your second warmest jacket, the first one being the one Ellie had gifted you for christmas one year.

“I found it while Joel and I were exploring an abandoned mall. Figured it’d keep you warm during the harsh winters. Can’t have my girl freezing while she’s protecting the town!”

You shuddered at the memory and snatched the other light brown jacket and threw it on, all your supplies were neatly packed into your dark green backpack and you were sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You took one final deep breath before heading out to the stables to get your horse, and see Ellie again.

“Hey y/n!”

“Hey Seth! How’s my boy doing?” You waved at the stable boy and approached your horse Bentley.

“He’s a strong one! Tried reigning him in last night and he knocked me over twice, you must be teaching him to do that!” Seth laughed as he handed the reigns to you.

“Yeah maybe, it’s a good trick out there. Should teach him when and when not to do it though, sorry about that.” You patted Seth’s shoulder and saw him smile to himself. Seth was one of the boys you’d gone on a date with back when you were teenagers, he was so smitten by you that you had to cut it short and go home. It didn’t feel right leading a boy on just because you wanted to make Tommy and Maria happy by finding a partner.

“Oh hey Ellie!” Seth waved behind you and you whipped your head around to see the girl you’d been avoiding for years.

“Wassup Seth!” She waved back. Before getting a good look at her you snapped your head back to your horse.

“What’re you doing here? You’re usually second shift I thought.”

“Yeah i uh, my shift got switched to first.” She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided eye contact with you.

“Alright thanks Seth I’m gonna take Bentley to the gates okay. I’ll see you when I get back if you’re still here!” You gave his hand a quick squeeze and took Bentley with you out.

You hadn’t even made it fully to the gate before hearing hooves quickly trotting behind you, “wait up!”

“Keep up!” You shouted back at the auburn haired girl.

“I’m trying but you’re walking too fucking fast.” She said out of breath as she caught up beside you. “You done this route before?”

“Every fuckin day.” You huffed out, not even looking her direction just staring straight ahead.

“Alright. You gonna ignore me the whole time?” She leaned her head forward trying to catch your eye. Her hair was different, no longer in the bun she usually had it up in. She had half of her hair down and the other half tied up, some of the shorter pieces were framing her face and brushing her cheeks. She looked good, but you couldn’t acknowledge it.

“Just about.” You scoffed and started walking faster.

“We have to be around each other all day y/n. You can’t at least pretend to be cool with me?” She sped her walk up to keep up with you.

“Ellie, i- we’re cool okay? Just don’t feel like talking.” You came to a halt and turned to finally face her.

She froze in place, she hadn’t caught up with how you looked either. Your hair had grown, you’d gotten some new piercings and tattoos from cat. You looked older, more mature and more like a woman and not a girl. “Wow.” She gasped.

“What?” You spat out.

“You look- just, wow.” She looked you up and down and then up and down again. A smirk formed on her lips and she shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

“Thanks? Cmon we’re gonna be late.” You started walking fast again trying to get ahead of her so you could freak out for a second without her seeing.

You got to the gates and met up with the rest of the groups that were going out, Jesse walked up to you. “Dude I am so sorry I didn’t know she’d pair you up with… her.” He pointed to Ellie.

“It’s fine. You’ve got more to lose than either of us do so it makes sense they switched us, we’re good don’t sweat it.” You gave him a hug and hopped up on your horse.

“Alright gang we’ve got some new procedures to instill! First off we’re happy to see some new faces going out today, don’t worry you’re all in good hands. For the not new guys, as usual be safe and don’t run into the fire if you don’t have to. If you see anything unusual just log it down and come straight back home!” Maria looked at you when she said the last part, you’d been known to handle dangerous situations by yourself. It wasn’t that she didn’t think you couldn’t handle it, it was the fact that you were the closest thing her and Tommy had to a daughter so losing you would ruin their world. You nodded at her and she dropped her gaze and continued, “for my new routers and new partners, be a good team. Work together, and remember to communicate a lot and keep conversation going to ensure you’re both okay. Everything else you should already know. Now go, be safe and come back to us!” She nodded for the guys to open the gates and two by two every pair rode off and split to their respected routes.

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You and Ellie rode in silence for a while, she’d ask a question or try and crack a joke and you’d simply respond by humming to yourself. After a couple hours she finally gave up and simply rode next to you, once you’d gotten about halfway through your route you found a good spot to have lunch and you paused and hopped off Bentley. You tied him up to a tree and plopped yourself down on a tree that had fallen a couple harsh winters ago, Tommy had pointed it out and you made a mental note of it as a check point if you ever got lost.

“We can stop here for a bit, I’m hungry.” You announced dryly.

“Sounds good I’m starving!” She hopped down from her horse shimmer and tied her up next to Bentley. She eagerly sat down next to you and began rummaging through her bag for food.

“You didn’t bring anything did you?” You more stated than asked her. You knew she hadn’t, her appetite hadn’t been the greatest but neither had her memory, back when you did patrol with her you always had to share your lunch with her since she always left hers somewhere else.

“No I did I know it’s in here some-“ you shoved your sandwich bag in her face which had half a chicken sandwich in there. “Oh, thanks.” She smiled at you.

“Yup.” You took a bite to prevent you from having to say anything else.

“So how’ve you been?” She said with her mouth full.

“Huh?”

“Sorry”, she swallowed, “how’ve you been?”

“Fine.” You took another bite.

“Just fine?” She questioned.

“What exactly are you expecting to come out of this conversation Ellie?” She looked shocked at your statement, you’d never been harsh with her before. Always gentle and coddling, she was supposed to be the harsh and mean one.

“Look I know I fucked up but just hear me out-“

“Fucked up? Fucking up is burning the coffee, missing a step on the stairs, letting the dog out without a leash, and dropping paint on your shoes. You broke up with me because I started having nightmares and you couldn’t handle them. You didn’t fuck up Ellie you fucked me. You dipped and I never heard from you again. So please spare me the theatrics and apologies and let’s just keep this professional okay?” Your appetite was gone and you threw the remainder of your sandwich out in the woods.

"I could have ate that", she exclaimed.

"You've already taken enough from me." You snapped back and stood up. "We'd better get going, the sun is gonna start setting soon and I don't wanna get caught in the dark." You undid Bentley's reign, shimmers too, and handed her off to Ellie before mounting Bentley.

"How much further up do we need to go?" She shouted from behind you.

"Couple more miles! Then we just make our way back, it's a super easy route it's just longer than what you're used to." You shouted back at her.

"Alright, just don't leave me in the dust. You're pretty good at that." She shouted before catching up to your speed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." She laughed.

You took that as a challenge and whipped Bentley's reigns to make him speed up, you may have been the fastest on foot but Bentley was the fastest horse in the stables. You picked him out because of how difficult he had been as a baby, stubborn and unwilling to listen to any of the trainers. Once he met you though, someone equally as stubborn, he quickly obeyed every command you gave him. It was a match made in heaven, two stubborn individuals that came together as a perfect pair. You looked back to see if Ellie had caught on to what was happening, she was grinning from ear to ear at the race. "Come on keep up!" You shouted back to her.

"No fair you got a head start!" She squealed.

"Never stopped you before." You leaned forward to get less air traction and a better grip on Bentley. He felt the interaction and pounced forward to gain more speed, as you reached the top of the route you were on you sat up straight and Bentley came to a pause. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" You turned around to face Ellie who still had some distance to go. You laughed at how she struggled catching more speed and pretended to tap a watch on your wrist as she caught up with you almost a full minute later.

"Whatever you said I didn't hear it, I see you and Bent still have your weird little connection. How'd you get him to listen to you like that anyways?" She was breathing heavily and trying to play it off.

"Had a lot of time to train him after... I just had a lot of free time for a while. He's only four so we still have a long ways to go, but he does okay." You tried to chuckle off your stutter and looked down at Bentley's mane.

"Can we please talk about it?" She pleaded with you.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/n! You know there is."

"Ellie, you're pushing it." You warned her.

"Okay, okay fine." She put her hands up in surrender.

You rolled your eyes, "We need to get back now, write down that everything was clear and then just follow closely behind me okay?"

"I always do."

"What? Write it down?" You raised your brow.

"Follow closely behind you."

You took off on Bentley and didn't look back, you needed to cry without her seeing. You knew when to slow down so Shimmer could catch up but for just a couple minutes you needed to just sob into Bentley's mane and pretend you were alone. As much as you wanted to believe you had healed from your breakup it was clear there was still some wounds that needed healing, you knew talking about it could help but it just wasn't in the cards for you right now. The idea of sitting across from the girl who broke you and explaining to her how just felt like a bullet to the chest, which you could accurately describe seeing as you'd taken one. For her.

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The ride home took half the time it took to get to the lookout post, you rode in silence once again and this time Ellie didn't bother saying anything. She hummed to herself a familiar tune you just couldn't quite make out, it drove you so crazy you started humming your own tune. The same tune Maria would hum to you when she was cutting your hair or cooking for you and Tommy, it was some country song she said she would have given anything to see live. You never did get that stupid song out of your head. As you approached the gates you saw Jesse and his partner coming in from the East, he waved at you and you guided Bentley toward his horse.

"So how was patrol for you?" He awkwardly chuckled.

"Fine." You said dryly.

"Better than me then, my partner is the new guy Jordan. Fucking idiot I tell ya, never seen an infected before and just had to check it out! Had to save his ass like four times before he finally stopped approaching them head on."

"Hey Jesse, are we still on for drinks later?" Ellie had ridden over and joined in on the conversation.

"Uh yeah, Dina wanted to join that cool?" Jesse looked back and forth between you and Ellie awkwardly. "Y/n you wanna join?"

"Oh... no thanks I'm pretty tired. Maybe next time yeah?" You started guiding Bentley away from the pair.

"Just one drink!" Ellie shouted.

"Huh?" You stopped in your tracks.

"Just one drink, then you can go home and sleep." She approached next to you and had a pleading look in her eyes.

"I uh, can I shower first?"

"Yeah, yeah of course! Shower and then meet us all at the Tipsy Bison, I'll save you a seat." She smiled and wandered in the gates.

You stayed in place shocked that you'd agreed to go. "She still wants you you know, maybe you should give her a second chance." Jesse said now next to you.

"Maybe you should fuck off and go home to your girl and kid before I steal your place as JJ's father." You laughed and wandered into the gates of Jackson.

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"You're Ellie right?"

"Oh, yeah hey. I assume you're y/n?" The shy auburn-haired girl asked.

"You'd assume correctly!" You reached your hand out for her to shake it. "We're on patrol together today, so just stick to whatever I do and we should be good!"

She took your hand and shook it, "Sounds good. I've heard you're like the best soldier we've got here."

"Maybe not the best but, yeah you know what I am the best." You chuckle.

"Nobody mentioned how pretty you were gonna be. I feel stupid for my appearance now." She rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"Oh!" You blushed, "You look fine. I mean... you look good! I'm sorry, I'm like naturally fucking awkward."

"No! Don't even worry about it I am too, sorry I honestly shouldn't have said anything. Not that I didn't mean what I said I mean you are super pretty I just-"

"Ellie." You put your hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah y/n?"

"You wanna grab your horse and meet me by the gates?" You nodded at Shimmer.

"Yeah, I'll see you there." She smiled at you and exhaled heavily.

"Don't make me wait." You winked and grabbed Bentley.

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As you stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but wonder what tonight's events would entail, would you end up in a fight with Ellie? Would you make up? Would you make out? You brushed your hair out and put on your best going-out clothes, along with your warmest jacket. You took your time with the brisk walk over to the bar, the jacket had been a smart move because as the sun went away so did any warmth it had brought on earlier in the day. You walked up the steps and paused at the door to sneak a peek to see who was inside, as promised Ellie had saved you a seat right next to her. Your face went warm and you suddenly felt excited to go in, your happiness faltered when you remembered who you were getting excited about and you took a step back from the door. What the fuck am I doing? You thought to yourself, without thinking you found yourself turning around and heading back to your place. You had just barely made it off the steps when you heard the door open and the little bell ring, "Hey y/n! Where ya going? I saved you a seat."

You paused and turned around to face her, "Oh, hi Ellie. Sorry I didn't see you guys in there so I thought maybe you cancelled plans and I didn't get the memo or something."

"Yeah sure, just come in." She stepped down and held her hand out for you to grab.

You walked past her and into the bar, "Dina!"

"Hey honey how are you!" The brunette stepped out of her seat and walked toward you with her arms stretched out for a hug. "It's been a while since I've seen you in here. It's good to have you back!"

"I'm not back, just out for the night. How have you been?"

"I asked you first." She smirked and glanced over at Ellie who was defeatedly sitting back in her seat awaiting your attention.

"I've been... you know." You shrugged.

"Hiding away in your dungeon."

"Yeah." You chuckled, "I guess I have."

"Well you're here now, that's all that matters." She nudged your shoulder and went back to her seat next to Jesse.

"Nice to see you out y/n." Jesse exclaimed before taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah babe we already had this talk." Dina nudged his shoulder hard.

"Ow! Okay sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine, really." You assured him. "I think I'm gonna go grab a drink, I'll be back. Anyone want anything?" You got out of your seat and headed to the bar before anyone could reply.

"Hey honey, wasn't expecting to see you here." Maria was tending the bar and already had your drink ready for you.

"Hi." You tried to avoid speaking to her. It was her fault you'd even opened this can of worms to begin with.

"You gonna be mad at me forever?" She questioned.

"Just until you switch my patrol partner."

"I didn't assign you to her, she asked. So you might want to redirect your anger to the little auburn girl staring at you over there." She pointed to Ellie who looked away as soon as your gaze landed on her.

"What do you mean she asked?"

"I mean she came to our house last night and asked to be your patrol partner from now on, said Dina and Jesse agreed to vouch for her if you asked. Sweet Pea I would never have done this had I known you'd be so upset with me. You know I love you." Maria leaned over the bar and reached for your hand.

You reached out and took her hand, "Thanks for the honesty. I'll see you later, I gotta go." You turned around only to be paused by Maria speaking again.

"Give the poor girl a break, she's lost a lot."

"And I haven't?" You snarled as you turned around to face her again.

"I didn't say that I just-"

"God! Everyone in this fucking town coddles her like she's the only person here who's been hurt or lost someone. It's like everyone watches out so we don't hurt poor, broken, fragile Ellie. Give me a fucking break would ya, she's fine! She's happy, smiling, and hanging out with my friends. So please can everyone just spare me the theatrics and leave me the fuck out of her drama. I want a new patrol partner immediately!" You hadn't noticed you were shouting and that everyone in the bar had paused what they were doing to stare at you. Including Dina, Jesse, and Ellie. "Shit." You stormed out of the bar and speed-walked back to your house.

"Y/n wait up!" You heard footsteps behind getting closer to you.

"Go away Ellie please, I don't wanna talk to-" She grabbed your arm and spun you around to face her.

"Then just listen!" She was breathing heavily and her nose was pink from the cold, "I, am so sorry! I'm so sorry for leaving you, for never picking up your pieces after you spent so long putting me back together. I'm sorry for taking your friends from you, for acting like you didn't exist. I'm sorry for-"

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"What the fuck is going on with you? You're like so weird right now, constantly shutting down, you won't even touch me anymore." Ellie was blocking the door trying to get you to talk to her.

"Please just let me leave, I'll come back but I've got patrol." You were trying to shove past her but she was must stronger than you were.

"Please y/n I'm begging you, talk to me. Say something, anything!"

"I'm telling you, I need to go before Maria gets on my ass."

She didn't respond, she just stepped out of the way and opened the door for you.

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"Not being there for you when you needed me most." She had her hands on your shoulders to keep you in place while she spoke.

You felt frozen, your face was cold and you were fighting back tears, "Fuck you, Ellie." Was somehow the only sentence you managed to spit out.

She blinked hard and tried to keep her face from looking shocked, she wasn't. She knew you had no idea about the times she stood outside your door for hours hoping you'd need something from town and bump into her. How many times on patrol she'd found flowers or a cool gadget and brought it home with her with the intention of bringing it to you, or the number of times she'd left a letter on your front porch only to snag it back before you went out for your morning shift. Ellie knew all you had received was radio silence from her end, so she released her grip on your shoulders and let you walk again.

"That's what I thought." You spit out and turned toward your home. You made a quick turn down and alley and blocked the world out for the rest of your walk, your tears felt as if they were burning your cheeks and you tried wiping them off but they were streaming quicker than you could wipe.

You saw your house and sped up to a jog, you busted through the gate and headed up the stairs. "I don't have my fucking keys." You wined out loud.

"I do."

You turned slowly and faced the voice. "Why do you have my keys?"

"You dropped them when you ran away from me", Ellie was holding your keys up and shaking them at you. "I brought whiskey."

"How the hell did you get a whole bottle?"

"Joel had it in his house, I figured he'd been saving it for a special occasion so I saved it for one too." She approached you slowly.

"Just unlock my door for me would ya? You can come in if you must." You slapped your door and waved for her to speed her walk up.

"Yes ma'am!" She smirked and ran up your stairs for the door. "Here hold this." She handed you the bottle of whiskey as she fiddled with the lock.

"Hurry up it's fucking freezing." You laughed as you bounced a little trying to keep warm.

"I'm trying it's a tough door ba- y/n." She cleared her throat.

"Try harder." You huffed.

"Got it." She shoved her shoulder into the door and it busted open.

"Careful! I don't feel like having to ask Tommy over to fix the door, he'll drink all my coffee."

"You'd have the same issue with Joel." She laughed.

Her laugh caught you off guard, not because she didn't laugh ever but because she laughed in the same sentence Joel's name was mentioned. Anytime Joel was brought up in conversation in the past Ellie would simply bow her head and leave the room on some poor excuse like she needed to use the bathroom or she needed a shower. You knew she was leaving because she needed to catch her breath before a panic attack set in, you'd usually follow shortly after to talk her down before she blacked out. This went on for a year and a half, you spent all your time making sure she was okay by the time your body had caught up on your own trauma. She was healed and ready for the next chapter in life, one without panic attacks and night terrors. So you healed in silence, which to no surprise wasn't very effective. For two years you talked yourself down from every panic attack, every meltdown, and every blackout. Not a single soul in your entire town had any idea you were falling apart behind closed doors, you were ten years old again and screaming silently for help. The only person you wanted around had decided you were too much, or not enough. Just not what she needed anymore, so she let you go.

"You owe me a drink for letting you in here." You say to her as you throw your shoes off.

"I owe you a drink? You wouldn't even be in here if I hadn't brought your keys to you." She laughed again a bit louder this time.

"I wouldn't gotten locked out of my own house had you not begged me to come to the bar." You turned toward her with your eyebrows raised.

"I guess you're right about that." She bowed her head and rubbed her neck.

"So yeah, you owe me a drink."

"I guess I do, where do you- actually I got it." She went into your kitchen and found your glasses right away.

You had to blink to focus your vision, it was hard to believe Ellie Williams was standing in your kitchen. This house had never had her inside of it, it was your sanctuary away from her. Decorated exactly how you wanted it and untouched by her opinions, you had things scattered around that reminded you of love. Pictures you managed to keep of your parents and of Tommy and Maria scattered around your walls, along with randomly scattered carpets you would strap onto Bentley on a patrol and bring home. "This is weird Ellie."

She paused and looked at you, "I know."

"Why did you ask for me to be your patrol partner?"

"I uh, wanted. No needed to talk to you." She continued pouring the whiskey in an attempt not to make eye contact with you.

"Talk to me about what?" You sat down on your couch.

"Nothing in particular just missed your voice." She came and sat next to you, handing you your glass nonchalantly.

"Oh." You took a sip and winced at the strong flavor.

"So yeah, pretty lame excuse I guess."

"Yeah, I guess." You rolled your eyes.

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"You're being silly! I know how to swim, I've just never done it." You exclaimed and then took a sip from the mason jar.

"You can't just know how to do something but never practice it." Ellie laughed and reached for the jar.

"You can if you're me."

"Maybe you're right or maybe you're just overly confident. I guess we'll have to test your theory sometime." Ellie put the jar down and looked up at you.

"What?" You almost shouted.

"I don't know if I'm saying this because I'm drunk or because I'm just ready to share but, I've got like a serious crush on you so."

"Oh really? I couldn't tell." You snagged the jar and sipped the whiskey Ellie had stolen from Joel while he was sleeping.

"Shut up!" She chuckled. "Give me some of that don't hog it all!"

"Here." You handed her the jar, "So why did it take you like three years to share this information with me?"

"I don't know, couldn't tell if you were into me or just like this with everyone."

"Ellie I'm not like this with anyone", You leaned in close to her, "Just you."

"I noticed that", she put the jar down and leaned in closer. "What're you doing?"

"Testing a theory", you closed the gap and pushed your lips onto hers. She grabbed your face and you fell back on the blanket with her on top of you.

"Have you done this before?" She gasped.

"No. Have you?" You asked shakily.

"No, do you want to do this?"

"Ellie I've wanted you to be the one forever.” You pulled her in and closed the gap between your lips once again. She pushed deeper into the kiss and let her hands begin to wander your body, it started innocently and slow. The more you kissed the more she touched, the more she touched the more you wanted her. “I want you.”

“You have me.” She breathed into you.

“No. I want, all of you!”

She paused and looked at you with a smile spreading across her lips, “I want you to have all of me."

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"Do you remember that day?" Ellie interrupted your daydreaming.

"What day?" You look up at her.

"You know, that day." She said sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah how could I forget." You smiled at the memory.

"Do you regret it?" Her face looked prepared for destruction.

"No. Do you?" You sipped your drink.

"Why would I?"

"Because, you know." You couldn't say it out loud.

"Because you left me?" She interrupted.

"You were leaving first." You stated.

"I- you're right. I was leaving first, physically." Her phrase confused you, "But you left me long before I ever planned on walking away."

"You don't know what you're talking about." You leaned in.

"Oh I don't?" She leaned in.

"No, you don't. What're you doing Ellie?"

"Just, testing a theory." She kissed you.

"Mm no! No, I can't, we can't do this. You need to leave, now."

"Y/n come on, please don't make me go." She pleaded.

"I'm not thinking clearly and you can't be here, you're infecting my space." You shuffled around and got up to go toward the door.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you to her, "I can't go another day without you baby. You take up every inch of my mind, you're ruining my days not being with me. Please my love, give me another chance."

"You need to leave, I'll see you tomorrow for patrol. We can talk more then." You yanked your hand away and went over to your front door, she got up from the couch hesitantly and put her jacket back on. You waved her out the door and watched her walk down your front porch steps, she turned around and faced you.

"Do you want this? Really?"

"I want to be okay Ellie, and I don't want to drag you down with me. I don't want to rely on you again only for you to leave me, I'll see you tomorrow." You closed the door and slid down the wall and cried.

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Ellie had planned to go home after you kicked her out, she even made it halfway home before pausing in her tracks. She saw Tommy and Maria laughing and walking to their home and stopped them for a chat, "Hey Tommy! Hey Maria!"

"Hey, sweetheart what's going on? Why are you out so late?" Tommy questioned, Ellie saw a lot of Joel in Tommy whenever he showed any concern.

"I just was walking home from y/n's house. Could I ask you something?"

"Anything." Tommy waved Ellie over to join them in their walk, their house just so happened to be two doors down from your home so Ellie didn't mind following them one bit.

"What uh, what do I have to do to make her come back?" She asked nervously.

Maria answered, "Oh honey, I ask myself the same thing every day. She hasn't come back to anyone since you seemed to get better, it's like she's a ghost wandering the walls of Jackson. We try to get her out, try to make her laugh. She's gone, and I'm not sure she's coming back. I know her life before Jackson was awful and part of me seems to think she believes she's still out there."

"What do you mean?" Ellie paused in her tracks and stared at Maria and Tommy.

"You don't know?" Tommy questioned, shocked by her confusion.

"Know what?"

"Y/n was... alone when we found her. Or more so she found us, she stumbled upon our gates one night completely covered in dirt and blood. Some of it was hers but most of it wasn't, she refused to talk for a while. Wouldn't even sleep unless she was left alone, we don't fully know what happened. But I think it's safe to assume whatever she saw out there, was worse than most of us have seen." Maria looked away and stifled a cry.

"She's never gotten real close to anyone, besides you kiddo." Tommy patted Ellie's back. "You good to make it home okay? I can walk you back if you want."

"No. That's okay, I'm gonna... hang around for a bit if that's okay. See if she comes out of the house for anything."

Maria leaned in for a hug, "Just don't stay out too late, you both have patrol in the morning."

"Yes ma'am." Ellie hugged them both goodbye and waved them off until they got into their home.

She sat on your porch and waited, it got colder and she shivered but she stayed sat and waited. She heard nothing at first and thought she was making it up. It was subtle, just whimpers that could have passed for a sad puppy. Then she heard your yelp, a bang and then she was up on her feet. The door was locked, she banged on the door but you didn't answer.

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You tried to keep quiet, to act as if you had it together and your chest wasn't caving in. Your vision began going blurry and you couldn't catch your breath, your sobs got louder but you couldn't hear them. You didn't even notice you'd fell to the floor until you were being picked up gently.

"Hey hey hey, come on let's get you to bed yeah? Shh, it's okay I know, I'm here. I got you, baby, I have you now. You're safe."

"I can't- I can't-"

"I know baby I know, you're okay. I'm not going anywhere you're safe I have you. You're safe." Ellie had broken down your door after hearing you cry louder than she'd ever heard you before.

You had been clawing at your chest when she found you, beating and clawing like you were trying to get your heart to beat again. Like you couldn't get your lungs to take in any more air, she wasn't sure what to do at first. She thought about running and grabbing Tommy or Maria and then she remembered what Tommy had said, you'd never gotten close to anyone besides her. So she did the only thing she could think of, she picked you up and reminded you where you were.

"Ellie I-", your breathing slowed. Her touch had soothed your burning skin, you felt her breathing above your face. The surface beneath you no longer cold and hard, you were in your bed. You wanted to say something important, let her know how bad you had gotten since she'd been gone. "I love you." Was all that came out, and then you crashed. Your body finally relaxed enough to fall asleep, you didn't fight it. You were safe now, warm and loved.

"I love you baby", she kissed your face relentlessly. "I'm here now, just sleep." As she looked at your sleepy face she had to turn away, she saw it now. How bad you'd gotten, how much you'd held in so she could fall apart. Why her leaving was so cruel, and why you had hated her for it. She cried silently over you that night, she sobbed while you slept in her arms. She didn't dare move even when her arms hurt, and her legs fell asleep. She let you sleep, and she let herself cry without blacking out. She was healed, you were not. It was her turn to glue you back together after all this time, and she was fully prepared for the task.

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Authors Note: Very much tea very much jumbled, let me know if you liked it and if I should continue with a part two! Kind of just in the mood to write a shit ton of little fics and see where they take me, anyways. Love ya, hope life is being kind to you! See you next time xoxo Gossip girl.

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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A kiss in the greenhouse- Neville Longbottom x Reader (REPOST)

Posted MAY 15, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request- Could I please have a Neville x reader? The reader goes to Beauxbatons. She loves plants. So she would hang out in the greenhouse. Neville finds her in there and they get to know each other. Crushes develop and on the last day the reader is at Hogwarts they kiss in the greenhouse. Basically a lot of fluffiness. Tysm! 🥺💕

A/n- We’re getting through requests made like 6 months ago!!! Yayyyyy

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Warnings- FLOOF

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People always assume that Beaxbatons only care about their looks, since some are part Veela, which makes boys entranced by their beauty, but that couldn’t be more false. Many of the girls had different interests.

Some loved quidditch, some loved to read, but you? You loved herbology, always have, and always will.

At your school, there is a tiny greenhouse, and although Herbology isn’t a class at Beauxbatons, you have found many books and have conducted your own research. You were very informed on the subject, which impressed your teachers and classmates.

You had been at Hogwarts for about a month now, and the Triwizard tournament had just started, the first task was only a few days ago.

You loved it at Hogwarts, the students were nice, but you got along best with the Hufflepuffs since they usually knew the most about herbology. One of the students had actually told you where the greenhouse was, which is where you planned to go today.

“Where are you going, Y/n?” one of your friends asked. “To the greenhouse! One of the Hufflepuff’s told me where it was located, and no one should be in there since it’s a Saturday,” you explained, waving as you left the library where you and a few others had been hanging out.

You walked down the hallways, a few boys trying to flirt with you, but you just ignored them. You weren’t Veela, the person with the most Veela in them is Fleur, and she is only ¼ Veela. Actually, a lot of the girls didn’t have any Veela in them, but you were all still very pretty.

After a few more minutes of walking (and a few more cocky boys trying to flirt with you), you finally found the greenhouse. You smiled wide and jogged to the door, slowly opening it to make sure that no one else was in there.

After you looked around to find no one in the greenhouse, you entered, immediately walking around. You looked at all of the flowers and other plants.

You did this for a few minutes, becoming mesmerized by plants that you have never seen or even heard of before. “I wonder what this is,” you whispered to yourself, touching a leaf of a plant.

“That’s a Flutterby bush,” you heard a voice say, making you jump up. “Oh my goodness!” you exclaimed. You looked at who the voice came from, it was a boy with dark brown hair and just the cutest face.

When you two made eye contact, he immediately blushed and started stuttering, “S-Sorry, I just really like herbology,” he explained. “That’s alright,” you said softly, “I do too.”. “Oh,” he chuckled, “cool.”.

You both stood there for a second, waiting for the other to speak. “So, what’s your name? It must be a very pretty name since you’re so pretty,” he asked, immediately regretting what he said, “I mean if it’s not a pretty name, that doesn’t mean you’re not pretty, because you really are.”. Neville looked mortified, but you just smiled.

“It’s Y/n Y/l/n, what about you?” you asked. “Oh- uh, Neville, Neville Longbottom,” he said timidly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, Neville, you seem to be much more educated in Herbology than I am, mind telling me a bit more about some of the plants in here?” you questioned. \

Over the next few months, you and Neville grew closer, and your crush for him only got bigger. Almost every day, you and him would meet in the greenhouse to study plants and to just hang out.

You got to know him really well, and he got to know you really well. You could definitely tell that he had a crush on you, but it was just a matter of one of you making a move.

You were too scared to make a move though because you didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You two went to two completely different schools in two completely different places, confessing feelings and then never seeing each other would break your heart.

The decision was to be made quick now, with only a few weeks left, you needed to make up your mind on what you were going to do: profess your feelings or bury them forever?

“Hey Neville,” you greeted him as you passed him in the halls, “H-Hi Y/n,” he stuttered out, clutching his books tighter. You smiled at him and quickly looked away, blush starting to spread across your face, as it does every time you see him.

Your friends weren’t dumb, they knew you had a crush on Neville from the moment you two started hanging out. You were happier, always talking about him, and blushing every time you looked at him.

You walked to the library and sighed dreamily the moment you entered, catching the attention of your friends.

“Did you pass Neville again?” one of them asked while looking down at a book. “Oh shut it,” you said and sat down next to them.

“You should really tell him how you feel, Y/n,” one told you. You sighed, “I know I should, I want to, truly. But, if I never see him again-”, “Then your heart will be broken,” another finished, “Who cares?! You like him, so you should tell him. And you two can always owl each other. Who knows, maybe Longbottom can write you love letters for the next few years and then you two can have a happy life together after school.”. “And you can see each other over the summer!” another chimed in.

You hadn’t realized all of this, but it was true, you two could still talk, even after you leave. “You guys are right!” you exclaimed. “Shhhh,” a few kids shushed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, looking towards you friends and talking in a quieter voice, “maybe it can work out! Now I just have to figure out how to go about telling him.”.

“You should tell him on the day that we’re leaving,” one suggested, another one adding on, “Yeah, so if he rejects you then it won’t be awkward and you can just leave and never see him again.”. “Gee thanks for the confidence,” you said sarcastically.

“Tell him on the last day of school and then give him your address, it’s simple,” one explained. “Yeah, easy for you to say,” you mumbled and sank into your chair.

Over the next few weeks, you and Neville kept hanging out, but you were also planning how to tell him that you have a ginormous crush on him.

The day you all were leaving came much quicker than you would have liked, but here you were, looking through the crowd of students to find Neville.

“Hey, Harry, have you seen Neville anywhere?” you asked. “I think he’s in the greenhouse, he seemed really down, you should go check on him before you leave,” he told you.

You thanked him and rushed through the castle to the greenhouse, students were everywhere saying goodbye to each other and packing some last-minute things.

You finally got to the greenhouse, a little saddened that this would be the last time you would be in there. You breathed out while opening the door, nervous to see Neville because you knew that if you saw him, you would have to tell him.

Sure enough, Neville was sadly looking at a plant, more specifically at a Flutterby bush.

“Hi Neville,” you said softly, startling him a bit. “Oh, hi Y/n,” he said gloomily. You sighed and closed the door, walking toward him.

“I’m leaving, I just wanted to come and say goodbye,” you told him. “Oh,” is all he said. “Neville, what’s wrong?” you asked and grabbed his shoulder to make him face you.

He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite hear. “What?” you asked, leaning in closer. He mumbled again, a little louder though, but you still couldn’t hear him.

“Neville, you have to speak up,” you told him, leaning in even closer. He looked up at you before grabbing you by your cheeks and pulling you to him, kissing you. You were caught off guard, but when you realized what was happening, you deepened the kiss.

After another second, Neville pulled back, realizing what he did. He started stuttering, but you just giggled, “I’m assuming that you wanted to tell me you have a crush on me?” you questioned.

He didn’t look up, but he nodded his head. “Well, I also have a crush on you, Neville Longbottom,” you said. He looked up slowly, “R-Really?”. “Yes, Neville, and I’ve liked you for a while now, that’s actually why I came to find you,” you explained.

“Oh, that’s good, I thought you were going to reject me,” Neville said, sighing with relief. “Never would I ever reject you,” you proclaimed.

You both smiled bashfully at each other, but it was ruined when you looked at the clock. Your carriages were about to leave. “Oh my! I have to go, come on Neville!” you panicked and ran out of the greenhouse.

Neville grabbed something before running as fast as he could after you, but you were still faster than him.

As you entered the front of the castle, you rushed, screaming for them to wait for you. Your friends quickly opened up the door, letting you hop inside.

You turned around to see Neville running toward you. “Wait, Y/n! I have something for you!” he shouted. You outreached your hand, allowing him to hand you the flower he had picked for you.

“I’ll owl you the moment I get back home Neville! I’ll miss you!” you shouted while waving as your carriage was flying away. “I’ll miss you too, Y/n!” he shouted back, waving too.

You kept waving at him until he was out of sight, sighing dreamily as you sat back in your chair. “I’m assuming you told him?” one of your friends asked.

“Yep,” you answered, smelling the flower that he gave you, “I sure did.”.

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xoxo

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thenextdawn-backup · 1 year

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Aftermath

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: request here

Warnings: angst, mentions of trauma, swearing

Pairing: Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

First Vada one shot! I just love this character and this universe so much! I hope you like it!🤍✨

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You and Vada had always been close, ever since you were both kids, playing together, going at each other’s houses and eventually spending time together even talking about random stuff when you grew up, now talking about boys and girls and all that. You had came out as gay to Vada of course, with her being your best friend she always accepted you. You were always curious about what she identified herself as, but you never asked, however you never even denied that you like her. You have always had a crush on her but you never told her, knowing that she wouldn’t have liked you back (as outgoing as she is, she would have definitely told you… right?)

You had gotten your drivers license as soon as you turned 16 and would always drive with her to school, you really were inseparable, however it didn’t take much to take the two of you apart. It only took an idiot with a rifle. you were in one of the classrooms that got shot at, but luckily the shooter never aimed at you and never hurt you, but some of your classmates died right in front of you and that image never left your head. After that you were even scared to leave your bed. Your parents had bought you an apartment because they were always traveling and were never home, they never even heard about the shooting and never asked how you were, and god were you scared.

Each noise you heard, you’d be scared. You couldn’t sleep because each time you closed your eyes you’d see your dead classmates, you couldn’t eat because you couldn’t move from your bed. You had been talking to Vada but of course she suffered the trauma too and she apparently didn’t really want to talk about it. You weren’t even going to therapy as your parents knew nothing. Vada was ignoring you and you had no one to talk to, it all hurt so much and helped build up a lot of uncared for emotions that you had no way to express.

It had now been two weeks since the shooting and you had yet to talk to someone. Each time you’d text Vada she’d reply with “can’t, I’m with Mia” or “I’m at Mia’s house today” hell at some point you had even stopped asking her. She was always with Mia, fun fact is she was criticizing her days before the shooting and now suddenly she was her new best friend… were you jealous? Yes, you were. But it wasn’t just jealousy, you felt like you were being replaced and it didn’t feel good one bit. At some point Vada even stopped replying to your texts. You weren’t capable to understand, what had you done to her? Were you asking for too much? Were you too bothering?

Two more weeks passed and eventually you had to go back to school and as soon as you stepped back into your classroom, memories of that terrible day came back to mind and you panicked, your ran to the bathroom as you threw up remembering everything from that day. You even tried texting Vada to come to the bathroom but she never replied… recently your conversations were only messages from you, she read them but never replied… she left you on seen, almost as if she didn’t care about your existence anymore and it hurt, a lot. You had done to her no wrong doing, why would she treat you like you didn’t exist anymore?

At some point you even stopped texting her, too tired to run after her when she was obviously faster and replaced you quickly. You hated that, you hated the fact that you were now alone and with no one to talk to, no one to vent to and who used to be your best friend was now having the time of her life with her new friend. You had to find a way, you had to find a way to escape this weird reality you had found yourself into. How could you do it though?

You ended up buying drugs, getting high continuously and also getting drunk even in school. You’d almost fall at each step you took, you were laughing at nothing every day now, the teachers couldn’t even talk to your parents because they couldn’t reach them, not even calling them worked as they clearly had much more important stuff to think about than you. At times teachers would find you passed out in the school bathrooms or you would leave the class running to puke in the toilet. Of course they understood your trauma and tried setting you up with the school’s psychologist, but you were either too drunk or to high to remember going.

Eventually you grabbed Vada’s attention back. She saw the way you acted, and it was clear to her what you were doing, you were trying to forget your trauma by drinking and getting high, little did she know that it wasn’t just because of the trauma but also because you couldn’t talk to anyone about it, and her only friend had replaced her. She tried getting closer to you again or helping you, even coming to your house but once again, you were either too high or too drunk to even hear her ringing the bell. So she tried asking her friend Mia for her help on what to do.

“I just don’t know what to do. She has been ignoring me at school and I’m trying to help her but she’s always so drunk and high she barely even sees me” Vada started, venting to her friend Mia “have you tried talking to her by messages? Has she replied?” Just then Vada realized that this was partly her fault too. “No… oh my god this is my fault too-“ she started and rushed her hands through her own hair, tears filling her eyes. “Calm down, why is it your fault?” Mia asked, rushing to put both her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “She’s been asking me to go to her house because she’s alone and I always told her I was with you I-“ she tried thinking of everything she did that might have led you to do all this. “She asked me to go to the bathroom when she was throwing up and to go comfort her but I left her on seen- she has no one besides me and I didn’t think of it once, this is all my fault”

The brunette started crying and panicking, she had caused you this and even knowing it she only thought of herself and her newfound friend. “Vada, calm down” the blonde insisted, wiping the girl’s tears “listen to me… now you’re gonna go at her place, you’re gonna explain everything to her or help her or take care of her and you’re gonna listen to her vent, you’re gonna let her yell at you. She’s suffered the trauma as well, hell her class got shot at and she could have died. She needs someone to talk to and her parents aren’t there, as you said she only has you so let her yell at you if she needs to okay?” The girl slowly calmed down hearing those words as she nodded and was immediately running at your place.

Knowing you wouldn’t have replied at the door she snuck in your house from the window. The whole house was a mess, it stinked of alcohol and weed and she had to hold her own nose to stop herself from breathing that stuff. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” The house wasn’t too big herself but she couldn’t find you until she went to the bathroom, where she found you laying down on the floor while laughing on your own while looking at the ceiling. Eyes puffy from crying, or maybe because of weed or maybe even both and you had an empty bottle of Vodka in your hand. “Fuck dude, out of all things you had to get drunk with Vodka? It’s fucking disgusting” she said as she tried lifting you up, arms around you as she carried you to your bed, but you were too far gone to even realize it was Vada.

“It’s all spiiiiinninggg” you dragged the word laughing as Vada carried you to the bed “feel like I’m on a roller coaster. Yahoooooooo” Vada finally managed to lay you down on the bed as she sighed “why are you acting like this? Getting all drunk and high… it’s not healthy, we’re all worried at school.” The shorter girl started, without knowing that you wouldn’t understand a word that she’s saying and not even what you’re saying. You hadn’t even recognized her “Becauseeee no one cares about me. My parents aren’t replying to my texts or calls, my best friend fucking replaced me and has been ignoring me ever since that day” at that Vada realized that you hadn’t recognized her and tears filled her eyes at the idea that she did this to you, and you were so drunk and high that you didn’t recognize her.

“And I think I have always been in love with her and she’s never told me anything and I don’t know if she even likes women! If she does she’s probably with that fucking dancer now and it makes me upset because that could’ve been me but no because now I don’t exist anymore! You wanna know what the best part is?” You sat up, looking at her with bloodshot eyes, still not recognizing her. “She knows I’m going through shit and she doesn’t care! Fucking bitch!” You started punching the wall as you shot her a lot of insults, unknowing of the fact that she was right there. Vada felt so guilty now, at some point during your friendship she had figured out that you liked her, and she liked you back but she was too scared that it would ruin your friendship and she didn’t want that… yet by doing this to you she knew she was the one to ruin it.

While crying, Vada climbed on top of your bed and took your hands, stopping you from hurting yourself anymore punching the wall. “Okay you- you need to calm down now” Vada said crying as she tried calming you down. It eventually worked and you fell asleep. She took advantage of your deep sleep and cleaned your house, getting rid of the disgusting smell that filled it and trashing the empty alcohol bottles. Your words were hitting her like a truck and she was so sorry to have caused you this, the only thing she could do now to make up for it was just be at your side and help you go through everything. It would be hard… but she caused this and she wanted to solve it as well.

She watched you sleep the whole night, just checking if you were alright, if you needed anything. But clearly the too much drug and alcohol had you deep in your sleep. The next morning she was up making breakfast for you with a headache pill prepared as you woke up and ran to the bathroom to throw up. You had no Idea Vada was there and hadn’t seen her on your way to the bathroom either, but as soon as she saw you run to the bathroom and heard you throw up she ran after you and held your hair back. “There there…” she said whispering and caressed your back, she scared the shit out of you but continued throwing up for at least 10 minutes, basically expelling each body fluid.

When you were finished you sat next to the toilet weakly as Vada cleaned your mouth and you tried catching your breath. Your eyes still bloodshot but you could tell that Vada had been crying too. “What are you doing here?” You asked her with a angry tone. “I’m here to help you…” she started which made you chuckle. “Yeah, right… you need to leave my house now” you said and tried pushing her away, but she wouldn’t budge. “I’m not leaving, (Y/N). I want to make up for what I did to you and you clearly stated you hated me last night because I replaced you and I want you to understand that I did not do that on purpose okay?” She started crying as she looked straight into your eyes. “I was scared to hurt you but apparently I did worst and I’m so sorry. Please let me help” she basically begged you.

She might have done you wrong, but you loved her too much to let her go, so you nodded at her words. “Thank you” she whispered and hugged you, you reciprocated the hug and only hugged her tighter, trying not to cry. After you ate something to settle your stomach you laid back in your bed and Vada laid by your side. “Did you mean what you said last night?” She asked and you chuckled. “I said a lot of things last night, I don’t remember what I said but I said a lot” you said and she cleared her throat before forming the question again. “You said you love me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if you really meant it but… I need to know”

You looked at her in the eyes before gulping and turning around, she was now facing your back. “You wouldn’t understand.” You said and she moved closer to you, half sitting up as she leaned over to look at you. “Then make me understand…” she said as she looked deep in your tears-filled eyelids. You moved so you were now laying on your back and she was standing over you, hands each on your sides to hold herself up as you looked up at her. “How do you tell your childhood best friend that you’ve developed feelings for her without being scared to ruin the friendship?” You asked whispering as a couple tears left your eyes.

“Who said it will be ruined?” She said smiling slightly, her smile made you smile back as you pulled her down on top of you to kiss her softly, your hands moved from the neck of her sweater to her back and neck, gently caressing it as she caressed your cheeks softly.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Headcanons for the Mitchell-Bradshaw kids (+ friends & family) because I can | Top Gun AU ✈️

Summary: What happens when you live with 4 little ducklings? Unforgettable memories!

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jenny Mitchell

Characters included/mentioned: Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell, Maverick, Slider, Iceman, Carole and etc

Note: Fluffy/ Top Gun Headcanon fic

1) Bradley and Austin used to volunteer at an Animal Shelter, full of puppies and full grown dogs if all breeds. One day, Slider’s kids wanted to adopt another dog but couldn’t since they already had 4 already so in result, they called Iceman to help them out and so in result he adopted the doggie.

But there was a catch, the Yorkie made so much more barking than expected and had so much darling energy, so Iceman had no choice but to call him—Maverick!! Let’s just say the real Maverick wasn’t the happiest person after hearing that and the kids laughed so loudly at his reaction

2) Speaking of dogs, Austin Mitchell may or may not have brought home in an panic a week later. Jenny was sending text messages on her laptop when he rushed in yelling, “Don’t tell Dad!”

She was confused and looked up, “What did you do?”

“I want you to know that I love you VERY much and you’re always welcome in my room for the bigger closest room.”

“Aussy, what happened? Did you break his motorcycle again?”

“No and for the 10th time that was Dane!”

He hoped the door for a puppy to walk in as his sister’s jaw dropped to the floor, hugging the fur ball to tackle her. He laughed at the moment and whistles as two more dogs came in grinning brightly.

“Sooo? What do we think?” He asked with a matching grin as the dogs, carrying the puppy.

“We ain’t NEVER telling Dad!” She repiled with a little giggle falling in love with the dogs.

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3) As a kid, Dane really in awe of Ice's ability to flip pens like it was nothing and wants to be his student to learn the trick, begging for him to teach him one day after school. His mom brought him a small pack of pens and pencils to practice with for flipping tricks, eventually he gets the hang of it where he showcasing his tricks in class.

He thanked his Uncle Ice later on for showing him the trick, calling him cooler than Maverick jokingly and laughed running off to show his friends his new tricks

4) Speaking of Dane, is maths kid in school. History was never his strong suit but surprisingly, numbers came much more naturally to him. It resulted in the type of career he would have in the future.

His brother and siblings knew this fact very well, being able to be crafty where he can calculate prices of analysis for planes. As well as when needed he can calculate, like the the tax and measurement when it comes to paying for a restaurant bill.

It would surprise his mother as she would ask, “Not bad, sweetie. How did you do that so fast?”

In result he would hold up the pen and napkin he used to do the math then reply, “I counted.”

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5) When it comes to certain things, Jenny is terrible at keeping secrets and wants to gossip, so she can be a little nosy at times (she gets better at it with age). Ice and her dad like to say, she got from their Aunt Carole, since Sunset was most likely the one to be hush hush about certain subjects.

When she was 5, and Bradley was 7, she knew he had a silly little crush on the babysitter cause she was so nice. So she told her auntie Carole who stayed gushing with her all about it, teasing her son about it

When she was 10, she heard all about uncle Slider becoming Commander after watching the adults talk about it and went running to her daddy to spill the news giggling with excitement. It was supposed to be a secret for a few short days but she couldn’t help herself.

When she was 16, she found out that Dane and Austin had a crush on the same girl or so she thought. She squeals so loudly, knowing that she would have to be quiet about it or else. Bradley even gave her an odd look.

But Jenny had other plans as she sneaked up on her brother and asked, “Sooo who’s the girl?”

“What girl? There is no girl!” Austin exclaimed playing video games on the computer.

“Oh my god it’s the senior!”

“How did y-no! I am not into a senior.”

“But I saw you talking about some girl name ‘Avery’…”

That’s when her brother snorted, “No, Avery Thompson is the senior leader of the drama club. I’m into Avery Rodriguez, he’s on the basketball team.”

Her eyes widen and gasps, “HIM?! Damn, you got good taste!”

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6) Jenny had a small crush on Bradley when they were kids, jokingly saying ‘You are my boyfriend.’ when she was 7 but let it go a while later. Especially since fictional boys existed on Tv duh! However, Bradley thought girls had cooties and said, ‘Gross!’

As early high school rolled around, Jenny was watching Disney Channel movies and texting her friends as she watched the boys play guitar and drums in the center of the garage. Austin, Dane and Bradley were jamming out in their band laughing and singing covers.

Tracy and Rachel, Jenny’s friends, walked into the garage jamming out to the songs as she greeted her with a hug. They were chatting and gossiping about the latest movies, along with newest episodes of Gossip Girl.

“Can you believe Blair said that to Serena?! That was uncalled for!” Tracy exclaimed as they sat on the bench, sipping water bottles.

“I know right?! But Serena had a point though.” Jenny yelled, chuckling.

“Blair was better.” Rachel added for a debating measure, “But I love Serena too.”

Bradley was tuning his guitar but paused to look at the girls with a loopy smile, stuck in a mini trance.

That’s when Austin threw an empty water bottle at his head and yelled, “Dude! Stop staring that’s my sister.”

Dane laughed at his brother’s face, waving at Tracy, Rachel and Jenny who giggled. Bradley just glared at Austin as he stuck out his tongue muttering a few things.

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cheynovak · 3 months

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Crush Part 3

Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) & Sam Winchester (platonic)

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, implied smut, alcohol, trauma, nothing too extreme,

This story might not follow the SPN timeline.

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 4458

Short recap of part 2:

Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. Sam spends his entire time hanging out with her, trying to ask her to prom, only one problem, Y/N likes Dean. Now years later Dean gets out of hell and decided he wanted Y/N in his life, but desperately trying to hold her away from hunting.

But how long will that work out?

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Jump forward in time.

Y/N and Dean are an item for about a year now. Since the brothers were out hunting a lot of the time it still felt pretty new to both of them. Still learning about each other when they were together. Often feeling it was a long-distance relationship, but they were determent to make it work.

Y/N felt the bed moving beside her. She turned around opening one eye slightly. “What time is it?” she asked while she saw Dean sitting on the bed, taking of his pants before crawling in bed with her. “Too early to get up yet.” He said wrapping his arm around her. “Go back to sleep sweetheart.” He whispered while giving her a small peck on her temple.

Y/N knew how much Dean needed their quality time together after a hunt. So, she just nested her face against him, listening to his breath getting heavier until he fell asleep. She stayed a little longer enjoying the embrace of her boyfriend before getting up.

She made a routine of getting up before Bobby and making sure he had some decent breakfast to start the day. She would clean a little but wouldn’t make the mistake of touching his books and replacing them. Only this morning she had to be move quieter than usual, since Sam was sleeping on the couch.

Bobby had already cleaned out the guest bedroom for Y/N, because he thought a woman shouldn’t sleep on a couch. But for the boys he was a little tougher. It was indeed pretty early, so instead of starting to make a noise with pots and pans and probably waking up her best friend, Y/N decided to go to the store. For a moment she was tempted to take baby with her, but she didn’t want to give Dean a nervous breakdown if he sees she is gone, so she took bobby’s old car instead. Knowing he wouldn’t mind (as much).

She walked outside: “Morning Baby, sorry, other time beautiful.” she was apologising to the car for not driving it. Like Dean would even let her.

By the time Y/N rolled into town the stores just opened. She liked shopping this early, part from a few school kids there was no rush. As Y/N strolled through the store she heard two teenagers, not older than 15 years, talk. “Oh my god! You are such a Sam girl! Don’t you realise he is a nerd?” - “Maybe but he is sooo cute and tall. I like a smart man with a troubled past.” Ha, Y/N though, looks like all Sam’s in this town are all tall, cute, smart and troubled.

“Let me guess you are a Dean girl?” - “Yep! Strong older more experience. With monsters and girls.” Both girls started to giggle. Y/N stopped walking being flabbergasted, monsters? Girls? “Hey, eh hi girls?” The blond tall girl and short brunet turned around. “I just overheard you guys talking, about monster... and boys?” She couldn’t believe her saying this. “Yeah! We are reading a novel.” The blond girl answered, “Supernatural”

“It’s about these two brothers who fight monsters.” - “Really? Can I see it.” They handed her their copies. “Unbelievable.” Y/N mumbled while reading a paragraph. “Incredible isn’t it.” The brunet said. “Where did you buy this?” Y/N asked while handing their book back. “At the bookstore a crossed from here, this is the third book.” - “Ok, thanks.”

Y/N finished her groceries and practically ran to the bookstore. She asked for the “supernatural series.” and bought all of them immediately. By the time she got home all three men were awake. “What took you so long?” Dean asked while taking the bags out of her hands. “I eh, went to the bookstore.” - “What, has Bobby not enough reading material?” Sam joked.

“No, it’s not that, I was at the store and heard two kids talk about monsters and stuff and it turned out there are actual books out there with you guys in it!” Y/N turned holding one of the boos showing it to the guys, who didn’t seem to be as surprised as she was. “Yeah, we know.” Sam said rubbing his neck. “What do you mean you know.”

“We know, Chuck writes those, he is a prophet of the lord.” Dean filled her in. “So, you mean you guys knew this and didn’t bother to tell me? Why?” - “It’s bullshit.” Dean grabbed the book out of her hands. “Please tell me you just bought this one.” - “eh no, actually I bought all of them.” She blushed slightly. “A-all of them?” Dean repeated. “Yes, I want to read about your life story.”

“You could just ask us what you want to know.” Sam tried to help his brother out. “Sam, I don’t even know what to ask. And this...” She took back the book Dean grabbed from her. “Is something you guys could have told me.” - “Well, don’t get too excited sweetheart, none of it is as accurate as the real deal.“ Dean said. “Besides if neither of you have anything to hide from me, like a, I don’t know fling or long-distance girlfriend or so, you wouldn’t mind me reading it. Would you?” Bobby saw how Y/N was teasing Dean, who’s eyes grew big, probably hoping not all his one nights were mentioned.

“Y/N is right” Bobby added, “What’s wrong if she has some reading material when you guys are gone.” - Which to my defence, you are a lot, lately.” She wrapped her arms around Dean trying to sway him. Looking all puppy eyes at him. “Alright, fine. I’m going to work on Baby.” He said turning to the back door.

“Oh eh sweety?” Dean stopped walking, she never used that nickname unless she needs something. He gave her a what now look. “Talking about working on cars, Bobby said I could pick a car out, to stop using his.” - “That’s good for you.” he wanted to move on. “But since I know nothing about that, and you are sooooo good at fixing cars... I thought, you know.” Dean’s head fell in his neck, “I don’t have time to fix an entire shipwreck for you.

“Oh ok, never mind, you know, next time I could just take baby for a spin.” She heard Sam laughing at the background. “Fine, which one do you want.” - “Don’t care, you choose.” she kissed his cheek before joining Sam on the couch. "Oh and Dean?” - “Hm” - “Take your time it’s not urgent. Thanks.” - “Good cause baby comes first.” - “Deal” She said while he closed the door behind him.

“You really know how to work that man.” - “I have no choice Sam. You are at least once in a while allowed to drive that car.” - “I have to get into town driving the car everyone knows is Bobby’s. People start to talk.”

Y/N took a book Chuck wrote and started to read while Sam took his own literature. Y/N really liked spending time with Sam. It felt like when they were in high school again. Where they had their Thursday “book club”. Truth be told it was just Y/N and Sam hanging out reading books together, not even the same book.

She looked over at Sam seeing him getting off the couch to grab his laptop. Y/N knew he would come back but decided to tease Sam a little like they used to, by putting her legs on his place. “May I?” He asked when he came back. Y/N ignored him.

“Real mature Y/N.” She grinned, “Ok. If that’s how you want to play it.” He pulled on her ankles before he lifted her out of the couch. “Hey! What the...” Trying to throw her over his shoulders but her fighting back made that difficult, although she wasn’t strong enough to fight herself out of Sam’s arms.

Dean walked in, grabbed a beer when he saw his brother holding his girlfriend in his arms, keeping her off the floor while she struggled to get out. “A little help please?” She yelled at Dean who laughed and said “Keep up the good work Sammy. I need a little more time with baby.” and walked out again, Dean got used to their little fights, but Y/N seemed to forget that Sam was almost twice as big as her. She could never win.

“Fine ok, you can have your seat back.” She gave up. “Just my seat?” He grinned, “ Ugh, the entire couch.” - “No, kidding, just my spot is good.” The peace returned in the living room.

“Hey Sam?” - “yeah?” He answered without lifting his eyes from the screen. “You and eh, Ruby, did that really happen?” She could see the colour drawn out of his face. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’m just sorry to read you trusted the wrong person.” she took his hand in hers, his lips curled a little hearing her saying that. “Let’s just see it as a learning process.” He answered. “Hey, you’re not the only one who ‘dated’ the wrong person. Both of them were demons in their own way.”

“You know, you never told me about your ex-boyfriends, why don’t you start with that?” Sam turned to her.

“Still reading that garbage?” Dean interrupted them while walking back in, covered in oil and dirt. “Still working on Baby?” she answered. “Nope, all done, time to pick out your car sweetheart.” - “Great, then I'm done reading.” before she jumped of the couch, she squeezed Sam’s hand a little. Saying, I'm here for you if you want to talk, without using words.

“Ok, sweetheart I’ve looked around, there are a few cars here that don’t need to much work. But personally, I would choose this one.” He stopped her in front of a green 1970 Chevrolet Camaro. “Are you sure? Seems like a lot of work.” - “The paint for the body will cost a little, but I checked and I’m sure that what’s inside will last a long time. And Bobby has parts all around this junkyard that I can re-use.”

“Not what I meant, I thought of, I don’t know a normal small car?” - “My girl gets to drive an American classic. Nothing will last longer. Period.” She hugged him, “Besides, you’re used to driving Bobby’s Chevelle by now, switching to this won’t be difficult.” - “I’m very grateful honey, thank you.” She wiped his cheek before giving a soft peck on it. “I can think of a thing or two how you can thank me” He wiggled his eyebrows before he pulled her into a kiss.

“Dean!” the love birds heard Sam yelling, waving his hands to tell them to come inside.

“Chuck just texted me. He needs us.” The older Winchester pinched his nose. “Chuck as in, the guy who writes these books? Great would love to meet him!” - “No, no, no way! You never go out on a hunt with us.” - “Dean baby please. I won’t hunt I’ll stay in the motel and chat with Chuck. Keep him busy while you two do your business.”

Dean hated the idea of Y/N joining them, but as usual she convinced him with a little help from Sam.

They arrived at the address Chuck had texted, only to realise they were lured there by Becky. Who was waving from the moment the black impala was in sight. Dean parked the car with a big sigh. “Your girlfriend is here.” - “She is not my... never mind.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Girlfriend?” Y/N popped her head between the two men. “Who is she?”

“Becky, another crazy fan of the book you’ve been reading ever since we left.” Dean pointed to the book at the back seat.

“You didn’t want me to help you with this hunt, so I have to distract myself.” The three of them walked their way to Becky and Chuck who just walked out. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “You texted us.” Sam looked confused. Chuck turned to Becky. “No actually that was me.” she confessed.

She explained how she was hosting a SPN convention with Chuck as guest and that she wanted Sam to be there as well. Y/N couldn’t hold back a giggle. Becky looked over at her, “who are you?” - “This is Y/N. She is...” Sam started, Becky’s face changed while she interrupted Sam, jealous of Y/N ... “Your old high school crush! The girl you wished you lost your virginity to, the girl you hoped you could be her first as well...” Dean gave her a I really don’t want to hear this, look.

Becky rambled on, “The girl who didn’t like you the way you liked her. Oh, I know. The one who hurt you.” - “Dean’s girlfriend.” Sam finished. “She is Dean’s girlfriend.”

“Hi.” Y/N waved probably looking as red on her cheeks as Sam by now.

It’s felt really weird that someone she didn’t know, knew about her. She made it very clear she though Y/N was a villain in this story.

“H-how do you know that?” Sam asked feeling his cheeks getting redder by the minute. - “I read it.” - “There is only a small part of me in the books." Y/N looked at Sam who shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I wrote a lot of drafts, not everything made the book.” Chuck added. “Let me guess and Becky read all of them? Great” Dean said annoyed.

“I still think you should have added the part where Y/N ditched Sam on their last book night, their last night in town, pretended to be sick just to sneak out, to fiddle with Dean.” Sam looked at her.

“Wait, you said that you stayed on the couch all night.” Y/N opened her mouth but before she could answer Becky did. “Yeah, the backseat of the impala you mean. At the football pitch at night with Dean’s body to keep her warm.” Clearly adding oil to the fire.

“Wow! That didn’t happen!” Dean interfered “First off, it was the front seat.” - “Not helping!” Y/N gave him an angry look.

“And second, we didn’t do anything. Did we make out, yes, but that’s all!” He looked at Sam who glanced over at Y/N. “Like I told you before, nothing happened.”

Becky puffed, “He wanted to, though.” Dean cocked his head while giving Y/N a lopsided smile, clearly not apologising for it. Making her roll her eyes.

After the awkward introduction they strolled around the convention Becky organised. Y/N stopped Dean by the arm. “Hey, eh I would like to find a motel before the three of us have no choice but to stay in the impala.” She saw the grin on his widen, “Hm, want some sexy time, eh?”

“What?”- “Were standing in a hotel sweetheart. Enough rooms.” He pulled her in for a small kiss. “I'm not staying the night here, it gives me the creeps, Dean.”

“Well, I'm hungry, so let’s stay here for the dinner, and if you still feel the same afterwards...’ His hands dropped to her behind, squeezed her flesh. “We’ll leave, let’s take the impala and find our self a nice cosy place to relive that one night.” He winked. Y/N’s head dropped “D, that’s not what I mean!” but he was too focused on food to hear her.

She noticed Sam standing at the bar, Becky sitting at the table trying to flirt with him. He’s trying to friendly ignore her, but this girl had no idea how to stop. They locked eyes, giving her the please save me stare.

“She is really into you, isn’t she?” Y/N laughed while she wrapped her arms around his, turning him with his back against her, so now Y/N was facing her. “I really believe she is nice. Just.” - “Weird? Creepy? Obsessed.” - “Yes, yes and yes. You know she writes like her own fictional stories about us.” - “That’s cute.” Y/N looked over seeing her giving Y/N a dead stare.

“Yeah, maybe if they were, innocent.” - “Wait what?” - “Uhu.” Y/N blinked her eye’s a few times. “You are telling me, that sweet looking girl writes fan fiction porn about you?” Sam nodded “Like I said, uhu.” - “And you read it?” Y/N was in shock.

“What? No! I read one story she e-mailed to me last time we met. It was innocent but then when I searched her page, I found... weird stuff.”

“Wait how weird are we talking, like you whipping her or choking?” Sam raised his brow. “Don’t act all innocent Sammy. We both know that is not the worst thing in the world. Bet you even like it!” She rubbed her shoulder against his. “Y/N, seriously.” Sam wasn’t amused “Ok, sorry, what does she write then.”

“About me and Dean.” - “Ok.” - “Together.” Her face turned pale. “Like, together, together?” - “Yeah.” Y/N looked over Sam’s shoulder to Becky. Sam saw the wheels in Y/N’s head turning. “Please don’t tell me you like that.” He asked nervous. “What? Ew, no, that isn’t even legal!” - “Oh, so if it was you would like it?” - “Oh god no Sam, I’m just trying NOT to picture it. And not to freak out!”

“Sam, I’m feeling really uncomfortable. I really don’t want to be here tonight, you mind finding us a motel?” - “You want to get out of here?” She nodded quickly. “Please.” She gave him the puppy eyes. “Great!” He looked around, no Dean in sight. “Let’s go. We’ll tell Dean when we get back.” Sam pulled her in front of him, holding his hands on her shoulders to pushed her through the door.

But Becky saw all of it, she didn’t hear a word, but the fact that they were sitting so close together and now left together made her jealous and suspicious. Sam “borrowed” one of the other cars that were parked outside and left.

When they arrived at the motel Becky’s jealousy grew, she saw how Sam took the key and opened the door for Y/N following her inside.

Not long after she sees Sam walking outside when Y/N opened the door in a robe calling him for something. She heard Sam yell. “Just make sure you’re ready, I’ll be right back.”

Becky couldn’t bear the thought of what was happening inside. So instead of walking up to the room and confront them she drove back. But before she would walk back inside, she called Chuck to come outside.

“I think Y/N is cheating on Dean.” She said while walking around the premises. ”What?” Chuck couldn't follow her, literally and figuratively. “I think Y/N is cheating on Dean, with my Sam. I saw them at the motel a few minutes ago.” - “You followed them?” - “I HAD to Chuck. I don’t want her to use him. She will break his heart all over again.”

By the time Chuck and Becky walked back they saw Sam and Y/N walk back to the convention. Y/N wrapped her arm around the tallest brother, hugging him quickly. ”Thanks Sam. For helping, I really needed to get away from this.” - “If feel you. This place is weird, and I don’t want to spend the night too close to Becky.”

“Sam Winchester, not afraid of ghosts and monsters but scared to dead of a female.” - “You really don’t know her.” He tried to defend himself. “Ha, who knows she might sneak into your bed and you hear her whisper in your ear. ‘Oh Sammy bear, hold me tonight in your strong arms’.” She acted out the scene a little too loud. Sam laughed at her drama performance.” You’re going to give me nightmares.”

“See?!” Becky looked back to Chuck, “I never saw that as sexual tension. I thought they were just teasing each other. You know like brother and sister.” They ran after Y/N and Sam. “Where were you? The quiz is about to start.” Dean asked while walking up to them. ”By the way the buffet was amazing!” Sam gave a grinned look at Y/N and walked away.

“I’m happy you filled your tummy.” She padded his stomach and kissed him. “Do you have a new parfum?” Dean asked. “Eh, no why?” - “Dean? Can I talk to you?” He looked over his shoulder seeing Chuck and Becky looking nervous. “I’ll keep a seat for you.” Y/N said while clearly feeling she wasn’t supposed to stay.

Becky walked towards her turning her away from the room. “I know what you’re doing.” - “Sorry?” - “You want them both don’t you? Is Dean not good enough for you?” Y/N looked at Dean seeing him looking back at her a little angry.

“I, no we, saw you with Sam at the motel.” - “Becky, we went to rent a room.” - “Oh, really is that why you screamed “Oh Sammy bear, hold me tonight in your strong arms’?” Dean’s eyes grew big. - “Cheater!” She yelled before walking away leaving Dean and Y/N alone in the lobby. “Y/N?” She could see the fear in his eyes.

But before they could say another word one of the guests ran towards them screaming, he saw 3 little kids covered in blood. Sam asked Becky if that was part of the convention, but the brothers quickly learned this wasn’t part of the plan.

Y/N and Becky gathered all the guests and staff at the buffet. “Becky, Salt!” She yelled while throwing it towards her. Both women covered every door and window. Trying to keep the ghosts out.

Meanwhile Sam and Dean did what they did best. Fight while they were fighting ghosts.

“So, you’re still not over Y/N are you?” Dean bit towards Sam while they were walking to the graves. “What are you talking about?” - “Becky and Chuck saw you two all cuddly and close.” Sam was confused. “Saw us doing what?” - “Oh you know what I mean!” He turned around standing toe to toe with his younger brother. “Why Sam? Why Y/N?” - “Dean really, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dean started to get frustrated. “Is this because she chose me? Or because we made up a little lie just to get together when we were young?” He walked away again “Dean seriously what are you talking about?”

“Motel, Sam! They saw you two at the motel.” - “You didn’t want to go with her, you wanted to eat. So, she asked me.” Dean turned back around clocked his brother in his face. The anger behind the punch was enough to make Sam fall on the ground.”

“The fuck Dean!” Sam placed his hand on his eye. “So, because I didn’t go with her, you thought hey why not, having sex with my brother’s girl was always on my ‘to do’ list? I can’t believe you did this to me. You know I love her!” - “O-of course, but I never ...” - “Dude she smelled like cheap motel soap!” - ”We never did anything Dean! I swear.”

Dean saw the honesty in his eyes. “She is my friend and I never even think about her that way. I promise!” - “Never?” - “Never!” - “Cause you two are very close and ‘handsy’ sometimes.” - “She is like a sister, we fight constantly.” Sam said still sitting on the ground. “What if things were different? What If she wanted?” - “She doesn’t want me Dean, and I don’t want her.” - “You used to.” - “When I was 16. Please man, we didn’t do anything I swear!”

The older brother thought for a second. “Then what did she mean by: Oh Sammy bear, hold me tonight in your strong arms’ - “We were laughing, joking what Becky would say if she had a change to sneak into my room. A-and the motel, Y/N was spooked in that old hotel, clearly, she is right. She wanted to book a room before there were no more available. So, I took her.”

“And the shower?” - “She said it would calm her nerves.” - “What did you do during the shower?” Dean was still not convinced. “Got food, we ate we got back. Ask her!” Dean nodded sticking his hand out to Sam. Lifting him of the ground. “Let’s finish this job first, talk later.”

Sam and Dean got back at the hotel. Y/N ran towards Dean, clinging on to his neck. “Oh god I'm so glad you are ok.” Dean placed one hand between her shoulders while his other still carried the shovel.

Dean smelled the unfamiliar scent of soap on her. “I think we need to talk.” He said looking over at Chuck and Sam. Seems like Sam was already giving them a piece of his mind.

“Dean baby, what Becky said...” he kissed her before she could say more. “It’s ok.” He said. “No, I was teasing Sam, I pretended to be Becky. I would never.” He smiled softly. “I believe you, I never really believed them anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders trying to play it cool.

“Oh really? Then why does Sam look like he ran into a door?” Dean grinned “The ghost did that.” He pulled her close. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I just, sometimes I'm a little jealous of the bond you have with him, and Chuck telling me you two went to a motel without telling me... Guess it made me nervous.”

“Dean, I only want to stay in your strong arms, .” she over did her act again. Dean’s lips curled slightly up. ”Is that a promise?” She nodded slowly. He felt her fingers going through his hair pulling him in.

“Does your offer of re-living that night still stand?” She asked before biting his bottom lip softly. Dean’s eyes grew big before they changed into his bedroom eyes .

“Absolutely” He answered with a husky voice.

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