#i promise that 4 and 6 are different gif sets lol

[gingiesworld]

Obsessions (2/?)

Wanda Maximoff x Rogers Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Toxic Wanda.

AN: Ok, it seems it may be longer than just two parts :) I am just too invested in this arc between the two of them.

Taglist: @sytoran @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had thought she had managed to leave Wanda behind, but Wanda had other plans. She had recieved scholarships from other schools, even Ivy league schools but she chose to go to NYU.

"Why are you doing this Wanda?" Pietro asked as he packed his things before heading out to LA.

"NYU is a great school. It has an amazing drama programme." She feigned as her twin saw right through her.

"If you were going to patch things up with Y/N then I would understand but." He sighed as he stared at his twin. "Y/N has been through a lot, and she never had anyone when she needed them. She never had you."

"Well she is a big girl." Wanda spat before she headed towards his bedroom door.

"What happened to you Wanda?" He questioned, she paused without turning to face him as he continued. "You used to be so selfless, kind and caring, now you're just like every superficial girl who will inevitably be alone." She shook her head as her eyes filled with tears as she slammed his bedroom door shut, heading straight to her own as she watched Y/N from her window.

"I can't believe my baby is leaving me." Peggy smiled as she brought out some fresh homemade lemonade as Y/N worked on the car.

"I know but I need you to promise me you will look after her." Y/N pleaded with her as she took the cold glass. "I can't take her with me because it's pointless with the traffic in New York but I will be getting the train back here every Friday too."

"I will look after her." Peggy told her. "If you want, I can just use your car through the week."

"No." Y/N whispered as she looked at the car, knowing that Peggy would be too hard on the breaks. "Maybe I should just give up on college and get a job."

"No." Peggy told her sternly. "I will warm the engine up everyday, Uncle Bucky will change the oil on the dates you've marked, and you will go to college. Become an Illustrator and make your father proud."

"I miss him." Y/N whispered as Peggy gave her a sad smile.

"He would be so proud of the woman you have become." Peggy cupped her cheek before giving it a pinch making Y/N laugh lightly. But once she heard that Wanda was heading to NYU, she was second guessing going.

"We will have different classes so I most likely won't see her." Y/N reasoned as she and Pietro through the football back and forth. "NYU is a big school and we may be in different dorms too."

"I really admire thr optimism Y/N." He smirked as Y/N shrugged.

"It's either that or don't go at all." She told him. "And my mom wants me to go."

"Well then go. Don't let my sister stop you from following your dreams." He told her with a gentle smile.

"Thanks P." She said sincerely as she caught the ball. "Go long." She told him as she threw the ball, watching as Pietro ran down the field and caught. The two cheered goofily before the collapsed beside each other.

The move to New York was something, the bustling halls of the dorms as Y/N found her own room. Seeing a red head on the other bed, reading a book.

"Hey." Y/N greeted her shyly.

"Hi." She beamed as she sat up. "You must be Y/N. I'm Natasha." The two started to get to know each other as they decorated Y/N's side of the dorm. Not realising that the person she wanted to avoid so much was only behind the wall.

Wanda was setting up her room as a brunette walked in. Smiling softly before she turned to her roommate.

"I'm Wanda." She introduced herself as she held her hand out.

"I'm Maria." She shook Wanda's hand. "I was just grabbing my purse." She turned to Wanda as she reached the door. "Do you want to join my friend and I at this new cafè?"

"Yeah. Let me just grab my coat." Wanda smiled as she put her coat back on. As Wanda was locking their door, Maria greeted her friend just outside.

"This is Y/N. Y/N this is Maria." Nat told her, Wanda soon turned to look at Y/N with a smirk.

"Fuck." Y/N muttered as Nat looked at her. "You know what, I'm actually feeling a little sick right now."

"You should lie down then." Nat told her as Y/N nodded.

"I will." Y/N bid her goodbye to Maria before disappearing inside the room, locking the door behind her.

As the weeks went by, she tried her hardest to avoid Wanda at any cost. Even if it meant waking up earlier and heading to the dining hall for breakfast before she sat outside the art class with her sketchbook and pencils.

As much as she loved to draw comics and sketches, she also loved to do landscapes and even do portraits. It was like a little side hobby.

"That's pretty." Wanda sneered as she leaned over Y/N's shoulder who just stopped her movements. Putting her things away before moving as far from Wanda as possible.

"Why are you following me?" She asked her ex friend who just shrugged.

"It's fun." Wanda smirked as she stepped closer until Y/N was backed up against the wall. "Besides, I haven't stopped thinking about you since prom night. Even as Jarvis was fucking me in the back of his car, I thought of you. Fucking me with your fingers." She held Y/N's hand and moved it to her lips, sucking on her fingers. "Then I would ride that strap I know you have hidden, while you are sucking and biting my nipples."

"Fuck you." Y/N spat as Wanda chuckled, watching as Y/N pushed passed her and headed to her building. Although a part of Wanda felt guilty, but she was too hopped on the adrenaline coursing through her veins to care.

That was the start of Wanda's claws slowly sinking in, even at the parties they were invited to, Wanda would watch Y/N's every move. Watching as she talked to other girls, but the one that urked her was Jean Grey. She was Wanda's rival in theatre and she hated her guts.

The feeling in her stomach grew more and more intense as she watched Jean laugh at something Y/N had said, touching her bicep as Wanda's gaze torn through them. What really got her was when she found the two kissing, well eating each other's face with Jean pressed up against the wall in the hall, so Wanda decided to walk passed and pretend to be drunk and bump into the two.

"What the fuck Wanda?!" Y/N yelled as she tried to wipe the alcohol from her jacket.

"Sorry." Wanda spoke with false sincerity. "I was just heading to the bathroom." With that she walked away as she heard Jean say she was going to find Scott. Soon enough Y/N pushed her into the nearest bathroom and Wanda up against the door.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N asked her, anger was evident in her eyes and body language.

"No one else should get to kiss you." Wanda spat at her.

"I am not yours Wanda!" Y/N yelled as she wrapped her hand around Wanda's neck, squeezing lightly which caused her to whimper. Clenching her thighs at the simple action. "I was happy when we graduated because I thought I wouldn't need to see you again but you seem to have this obsession over me and I am fucking sick of it!"

"Please." Wanda whispered as she opened her eyes, gazing at Y/N through her eyelashes, her pupils blown with lust and desire. Her core aching with need, a need to be fucked mercilessly by Y/N. "I need it." She gripped Y/N's other hand and led it to between her thighs, sighing as she felt Y/N rub her clothed core. The arousal dripping as she thought of Y/N's fingers ruining her.

"You're pathetic." Y/N growled as she moved her underwear to the side, her lips ghosting Wanda's who moaned as Y/N licked her lips. Her fingers running through Wanda's soaked folds before finding her clit, rubbing circles which soon made Wanda's knees weak.

"I am." Wanda nodded as Y/N pushed two fingers inside of her gaping hole. Thrusting painfully slow as Y/N sighed against her lips. Her own core aching as she touched Wanda. Y/N had had a crush on her when they were friends, even after starting High School, she hated herself because she was still obsessed with the one person who broke her heart without even knowing it.

"Do you know how I have dreamt of this?" Y/N snarled as she went harder, adding another finger as Wanda whimpered as Y/N curled her fingers, finding her g spot with ease. "Four years. Although freshman and sophmore it was just an innocent crush but then you started to date Jarvis." Wanda moaned as Y/N kept her movements steady. "Then I wanted to ruin you. I wanted so bad to fuck you in the back of my car, on your bed and even on the field we used to go when we were younger, just to fuck you under the stars."

"Fuck." Wanda panted. "I need more."

"Tsk." Y/N shook their head no. "I am the one in control." Y/N removed her hands from Wanda before she could even cum. "And you will not cum. Not until I see fit." Y/N gripped Wanda's jaw as she gazed into her eyes. "You will not be the first girl that cums on these finger this year." Y/N ghosted her lips before speaking once more. "You left me when I needed you the most. You made my life hell so now you can suffer." She pulled away to wash her hands as Wanda stood there staring. "You won't be able to cum again, not when you know how my fingers feel, filling up your pussy." Y/N gave her a rough kiss as she pushed her against the wall beside the door, Wanda clenched around nothing at the force of Y/N. Her chest rising rapidly as she looked at herself in the mirror. This obsession can be the best thing or it can completely ruin the two of them, but she knows one things. She will be the first one to cum on Y/N's fingers, face and strap. She will be the first and the last if she has anything to do about it.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[missdawnandherdusk]

All Good Things to Those Who Wait

Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

There goes the last great American dynasty

Who knows if she never showed up, what could have been

There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen

She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 5   Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8

Chapter 9   Chapter 10   Chapter 11  Chapter 12

The Chapter That Never Happened  Chapter 13

Chapter 14  Chapter 15

Summary: tying up some loose ends :)

A/n: *emerges from the void*

Everything has an ending. The best stories, and the worst ones. Looking back at my story, there was no better ending I could have asked the stars for. I lost people I loved but I also stood for what I believed in and led an army to victory. No one would forget what had happened in those days. The days of the Great War. 

But what is life without tying up a few loose ends. You’ve come with me this far on this journey, and now as I look back, perhaps there are some things that you’d like to know. Some conversations you’d like to hear. Some people you’d like to meet or see again. So, here are those loose ends, tied together.

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I stepped onto the porch of my childhood home. It was in the efforts to try and find my mother, and try to find some peace and meaning after the past years. Draco came with me, at my side. 

“She’s not here,” I sighed, knowing before we even stepped foot in the house that my mother wasn’t waiting for me. “And somehow that hurt’s more,” 

“She’ll come in her own time love,” Draco soothed. Maybe he was right, or maybe I’d always be searching for her in the stars like I looked for my father. 

Draco and I sat on the porch that night, watching the sun set and the fireflies come to life in the meadow that blanketed around us. 

“You cast a patronus,” Draco said as I laid my head on his shoulder, watching the wildflowers dance in the wind. 

“I know,” A smile touched my lips. 

“It was a dragon,”

“Yeah,” I took his hand into mine, thinking back to the first night Draco cast his own patronus with my father’s wand. How things had changed since then. “My mother always told me that one day I’d find my patronus and it would watch over me like my father,” 

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 

“I don’t think you need anyones protection,” The humor in his voice gave way to the smile that I couldn’t see. 

“It’s still nice to have someone beside me—to fight alongside me,” 

He was quiet a moment before airing his doubts. “Do you think that maybe…” I knew where he was going with the thought, because it had been chipping at the back of my mind. 

“Because they’re so different we’re not meant to be together?” I mused, finishing his worried thought. 

“Yeah,” He sighed.

“No,” I sat up, facing him. “I think they’re just right for us. I’ve thought about it—more than I should. But in reality… if we think about it, your lion,” 

“Aslan,” Draco’s fingers brushed over my locket. A smile crept to my lips and I nodded. 

“And the first task,” 

“The what?” I had caught him off guard, a beautiful sight to behold. 

“Our fourth year, that first task of the tournament.” Realization struck him. 

“Our patronus’ show the start of us—when we really first started to trust each other.” I took his hand back into mine. “They’re not so different after all,” 

He laughed without fear and kissed me softly, before pulling me closer. “The start of us,” Draco mused, and maybe he could see them like I could: a younger me standing there, skeptically looking at a younger Draco. Before the war, before the long nights, secret kiss, tears, laughter, love and loss. Two kids who took a chance. 

When the sun cleared the horizon and its final rays fading, Draco and I headed inside—to the empty house that still promised to protect me. 

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There was a knock on the door. In the week that we had been here, no one had disturbed out haven. No one knew we were here.

Draco looked up from his book. I dislodged myself from the couch and his arms, and went to answer the door, on guard. I stared at the one standing before me, not knowing how to quite process it. 

“Hi, mum,” I whispered. 

“Hello,” 

Time stilled around us. Everything came rushing to the surface only to be stopped by my unparted lips. One thought escaped. 

“I did it,” my voice was barely audible. 

“I’m so proud of you,” 

Tears stung my eyes. After all was said and done relief flooded through me more than anger did. Perhaps it was the peace that blanketed the Wizarding world that calmed my hurt. 

“Mum,” My voice broke into tears. Amity wrapped around us as—after years—I got a hug from my mother. 

“I’m so sorry, honey,” She whispered, stroking my hair. “I’m so sorry,” 

I nodded into her shoulder, letting all of my bottled-up tears come out. All of the stresses from war and the nightmares that plagued me at night—my mother was still there to hold me tight. It didn’t matter that I was still hurting from wounds she inflicted, to know she was there, willing to hold me tight, and call me hers was enough. 

“Y/n, are you—” Draco came out and paused. I pulled away from my mother and looked at him. He gave me a soft smile and nodded, heading back into the house. 

“Is he upset with me?” My mother asked. I laughed hopelessly. 

“I don’t know,” I said, wiping away my tears. 

“Are you?” She asked. 

“I don’t know,” My voice softened. “There’s so much right now… so much to sort through…” 

“There is.” She didn’t deny it, and maybe it was comforting that someone outside of my peers acknowledged that I had been through a lot, and in turn that had caused a lot of heavy burdens on my heart and soul. 

My gaze drifted back to hers. 

“Do you wanna come in?” I asked. 

She shook her head. “That’s not what you want, nor need,” Reaching our she placed per hand on my arm, soothing me before I could argue. “I’ll be around if you need me, but until then, the house is for you—it always has been. Build a life,” She smiled and looked through the window—probably at where Draco was inevitably spying on us. “You’ve found a good one,” 

A smile touched my lips. 

“Thanks mum,” 

My mother inhaled sharply and nodded. “I’ll be off then,” Turning to go down the porch stairs, she paused. “He would be so proud of you,” 

Tears burned my eyes again, as I wrapped my arms around her, needing her to hold me just once more before I could let her go. Because in her arms was also the love of my father that was taken from me too soon by this war. A war that I saw an end to. And maybe in that moment, the war within me ended too. I wasn’t the daughter of a Death Eater and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I was the daughter of Walt and Elizabeth. And that was enough

“Goodbye my love,” My mother said softly. “I’ll always be around.” 

“Bye mum,” I smiled as she wiped away my tears. “I love you,” 

“I love you too sweetheart,” 

I waved goodbye, and with a spell, she was gone. I turned to go inside. The door clicked softly behind me. 

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“Professor McGonagall?” My brows pulled together. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?” 

“This is a summons for you,” She held out a parchment, the usual stern look on her face was replaced with pity. 

I took the parchment and opened it, scanning the delicate print. My heart sank. 

“This is… this—“ I gaped. 

“I’m afraid so,” McGonagall sighed. “There was nothing I could do,” 

“Draco?” I called into the house. He was beside me in a moment. I handed him the parchment. “This is serious?” She nodded again. 

“I’m sorry my dear,” 

“A court summons? They’re putting her in trial!?” Draco demanded. 

“Kingsley is very set on it. And he is the new Minister,” 

“I saved the school! I helped defeat the Dark Lord! I—really!?” Tears pricked my eyes. 

“There’s got to be some mistake,” Draco insisted. “She’s not a Death Eater, she doesn’t even have the mark!” 

“I’m sure that the ministry will see that, but I’m afraid that I cannot do anything about the summons,” 

I scrubbed my face and sighed. “Thank you Professor. Can I invite you in for some tea?” 

“That’s very kind dear, but I’m afraid I must be on my way,” She bowed slightly then disaperated from the porch. 

I stood there a while, lost in my thoughts. Draco gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the crown of my head before disappearing inside. My feet took me off the wood of the porch and into the softness of the grass. I sank to the ground beside a fence post. The sun began to set. My eyes watched the horizon. Millions of thoughts swirled around my mind with no discernible direction. 

Was there even a case for me to be innocent? Is this what everything I had worked for come to? To be seen as a criminal for holding a crumbling cause together? 

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“Where is she?” Abby asked, helping Pansy through the fireplace. 

“Out front, watching the sunset,” Draco sighed, opening the front door. “She’s been out there a while,” 

“Can’t imagine why,” Pansy muttered. “They’re seriously putting her on trial?” 

“Yep,” Draco sighed. “All this time I thought I’d be the one, and yet…” 

“I’ll go talk to her,” Abby kissed Pansy’s cheek. “You guys get to work,” 

“Thank you, both,” Relief flooded Draco’s voice. 

Abby snagged an old afghan off the back of the armchair and went out through the small meadow. She draped the blanket around your shoulders and sat beside you in the grass. You laid your head on her shoulder. She could see the dried tear tracks on your cheeks. 

“How—how could they do this?” Your weak voice held deep betrayal. 

“I don’t know,” Abby answered honestly, taking your hand into hers. “But we’re not going to let them get away with it.” 

“I don’t—I can’t defend myself in court—I,” You dissolved into tears. “Haven’t I done enough?” 

“More than enough,” Abby affirmed. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna work it out—you’ll see,” 

“How?” You asked. 

“Well, you’ve gathered quite a few allies who owe you once or twice,” Abby pointed out. “And others who just love you anyway. Draco and Pansy are working on it now,” 

“Wha—what?” 

“We’re gonna build your case,” Abby promised. “And get you acquitted.”  

“They’re…” A sad laugh left your lips. You laid back on the grass. Abby knew you were searching for the first stars in twilight. 

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Abby smiled at you. “Just rest,” 

The days past and my trial date approached like a storm on the horizon—but whether it was just rain or a hurricane, I couldn’t tell. Draco assured me that it would all be okay—he tried to tell me about everything done to build my case, but I wasn’t interested. Grateful, thoroughly, but I knew that if I learned anything about it, I would pick it up myself and try to fix it and my weary heart couldn’t handle that and keep beating like it was supposed to. 

So, I dressed smartly and took Draco’s hand before we took the Floo to the Ministry. I kept my head low, and tears at bay. 

Though Draco, Abby and Pansy accompanied me into the court room, I had to sit alone for the trial. The distance was drowning. I sat in the hard wooden chair, facing malice and prejudices. Kingsley looked almost predatory, as if he could pin the entire war on my shoulders, casting the blame on me. 

I flinched as the charges were read against me. The list of dead was longer than I thought. I didn’t dwell on the days of the Battle of Hogwarts, nor the events that occurred. They haunted me in my dreams, make no mistake, but what was real and what was a nightmare I lost the ability to discern. 

Was that much blood really on my hands? 

My faith in myself began to waver. Maybe I did deserve to be locked up. A few years in Azkaban with dementors sucking my life force might make me forget what I had done. 

Surprise flickered on my face as I saw Remus Lupin stand to my defense as an attorney. It was the first time that I had actually taken note of who was in the room. There had to be at least thirty people all gathered behind Draco and Pansy that I could see—more filed out the door in the back. All faces of those I loved, I had fought beside, I had grown up with. 

The static in my ears tuned in and out of Lupin and Kingsley conversing. It wasn’t until their voices raised to shouting that the static was drowned out. My eyes flickered up from he thread in my hands. 

“She cast unforgivables! She killed! She’s dangerous!”

“Death Eaters who were threatening our lives! The lives of wizard kind everywhere! She stopped a genocide!” Remus shouted back, obviously frustrated. “She showed remarkable strength and courage in a time of great darkness, and you will not diminish that.” 

“They are unforgivables! We have laws for a reason!”

“If I may,” McGonagall stood and the entire room quieted. “That list of names that you read was a long list of Death Eaters who have either escaped from Azkaban, or are known Death Eaters and have killed before. Miss Y/n had very hard decisions to make. The ministry found itself incompetent for lack of a better word. She, along with her friends, engineered an army to face the Dark Lord. Over the years what she went through has turned her into who she is today. She fought along side the other heroes who stand before you. She will be counted among them. You would not punish an Auror for the same thing and you will not punish her.”

“But—” Kingsley was red in the face. 

“If you put her in jail, you put the rest of the rebellion too,” The voice that piped up from the crowd surprised me. It was Harry. He stood and all eyes went to him. “Without her, I never would have been able to defeat Voldemort. Dozens more would be dead. You send her to Azkaban… then you’ll send me too,” A hushed gasp filled the room. A small one escaped my own lips.

“Mr. Potter,” Kingsley tried to regain control of the room. 

“And me,” Abby spoke up. 

“And me,” Neville stood. 

Soon everyone around me was standing on my behalf. Pansy, Luna, Ginny, all of the Weasleys actually, Ernie, Hannah, Emme, Blaise, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fleur, Tonks, Remus, McGonagall, Moody, Sprout, Flitwick, and others I couldn’t see in the vast room. Kingsley faltered at the large defense behind me. 

“You send her then you send each one of us,” Harry spoke clearly. “I’m your stupid chosen one, even if she did something wrong, don’t I have clearance to pardon her or something?” 

A smile crossed my face. Intense silence stretched on consuming time and space until it was suffocating me. 

“Very well,” Kingsley sank back into his chair. “Y/n you have been cleared of all charges and sentencing. You are free to go,” 

Relief flooded through me as the room erupted in cheers. I met Draco’s eyes and he was smiling with pride. I collapsed back into that wooden chair in tears. There was a swarm of people around me, all making sure that I was alright, but they all parted for Draco to reach me. 

“Love?” He asked softly, kneeling before me. “I’m here,” He pulled me into his arms and we shared the embrace of lovers. As I exhaled, the weight of the world fell to the floor. 

I was free. 

I was acquitted. 

Now, I just had to find my innocence. 

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“Draco?” It was a crisp autumn morning. He looked up from the newspaper. “I’ve been thinking,” 

He smiled and set down the paper, giving me his full attention. I almost wished he didn’t. 

“I… I know it’s been a long road here… and since we’ve met it’s kinda been hell.” A sad laugh left my lips. “There’s a whole world out there Draco,” My eyes flickered to the willow growing outside the kitchen window. 

“Yeah?” He prompted softly. 

“Don’t you want to go see it? Be young and reckless and not have to feel like—like you’re running an entire school?” I gestured. 

“I do,” He confessed softly. “We are still young Y/n, we have a long life ahead of us,” 

“…You still want it with me?” I felt as if the oxygen was being vacuumed from my lungs. “We were just kids when we met Draco. We went through a war together—and now it’s over. The war. You don’t have to stay here,” This house was just as haunted as I was.

“What—where is this coming from?” Draco stood, rounding the small breakfast table. “I want to be with you. I want to share my life with you,” He took my hands into his. “So, let’s go travel the world together—learn who we are outside of the war.” 

Hope sparked in my chest. “Really?” 

He laughed softly. “Oh my darling, you are one of my best friends, I’ll go anywhere with you,” His words lured me to melt into his warm embrace. We sat on the kitchen floor. He stroked my hair softly. 

“Just for a while,” I mumbled. “There’s so much we haven’t seen,” 

“I know,” The smile was evident in his voice. “And it’s going to be incredible—and we’re going to learn how to heal along the way,” I nodded into his shoulder. 

“I was thinking about maybe even living muggle for a little bit,” The confession was a weight from my shoulders. “I need space.” 

“Okay,” His soft agreeable caught me off guard. “I think it would be good for both of us actually. And maybe even fun,” 

I laughed softly as tears formed in my eyes. Leaning against him I watched the morning sun move across the wooden floor. 

“I love you,” I whispered softly. “And if you… if I’m not…”

“Hush,” it was a soft reprimand. “I think you’re right. We need time away from it all. To find who we are away from it all,” 

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. 

“We’ll come back,” I promised. 

“I know we will,” Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Knowing you, you’ll want to come back and help build a better system,” 

My cheeks flushed red. I hadn’t told anyone about my ideas to make Hogwarts better—to make the Ministry better, hell to even make Azkaban better. It was time for things to change. I smiled to myself. Maybe I was more rebellious than I thought. 

And yet, Draco knew—he knew all the little plans in my head that were hidden just for me. Being known felt like belonging—and I belonged with him. 

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Traveling with Draco would always be saved in my memories until I died, and when it started to slip, it would be saved into a pensieve. I wouldn’t forget. 

We bought a muggle car and drove it until it felt right to stop. It wasn’t the famous places where we found ourselves, rather it was the forgotten places where we felt most at home. Where I could stand on a cliff edge and just scream and laugh and no one was around to hear me. Where Draco and I would sit at the edge of a river and send down leaves that held our biggest regrets, our losses, and our fears, learning to let go. Where we would sit in cafes and draw what we saw around us and enjoy pastries and tea. Where we could dance in the middle of a crowded room with other couples who didn’t know us from Adam. 

But that is a story for another time. 

For now, I’m sure you have a burning question that you’ve been waiting for me to answer. 

And yes. 

Draco did take me to go and see Phantom of the Opera in Paris like he promised. 

Oh, and we got married.

But, again, that is a story for another time. 

There is one last person I want you to meet before I close. 

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My heart caught in my throat. 

“Draco?” I squeaked out, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Draco!” 

“What? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He was frantic, looking for danger. 

“I’m… pregnant,” I whispered, looking at him in wonder. “Draco… I’m—“

“Holy harpies,” 

Realization flickered across his face as it rose into an elated expression of joy. A victorious laugh as he scooped me up and twirled me around our lavish bathroom, in our muggle flat in the suburbs of London. His joy was contagious as I giggled in his arms, holding onto him. He set me down, stroking my face softly. Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

Draco must have seen some fear linger in my stare. Some uncertainty that was well justified. 

“The war is over,” Draco reassured drawing me back into his arms. “They’ll be safe. We’ll make sure of it,” 

I nodded, curling my fingers into his sweater, my smile returning. 

“I’m gonna be a mum,” I laughed. 

“And you’re going to be absolutely brilliant.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Absolutely brilliant.” 

“And you’re gonna be a great dad,” Tears pricked my eyes. “God, I don’t know the first thing about being a parent,” A nervous giggle left my lips. 

“We’ll learn and figure it out,” He stroked my cheek softly, stealing another kiss. 

A thousand parenting books, a baby shower, and a few doctors appointments later, Draco and I were curled up on the couch in our flat as the fire crackled in the hearth. 

We had yet to settle on a name—to be fair we narrowed it down a lot, but with every new suggestion came a new round of anxiety that it wouldn’t be just right. It left me up at all hours thinking of it; so much so that Draco had to find a pregnancy safe sleeping potion so I could get proper rest. 

“Elizabeth?” Draco mused, after my mother. I pursed my lips. It had been a suggestion that circled around. 

“I’d like it as a middle name,” I decided, the thought had been mulling over in my mind. 

“Okay done,” He smiled, reaching over to stroke my stomach before resuming his massage of my sore feet. 

“Still need a first name.” I pondered, leaning my head against the back of the couch. “Narcissa?”

Draco snorted. “I’m not calling our daughter by my mothers name,” 

My heart fluttered when he said our daughter. 

“Well we need something,” 

“How about Lucy?” That was a new suggestion: one not voiced by either of us. 

“If that’s some way to get me to name her after your father I swear to Merlin—“

Draco burst out laughing shaking his head. 

“Godric, no. Ugh,” he chuckled. “No, love, Lucy as in the first one to find Narnia. Ya know, that book you read to me all those years ago. The current theme of our nursery?” 

“Oh,” my eyes widened at the thought, my heart softening. “Lucy,” I looked down, caressing my stomach when I felt something odd. Frowning I pressed my palm over the area. Draco caught my confusion and grew very concerned. 

“What? Is she alright? What wrong?” 

“Nothing,” I grinned. “She’s kicking—I think she likes her name,” I reached out for his hand and placed it in the same spot where mine resided as I felt her kick again. 

“Hello little Lucy,” Draco whispered softly. “I can’t wait to meet you,” 

Tears pricked my eyes as I watched him talk to her softly. And like every night, Draco got up and made me my tea that had Sleeping Draught in it—which he brewed specifically for me. It reminded me of our school days when he would spend class time brewing me anti-anxiety potions. It warmed my heart that his habit didn’t wane even with the years past.

That night my eyes fluttered open. I woke in the night, barely awake and ready to fall asleep again when I heard a soft voice. At first I thought Draco was trying to speak to me but I quickly realized that he was talking to someone else. 

“You’re going to be one of the greatest wizards to ever walk the earth,” he murmured softly. “You’ll be kind and smart like your mother. You’re going to love her so much. We already love you so much.” 

I let my eyes drift closed as a smile touched my lips. I resisted the urge to reach out and take Draco’s hand, in fear that he might become bashful about the situation. 

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A small bundle of warmth rested on my chest, peacefully sleeping. My hand rose and cradled the small thing, tears pricking my eyes. My other hand was still clinging to Draco’s. 

 Lucy Elizabeth Malfoy. 

There were tears in Draco’s eyes as he reached out and with the softest touch caressed her tiny head. 

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “You did so well,” 

Exhausted, I let my eyes close, knowing that all was right with the world. Lucy would grow up in a world free from the threat of Voldemort and Draco would be by my side to protect her. We had already bled and fought and now we would make this new world we fought for, right for her. 

A new legacy. 

A new hope. 

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Laws Of Attraction (Part 6) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mature themes

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: That’s right, I broke the ending into another part which means another chapter is on the way. If you’ve been keeping up, I appreciate you sticking with me through my draughts and generally inconsistent posting schedule. Thank you again for every like, comment, and reblog. Please let me know what you think and enjoy ❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

The week passed more quickly than you anticipated. You pulled an all-nighter to draft the language you promised. It helped that you couldn’t sleep anyways. You tried to make up for it on the twenty-hour flight from Brazil to Abu Dhabi but again, rest evaded you. It didn’t help that between the travel and the time difference you basically lost a day and a half. You threw yourself deeper into your work as a distraction. You were thankful that there were lots of back and forths of redlines, as expected.

But no matter how busy you kept yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about that damn kiss that had now been tattooed in your mind. You wished it wasn’t good. You wished he had chapped lips and tasted like onions. But it had enveloped you. The way he grabbed you and the feeling of his stubble on your face set off butterflies in your stomach and other places down south. You were pretty sure you saw through space and time and you suddenly had the ability to hear colors.

And even though the kiss was so good, it was made bittersweet by everything that was discussed afterwards. You didn’t miss the warmth leaving his eyes and his obvious disappointment. On one hand, you handled the situation the best way you knew how. You had been very clear in Mexico on the limits of your relationship, that should not have been a surprise to him. Your job was to be professional and you reestablished those boundaries. On the other, you had somehow removed every laugh line from his face. You missed the crinkles around his eyes and the reverberating bravado of his laugh. If there was another way you could have gone about the conversation, it was lost on you. Leaning into the kiss and those feelings surrounding it was legally impossible. He would simply have to pick up his bruised ego and move on, which you were sure wouldn’t be difficult. The thought helped you somewhat – he was still a handsome, charismatic celebrity who could get any girl he wanted. You were one piece of parsley in an endless buffet. Poor little rich boy couldn’t have the one dish he wanted right now, but as soon as the season was over and you went your separate ways, you would be a distant memory he would laugh at in retrospect. Amongst the models, actresses, singers, and influencers he could pick from, he had trauma bonded with his very average and nerdy lawyer during a particularly vulnerable point in his life.

As your thoughts meandered during the course of the long flight, you were appreciative that you would not be on your own this weekend. The partner apparently decided to show up in Abu Dhabi, finally making Daniel a priority knowing that the matter would be closing. You had gotten somewhat frustrated with Joe, that he kept cancelling on meetings last minute leaving you to deal with everything. There were several silver linings, however. First, you hoped it meant he trusted you with the significant responsibility, which again would likely lead to a positive performance review and a hefty bonus. It may even come in handy a few years from now when you would become eligible to make partner yourself. Second, in picking up that responsibility, you had grown a lot professionally in the last few months. Belgium felt like a lifetime ago, in more ways than one. In the last few restless days your mind kept reflecting back to that first race weekend when you were full of nerves, but lately you didn’t quite feel like the same young associate with a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. Third, for better or worse, you grew to know you client in a way you would not have been able to but for the partner’s absence and that transfer of duty. Because you knew him so well now, you were better able to represent him. This was, of course, a double-edged sword. You’d unintentionally gotten to know the driver far better than you intended. Over the course of months, he poked little holes in your armor leaving you open and vulnerable and inching you closer towards that delicate line you dared not cross. The two of you had danced around it for weeks. If you hadn’t crossed it before, kissing certainly pushed the two of you over the edge together. You wondered what he thought about all this, considering he had far less to lose from the predicament. It would probably be awkward the next time you saw each other, but hopefully still respectful and professional if nothing else.

-

Meanwhile, Daniel along with the rest of the grid arrived in Abu Dhabi a day early to have a retirement dinner party for Seb. Seb had been unexpected source of support during this uncertain time in his career. Not all of the drivers had reached out to him when news about his early termination with McLaren broke. Of those that did reach out, some were simply surface level exchanges lacking compassion and depth. Seb, however, had helped him navigate a slew of existential crisis. The least Daniel could do was return that support to his friend. He sat next to Lando and Pierre, the drivers chatting amongst themselves during the meal. Of course there was a general curiosity about his plans for next year, but he playfully remained tight-lipped. The conversation was light, reminiscing and debriefing on some of the post-race debauchery over the course of the season. It was all fun and games until Pierre brought up Halloween in Mexico and his failed attempts at bringing home an instragram influencer and a model that night.

“I think I might be losing my touch. But that was a fun night though, yeah?”

“It was, I’m surprised you remember most of it,” Daniel teased.

“Honestly, me too. That girl dressed as you, she was a good time.” Daniel did his best to remain casual, though his heart skipped at beat at your mention.

“Yeah, y/n is fun when she’s not working.”

“I’ve seen her around the paddock a few times. She’s your lawyer, right?” He took a long drink, not liking the direction the conversation was headed.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe when the season is over I can grab her number.” It was more of a statement than a question. Daniel feigned ignorance at the request and laughed.

“I mean I can give it to you, but she probably wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“How so?” Pierre looked at Daniel, both men visibly confused.

“I mean I’m no lawyer myself, but wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest for her?”

“Oh no dude, I don’t want her services – or, uh legal services I should say,” he said cheekily. Daniel’s ears immediately turned red, his jaw clenched, and hand balled into a fist. He did his best to control his facial muscles to not let on to the fact that Pierre had unknowingly stepped on an emotional landmine. Lando, who had been talking to Zhou across from him, sensed the shift in the driver sitting next to him. He diverted his attention for a moment to try to break the tension before Daniel could say or do something he would regret.

“Pierre, she’s way too smart for you and you’re not her type,” he said casually, earning a laugh from the others including Pierre.

“What are you talking about, I’m everybody’s type,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I think that might be part of the problem,” Lando responded. “Plus, you’re already in a committed relationship with this one,” jabbing his thumb in the direction of Yuki. That side of the table continued to laugh and joke, Daniel included, but he didn’t miss the chance to lock eyes with his teammate to silently convey his thanks for discreetly deflecting the conversation away from the woman that had taken up so much space in his mind. Had he really almost punched his friend at a fancy restaurant during his mentor’s retirement party? He was in deep. Hook, line, and sinker.  

Daniel had bought himself more time extending the signing with Red Bull, but he had no idea what he was doing. You had made it abundantly clear that nothing could happen until after everything was signed. You also hadn’t explicitly said whether you wanted anything to happen afterwards... All he knew, whether or not anything progressed further between the two of you, he just needed to be near you. He needed more time with you, beyond Monday.

The evening continued with heartfelt sentiments exchanged, and Daniel found himself more and more in his feelings especially as the drinks flowed. He thought he recovered from Pierre’s comments at dinner, but then Seb gave a speech to the rest of grid that brought him to the brink of tears. His mentor’s goodbye made him reflect and contemplate his own journey over the year. Though neither driver would be on the grid next season, Daniel was envious that Seb had the opportunity to leave the sport on his own terms compared to the lack of agency he felt with his tenure with McLaren. Feeling unmoored, you showed up out of nowhere to turn his ship around at the eleventh hour. He wasn’t sure what was next for him, but he knew he couldn’t do it without you by his side. Maybe another drink would take his mind off you.

The night continued, one by one the other drivers called it a night. But Daniel stayed until the wee hours of the morning with some of the younger drivers who had higher tolerances. Lando took note of his teammate’s condition who refused to believe he couldn’t keep up. They hadn’t discussed the elephant in the room, but he could put two and two together even if he didn’t have all the details. You might have been discreet, but Daniel was anything but. He noticed how Daniel perked up just a little on the days you had meetings. He noticed the stupid looks you gave each other, each party oblivious to the other. He noticed all the times you went out with the drivers at Daniel’s invitation, which was surely not in your job description. And right now for whatever reason likely involving you, Daniel was miserable, his melancholia exasperated by alcohol.

“Hey mate, I think it’s time to go back to the hotel,” Lando said as he put an arm around Daniel.

“Nooo, but we’re having fun! For Seb!” Daniel slurred as he held up his drink triumphantly.

“We are having fun, but we have to get up really early. Remember?”

Daniel was too tired to fight back. So he pouted as Lando corralled him into the backseat of the car back to the hotel.

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You rolled into Abu Dhabi at 2am. You were exhausted. You had no shame about rocking under eye patches and a face mask mid-flight to at least hopefully make it look like you’d gotten some type of rest over the last two days. Unfortunately, the dark circles that remained begged to differ.

You were in the middle of checking in when you heard commotion in the lobby behind you. You rolled your eyes at the drunks stumbling in, keeping your head down to avoid any interaction.

“That’s it, almost there mate.” You knew that voice. You slowly turned to find Lando struggling to guide a dazed Daniel towards the elevator. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly. That made you wake up.

“Lando? Daniel?”

Both drivers looked your way. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your grungy airport outfit: messy bun, no makeup, and full Enchante sweatsuit Daniel had gifted you after Japan. You couldn’t decipher the look Lando gave you that was equal parts relieved and concerned, but Daniel’s face lit up immediately showing off those darn dimples.

“Y/n!”

“Hi. What are you guys doing?” you asked hesitantly. It was mostly directed at Lando since he still had his wits about him, but Daniel answered anyways.  

“We had to say goodbye to Seb,” he said solemnly. Lando rolled his eyes seeing the immediate look of concern and confusion on your face.

“Jesus Christ. The guy’s retiring, he didn’t die.”

You gave a polite smile. “I’m sorry, I think I’m missing something.”

“The whole grid had a retirement party for Seb, not a funeral as this one might have you believe. It started with dinner but some guys stayed out and well… he’s just been slightly overserved.” You pursed your lips together to keep from laughing. You could tell Lando’s patience had run thin, but despite his annoyance he had made sure Daniel got back safe which you appreciated.

“Well, thank you for taking care of my client.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” Daniel slurred a few feet away, leaning against a pillar in the opulent lobby – immediately followed by him almost slipping but quickly catching himself. He smiled again, proud and satisfied with his own rescue effort.

“Right…” you drawled. You turned to the concierge who had been patient and stoic as the scene unfolded. You’d been informed that the hotel catered to Westerners, but you were still cautious being in a country that technically followed Sharia law despite the many exceptions for expats and tourists. “My apologies ma’am, is it ok if I help escort my friend to his room for a moment? I can finish checking in afterwards.”

“Of course Miss l/n. I’ll still be here.” Having the green light to accompany the two boys, you and Lando flanked Daniel linking your arms through his to walk him to the elevator.

“I don’t need help,” *hiccup* “I’m a strong, independent woman,” he said, though he did nothing to resist your assistance.

“You are maybe half of those things,” you retorted.

“That’s being generous, I give him zero out of three,” Lando chimed in.

“Oh be nice, you know you can feel those muscles,” you lightly countered as you gave Daniel’s bicep a quick squeeze. You gave him a tired, playful smile and the look he returned you was so full of adoration it felt like your heart was going to burst at the seams. He leaned his head on your shoulder when you stepped in the elevator and you wished you could put the moment on pause to keep him there a while longer.

“You can’t possibly be referring to these chicken wings,” Lando replied. “Do you have your room key?” Lando asked Daniel, breaking your daze. Daniel shuffled for a second, patting his pockets, then nodding in confirmation. “Good, I’m going to bed.” He pressed the floor for himself, then Daniel’s.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lando gave you a knowing smile.

“I already did 90% of the heavy lifting, I’m sure you can handle it from here.” You shot daggers his way, Daniel still between the two of you, blissfully unaware of your quarrel. “See you in seven hours,” he said as he got off the elevator.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed, leaving the two of you alone. Daniel was too drunk to feel awkward about the predicament given how you last left things, a lazy smile still on his face.    

“You called me your friend. To the concierge.”

“I did.”

“I thought I was your client.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He hummed in response. The answer seemed to make him happy. His eyes grazed over you, his smile growing.  

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“An astute observation.”

“They look good on you.” The elevator doors opened as a blush crept to your face. You guided him into the hallway and ignored his comment.

“Ok, what number are you?”

“This way,” he said, ignoring your question and yanking you to the right. You kept your arm around him to steady his swaying. You could smell the alcohol coming off him, making you wonder about the events leading up to this but whatever it was wasn’t a conversation for today. He finally stopped in front of a door and fumbled with his pockets. You waited to make sure he could get into his room, but after a minute or two you got concerned.

“I can go back to the concierge to get another key-”

“No, no, I got it.” You watched as he fished it out from the depths of his front pocket, then struggled with getting it to work on the fob.

“Here, let me help you.” Your own patience running low, you took the key from his hands and opened the door. You had planned on finishing your check-in when you knew he made it inside, but felt bad leaving him in the condition he was in. You reasoned that it was to help him avoid a hangover in the morning so that he would be as camera ready as possible for press day, but it was a loose excuse.

You cautiously entered his room and turned on some lights. Your jaw dropped for a moment – his room was at least triple the size of every other hotel room you had stayed at over the course of the season, every detail pristine. You held the door open for him as you ogled in the foyer. He pinballed off the door frame to make his way inside, leaning against the wall across from you. He openly took you in, admiring how his merch hung from your body more perfectly than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t turn away when you returned his gaze.

“Come on let’s get you tucked in, you have a long day tomorrow – or in six and a half hours.” You grabbed his arm again and brought him towards the bed, and he happily followed you like a puppy. You were relieved he was at least cooperating. You sat him down. “Ok sir, where do you keep your pajamas?” He gave you a wicked grin.

“I don’t wear any,” he said shamelessly. You pursed your lips, you knew you walked into that one.

“Of course you don’t. Well when I leave you can get undressed. Just sit tight for a sec.” You opened up the bottle of water by the coffee maker and poured it into a glass. “Here, drink this.” He guzzled the water, so you poured him another. “Good job. How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” He showed off his pearly whites with a giant smile, closing his eyes as his head flopped back.

Oh my God, you’re so drunk, you said under your breath. “I’m serious, do you feel nauseous at all? Headache?”

“I’m peachy,” he said as he swung his legs back and forth off the bed. He played with his hands in his lap. Seemingly able to entertain himself at least for a minute, you walked into the bathroom to go through his toiletries to find some Advil and maybe some tums for the morning. When you returned, your patient was already taking off his shirt and had started undoing his belt.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down there tiger. Why don’t you take two Advil first?”

“I’ll do anything you tell me,” he said before swallowing the pills you handed him. “I’m going to miss you when you leave.” His sudden shift in tone threw you off. You sat down next to him to show your support and solidarity.

“You know you can always call me. It will be like I never left.”

“As a friend?” he asked hopefully. You smiled and put a reassuring hand on his thigh.

“Yes, definitely as a friend.” There was a pause.

“What about as more than a friend?” *hiccup* “Like, afterwards?” You bit your lip, but smiled.

“I think that’s a conversation for another time.”

“You didn’t say no.” You laughed.

“You’re drunk as a skunk and this is the moment you choose to dissect semantics.” He picked up your hand resting on his thigh, bringing it to his lips to kiss without breaking eye contact.

“Enchante.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, but it sure is charming as heck,” you said between laughs. You pulled your hand back and stood up. “On that note, I think you have everything you need so I’m going to head out. You have two more ibuprofen on your nightstand for the morning and two tums in case you get heartburn or an upset stomach. I set your alarm for 8:00 so you can sleep in a little, but still gives you an hour to get ready before you need to head to the paddock. I think it’s ok if you’re fashionably late.” He pouted. “Oh come on now, no need to frown. You get to take off those pants and go to bed. I’m going to go to bed too.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay?” He gave the best puppy eyes he could. Matched with his bare torso, six pack on full display, and unbuttoned belt and pants, anyone with a weaker constitution would’ve folded immediately. But at this point you were a trained soldier, the end of your internal battle in sight. You did make one concession though.

Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was the jet lag. Maybe it was the possibility he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning. But in a streak of boldness, you brought your hand to the side of his face, feeling the sharpness of his jawline and the texture of his stubble. You bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe next time,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his.

His eyes were flying saucers when you stood. “Good night, Daniel. Get some rest.”

Despite how tired he was, it was hard for him to fall asleep after that.

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[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 8.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, 69’ing, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

The Freddie smut train isn’t stopping 🌹

George returned a little while later, taking a suspiciously long time in the shower which you didn't doubt had been organised by Fred.

"Are you both decent?" He asked as he crept in, smiling at seeing that you were both now clothed and sat on the bed laughing.

"Reckon tea will be ready soon," George says, hopping onto the bed, now clean and redressed. He immediately pulls you into his arms, getting the cuddles you'd promised earlier as you absently draw shapes onto the skin of his arm with your finger as you all chat until Molly calls you for tea.

You all sit and chat as you eat, Fred, Harry and Ron all celebrating their win from earlier in the day. Molly has made a heap of mashed potato, steak and onion pies and veg which you excitedly tuck into, knowing how much you'll miss her cooking when the week comes to an end. It was Hermione's last day at the burrow tomorrow before she went home to her parents and so you were all trying to think of something you could do tomorrow, gathering ideas or group activities but not quite deciding anything.

Fred looks increasingly fidgety throughout dinner, which made you glance at him questioningly a few times. It wasn't entirely uncharacteristic for him to be squirmy and hyper but this seemed different, like he couldn't wait to get away from the table. Once the meal had been had, you and both twins make your way up to their bedroom with Fred immediately fluttering round the room grabbing random things and slinging them into a little shopping bag he'd knicked from Molly.

"You'll probably need a sweater princess, want one of mine?" He asks as he delves into the drawers, not waiting for an answer as he pulls out a green knitted jumper with a big 'F' on the front in gold lettering. You gladly accept and look down at what you're wearing, suddenly wondering if they're suitable.

"Fred, do I need to get changed?" You ask, making him pause briefly as he looks at you up and down.

"No princess, though if you want to wear less I'd have no qualms," he smirks before returning to his digging. You roll your eyes and turn your gaze to George who is lay on the bed reading. You slink into bed beside him and without ever taking his gaze off the page, he opens up his arm for you to cuddle into his side.

"Gonna miss you," you whisper in his ear, quiet enough so Fred wouldn't hear. You see him smile and turn to you as his hand creeps down to reach your bum, giving it a little pat.

"You already know I'll miss you," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Right! Princess if you would like to follow me," Fred says, standing beside the bed and offering his elbow to you like a man in an old fashioned movie. You giggle and stand to grab his elbow, casting one last glance back at George before you slip out of the door and down the stairs, following Fred until he leads you out of the house.

"Where are we going?" You ask, your arms still gripping his arm as he guides you. He looks over at you with a smirk and winks, not disclosing anything.

You follow the familiar path up to the back field, praying that he wasn't going to make you play quidditch.

When you got to the field, he pulled the bag off his wide shoulders and pulled out a large picnic blanket and laid it on the floor as he knelt down, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Okay my princess, we have a blanket, some candles, some beer and."

"Where did you get that?" You interject, laughing as he pulls out two bottles of beer from the bag, no doubt stolen from Arthur's stash. He gives you a wicked smile and leans in to pull you into a kiss, both of you giggling as your lips meet. He then lights the candles around you and reaches into the bag to pull out a little box.

"Okay we have Weasley's whizzbangs, whizzfire bangs, whammy rockets and miraculous mystic mayhem makers," Fred smiles as he pulls out a selection of fireworks from the bag, all tried and tested Weasley products they'd been developing.

"Putting on a show for me handsome?" You flirt, looking at the selection of explosives in front of you.

"Sweetheart, I'm constantly putting on a show for you, have been since second year," he admits with a little chuckle, making you laugh.

You actually end up sitting and talking for the majority of the night, reminiscing about previous pranks you'd all pulled and memories together over the years as you sip on stolen beer. You were both lay on the blanket, your head on his chest as you looked up towards the stars, feeling at peace.

"You're so beautiful," Fred says suddenly, making you turn to face him. Instead of a teasing smirk that you'd expected, he actually looks a little bashful with a smile tugging at his lips. You blush at the sudden intimacy and lean up to kiss him. The kiss starts off slowly and playfully but in no time you are beginning to rut against each other, hands wandering and little breathless gasps falling between your lips in between the passionate kisses.

Something changes in you immediately like a switch had been flicked and you needed to feel him on you, in you, however you could get him, surrendering to the intense desire that Fred always seemed to pull from you.

You began tugging at his sweater, needing to get it off his body to feel him. As he sat up slightly, you immediately began attacking his brown, woven belt to get to what you really wanted.

"What's your rush princess? You need me?" He asks, his hand coming up to grab the side of your face, long fingers tangling into your hair as he feverishly kisses you. You nod and a little whimper falls from your throat without realising as you carry on trying to undress him, the lust you felt becoming a burning need.

Fred pulled off his sweater and T-shirt, leaving him in just his trousers which were quickly pulled down as soon as you'd worked his belt.

"A little unfair don't you think sweetheart?" He smirks, pulling your body to his, your hips meeting as you feel the growing bulge in his underwear against your thigh. He immediately pulls off the sweater and top you're wearing, gasping and growling as he realises that you aren't wearing a bra, your naked breasts spilling out. He immediately latches onto your nipple with his mouth, feasting on the feverish skin as his other hand grabs hold of your neglected breast and toys with the nipple. Your hips chase his at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation as he sucks and nips at your pebbled nipples.

"Fred," you groan, throwing your head back as he sucks little lovebites into the side of your breast, never neglecting the nipple as his tongue switches back and forth, devouring your aching breasts.

"That's it princess, tell me who makes you feel this good," Fred smirks, pushing your breasts together to pay attention to them both. "Such perfect tits," he mumbles as he dives right back in.

Your hands begin to wander on his body, running down his smooth abdomen until you reach the little fuzz of his happy trail and the waistband of his boxers. You slip your hand into his underwear and immediately reach for his big, swollen length earning a loud growl from Fred as you wrap your hand around him. He breaks apart from your breast just for a second to pull down his underwear, exposing his perfect cock and balls to you, allowing you to toy with him without restriction.

You slowly begin to move your hand on his cock, tugging and gliding gently just how he likes, causing a broken moan of your name to fall from his lips. He bends his neck to reach down and kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as it wrestles with your own, the sensual glide making you squeeze your legs together to relieve some tension. Fred misses nothing and immediately moves his hands to your jeans to tug them off. You reluctantly let go of his length to let him pull off your jeans and panties in one go. He then pulls off his boxers the rest of the way and slings them away, leaving you both completely naked and exposed.

A single moment passes as you look at each other, your eyes wandering all over his perfect body, really trying to commit it to memory as you look at him with sheer adoration.

He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, smirking against them as his hand begins to trail up your thigh with teasingly delicate touches which only fuel the fire within you further.

His hand meets your wet folds as his fingers slip beneath them, earning a groan from him as he discovers just how wet you are.

"Is all of this for me princess?" He smirks.

You nod, desperately trying to buck your hips so he'll touch you more, chest heaving already at the sensation.

"Have you been thinking about this sweetheart? About how my big cock is going to stretch you out? Filling you up just right."

"Fuck, Fred yes!" You moan as his long, talented fingers slip inside you, curling up to hit that special spot that makes you keen.

"There it is princess, fuck you're so hot, can't wait to get my cock in you," he says as he leans back down, attacking your breasts once again as he works his fingers in and out of you. You immediately reach for his cock and begin pumping him, making deliciously lewd noises fall from his mouth.

"Come here sweetheart," he suddenly says pulling away, gesturing for you to sit up. He moves you and positions you into a similar fashion to what you'd done that afternoon but instead of being on top of him, you are laid on the blanket in opposite directions whilst facing each other.

His cock is right in front of your face, flushed pink and leaking precum already, just begging to be sucked. Fred parts your legs with his big hands and moves to rest his head on your thigh, wrapping the other one over his shoulder as he kisses your pussy lips, teasing you. You buck your hips, trying to get more than just butterfly kisses and he immediately reaches up to spank your ass, causing you to let out a gasping moan.

His hand comes up to spread your little lips and he begins giving little kisses to your sensitive clit, swirling his tongue teasingly around the exposed nub as you gasp.

You can't hold back any longer and grab hold of his cock at the base, squeezing gently before wrapping your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue devilishly around the fat head, licking up all the little beads of precum. Fred immediately moans out your name and begins feasting on your cunt perfectly, both of you trying your hardest to please the other. Your paces are slow and unhurried, trying to tease and please the other to give the most pleasure you can.

You can feel your orgasm building as your hips undulate over his face. He moans, sensing your impending release and strokes your thighs as he begins wildly sucking on your clit, tugging gently and licking over the spot repeatedly as his pace increases, keeping perfect rhythm until you cum.

You have to pull off his cock as a loud moan erupts from you, your body completely at the mercy of his as your climax takes over, the white hot flames burning you from the inside out as you shout if his name.

"Fucking hell princess," he gasps, stroking your thighs as you come down from your high, a blissful smile plastered on your face. "So hot when you cum."

Fred leans up and moves to lie beside you again, smiling and kissing you as he sees your little blissful, fucked out smile and heavy eyelids.

"Want you Freddie, please," you moan, reaching for his cock again.

"One time not enough sweetheart? Or do you need my big cock?"

"Need it Freddie, please," you beg, completely overwhelmed by the emptiness you felt, needing to be filled by him.

"I've got you sweetheart," he cooes, pulling you closer to him so that your bodies are directly facing each other. He kissed you passionately, hands wandering as they slip down to your ass again. He squeezes and massages the skin of your ass before reaching down to grab your leg and hitch it over his hip. You gasp at the sudden feel of his heavy length pressed against your pussy, just begging for entry.

You reach down and hold his cock steady at the base before rolling your hips just right so that he sinks into your wet heat, both of you gasping and moaning in sync as the bliss of him stretching you out.

"Oh princess, so tight for me," he gasps, thrusting deeper inside of you until every inch of him was buried inside, making you breathless. "Oh you feel perfect princess, so fucking good."

He begins to thrust in and out and you have to hold back your loud moans which you're sure could be heard all the way back at Hogwarts.

You begin to roll your hips in time with his thrusts and you both immediately cry out at the sensation as you fuck yourself on his cock. His hands come up to grab at your ass, guiding your movements, helping you to roll your ass back and forth as he fucks you deep.

"Fuck Freddie, so good, you're so deep," you moan out as the angle of his cock presses hard against your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

"Princess, y/n," he moans, "not gonna last, you feel so fucking good."

"Cum Freddie, please, want you to cum inside me!"

He begins brutally thrusting into you, abandoning your hip movements as his hands dig deliciously into the skin as he grips you hard. His groans and moans mix with yours as he sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with abandon as he nears his end. He suddenly grips you bruisingly hard and slams your hips down onto him one last time, holding your body tight to him as he buries himself as deep as he can. His face scrunches up deliciously as he cums, the blistering hot cum shooting deep into you as his hands keep you firmly in place as your walls clench around him, another orgasm surprising you and taking over your senses.

As the climax slowly begins to wear off, Fred's grip loosens and he slowly rubs the skin where his hands have been to soothe it. He looks up at you with a wide smile and leans down to press a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips as your hands run over his chest.

"Didn't even need the fireworks," he quips as he leans his forehead on yours. You laugh, causing your muscles to contract around him where he's still inside you and you hear him let out a little gasp of over sensitivity. He slowly pulls out, limp cock now resting between you in his thigh as you both take a few moments to catch your breath before untangling yourselves .

"You never needed fireworks to get me into bed... or the ground I guess," you laugh, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. He smiles, watching you dress with a tenderness that made butterflies spread within you.

"You know, it would be a shame to waste these," he says, sitting up and fiddling with the magical fireworks.

"Alright big boy, clothes on first though," you laugh, chucking his T-shirt towards him. You were surprisingly warm and so opted not to wear the sweater, staying in a T-shirt and your jeans as Fred quickly dressed and started preparing the whizz bangs.

You couldn't help but watch him as he moved with proficiently, seeing him in his element of causing mischief as he lined up the whizzbangs.

Moments later, the enchanted fireworks erupted in the sky with a resounding bang, illuminating the entire sky with a prism of colour. One of the particular fireworks turned into a dragon midair and began circling around the rest of the explosions in the most spectacular sight you'd ever seen.

You sneaked a look at Fred's face seeing him smiling in utter delight which made you feel so proud of him and George at their incredible inventions, forever thankful that you could always get a firsthand show.

When the ash settled, the familiar scent of gunpowder and settling smoke overwhelmed your senses and took you back to the potions classroom, smelling the Amortentia. The scent was so unmistakable, like the smell of an extinguished candle with a little more dry smokiness and a lingering musky that was entirely Weasley's wizzbangs.

"Y/n?" Fred asks, bringing your attention back to him. You realised that whilst you had been spaced out, he'd tied away the leftovers from the fireworks and was now lay back on his elbows with his long legs crossed at the ankle, watching you. "Where did you go pretty girl?"

"Nowhere important," you smiled, lying down with him as you looked back at the Burrow, seeing a couple of lights still on throughout the house. A sense of dread suddenly overwhelmed you. "No one can see us right?"

He laughed and shook his head, "only window that looks out back here is mine and George's," he explains with a smirk, "think he was watching?"

"Fred!" You laughed, hitting his chest at the thought.

"Think he was taking notes on how to please a woman?" He laughs and you nudge him again, throwing him off balance of his elbows, forcing him down. "You didn't argue it, he really that bad?"

"Merlin no, just didn't think you'd want to know all the details about how your twin brother pleases me and how he likes when I-"

""Alright I get the point," he says quickly, pulling a disgusted face at the idea. You had to chuckle as you settled back onto the blanket, sprawling your legs back as you looked up at the stars.

You sneaked a glance over at Fred who was doing the same as you with his eyes closed as he relaxed and thought back to all the times you'd tried to sneak glances at him over the years without him noticing. It was one of those moments when you realised how incredibly lucky you were to have not only Fred but George too, for however long you could have them.

The whizzbang smoke had brought back memories of the Amortentia incident and had stirred something up inside you which was eating away at your happiness, never truly knowing who it was you desired more.

When you and Fred were alone together, it was easy. You'd liked him for years, daydreamed and fantasised about him every chance you could, even so much as scribbling his initials in little notebooks in your younger years like any good schoolgirl would. You'd fantasised of your life together if he ever reciprocated your feelings, your wedding, your future children, all a distant but hopeful thought. It should be easy really, he liked you back and for that you were eternally grateful.

You'd been best friends for years, even closer than you and George had been and it was constantly exciting and passionate, like everyday was a new relationship but without all the awkwardness of learning about each other. Your mischievous best friend turned boyfriend, the constant prank master and joker, always the ringleader; he kept you on your toes at all times, bringing joy and laughter to your life like no other. Your relationship was filled with teasing and witty banter that you hope never faded and you were almost certain that you loved him, and had for a long time.

But then there was George. A prankster and joker at heart but with a stronger conscience and greater moral compass. He was sensitive and kind, at-least more often than Fred tended to be and he was comforting, above all else. George made you feel secure and loved. He was the personification of that feeling after a long, stressful day when you finally got home and could relax, putting on your cosiest, comfiest clothes and shutting out the world as you sought comfort. You'd never anticipated falling for him so hard and just like his brother, you were near certain that you were falling in love with him, if you weren’t already fully there. How were you ever going to chose between them?

"Your thoughts are loud," Fred says and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sorry," you say, turning your attention back to him, "I think I'm just tired."

"Want to go to bed sweetheart?" He asks tenderly, placing his hand on your thigh. You had to admit that going to bed did sound very appealing right now, but you didn't want to cut the cut your little date short.

"Not just yet Freddie," you say, leaning back against him. He hums and extends his arm out to you so that you can lean on it.

"Love when you call me that," he says bashfully, touching the braids on your head as he brushes away the little wisps in your face. You smile up at him and immediately your mind, filled with problems and negative thoughts is calmed and quiet again.

You decide to head in not too long after, throwing everything back into the shopping bag and walked back to the house. You managed to sneak in undetected and immediately head up to the twins' shared bedroom, carefully avoiding the creaking stairs whilst trying not to wake anyone, if they'd been able to sleep through the fireworks at least.

Upon entering the room, you noticed that George had in fact made himself scarce and wouldn't be sleeping here tonight, his pillows gone from the bed. You briefly thought of asking Fred but it was his night with you and you didn't want to bring up any potential conflict. Fred had gone to the toilet and so you took the opportunity to take off your makeup with a wipe and get dressed.

You tossed the jumper in your arms over to the washing hamper and shimmied out of your jeans, replacing them with your sleep shorts. Your T-shirt was switched out to one of Fred's old ones that you kept and you dragged yourself into bed, your tiredness from the night before hitting you like the hogwarts express.

When Fred strolled back into the room, he smiled at seeing you in bed. He tore off his clothes, opting to just sleep in his boxers and climbed into bed behind you. It was strange sleeping without George but you didn't fixate on it, you just hoped that wherever he was, he didn't feel pushed out or alone.

Fred's arm immediately falls over your waist, falling just underneath your breasts as he pulls you tightly to him so that his body is directly connected to your back.

"How do you fit so perfectly in my arms?" He whispers into your ear, musing at the near perfect fit of your body in his. It was true; you suspected that his height versus yours had a lot to do with it but you fit neatly into the plains of his body. Your ass was pressed against his crotch whilst his arm reached perfectly with the curve of your waist, your head slotted right under his head to rest against his chest whilst his arms encased you.

"Maybe you just fit perfectly around me," you smiled into the dark room, feeling him squeeze you tighter at your words.

"Did you have a good time tonight princess?" He asks quietly and you can sense a slight hint of vulnerability in his tone.

"The best Freddie," you answer honestly, "atleast, the fireworks were great." He immediately grabs you and begins tickling your ribs as you fight back, squirming and struggling to hold in your squeals at the horrendous sensation.

"Oh I see how it is, I give you some of my best work and all she remembers is the bloody pyrotechnics," he says dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes.

"It was perfect Fred, every bit," you say quietly, no longer playing around. You twist slightly in his arms to seek out his lips, placing a kiss of sheer gratitude on him.

"This is really nice," Fred says after a few moments of comfortable silence. You hum in agreement, enjoying the peace and the feeling of his arms securely wrapped around you. "One day we'll be able to do this every night," he says, sounding as if he's narrating his thoughts. "When school is over and me and George have opened the shop, you can move in with us and every single night I'll kiss you goodnight and hold you until you fall asleep."

"That sounds perfect," you say with a yawn, feeling as if you could fall asleep within mere seconds.

"And every morning I'll bring you a cup of tea in bed and kiss you before I leave for work," he adds, clearly daydreaming though he sounds increasingly more tired with each word. "You can help me pick out my tie, checking that it matches with my suit. Did I tell you me and George decided we'd wear full suits at the shop? Like real businessmen. Anyway, you'd pick out my tie and straighten it for me before I leave because you know I always leave it wonky."

He tiredly mumbles out more of his dreams and secrets to you in the still, dark room but you don't hear them, having fallen sound asleep, comforted by the sound of his voice as it acts like your own personal lullaby.

#emeritusemeritus #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #emeritusemerituswrites #fred weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley #fred weasley masterlist #george weasley x reader x fred weasley #weasley twins x reader #george weasley smut

[final-script]

Royal Wedding | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x PrincessOfSpain!Reader

Sumary: The wedding between Her Majesty The Princess of Asturias Y/N Y/L/N and Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later), I looked for some information to have some information but anyway I did not follow everything as it is.

A/N: I want to add that I did the best I could and this was what came out, I am willing to do more parts if agluien asks me, maybe write about how Carlos and the princess met, etc.

Gif: artemispt

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For as long as you can remember, you've never been so happy to follow a protocol. From a very young age you had become accustomed to following them, as you should behave, what you should wear, EVERYTHING.

But the fact that you were used to itdid not save you from saying that many times it was boring and tiring, although this time you were more than happy to follow each step.

After much planning and organization the big day had arrived… The big day when you were going to join your life to that of the man of your dreams. Something that at first seemed like it was going to be impossible. At first they believed it, a Formula 1 driver and a crown princess to the throne of their country was seen as impossible.

But taking a look at your parents' relationship, things began to be perceived in a different way and thank goodness that it was done. A couple of years after having seen each other for the first time and being sure of everything that their relationship entails, Carlos asked your father for your hand in marriage, not at all surprised King Felipe accepted, making him promise that he would respect you and take care of you a lot.

So… this is how 6 months after the proposal, Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro and Her Royal Highness the Princess of Asturias Y/N Y/L/N would join their lives in marriage.

Ican't think I can remember a time when I felt as nervous as I do now. I was about to marry the love of my life and couldn't believe it.

A set of many emotions flooded my body, I was very excited as soon as I saw my parents and sisters for the first time this morning, I realized that almost everything I had dreamed for a long time, was finally happening. (…) Q/L -(podemos entrar?) Can we enter? Y/N-(creo que ya estan adentro mami) I think you're already inside mommy. Laughing, he approached me in the company of my sisters. -(y papa?) and dad?

Q/L- has gone to say a few words to Carlos, I have to suppose to try to calm the nerves of a boyfriend. Y/N- or to make them worse. The 4 of us laughed, we knew that most of the time Dad wanted to calm things down, the opposite ended up happening.

Q/N- honey, it's time for you to start preparing, the team is here to help you with it. I sighed trying to calm my nerves a little.

T/N- is it really happening? That's how you felt when you were preparing? Q/L- I hold my hand in the form of consolation. - In the same way and maybe even worse, but believe me that everything is forgotten when you walk down the corridor and in the end you see that the man with whom you have decided to spend the rest of your life awaits you, you may be a little scared of what may come next but, with the trust and love they have shown to have everything will be much easier.

She along with my sisters who had stood aside giving us some privacy, hugged me and quickly stepped aside so the team could start working. (…) I don't know exactly how much time passed, but… By the time I realized it, everything was ready. My admiration in the mirror was interrupted by my dad's voice entering the room. Everyone came out leaving us alone.

K/F- Oh my gosh, you look awesome cariño (honey). With a few tears in his eyes. Y/N- don't look at me like that, you're going to make me cry too. We shared a moment of father and daughter, until it was time to leave. (…) It did not take so long to arrive, in fact seeing the people in the streets made the road become more transient and the passage of time was not noticed.

On the other side Carlos was just as nervous or worse than you. Ch- Mate, your lady has arrived. C- oh, god! Ch- there is no going back. C- I don't want to either. Those were the last words Carlos could utter before the doors finally opened.

Your sisters entered first with a small bouquet each, both looking very pretty. Then it was the turn of Y/N, for a moment Carlos thought that your walk was taking a long time, but everything was forgotten when the Princess arrived at his side with the brightest smile she has ever seen. K/F- It's all said, just love and respect each other a lot. C- of course majesty.

Y/N- hello. Y/N finally greetings to her future husband. C- hello, you look beautiful. I praise the driver. At that moment, the priest cleared his throat, causing both of them to turn to look at him and finally begin the ceremony. C & Y/N- "I'm sorry," they both murmured at the same time, as Carlos held YN's hand and the ceremony began.

The ceremony was somewhat short but very sweet, although later there would be a private celebration with the people closest to both. S- I declare you husband and wife, you can kiss the bride. Carlos did not hesitate to take the initiative and took a step closer to you to finally leave a short but sweet kiss on your lips.

Those present began to applaud happily, while the couple separated. Y/N- finally. Without stopping to look him in the eye. C- princess Y/N, I do not know what fate has in store for me but I hope it is the best and with you. Y/N-Principe Carlos (Prince Carlos), I also expect the same. (…) As we said in our ceremony, we did not know what fate had in store for us but we hoped that they would be good things and we could live them together.

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ANOTHERS

Grateful, Excited and Expectant - Lando Norris x Reader

The boss's daughter - Lewis Hamilton x Wolff!Reader

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[quack-quack-snacks]

Star Crossed - Chapter 6

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Normal AOUAD things. Word Count: 4,257

Cheong-san plunged the edge of the phone into his left eye and he screamed in agony. While distracted with his pain, Cheong-san followed his instinct and threw him into the mob below.

Please forgive me, (Y/n)...

You had sat in the same spot for about 10 minutes when you decided you had gotten tired of sitting still and needed to move around a bit, even if you just paced back and forth. You’d figured out when you first came in here that the wild piano playing was from a young girl trapped underneath the piano on the other side of the room. She was a zombie, of course, and you couldn't help from feeling bad about how she’d been unable to even have a chance at escaping.

You’d been pacing for so long the wooden floor was starting to have skid marks from your rubber soles on it. You thought of different plans desperately, trying to find one that would be able to get you out of this situation and back to your friends.

Back to Su-hyeok.

You couldn’t believe it when you heard the door open, fearing the worst and not bothering to turn around even when you heard the soft and hesitant footsteps.

“(Y/n)?” The voice said and you swiftly turned around to see Cheong-san there with a hesitant and terrified face. Once he’d realized you weren’t a zombie, his face transformed from one of being terrified to one of extreme relief with a hint of guilt for some reason. He rushed toward you and brought you into a hug that you instinctually returned. He held you tightly in a friendly embrace upon your reunion and you held him back just as tightly, glad that even if you couldn’t completely keep your promise to On-jo, he came out safe and sound.

At least you thought so.

You pulled away and looked him over, turning him around so you could see his back and then back around again when you realized he was indeed safe with no serious injuries or worse, bite marks.

“Oh, thank god,” he exclaimed as he also looked you over to see you were safe. “I was so worried I’d lost you forever there.”

“Yeah, to be honest, me too. I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive and I have no idea how I was able to make it here without getting hurt. How about you? How the hell did you make it here? I thought you went downstairs?” You interrogated and slapped his arm at his stupid actions.

He took a deep breath before determination set on his face and he stared you directly in the eyes. “(Y/n), I need to tell you something-”

A soft squealing noise from the speakers interrupted him and you both looked at it in confusion. After a few seconds, you heard voices coming through

“Anyone?” A voice that sounded like Joon-yeong sounded out softly.

“I've never done it before,” a voice like Dae-su’s called out and a smile grew onto your face at the sound of your new friends’ bantering.

“Somebody do it. Dae-su?” Another voice spoke, this one more feminine and sounding like either On-jo or Hyo-ryung.

“Here goes nothing… Uh, mic test. One, two. One, two. Cheong-san and (Y/n), are you there? We-”

“What are you doing?” A voice that you recognized instantly as Su-hyeok’s spoke and the grin on your face faded to a small smile of relief. It seemed like so long ago that you had heard him even if it was maybe only an hour ago.

“Hey, (Y/n), Cheong-san, do you hear us?”

“It's Su-hyeok,” you spoke softly and Cheong-san gave you a smile.

“It's Su-hyeok,” Su-hyeok repeated and you and Cheong-san laughed a little at the coincidence. “We'll come to you, so stay put. Got it?”

“Hell no, not happening-”

“Don't come, moron. You're gonna get bit-”

You and Cheong-san spoke at the same time, protesting to the speakerphone.

“I know what the both of you will say, but we can't hear you here.”

“What the hell are you doing, Bare-su?” Cheong-san whispered and you just shook your head as you walked towards the door, looking through the window to see if it was clear.

“So don't go anywhere. Wait for us. You really can't go anywhere, okay? We'll come now.”

Just as you were about to open the door, seeing that there were no zombies nearby for the time being, his next words stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights.

“(Y/n). I know you’re stubborn and never take any of my advice, but please. Please stay where you’re at. For me?” He whispered the last part and you leaned your forehead against the glass of the sliding door, debating with yourself on which you would do: stay and wait for the group, or go to them.

You didn’t really get any say in the matter when a zombie suddenly ran up to the door and slammed against it, its blood covered mouth smearing along the glass.

“Yeah, nope…” You concluded and went over to take a seat on one of the chairs in the room. You ignored the rest of what the group was unintentionally saying into the microphone and laid your head down when suddenly On-jo spoke directly to Cheong-san.

“Cheong-san. Please stay still. I know you never listen to me, but please do it this time.”

You saw Cheong-san stop in his tracks from where he too was about to open the door and run out. He walked over to sit next to you and you both sat in a comfortable silence.

“Time for meditation,” a sudden and unfamiliar voice interrupted the silence and you shot up, confused.

Tranquil music started playing and your confusion turned into an amused smile.

“Once again, another fun day at school,” you laughed at the voice and leaned your face on one of your hands while the other wrapped itself around your waist.

“Everyone, close your eyes… and calm your hearts.”

You turned around to look at Cheong-san and immediately bursted out laughing at the annoyed smile he had on his face.

“They couldn’t have picked any better music?” He asked with distaste.

“Aw, come on Cheong-san, you don’t wanna meditate?” You teased and sat on one of the desks with your legs crossed and your hands placed palm up on your knees. “Let us meditate together, my young padawan.”

“You’re so stupid,” he laughed and you pouted at him before falling backwards so you were lying down on the desks.

“Yeah? We’ll you’re just an ultra big meanie,” you insulted childishly and flipped him off which he snorted at.

You suddenly heard a bunch of growling and shot up again, getting back on your guard as you saw dozens of zombies run down the hallways towards the corridor speaker.

“Now that’s why they did it! That’s smart,” you complimented and Cheong-san nodded in agreement.

You sat there for a minute until the door burst open and the group came trampling in.

“Oh, shit,” Dae-su exclaimed as he walked over to where the two of you were and pulled you both in for a hug. “Where were you guys? Idiots.”

“Where's On-jo?” Cheong-san asked worriedly and seconds later the girl came rushing in. “On-jo!” Cheong-san shoved himself out of Dae-su’s arms so he could rush towards her and Dae-su focused his energy on squeezing the life out of you.

“(Y/n)! I never would have thought I would miss your glare so much!” He cried out dramatically and you laughed as you returned the hug, basking in the embrace of a friend.

“How did you guys know we were here?” You heard Cheong-san ask and turned around just in time to see him get kicked in the back of the knees by On-jo.

“I told you not to go! Why don't you ever listen to me?” She complained with a voice ready to start crying.

“Hey, save the lovers' quarrel for later,” Dae-su stopped the argument and went over to help lift Cheong-san up.

“Let's go!” Wu-jin directed, panting to get his breath.

“Where?” You asked, still stuck on how they even knew where you and Cheong-san were.

“We have to get to the roof before the meditation music ends.”

You looked behind On-jo in worry as you didn’t see either of your best friends anywhere in sight.

“Let's go. Hurry!” Dae-su urged but you stopped their movements when you spoke.

“Wait! Where’s Nam-ra and Su-hyeok? They were with you guys… right? Where are they now?”

On-jo looked stunned, just now realizing the same thing as you but you didn’t wait for her to react as you quickly opened the door and rushed outside.

“Where are you going?” Cheong-san anxiously asked as you rushed out.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Dae-su called out after you as both he and Cheong-san ran after your retreating form.

You stopped running and sighed in relief when you saw Nam-ra and Su-hyeok running down the hall, Nam-ra holding her arm in pain and Su-hyeok running behind her to make sure she didn’t fall behind with blood splattered across his face.

“Are you crazy? Don't go by yourself!” Cheong-san commanded when he and the group caught up to you.

Your look of relief vanished as you saw the concern and sternness on both of their faces as they came closer.

“Go in! Go inside!” Su-hyeok demanded and everyone turned around to see the zombies that had once gathered at the speaker were now chasing toward them.

“Shit! Go back!” You yelled.

“They're coming!” Dae-su yelled as he ran back into the classroom, everyone following close behind with Su-hyeok to be the last one there and the one who closed the door behind him.

“They can still see us!” You expressed nervously and speedily ran towards one of the curtains that hung across the wall with the doors in the room.

“Yes! The curtains. Come on!” Joon-yeong told everyone and they all ran to cover the windows with the curtains before pausing to take a deep breath of relief.

Nam-ra ran towards the windows facing the outside and closed those curtains before turning towards where the zombie stuck under the piano was.

“There's a zombie there,” you started as you walked towards her. “Don’t worry, though, it’s caught under a piano, so it can’t go anywhere.”

She nodded and you brought her into your arms for a tight hug. She sighed against your shoulder and you squeezed her harder before letting her go and giving her a tight smile. The both of you leaned back against two desks with your hands interlocked as the group started talking again.

“We can't… go to the roof…” Hyo-ryung stated sadly and your head turned to her. “We're trapped again, aren't we?” Although the sentence was a question, it was stated like a fact.

“There are zombies out there, so…” Su-hyeok started to explain and your eyes locked, you could feel your eyes burn by how he looked at you; with so much pain and regret and guilt and relief that you couldn’t handle it. You smiled at him before turning your head back so it was facing forward. “Let's just think a little.”

“This is so annoying,” you heard Nam-ra whisper irritatedly from beside you and you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles in an attempt to comfort her while also comforting yourself.

After a few beats of silence, only interrupted by the group’s heavy breathing, Hyo-ryung suddenly stood up and she looked at you and Nam-ra, horrified.

“Hey. Hey, Nam-ra,” she started and your gaze finally found its way to her face. “What happened to your arm?” She pointed towards your best friend’s arm while backing up. “That's a bite mark, isn't it?”

As everyone started to stand up and back away from the two of you, you just looked down at where her “bite” was and sure enough there was a bite there. Not moving or letting go of her in any way, you just stared at the bite in silence, biting your lip as tears sprung in your eyes and your nose stung.

“No. No, no, no. Please no! I can’t lose you!” You whispered as you begged whatever god was listening to hear your prayers and leaned your forehead onto Nam-ra’s shoulder. Su-hyeok came rushing up to defend her when Cheong-san charged forward with a music stand in his hands.

“No. That’s not it,” he tried to explain but Cheong-san was insistent.

“Move. Step back, Su-hyeok.”

“That's not it, asshole,” Su-hyeok explained harshly again and turned back to Nam-ra who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder to comfort you.

“Tell him. You weren't bitten by a zombie,” he begged her but she stayed silent. Your tears subsided as you heard him say that and now you just looked confused. “Say something!” From out of your eyesight, Dae-su and Wu-jin had snuck towards you and ripped you out of Nam-ra’s grasp, holding onto you tightly as you thrashed to go back to her.

As Su-hyeok stepped towards you at your cries in order to help, you saw Cheong-san dash forward with the music stand again and you screamed. “No!”

Su-hyeok rushed back to stand in front of Nam-ra and stop Cheong-san from delivering any blows.

“Gwi-nam! He bit her. It wasn’t zombies,” he explained. Your struggles died down in surprise and you just gaped at him in a state of shock.

“Who?” Cheong-san asked in confusion.

“Gwi-nam. The bully.”

“Yoon Gwi-nam?”

“Yeah,” Su-hyeok confirmed and Cheong-san turned to Nam-ra.

“Nam-ra. Did Gwi-nam really bite you?” She shot a glance at you but you didn’t notice from how you continued to stare at the boy who brought the heartbreaking and unbelievable news to you all. She nodded slightly.

“Say it clearly,” Cheong-san demanded.

“It’s true,” Su-hyeok had confirmed in Nam-ra’s stead since she was continuing to remain quiet.

“Gwi-nam was bitten by zombies,” Cheong-san told him and he scoffed in disbelief.

“Bullshit.”

“I saw him get bit. If you get bitten by zombies, you turn into one,” he explained what all of you already knew as if Su-hyeok had forgotten it. “So if Gwi-nam bit her-”

“He's not one of them!” Su-hyeok yelled and the zombies behind the curtains started growling louder and banging on the doors and windows. “Gwi-nam wasn't a zombie,” he stated more quietly but still in a stern and convinced tone. “He wasn’t. He literally talked to me,” he turned to Nam-ra for help but she hadn’t taken her eyes off of you. “You saw him. He wasn't a zombie at all.”

…

…

…

“What?”

Your soft voice cut through the air like a knife and everyone’s attention turned to you where you were still held onto by Dae-su even after you had stopped struggling. Su-hyeok and Cheong-san both looked at you with guilty eyes filled with remorse and regret.

“My brother did this? My brother bit you?” You asked as you looked at Nam-ra and she looked devastated. “A-and he’s… he’s a zombie?” You continued as tears streaked down your cheeks unwillingly. You turned to Cheong-san. “You saw him get bit? When was that? Why didn’t you tell me?” You let out, your breathing staggering and growing uneven as you continued to mentally comprehend all the information that was thrown at you in the past 2 minutes.

Su-hyeok let out a sigh of anger and regret. He couldn’t believe he had said all those things in front of you with no hesitation or tenderness. He carefully walked over to you and Dae-su let you go. Your knees buckled from the overwhelming sensation of your emotions rampaging but Su-hyeok caught you in his arms just in time before you fell. He whispered apologies into your hair as your tears soaked through his blazer despite how your body showed no other signs of you crying.

Nam-ra turned back to look at Cheong-san before standing up. “Are you sure he was bitten by a zombie?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes only flickering away from you for a second to answer her question.

“So I'll turn into a zombie,” she concluded.

“No!” You screamed out and left Su-hyeok’s arms to rush over to her, grabbing her upper arms and squeezing as you looked her dead in the eyes. “You won’t. Su-hyeok said that Gw...” you stopped when your voice broke. “That he wasn’t a zombie, at least not a full zombie,” you turned around to look at the group, specifically at Cheong-san. “I’m not saying you’re a liar but I also believe that Su-hyeok had seen him and he wasn’t a zombie. She won’t turn. She won’t. I know it,” you stated confidently.

Nam-ra grabbed your hand and squeezed it, getting your attention and turning you back towards her. “(Y/n)...” She brought you into a proper hug and you sobbed once. “Thank you… I’ll never forget your friendship,” she whispered in your ear before pushing you away gently and walking towards the classroom door.

“Nam… please!” You begged and she stopped in the middle of the room, turning back to look at you.

“I always loved that nickname,” she turned back around to walk towards the door but you rushed forward to grab her hand.

“You won’t turn. You won’t,” you told her as convincingly as possible before wiping your tears aggressively and walking back towards the group, dragging her behind you as she struggled to free herself from your grip. You elbowed Su-hyeok lightly to continue with his defense and he started immediately.

“She won't turn into one. Don't you trust me?”

“I saw when Gwi-nam got bitten,” Cheong-san’s eyes flittered to you as he spoke and they were filled with guilt that seemed to increase with every pass over your face. “It happened after fighting with me.”

“I fought him, too. Believe me,” Su-hyeok grabbed your free hand with one of his own as he spoke and squeezed three times, the usual thing you two did to non-verbally express an apology. “I know.”

Squeezing Su-hyeok’s hand tightly, you shook him off and dragged Nam-ra over to the window where you yanked open the curtains and opened one of the windows, turning back around to face the group, your hand still holding onto hers.

“There. Problem solved. If she turns I’ll just push her out of the window and none of you will be harmed in the process. Okay? So put the fucking music stand down and back the fuck off,” you told all of them with a sharp glare.

“(Y/n),” Nam-ra tugged on your hand and brought your attention down to her. “You shouldn’t do this.”

You gaped at her, mouth opened slightly in slight disbelief. “Nam-ra. You are my best friend. Like hell am I letting you get away that easily.”

Your slight joke fell upon deaf ears as your serious tone covered it up.

“(Y/n),” you heard Cheong-san say to you and so you turned back to him.

“Back the fuck up.”

He lifted the music stand so he was holding it like a baseball bat and you glared at him, an act that unfortunately had no effect on him.

“I’m warning you, Cheong-san. Don’t come any closer,” you threatened but he just shot you back a glare of his own as his eyes filled with protectiveness.

“Screw you, (Y/n). I warned you first. Gyeong-su was enough, I won’t lose any more friends.”

You took a deep breath before spitting out your words with venom coating your tongue.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we’re not friends. Isn’t it, Cheong-san?”

His glare hardened and he rolled his eyes. “You and I both know that fact has changed over the past day. You’ve made friends with everyone here no matter what you want to believe. We all care for you, which is exactly the reason why I’m not going to let you do this to yourself.”

“Well too fucking bad, because you can’t fucking stop me,” you told him, not bothering to speak about any of the previous things, knowing you would lose that argument.

“Get out of my way,” he demanded.

“Cheong-san, stop it,” Su-hyeok tried.

“Get out of my way!” he yelled again but your hold just tightened on Nam-ra’s hand while you stayed silent.

Su-hyeok pushed Cheong-san away and they started shoving each other when Nam-ra suddenly screamed out, “Stop it, both of you!”

They pushed each other away as both of them turned back to look at the two of you.

“If I feel strange in any way… I'll just end it quickly.”

You wiped away the stray tear that fell from your eyes at her words.

“Sorry, but-” Cheong-san started, about to convey more doubts about her condition until she interrupted him.

“No need to be sorry. I'm actually not sorry, not at all.”

“... sorry,” he continued and looked down in shame.

“Su-hyeok,” Nam-ra called out to him. “Kill me if I turn,” she turned to look at you. “I know you won’t be able to.”

“Hey, wait!” You called to her and tried to yank her back as she hopped up to sit on the ledge of the window but she just pulled your hands into her lap while her free one was holding onto the window frame to support her balance.

After a while, when you were leaning against the window and rubbing your fingers against the knuckles of Nam-ra’s hand while avoiding the eyes of Su-hyeok, you felt other eyes on you. You turned to look at Nam-ra only to see her staring intently at your neck. You smiled sadly as you knew what most likely was happening and not wanting to accept it.

“Nam?”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you closer to her just as you saw Cheong-san rush towards the both of you.

“(Y/n)!”

You turned your body so you were standing in front of Nam-ra to prevent her from receiving the blow, intending to take it yourself. You clenched your eyes tightly and waited for the pain to come but when the sound of the music stand hitting somebody’s body came, you felt nothing.

“Get out of the way!” Cheong-san yelled from behind you and you turned to see him with the music stand still in his hands except now it was broken and the top piece was across the room.

“Stop it!” Su-hyeok yelled at him from his place right in front of you where he was behind you just seconds before, and you finally connected the dots.

Su-hyeok took the blow for you.

Just as Cheong-san rushed forward, intending to strike again, Su-hyeok charged at him and slammed him on his back against a desk while raising a clenched fist in the air as a threat. “I said to stop it!”

“Stupid asshole!” Cheong-san yelled back and punched him in the face, successfully getting him off of him as they tussled around the room. You quickly moved to help Nam-ra as she weakly fell from the window sill and sat her into a chair while the boys fought on the other side of the room.

She breathed heavily and clenched her eyes shut as if fighting off something in her head. You heard different voices yelling over each other as they tried to break up the fight and turned back to see On-jo standing in front of the two of you and Su-hyeok holding Cheong-san back.

“Get out of my way! Let go of me!” He screamed as he resisted.

“Stop it. Are you blind? Look at Nam-ra,” On-jo surprised you as she defended your best friend. “She would have blood on her mouth if she bit her. Does she?” There was a pregnant pause as everyone looked at Nam-ra. “And she's not bleeding, right?” She defended more.

“It's true. There's no wound,” Dae-su pointed out as everyone then looked to you, no blood or wound from a bite anywhere on your body.

“But if Gwi-nam bit her-” Cheong-san started again.

“She's still fine, which means you'll be fine,” On-jo’s eyes shifted down to where he still held tightly to the music stand. “Come on, put that down. Stop being stubborn.”

The boy started to shake Su-hyeok off as he was still holding him. “Let go. I got it. Let go. Fuck,” he groaned.

“Why won't you drop that?” On-jo insisted.

“That's my business,” he told her and she rolled her eyes before turning to crouch down beside the two of you.

“Are you okay?” She questioned Nam-ra who stared forward blankly.

“Why do you care?”

“What?”

“It's just… it’s weird,” you started. “You've always hated us, so why are you suddenly starting to care now?”

On-jo looked down, “Sometimes, I still do,” she looked back up to stare you directly in the eye with an empathetic look. “But what's wrong is wrong.”

“She seems fine. Let's…” Wu-jin voiced after a silence once again settled over the group.

“She would've definitely turned by now,” reasoned Joon-yeong.

“No,” Nam-ra stated and stood up, you following her soon after to help her keep her balance while standing up straight, your hands separating in the process. “I'm not okay. I wanted to bite (Y/n).”

You stared at her in silence with a sad smile, knowing she was right and not being able to refute her words in any way.

“I really did,” she said again, still looking straight ahead, unable to meet your eyes. “I wanted to bite her.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Cheong-san asked stupidly and you would have mocked him in any other circumstance.

“I mean… I wanted to bite her.

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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When We Were Young

Part 3

Ex Eddie Munson X reader

Other parts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Intro: 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it's been 5 years since you had set a foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him. And now after all that time you were back.

Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health. Use of y/n. Slow burn. Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader.

Bold parts are flashbacks

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: please only read if you are in a good place, I wouldn't want this story to trigger or hurt anyone. I'm sorry this part it short but I didn't want to add loads in when it felt like a good place to end this part. Also there will be happy moments coming soon, it's just super slow burn. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part, thank you for reading

Not prove read.

Despite the panic attack you had after Eddie left, you still went downstairs and pretended to be fine. Everyone was so excited to see you, you didn’t want to ruin that. You couldn't let them see how broken you felt. You had to be okay. You couldn't make them worry about you again, especially Steve. So you smiled and laughed, pretending your hands weren’t hurting from your nails digging into the palms.

After a long night, you went to your new house, you couldn’t make it to the bedroom with how emotionally exhausted you felt. So tired, that you couldn’t even make sounds as you silently sobbed on the sofa until you eventually fell asleep.

You woke up with the promise today would be a better day, last night you just slipped into your old self. You were better now. No stupid ex could ruin your progress. You needed to get some groceries for the house so at least you had something to distract your mind for a little while.

As you drove in your new red Ford (well it was a used ford from a couple of years) to the grocery store you expected everything to look different, but to your surprise, it was the same. The florist with the pink lettering on the window spelling out its name Haley’s, the paint had slightly started to peel but it was still there. The 50% off at the clothing boutique. Even the graffiti that was on the side of the market was still there, from four years ago. The town was stuck in a time warp, maybe it wouldn’t take as much time to adjust.

Grabbing a shopping cart you slowly walk down the isles not sticking to the list you wrote at home. Picking up all sorts of snacks. You had missed American cuisine. Your cart was getting full. I guess it’s true what they said about how you shouldn't come shopping on an empty stomach. The cart was old and rusty, meaning the fuller the cart got the harder to steer it was. The wheels screeched and lagged every time a new item was added. You turned the corner to enter another aisle when the left wheel furthest away from you decided to jam, ramming you into a customer's cart.

“I am so sorry” you look up at the old man wearing a cap. Maybe it wasn’t your ex you were a magnet too, maybe it was just the Munson’s. He frowned at you. Okay so maybe not everything was the same. Wayne was known for being grumpy to others but you only knew him as a sweetheart he was never anything but kind to you. You had never seen him look at you like this. There was a disappointment hidden beneath his eyes, that you, unfortunately, didn’t miss. “For what? Bumping into my cart or breaking my son’s heart?” You don’t know what you expected him to say. But maybe silence would have been better. The words stung you.

His son was the one to break your heart, not the other way around. Sure it might have hurt him when you left, but how were you supposed to feel when he didn’t give you a choice? And the only way of having part of him was taken away from you.

“Do you want me to be your little housewife and have food on the table ready for when you get back from your big successful job?". You stared in disbelief despite the thoughts building like a storm in your head. “Is that what you think?” He hated when you used that voice. The one where it sounded like you were about to break.

It made him hate himself more than he already did. Maybe this is why he was treating you this way. Seeing if you take his bait, to see if you thought he was as worthless as he felt. He didn’t want to hear that voice in his head, he didn’t want to see the disappointment on your face right now, he just needed something to numb it all. So he turned away from you in search of a blunt, a pill, powder, anything.

His turning away from you, caused the storm to break loose, this was the end and he wasn’t even kind enough to break up with you in words. “Fuck you” you whispered and left. You got in your car. Driving as far as you could from him. You could see just enough to get as far as the Family Video which wasn’t a long way from the trailer park before your tears completely cover your eyes sight. You pulled up not wanting to risk anyone’s life. breathing heavily, panic intensifying. In comprehensive words being screamed from your mouth. Cursing out to the universe, Eddie and apologising to the life in your stomach.

God how you wanted to curse his nephew out and tell Wayne the whole truth. But as Eddie said you were nothing so why did it matter anymore? You did hate how you had never said goodbye to the man who took you into his family so easily. Making sure you were always welcome. Making sure your favourite snacks were in his home despite not having the money and living paycheck to paycheck. So you just said “I’m sorry Wayne” he didn’t need to know that it was an apology to him, not his nephew.

His face didn’t change, you guess this was the Wayne Munson everyone talked about, the cold-hearted, scary guy. You had never been on the receiving end of this version of him but it was frightening. So you looked down, scared if you look up for a second more you would cry. “That kid already had a hard enough life, he didn’t need you promising him a better one and then being like the rest of them. You messed him up so bad that he’s only now just starting to smile again. So if you plan on staying don’t you dare hurt him again”. With that threat he left. You wanted to leave the store than to wallow, but you stood in fear not wanting to cross paths with a Munson again. “Are you okay ma’am?” a shop clerk addresses you. You nod “I’m fine thank you.”

Thankfully you wouldn’t cross paths with another Munson today as Wayne had gone to work and the younger Munson was still in bed hungover. Deciding not to come into work today, he might as well have gone in with how many times Sarah had called, asking how to do things, that she should know how to do. Hearing the constant rings and her voice was giving the boy a headache. Eddie didn’t realise she was only doing this to make sure he was okay, it wasn’t like him to call in sick. After plumping his pillow and changing positions back and forth, he found a comfortable spot and started to close his eyes.

The phone rang again, and he groaned. Picking it up now pissed. “Come on Sarah you called 10 minutes ago, you’re a floor manager you should be better than this. Use some instinct, I shouldn’t have to hold your hand through this”. A male’s chuckle made him realise that it wasn’t his employee on the phone. He knew that laugh anywhere and right now he would have preferred to hear from Sarah 20 more times if it meant not talking to Harrington. “You seem like such a lovely boss” Steve joked, hoping to gauge Eddie’s mood. When he didn’t laugh back or make a snide remark, when he was met with silence. He realise how pissed Eddie was, he was never the quiet type.

Steve sighed “look I know I should have given you a heads up, trust me I was going to. I just got so excited about having her back that I didn’t think-“. Eddie rolled his eyes cutting in “yeah you didn’t think”. Steve ignore the rise Eddie was trying to cause and continued. “I was going to tell you, I just didn’t expect you there, not that I didn’t want to see you. I just didn’t know Dustin invited you. I hoped the first time you met again would go better, I didn't plan for it to go like that”. If the men were in the same room, Eddie might have hit the boy, even if he didn’t mean it. With the rage he was feeling. “Better? Do you really think we could ever get along, After what she did?”.

"shut it Munson" Oh, it was definitely a good job they weren't in the same room. Steve didn’t snap anymore. He tried not to raise his voice because he hated how it made him feel like his father. But he would not have Eddie speak about you like that. Especially with what he did. He had come so far with Eddie, after the first couple of months of the incident he couldn't even look at him. But after time he forgave and tried to understand the boy. But he never forgot. How could he forget?

Steve was blinded by the headlight pouring into the shop window. After a long 12-hour shift he was super tired and didn’t need this. He left the shop storming over to the car, about to tell the jerk off. Until he came closer and realised it was your car. He walked over quicker, wondering what you were up to. Were you trying to be funny, by annoying him? He supposed this is what best friends did. He grabbed open your door, trying to scare you. To get his own back. However, as soon as the door opened, he saw you hysterically crying, clutching your stomach. He got down to his knees in front of you, rubbing your arms. “It hurts so much”.

He wanted to cry looking at you like this, you were always the strong one. The anchor in his life. No matter how scared or how much of a dick he was, you brought him back to earth. You were never like this. You squeezed your eyes in pain, holding your stomach tighter. This was worse than the pain he felt when Nancy left, worse than anything with the upside down. This was the most heartbreaking thing he had ever seen. But he had to be as strong for you as you had been for him. So he sniffed back up the tears. “What hurts y/n?”. You pull his hand from your arm to your stomach. “It hurts Steve”. He couldn't be sure, he hoped it was just stomach pain and not... God, he hoped it wasn't that. All he knew is that he needed to take you to the hospital. “Can you move?”

Eddie wasn't used to this version of Steve, even when they weren't friends Steve hadn't spoken to him like this. At that moment he realised that if there was a choice Steve would always pick you, and maybe all his friends would always pick you. Why was he the only that hated you? At that moment he felt more alone than he had in years. It made him scared, he couldn't be abandoned again. He felt like a child scared of his dad, feeling like he disappointed him. With how quickly Steve was to turn his back on him he wondered if everyone else felt the same. Was he just a place holder until you came back?

You had left, he had stuck around. Sat with his friends while they cried. Make them laugh on bad days. Trained Dustin to be a Dm. Went to hospital appointments with friends. Stayed awake talking them down from nightmares. All while suffering from his own traumas. He never complained because that's what friends do. Especially when they had gone through what they had. You left everyone, and now you could just come back, and everyone would love you. What do you know about hard?

“She got to leave, it couldn't have been that bad.” Steve growled through the phone “you don’t know shit Munson” he slammed the phone down. Eddie was all alone, well not completely, he had his thoughts. He was now wishing for Sarah to call. He felt like he was being smothered by thoughts, what did Steve mean? Eddie might have been mean that night to you, but surely it wasn't enough to qualify this sort of response. How had you had a hard life? Had something happened? Was he missing something? He shook his head. No, he hated you, he needs to keep it this way. He picked up the phone and rang Sarah, as soon as he heard her voice he spoke. “Come over after work”. He slammed the phone down. He needed to forget, Sarah could help with that even if it was only a couple of hours.

A couple of hours before the thoughts would come back and he was swarmed by curiosity, pain and loneliness.

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This Week In BL - Korea is coming after your office romance crown, Japan

March 2023 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bed Friend (Sat YT, GaGa & iQIYI uncut) ep 6 of 10 - (sorry, yes I knew they extended it to 10, and I don’t think it’s a good sign) I thought the kink moment was kinda cute, and it illustrates the best thing about f-buddy relationships, license to play and explore. Also language play! (You know phi/nong is also for pets, right?) Poor Uea never gets to keep a grain of happiness very long - so now he’s pushing it away and self isolating. Sigh, I do hope there is happiness for a few eps at the end of all this trauma. 

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 1 of 5 - Based on a y-novel by Faddest (En of Love) about an engineering student and a dentist. Expect this one to stay soft, it’s from the 21 Day Theory people. I LOVE it. Bad sound and wooden acting but this is a classic old school Thai pulp. Older shy (but delightfully manipulative) sweetie dentist Ana with crush on younger sappy sunshine jock engineering student, Fuse. Very much a puppy/cat pairing. I admit, knowing all the various characters’ back stories means everything makes more sense. The friends’ conversations make me laugh a lot, but this is a very talkie show, with not awesome subs, so certainly not for everyone. I’ve already rewatched the first ep 3x. 

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) 3 of 12 eps - I enjoy that its the tsundere uke developing feelings first. Unusual approach. I also like that fake dating is being deployed to protect the girl from a stalker. It’s silly but I’m starting to like this show more. 

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - Honestly, the boss character isn’t really that tsundere. He’s basically a big old softy. Also baby boy very jelly. I would be too. Ex is v hot. But we keep being told things about these 2 characters but not shown said things on screen. Like the writers think they are telling one story but what we are watching is completely different. It’s... odd.

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga & iQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - Aw, P’Park has an emotional support uke. OMG they brought the flirty faen fatal crumb back! YES. I love him. 

The Promise (Thai Weds YT) ep 4 of 10 - Good advice about secrets. It better come out and it better be a good reason... like witness protection. I am starting to get annoyed and feel manipulated the more they drag it out. But from the preview it seems like next week brings the PAIN. I have never been more ready. 

Chains of Heart (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 -  Will I ever understand this show? I hate that such good acting and chemistry is squandered on such an incomprehensible script. Is the “Korean doctor thread” a set up for Lue actually being Din (dead lover) with a new face? Because I suspected that at the beginning but if that’s the big twist in this narrative it’s a super clumsy twist. I hope they don’t. I’d rather it’s that Din turned himself into Ken - creepy, but less predictable. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dating Sim (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 5-6 of 8 - Miracles of miracles: The kissing is even good in this one! Aw, baby wants to be courted. The redial phone call flirt had me flappy-handing and cackling. How are they THIS cute? It hurts my heart, two nerds in love. Also being linguistically outed at work is my new favorite trope ever. I rewatched these 2 eps an embarrassing number of times. (Warning, it looks like we got us a classic 1yr Kdrama separation coming down the line. PLEASE subvert this trope ODS. PLEASE.) 

All the Liquors (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) eps 7-8 fin - I guess I just don’t get over-dramatic angst about silly things. The premise of this show seems to be overreaction to some stuff, under-reaction (more typical KBL) to everything else. So not allergic but an alcoholic grandma who drank herself to death? Cute confession and kiss. They are so shy and sweet with each other. For a Korean drama this had a great ending which elevated it a lot over the many other KBLs of this type (Tasty, Sweet, Ocean, etc..) 

Final thoughts: A pretty classic foodie set KBL that managed to distinguish itself from others in this category by having a particularly satisfying final episode centered around found family. Sunshine sweetie soju rep gets involved with a shy introverted chef who doesn’t drink. Has a somewhat uneven plot, but If you are looking for a restaurant BL with Korea’s signature softness, then this is a great option. FYI I may identify with our baby party boy hedonist more than any other BL lead ever presented. 8/10 

I present actual footage of P’ABL whispering in your shell-like about what you should watch next... 

Unintentional Love Story (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 3-4 of 10 - (here’s how I am getting it) ALL THE TROPES these 2 eps. Cohabitation! Pretty house! Flirting. Ooo evil agent ex? White towel sponge bath doesn’t get deployed by Korea very often. Other thoughts: Why does the ceramicist’s car look like a hearse? How is Gongchan SO CUTE? Boyfriends-to-be eating together is great. So many self-worth issues in this one no wonder @heretherebedork​ loves it. (This is an unexpectedly long series, too. 10 eps and each one is over 30 min. That’s crazy for a KBL = Light on Me territory.) 

A Shoulder to Cry On (Korea Tues Viki & Gaga) eps 3-4 of 7 - this sort of emotional and mental manipulation (from narrative and characters) meets bully romance isn’t my thing. (And should be left up to Japan if it must exist at all IMHO.) Ultra cringe, humiliation, and emotional torture for everyone! (What is this, fan fic?) Result: therapy is needed for everyone, including me, who continues to have trust issues with this show. 

Jack o’Frost (Japan Fri GaGa) ep 6 fin - delayed until next week 

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi and I can watch him in Tin Tem Jai) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Blue Sky Complex (Japan ???) 5 eps for VR - adaptation of Kei Ichikawa's manga started Feb 27 on 360 Channel (SHOCHIKUch) a VR distribution service. Will inter-fans ever get to see this, and if it’s filmed for VR will it adapt without being overly dark and fuzzy? I have questions. But as usual, you do you Japan and we will wait (im)patiently to see if you remember the rest of the world exists. This is my preferred kind of live action yaoi, so fingers crossed.

Boyband (Thai) ep 2 of 10 - Stopped airing on YouTube, and only available in Thailand & Japan. Not sure if they’re working a distribution deal or just fucking with us.

Cafe In Love (Thai ???) 10 eps on Ch3+ - Thai pulp, about trying to save a coffee shop. FairyGodBLer came through for me, but I’m collecting to binge just in case. It’s my new policy with the grey stuff.

Destiny Seeker (Tues WeTV Thailand) 10 eps - it’s not on any WeTV I can get ahold of. Bad Buddy the pulp rebirth meets Japanese handsome host club action. Same as above.

Make a Wish (Thai Weds ?) from WaGa Creative staring Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in a medical-fantasy. It seems to be a light-hearted romance with a comedic flair. About a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). Too hard to find. 

In other news

I finished watching Why You... Y Me (hold over from last year). It’s basically Puppy Honey + a band + excessive fujoshi, so NOT my jam, but the main BL side is nicely handled love triangle, if that’s your thing. There is a tiny gem of a story (buried in amongst the rest of this nonsense) about friendship, support, love, and owning your identity. But BL is very much the secondary plot here and the main plot is AWFUL so I can’t give it more than 5/10. Still it’s all on YT if you wanna give it a try. 

I also finished The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu. (Speaking of Japan psychologically bullying us.) Conclusion? It’s not BL (no BL tropes used, a sub-genre is defined by its tropes, BL is a sub-genre of gay romance). It’s a quirky road trip found family gay drama/romance. It’s fine if you like this kinda artsy tortured character thing. I don’t. But it’s well done high heat from Japan so... 6/10 I guess?

Next Week Looks Like This:

The Eighth Sense starts weds Viki, I’m thinking this is KBL doing JBL style again, so no promises on an HEA for this one. It’s giving me. His (the series) feels. But it could be more in the Blueming vein. Remains to be seen. 

Full list of upcoming in March 2023 is here.

2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

This Week’s Adventure in Captions

Actually, Fuse said meeha which is usually translated as wifey (there are other slang words for bottom). Fuse is trying to establish a sexual and romantic dynamic where he plays “the male role” and he is doing this with Ana for several reasons: 1. Ana made the first move. 2 Ana is older. 

This is definitely one of those were the captions are OK but old-fashioned, it helps to know the common used terms and parlance. They are ALSO never saying boyfriend, they are always saying faen (gender neutral). 

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

I really liked this phrasing (Boss & Babe). 

Double date!

The cuteness, it burns us. How is Gongchan a 2nd gen idol, nearly 30, and still the ultimate macknae? Inquiring minds would like his immortality pill, please and thank you. (Unintentional Love Story) 

Another gay cactus baby! (Why did tumblr lose its mind over this? Here’s the BL meme primer) 

I love it when a show calls out it’s own tropes. 

I also love it when a show accurately reviews itself. 

All from Our Dating Sim. 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Okay so Ireah on Peak Time did a bitty cover of Bad Love by Hynn and now I’m obsessed with it. I like her original a lot but I really want him to drop a full cover of it someday. 

#this week in BL #bl news #BL gossip #upcoming BL #best BL #new BL #BL reviews #Thai BL #korean bl #Taiwanese BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #GMMTV #Kpop earworm #Peak Time #Bad Love by Hynn #Bed Friend #Future the series #Pastsenger #A Boss and a Babe #Tin Tam Jai #The Promise the series #Chains of Heart #Our Dating Sim #Unintentional Love Story #A Shoulder to Cry On #bl series reciew #All the Liquors

[wisecura]

pretty p.5 w.3k

Geto x reader

You're Gojo's cute little sister.

gotta lil carried away with this one

tw: underage drinking, underage, NSFW, fingering, minors DNI,

masterlist

p.1 p.4 - p.6

Hearing the sound of birds chirping, and smelling something tasty in the air is a way you'd like to wake up for the rest of your life. Opening your eyes you see the sun pooling into the room, the clock read that it's noon. After passing out so early in the morning, you're thankful to your brother for letting you sleep in. You changed out of your clothes and threw on a comfy tee and some shorts and made your way to the kitchen. 

“Morning, sunshine.” It was Suguru at the stove, not Toru. You blushed a little at the nickname, and sat down on a stool, resting your elbows on the island, and your face in your hands. Suddenly, you’re a little more self conscious of your attire. 

“Morning, Suguru.” He only freezed for a second before continuing, it’ll take some time for him to actually get used to using his name. Not that he didn’t love hearing you saying it. 

Before you could start a conversation, a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders, trapping you in a tight hug. Satoru sang out your name, enunciating every syllable. Shaking you from side to side. 

“Good morning sleepy head,” You laughed and tried to pry him off before giving up and letting him affectionately rub your head. Suguru’s back was still to you, and you found yourself watching him (even out of the corner of your eye) more than you normally would, just trying to see his reaction. Or just to see him in general. He looked so good in that apron. It made your stomach dip and heart flutter with how domesticated it felt having him cook for you. It feels so nice, you almost never want the dynamic between you three to ever change. 

The way the open windows let the sun flow right in, framing the kitchen in a beautiful summer glow.

Suguru set a plate of food in front of you and sat on the stool next to yours. Toru was in the process of making himself some coffee, and as always, pouring an ungodly amount of cream and sugar into it, rendering it undrinkable. He sat himself on the other side of Suguru as they began chatting about what they were planning for the day. 

“So,” Satoru spoke louder, addressing you, “the higher ups are trying to send me on a mission.” My mouth dropped open ready to protest. He seemed to anticipate your response, so he just leaned back in his chair, relaxed. 

“Toru, tell them no. We’re still on summer vacation. They can wait til we get back to school next week.” Your voice raised an octave. You didn't care if you sounded whiny, you were just upset he wouldn't be there to spend the rest of the break doing the fun stuff you had planned. 

“I know, imouto, I know. I tried worming my way out of it, but they seem pretty adamant that it’s me who goes.” He sighs, knowing this would be an argument waiting to happen. “You won't be alone, Suguru is staying here.” As if he was reminding you that your feelings for Suguru were inconceivable and he wasn't even worried that you were staying home alone with another man. You stilled at that thought, solidifying your original idea that Suguru most likely saw you as a little sister. 

“Ok,” You replied meekly, “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning.” 

“When are you coming back?”

“The day before school starts.” 

A week. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall. You must've looked pretty pitiful because you felt a hand patting your head comfortingly. You looked up to find Suguru smiling at you, his eyes nothing but warm. “It’s okay, we’ll find something fun to do.”

“And I promise, I'll make it up to you when I get back, imouto.”

And with that, you spent Satoru’s last day of summer on the beach's boardwalk. 

You awoke the next morning, similarly to how you woke up yesterday. The smell of tasty food in the air, and the birds chirping. The only difference was the slightly empty feeling of knowing your brother wouldn't greet you at the breakfast table this morning. He usually left for his missions early so you knew he probably left at six or seven that morning. Looking at the clock, you saw it was noon again. 

You were getting so much sleep this summer, it was pretty impressive. 

You dressed and walked to the kitchen. Suguru was standing there, clad in his apron, as you sat at the stool once again. “Morning, sweetheart.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to process the pet name. Again with these pet names. 

You should get checked up by a doctor with how often your hearts been acting up these days. He noticed your lack of response, and turned his attention to focus on you. He was hoping to test his luck with how “friendly” he could get before you said something. It was only pure luck that Satoru had been assigned to a mission which left his cute little sister and him alone at the house. For a week. 

“I was thinkin’ we could try something a little different tonight since Satoru’s gone.” He gave a closed eye smile, still warm, but you weren't able to see what emotion he held in his eyes. You found yourself just staring at him, not daring to let your mind overthink the implication of his words. Reminding yourself of your place in his perspective. 

Little sister. Little sister. Little sister. 

The words play on repeat. You nod your head in agreement. 

And that's how you ended up at a local tavern at 10 pm on a Saturday night. Suguru was right in thinking that Satoru would never take you to a place like this. It really wasn't Satoru’s vibe. But at least you seemed excited at the new environment. Your eyes looked around everywhere in wonder. But in honesty you were avoiding Suguru’s gaze. 

The two of you were seated at a round booth, and Suguru went ahead and ordered for the both of you. He was sure he had your favorites memorized at this point, and you were thankful since you had no idea what they even had at a place like this. You sat about a foot away from Suguru as the waitress brought back two tall glasses of an amber liquid. You looked at it in curiosity, wondering why Suguru would order this for the both of you in the first place.  

You weren't naive to the point of not knowing what beer was, but you still haven't ever had the chance to try it. Satoru was never one for drinking, and he never let you drink at the restaurants you went to in the past, even despite your pleading that you only wanted to try a little. You realized then that the waitress hadn't even ID’d either of you, as you finally glanced back at Suguru. 

“I figured Satoru probably keeps a pretty tight leash on you, huh?” His gaze seemed kind. “He’s just protective. He’s been that way since we were kids.” Suguru was the first to take a sip, then he nodded at you. You, having been so pressed before to try the drink, finally decided that maybe it'll help you feel more at ease. Now, It was hard to peel your eyes from him. He just looked so good sitting there, hair pinned back, with the same signature piece of hair that eluded his hair tie. His jawline, prominent and angular, and with his summer attire, even the muscles on his arms were on display. His eyes, which were normally so sharp, regarded you with warmth, and his smile never left when you spoke to him. You could only hope the beer would help with these nerves. 

After a few beers you felt a little more light. You were able to hold his gaze in its entirety while talking to him. And though the knots in your stomach were still there, it was easier to ignore them. 

“Y’know I didn't think you’d actually drink it,” You looked over to Suguru as the words seemed to come from his mouth. “And why not,” You challenged. “Just thought you wouldn't go against your brother's wishes.” The air hung stale with those words. Why mention Satoru here and now, and like this?

“I dont always listen to Toru, Suguru. He isn’t the boss of me.” There it was again, he thought. Your pretty little mouth saying his name so sweetly for him. His voice came out thick, low, and teasingly. “Yeah?” 

You looked over to him and saw his head propped against his hand, leaning onto the table, tilted back, looking down at you. You couldn't hold his gaze this time and averted your eyes to your lap, where your hands sat, picking at your nails. 

Hearing his voice drop like that had your stomach twisting, and you could feel your pulse quicken. The alcohol coursing through your veins only intensified the flush on your face, betraying your growing arousal. It’s pretty sad to admit, but your thighs clenched at this one word and you had hoped it wasn't obvious that he was kinda turning you on. This action did not escape his notice, though, as he stared down at you with an expression you could only describe as hungry. 

It was then you realized that while you both had been drinking and chatting, he had managed to scoot right next to you, his legs spread out, touching yours causing you to involuntarily shiver at this realization. You could feel the heat radiating from his proximity, making it hard to focus on anything else.

His gaze only intensified, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as his hand came to rest on your thigh, freezing you in your tracts. Your skirt allowing his hand full contact with your skin. He was waiting for you to pull away from him, but the moment never came. The contact sent a jolt of desire shooting through you, and you couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down your spine. His touch was both possessive and gentle, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. You hoped he wouldn't go up any higher, to find your panties were completely drenched. Or maybe that's exactly what you were hoping for. 

His voice, deep with a hint of amusement, pulled you back into the present moment. "You know, it’s so cute when you get all riled up." He let out a deep chuckle, loving the reaction he was getting from you. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "You say Satoru isn't the boss of you, then who is?" His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, teasing you. His lips were so close to your neck now, you could feel how heavy his breathing had become. 

His thumb continued to trace tantalizing patterns against your skin, he moved his lips closer to yours, teasingly hovering just out of reach. 

His question hung in the air, demanding an answer, but you were too lost in the moment to form a coherent response. Your mind was consumed with him, leaving you vulnerable and craving for more. If you had half the mind you normally had, you would tell him that no one was the boss of you. 

But the insatiable cravings that consumed you were evidence enough that Suguru owned you. It was as if he had become your master, dictating your every move and decision here and now. The overwhelming control he had over you left you feeling utterly weak and vulnerable, unable to resist his touch. Your every thought and action revolved around him, him, him, him. In this moment, it was clear that Suguru's control over you was absolute. 

It’s like he already knew the answer, reading your every thought.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the remaining distance between your lips. The world around you melted away as his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss, igniting a fire deep within your core. It was a kiss filled with an intoxicating mix of passion and control, an undeniable proclamation of his dominance and claim over you.

His fingers gripped tightly on your thigh, then trailed a little higher.  His other hand wove its way into your hair, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched your own. Your own hand found purchase on his thigh, returning the gesture. Every touch sent shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. The sheer intensity of the moment stole your breath away, leaving you shaky and wanting more. So much more.  

Finally his fingers made contact with your covered slit, feeling how wet you were for him. His touch made your mouth drop open just enough for him to slide his tongue inside you. Your small hand on his thigh was gripping so tightly, he was sure he'd have your fingerprints imprinted into his skin. You heard him let out a guttural groan, finally breaking away from the kiss, his lips finding solace in the crook of your shoulder. He didn't give you a chance to process anything as he began his assault on your poor neck, licking, sucking, and biting. “You’re so fucking wet, is this all from me?” His throaty voice caused your legs to clench as a whimper escaped your throat. He chuckled at your response, his face still buried in your neck, fingers still teasing your entrance, hand still tangled in your hair, keeping you in place. 

“Such a dirty girl, what were you thinking about to get you this wet?” You whimpered out again, not trusting your mouth to behave enough to give a response. He suddenly bit into your shoulder a little harder than before. “Answer me, doll. Use your big girl words.” 

“S-Suguru, please” You let out softly, his name accompanied by a quiet moan. “Please what, doll?” You didn’t even know what you were asking for at this point. You just didn't want him to stop. 

Could he even give you more? 

“Please, don't stop,” You whimper, “‘s so good, y-you feel so good.” He felt such satisfaction at hearing those words leave your pretty lips, his cock twitching to life within seconds from the sounds that came from your mouth, and the wet slick he felt through your panties. Fuck, he wanted to taste you so bad. 

He thought, despite where they were at, it was loud enough that no one would hear. And the round booth they were in was towards the back of the tavern. No one is close enough to hear your pretty little moans. 

He thinks he can get away with this much for now. 

His fingers finally move your panties to the side, finally touching right where he knows you’re craving him the most. “Want more, pretty girl?” He hummed against your neck. “Y-yes, please,” you begged, “Please, feels s’good, please.” He could practically hear the tears coming down your face, as your desperation shone clearly to him. 

He’d stop teasing you now, his own patience running thin, and gave in to your pleading. He stuck one finger into your cunt, not moving and feeling the way you clenched around him. Your slick letting him slide in easily but he could tell you were still tight as hell. He imagined how you would feel wrapped around his cock, crying that it was too much and felt too good. He couldn't help the soft moan that came from his own mouth.

To you it was a strain. His fingers much bigger than yours, and with him being the first one to do this to you, it was making your head spin. You couldn't control the loud moan that escaped your mouth, his mouth coming up quick to meet yours, keeping you quiet. 

His tongue was exploring every inch of your mouth, as he made escape for you close to impossible. Not that you really wanted him to stop. He soon stuck a second finger in, causing you to grip his thigh all the more tighter. His dick strained in his pants, as he started to fuck you with his fingers, slowly waiting for you to adjust somewhat. 

Shivers ran up and down your back as his large fingers stretched your pussy. He couldn't believe how incredibly easy it was for you to turn him on. He felt like he could cum from just this alone. 

His mouth finally went back to your neck, careful to not make any long term marks, tempted as he was to suck a large hickey on you. He heard your small quick breaths as you moaned his name softly for him over and over again. 

Yes. He could cum now without him even touching himself. He felt you clenching around his fingers, his thumb making contact with your clit every time he moved. He could tell you were close. Your body felt warm all over, and you could barely tell Suguru you were about to cum. The coil wrapping tight in your stomach as it finally snapped loose. You gushed all over his fingers, pussy twitching. You let out a final moan as you came down and rode out your high. His eyes were pulled back to watch your fucked out expression. 

He finally pulled his fingers from your pussy, taking along as much of your cum as he could and popped them into his mouth. You watched as he cleaned your climax off with his tongue. His eyes watching your every expression. All you could see was lust and adoration. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” He groaned out, eyes fixed on you, as he leaned in to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which only made you want to go again, and finally the two of you broke apart.

You retracted your hand from his thigh as you finally had “post-nutt” clarity hit you. Beer completely out of your system and mind clearer than when you first arrived at the tavern. 

Oh, shit. 

Oh, shit.

an: whole time i was writing this story line i was kinda thinkin like

p.1 p.4 - p.6

masterlist

#getou suguru x reader #dirty talk #geto suguru #high school geto #dead dove do not eat

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 4: Looking For Good

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary: Telling Steve she has a new ride to school doesn't go so well.

Warnings: Swearing (but what's new) Billy bullying Max briefly. Also, Billy pressuring reader (Jess) into letting him give her a ride. (I include this because the reader says no after second-guessing her decision, causing Billy to push back, which can have some underlying themes for some, and I wanted to be sensitive to that.) As always, please let me know if I miss anything.

Word Count: 2.4K

Author's note: I know I know, I haven't posted in forever. Moving back to the States was an EVENT, to say the least. I have also been working on this for a while, many chapters are already written and I'll post them as soon as I feel they have been reread enough for them to be slightly okay.

Jess awoke that Sunday morning as she did every Sunday morning: already thinking of an excuse to not attend church that her parents would buy into. Luckily, she didn’t really need to think of one for long as she already had plans to invite Steve over to finally “help” him with his physics project. She was surprised her parents haven’t taken the hint by now, considering that she has been avoiding that place like the 10 plagues of Egypt ever since she experienced the capabilities of the upside down, and of course, Eleven. But since skipping downstairs and laying out why she refused to go was a blatant impossibility, she merely explained that Steve needed her help.  Thankfully, she didn’t have parents like Steve. Instead of the guilt trip, she received a slightly disappointed “tisk” from her mother, who then told her they’d miss her. 

Jess watched as her parents exited through the garage door, which was located next to the pantry in the kitchen, then proceeded to dial the Harrington’s line. She knew Steve would be up, as his parents were always explaining how if he wouldn’t go to church, he at least needed to be productive on his Sunday mornings, which involved him getting up at the same time as Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, at least when they were home.

“Yup?” Steve’s voice was groggy and laced with what Jess sensed as resentment, most likely caused by his mother’s usual “seize the day” spiel followed by her opening the blinds that shielded Steve’s bedroom from the unwelcomed amount of light. 

“Good morning to you too, Harrington.” 

His voice seemed to pick up a bit when he heard who was on the other side of the phone. “Oh hey, Jess, how’s your morning been? Better than mine I hope…” Steve’s voice lowered to a whisper at the last part he added.

Jess ignored the question and went straight into asking him to come over so they could finally get his physics project out of the way. With the promise of Steve being allowed to hide out for the rest of the day at her house and an afternoon nap, he quickly agreed and was knocking on the Logan’s door in no more than 20 minutes. 

Steve set the box full of different shaped and sized lenses, stands, a light, and everything else Steve was instructed by Jess to bring. “So. How was Friday with Hargrove?” He visibly tensed as he said his name, shaking his head in disgust after thinking about it for too long. 

“It was fine.” Jess tried to avoid eye contact as she began setting up his quick focal point experiment, bringing out the ruler as she set up the first lens. 

“Fine? That’s all you have to say about a day with Hargrove? Fine?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at Steve’s response, “What did you expect?” 

“Really?” was all he could say. He flipped the switch of the battery-powered light to “on”, and then gave Jess a knowing, disapproving look. She didn’t even have to look back at him to know exactly what Steve was expecting: a disaster. 

“I mean, he, unfortunately, has a thing for my mom, I’m pretty sure. But it’s Hargrove. He’s gross. That’s about it.” 

Jess didn’t know how to tell him that it really wasn’t that bad, or worse, that she may have had an okay time studying with him this weekend. She was also now realizing she didn’t know how to tell him that Billy Hargrove was under the impression that he would be taking her to school tomorrow morning. 

She decided maybe the best approach was to do so while Steve was distracted, so as they continued replacing the lenses and repositioning the stand, she started out slowly. “So… you know how Max and Billy live, like, right down the street?”

“Uh-huh…” Steve didn’t look up from his notes, working out the equation for the last lens they set up.

“Well, Max and him were wanting to give me a ride Monday… To school I mean.” 

Unfortunately for Jess, he was well aware Max and him just meant him, so he looked up from his notes, amused at the thought of Jess turning him down. “Ha! Did Hargrove throw a fit when you told him ‘No’?”

“He didn’t really accept ‘no’ for an answer…” Not that I exactly tried hard enough to tell him “No”. 

Steve dropped his notebook on her coffee table with a plop and then turned back his attention to Jess, who was now holding a tight-lined smile on her face, ready for the anticipated ridicule she was about to receive. “Oh come on. You know, kid, you really need to grow a backbone.” 

“I honestly think you’re making it out to be worse than it is. I mean, Max will be there. Plus, it’d save you the time and the gas. I’m like the opposite direction of school for you anyways.” 

Steve considered this for about a millisecond before shaking his head rapidly, “I’m sorry, call me crazy, but it seems like you want him to pick you up.” When Jess didn’t answer right away, he continues, “Oh Jesus H, you’re not serious!” 

“No! I don’t want him to, but I mean… I think he just wants to study one last time before school, you know, for the quiz and stuff…”

“Look, I don’t like the idea of you around him. When I came to that night in the back of that car and you weren’t there, I freaked.” He then lets out a sigh before continuing, “You just need to be careful with him is all I’m saying.”

“I am.” But that was a lie. There was nothing careful about what was going on. There was nothing careful about him coming over to her room, being able to look through the intimacies of her life. There was nothing careful about spending time at his home, alone with him. There was nothing careful about allowing herself to laugh at his jokes, or allowing him to buy not only her but her parents dinner. And there was nothing careful about getting in the car with him, giving him permission to take her wherever he wanted.

As if reading her mind, he ducked down slightly to meet her gaze, “Jess. I promise. You’re looking for good where there isn’t any.”  He then gave her a sympathetic smile and picked up his notebook, continuing to jot down what he thought was the correct answer to the equation. 

After a few hours and many corrections made by Jess, they were finally done with the physics lab. She assured Steve they could pick up the materials later and allowed him the couch to take that nap he was promised, and after she made sure she heard him snoring, she grabbed three muffins from the container in the fridge and walked over to the Hargrove/Mayfield household.

As it was three in the afternoon, she wasn’t sure whether Billy would be home from work, but seeing his Camaro in the driveway answered her question of whether or not to knock on the door. It seemed as though Max and Billy were the only two home, something Jess was grateful for considering her first run-in with Mr. Hargrove was not as pleasant as most of her run-ins with other adults. When Max opened the door, she looked excited to see her, but immediately looked behind her and shut the door, holding in her excitement until she was sure Billy couldn’t hear. 

“Hey! Oh, you should have seen Dustin’s hair Friday! It was insane.” Max then realizes Jess is holding not one, but three muffins in her hand, and cocks her head to the left. “Are all of those for me?” 

“Well, one is, but I’m actually here to talk to Billy for a few seconds. Is he here?”

Max took one of the muffins, bit into it, and then proceeded to talk in between bites. “Ew. Why?” 

“It’s about him taking me to school on Monday…” 

At this, Max’s distaste turns back into excitement. “Wait, we’re taking you with us?” 

“Well, no, not anymore, I was thinking I’d stick to Steve taking me to school.” 

“MAX! WHO’S AT THE DOOR?!”

“NOBODY!” Max rolled her eyes before continuing, “Please, please, pleeeaaasee let us pick you up tomorrow. He might actually not be such an ass if you’re there.” As she finished her pleading, the door swung open, with none other than Billy Hargrove standing at the entrance. 

“Hey, princess, couldn’t wait to see me?” It was Jess’s turn to roll her eyes as she handed the remaining two muffins to Billy. 

“Hey! Why does he get two?” 

Jess ignored Max’s annoyed expression and proceeded to change the subject. “So I’m just going to ride with Steve tomorrow. Don’t worry about picking me up.” 

Before Billy could respond, Max continued from earlier, “Tell Steve we’ll bring you to school in one piece.” 

“You heard the little shit, we’ll make sure to take real good care of you. Plus, I need you in the morning.” 

“Why?” Max’s look of disgust made a return, which seemed to irritate Billy as he coldly looked back at her and ordered her back inside. 

“She can stay if she wants to stay.” Jess began to remember why she took a disliking to him in the first place. It was easy to forget how… awful... Billy could be if he wasn’t sitting there joking with you, actively trying to be nice to you. You’re looking for good where there isn’t any. The thought made Jess clench her jaw only slightly, but enough to make Billy notice. “Yeah, I’ll just ride with Steve. See you, Hargrove.” She then allowed herself to give him a short smile before heading back in the direction of her home. 

He had only watched her walk away for a second until he decided he needed to catch up to her, not liking how that conversation ended. Billy pushed the muffins at Max without thinking and started striding after Jess. “Hang on there, Logan,” he mocked the way she spat out his own last name, “You gotta help me study before the quiz.”

“I don’t gotta do anything.” There it was: the attitude that Billy was sure they have gotten passed. It made him pull his body back in recoil, being discomforted by the thought that she may not have been warming up to him this weekend after all. Sure, it really had only been two days, but he was enjoying her company, considering it was better compared to who usually kept him company, and he could have sworn she felt the same, at least a little bit? “Look, I already promised I wouldn’t say anything about our reading sessions or your dad, okay? You don’t need to keep an eye on me. I’ll see you for our next project.” 

“Keep an eye on you? Did I do something wro-“ 

“I don’t like the way you talk to Max.” She blurted out, which surprised both her and Billy, and when Billy couldn’t think of anything else to say, she continued, “I don’t like the way you talk to anyone actually. Or about anyone. Or with anyone. You- you’re just. You don’t…” Jess didn’t know any other way to say it, “You’re not a nice person, Billy. And I don’t have time for that. So thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested.” She stayed looking at Billy, who refused to look anywhere other than his feet. He began to run his tongue across his top row of teeth, mouth shut and downturned, and began to nod, as if he was thinking about what was said. He then looked up, still not at her, but to her house where he saw a familiar vehicle in her driveway: Pretty Boy’s BMW. 

Makes sense. He thought to himself. “So I’m guessing King Steve didn’t approve when you told him, huh?” 

The question irritated Jess even more. Not just for the mere fact that Billy didn’t believe she could make her own decisions, but just hours ago Steve accused her of the same. “I can decide for myself who takes me where. Thanks.” Silence. “Did you not listen to a thing I said? I said I don’t want to be around you because you’re an asshole, not because Steve said ‘no’!” 

“Oh no, I heard you, Jess. It just seems weird to me that last night you were completely fine with me taking you and now when Steve’s over, you tell me to fuck off.” 

“When did I ever say I wanted you to take me to school? When you asked me, or excuse me, told me you were taking me, did I once say, ‘yes’? Did I once ask you to take me to school?” Billy was now looking at Jess with an expression she didn’t recognize, which made her uncomfortable enough to look away. 

“Can I take you to school tomorrow, please?” But the softness in his voice jerked her gaze back to him, trying to analyze him, to see if there was any hint of insincerity. He quickly looked over his shoulder before continuing. “You’re right. I didn’t ask. And I’m sorry. You don’t have to say yes, but shi-Max wants you to come with, and, I… want you to too. So.” This made Jess furrow her brows. In some ways, he was right. She had every intention of going with him until this morning. She wanted to help him study, considering how much work he put into their reading sessions this weekend. But of course, Steve was also right. There was no way around it, Billy was a dick. To his sister, to his sister’s friends, to her friends, even to his own friends. 

When it was made obvious to Billy she didn’t seem ready to respond, he sighed and continued, “Look, I’ll be at your house at the same time I told you last night, if you don’t come out then I’ll leave, okay?” 

“I’ll help you study.” Is all Jess said in response to his offer, and began to walk back to her house. Billy took what he could get and nodded after she had already turned away, and did the same, returning back to his house. Billy didn’t realize that Max stayed out by their doorway, attempting to watch the whole thing. Before he could give her shit for being nosey, he replayed Jess’s words in his head. “Give me those,” is all he said as he took the muffins from her hands and went back to his weights.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove stranger things #billy deserved better #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy x reader #billy hargrove antis dni #antis dni #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2

[bucky-munson]

What's Hidden in the Shadows | 5

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Words: 1.3k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Steve Harrington X Plus Sized!GN!Reader

Warnings: Bullying, abuse, swearing, mean ass Billy obv

a.n: I think i hate this chapter other than the end tbh.. But here we go LOL

Taglist: @harringtonfan4 @jubilee40 @cevans-winchester

Look natural, just hand over the math answers like you always do and he'll take the cassette with it. You try to remind yourself that this is only a thank you and not an invitation for anything more but there's an unspoken fear of what you could be opening yourself up to. 

What if he shows the others? What if he laughs right in your face? What if–

"Got the math homework for me?" His voice rips you right out of your thoughts, the moment arriving faster than you hoped. 

"Y..Yeah, Billy, here.." You reply shakily, shoving your hand out in front of you. The bustle of the students around you is all but nonexistent as he snatches it away from you, gripping both the paper and cassette. Flipping his hand over, he looks at the plastic rectangle for a moment then cuts his eyes to you, but just quietly stalks off like he normally does. 

You release a sigh you didn't know you were holding as a different pair of footsteps approach you.

"Y/N, are you okay? I saw him over here, did he mess with you?" The gentle eyes of Steve meet yours as he tilts his head. 

"Huh? Oh no no, he just forces me to do his math homework," you sigh, but give him a slight pout. "Can we talk though? I… Want to apologize.." His lips twitch and you can tell he wants to object but he simply nods, letting you continue. 

"I'm sorry for Saturday.. I was having a good time but I guess everything got a little overwhelming. I totally understand if you think I'm a weirdo or some–" The words fall out in a jumbled mess as you try to explain yourself but he quickly cuts you off, resting his hand on your arm gently. 

"Hey, it's okay.. I don't think you're weird or anything like that, it was probably just a lot to handle.. We can try again if you want to! Go somewhere not so busy or crowded? I was.. Having fun too.." A smile dances across his lips and you can only give a small nod in response. 

The bell brings both of you back to the present as the other students scurry to get to their classes but Steve just fixes his bag on his shoulder. He offers a nonchalant "we’ll talk later" before heading off to his class as well and it's only then you notice the blue eyes of Billy piercing right into you. Surrounded by Tommy and a couple other members of the basketball team, there's no chance he'll approach you so you take the moment to press a hand to where Steve's was on your arm, trying to remember the warmth of his touch for a second longer before heading into the class yourself. 

Returning to so-called normal seemed to be a thought left in the past and within days you find your thoughts being almost controlled by the idea of the two men. Fire and Ice you called them, in a poem submitted for a quick English grade, which earned you the stage you now regretted being placed on. 

“It’s beautiful, y/n, read it aloud for us, the rain will set such a perfect mood” Ms. O’Donell urged, thinking she was just showing off a prized pupil. Little did she know you would have rather withered away in the hard desk chair, but since there was no fighting here you stood, essentially pouring your heart out to the class. 

“Fire promises freedom with a smile. One that burns so deep you unknowingly fall. There’s a row of ash following his touch, will you also fall apart in his wake?” You start, staring down at the paper clutched in your grasp though you’d remember the words in your sleep. A hush falls over the class, allowing you to take a slow breath before continuing.  

“Ice craves a warmth to melt the frigid exterior built by a tundra surrounding him. Will you give yourself to the crystal eyes who watch from afar? Even if it takes everything from you?” 

A couple students clap softly and Eddie showers you in compliments about how “Fire and Ice could totally be the name of a novel,” but you can’t stop the knots twisting into your stomach when Billy suddenly stands and storms out of the classroom. An unusual outburst from the otherwise cool exterior he kept up, but with the lunch bell ringing not long after it’s soon forgotten. You try to forget too until you hear the back door of the school shut as everyone is stampeding the opposite direction towards the lunchroom. So with a sigh you decide that if there was ever a time to bite the bullet it was now and before you let yourself back down, you’re following the figure out of the school. 

There’s a moment of hesitation when you lean around the corner but Billy is already there waiting, seemingly banking on the fact that you would follow behind him. He grabs your wrist tightly and forces you behind him, heading deep into the hazy woods; Uncaring that both of you were going to be completely soaked.

“Is this some sort of game to you? Am I the ice waiting to be melted, some sort of mystery for you to unfold?” He spits angrily once you’re far enough away. But he doesn’t bother letting you get more than a weak whisper of his name out before continuing. “I don’t even know what it is about you that has me so worked up, you’re just another nobody here at this hick school!”

“Billy,” you try again, but he just keeps letting everything come out.

“And this note?” Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the crumbled scrap, reading it verbatim as he ignores you asking why he’s carrying it around. “ ‘Thanks for everything, Billy. You didn’t have to save me, but I appreciate that you did. Even if your driving is shit.’ Do you think you’re getting anywhere by being cute? I just know what happens when people see those bruises.”

Both of you watch the other silently, Billy’s shoulders tensing as he realizes what he just admitted to you. 

“Billy.. What do you mean you know what happens..” And without thinking you’ve pulled the pin on a hand grenade. The glassy look from the car ride before returns in his eyes but his voice remains steady as he breaks completely.

“What do you want me to say, y/n? That my dad hits me? I’m not a pussy like you, I can handle it. Do you see any bruises on me? No and you won’t”

“Hey, I didn’t–” 

“And hell, I’m a fucking rockstar around here! Everyone falls at my feet and begs for attention! From whiny little bitch boys like Tommy all the way to housewives looking to relive their glory years! So the old man must have done something right!” He’s trembling now, looking everywhere but at you as you cautiously step closer to him. “Don’t even think about pitying me, especially not you.” 

You expect him to jerk away when your hand rests on his forearm but he doesn’t, almost relishing in a touch that wasn’t expecting the fake Billy everyone thought he was. 

“I’m not pitying you, Billy. But you helped me so I just wanna know how I can help you,” you keep your voice soft, the rain pattering down around you. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, tears streaming down his cheeks, but then he peels your hand off his arm to hold it shakily. It’s almost unbelievable to see him like this, the confident facade gone, but if it was silence he needed, you would give it to him. 

His arms snake around you and he holds you to his chest firmly, content to stand in the pouring rain for as long as you’d let him. 

“What did we do to deserve this?” He mutters softly, hiding his face in your shoulder but you know there’s no response you can give that will suffice. 

“Nothing, Billy.. We don’t deserve this..”

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #steve harrington #stranger things

[lizzzylovee]

Eywa’s Vision

Chapter 5: Bittersweet Jubilee

Summary: Born with the ability to receive visions of the future, Kani must choose to abandon what she knows to aid in Navi that she's never met.

MDNI

AN: This chapter wasn’t the most satisfying to write, but it was necessary to set up the plot.

CW: cussing, vulgar language, degrading comments, choking, mention of weapons, fighting, mention of wounds, jealousy, smut-ish (we’re almost there I promise T.T) threatening, mention of blood, fainting, angst/anger

If I forget any I’m sorry!

Wk- 6.2

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Despite the difference in cultures, it seemed as if no matter where, the rainy season was always a time to rejoice. Living off the land means being very aware of the conditions of the nature around them. The Rainy season brought new life, and with it, a reason to celebrate.

Many in the clan were busy preparing, from checking previous done tasks, to last minute preparations. A group of girls found themselves refining their dance costumes, fingers moving expertly.

Kani had many talents, whether it was flying, fighting, singing or dancing, costume making was not one. That was reserved for Tal'i. Still, she tried as much as possible to follow the directions of her sister in law, mixing in crystals and feathers, intertwining with the colorful clothes from their clan. The Kekunan sisters chose to stick with the customs found from back home, while Kiri was content sticking to hers.

A silence found its way between the group, all focused on their individual pieces, finishing up last minute changes. All of them were different, with similar themes that would tell outsiders that they were from a different clan, proud of their heritage.

The silence was welcomed, finding its way to relaxation that seems to lack on the days closer to the festival. Kani allowed her mind to blank, no thoughts, simply intent on the finishing touches for her costume designed by the designer of the family. She was grateful for Tal'i's guidance and willingness to make the majority of the piece, leaving Kani to do the finishing touches herself.

A throat being cleared brought her out of the haze, making her lift her head to search for the cause of the noise. Finding her family looking everywhere but her, she turns to look at Kiri, who was already looking at her. Lifting an eyebrow, she doesn't say anything.

"So I heard that Spider was seen running for his life from the healing tent, though when others asked why, he refused to say anything. Any clue why that was?"

Kani was silent, watching the facial expressions of the girl instead. Though mostly blank, a small lift on the corner of her lips gives away the humor she tried to hide.

She shakes her head, "If I told  you the reason why, you would regret the fact concerning it's because of your brother. And besides, it's not our fault that Spider failed to hear what was going on before entering the tent." She sends a wink in Kiri's direction, laughing at the reactions she received.

Most would be mortified, unable to stand even talking about the situation, but not her. Kani wasn't ashamed of the fact that she had accepted the man that pursued her, nor the fact that they celebrated the acceptance, exploring the other bodies and enjoyed every second of it. Now she knows she should feel bad for Spider, but the fact that he was one of them, made it hard. The way that she saw it, Neteyam only acted on instinct, and she wasn't going to punish him for it. Most Navi males were protective of their chosen ones, and to be found in a vulnerable position, he did what he saw fit. Shrugging her shoulders, she continued on with beading the crystals around her.

The other girls seemed to pick up on that fact, many understanding, already knowing that if their men were in the same situation, it would end up with the same outcome. Grateful that Neteyam still had some restraint, she was happy that Spider didn't actually end up hurt, even if his ego was. Kani tried to be sympathetic to Kiri, knowing that she had a close bond with the human boy, but it seems as if something, or should she say 'someone' has been keeping her pretty occupied.

Even after the dismissal of Spider, Kani wasn't privy to telling everyone she crossed paths with the new development between the future clan leader and herself. She wasn't ashamed, but she wasn't going out of her way to share the information either, if they knew then they knew, not her fault if they didn't. Her life wasn't anybody's business.

Loud singing announced their arrival before the disturbance of the door did. Lo'ak, Zernem, and Spider made their presence known, circling around the girls, giving the respective greetings. Swatting her brother's hand away from her ear, she returns his greeting with a low hiss. Lo'ak settled next to Mai, boldly wrapping an arm around her shoulder much to her embarrassment. Zernem attempted to lay his head on Kiri's lap, only to end face first on the floor. Spider settled into the empty space by Lo'ak, looking everywhere in the room but at Kani herself.

She returned her attention to finishing up her costume, not being bothered by the fact that Spider gave her a wide berth. From the stories she's heard, Spider was close to the younger members of the Sully clan, but was aware of where he stood with Neteyam, Jake, and especially Neytiri. She didn't have a hate for humans, her father was one at some point, but after experiencing the vision that led her here, she wasn't going to lie and say that she was comfortable, and a small part was grateful that Neteyam stepped in and made him give her space.

"You coming?"

Looking up, she stares blankly at her brother.

Returning the look, he asks again, "Are you mountain jumping or not hoe?"

Flipping him off by reflex, she nods, "I will gladly take the opportunity to whoop your ass."

Lo'ak is quick to cheer, ignoring the bickering siblings. Taking their costumes, the girls put the items up, careful to not undo threads that took hours to weave. Kiri places her piece by Kani's, as she was getting ready with the girls later that night. Making way out of the tent, she smirks to herself as Spider scrambles out of her way, heading around the maze of huts, eyes set on the clearing, calling for her Ikran.

Smiling at the beautiful creature, a sense of sadness enters. There were a few moments, though sparse, that she misses her old life. The constant music and dancing, the familiar feeling of flying, jumping from mountain to mountain, hunting for her clan. All these things made up her daily routine, and being away from it does take a toll.

A pair of hands cover her eyes, chest pushing up against her back. She smiles, smelling the familiar scent of her man. Light kisses trail her neck, making laughter erupt from her chest, hugging the arms around her closer.

"Booo!"

Dodging the rock from her brother, she spins to face Neteyam, "We're going mountain jumping, you joining?"

"You know you don't even have to ask yawne, I'd follow you anywhere."

Lifting up to her toes, she sends him a sweet kiss. Pushing away from him, she continues checking the saddle. The rest of the group follows lead, mounting their own Ikrans with Spider climbing onto Lo'aks. Letting out yips, Kani takes off. Without looking back she pushes herself faster, determined to beat her brother already knowing he was going to make a competition out of everything. And knowing that Kiri was joining them, he was going to do his best to show off. She would never attempt to sabotage her brother's chance with a girl, but it was her birthright to keep his ego in check.

Gaining elevation, she hollers out. The higher she gets the lighter her heart feels, all the stress and build up falls. Mountains appear around them, vines and waterfalls weaving in and out. Reaching high altitude, she slows, stopping completely. Breaking tsaheylu she leans back, falling off her Irkan completely. Diving head first, she screams letting out all the emotions in her chest. Breaking through the clouds she spots her group, seeing a mix of reactions. Tal'i and Naya'il cheered her on, leaving Zernem unimpressed. The Sully family however, looked mortified. She sees Neteyam dive, trying his best to catch her. Letting out a series of yips, she rights her body and lands on her Ikran diving up from below.

Neteyam considered himself a very level headed person, but when Kani was involved, all of that went out the window. Neteyam continued diving down, only to make eye contact with her shooting in the complete opposite direction. Laughing in disbelief, all he could do was shake his head not believing how crazy this girl is.

Finding a cluster of mountains, Kani lands swiftly with the rest following. Smiling wide, she looks at the group around her, making eye contact with all. Slowly turning her head, she looks at Zernem, seeing he's already locked onto her. The two refused to break eye contact, sizing each other up. The older girls roll their eyes, used to the petty games they play. The Sully's watched, unsure how the interaction is supposed to go being it's their first time, Spider in between Lo'ak and Kiri. Neteyam only finds his gaze on Kani, admiring the new aura that surrounded her. He knew that she had been having a hard time, even if she tried to hide it. His chest ached, hating the way the girl's light seemed to dim over the time.

Making up her mind, Kani takes off, Zernem quick on her heels. Not knowing what else to do, the crew follows. Tal'i and Naya'il kept up easily, laughing with joy, heads thrown back. Neteyam zoned into watching the others before moving, copying their movements, in taking information. Lo'ak and Kiri were slow in running after, keeping in mind their human companion. The Sully's had a hard time enjoying the moment, only doing this process when necessary to claim an Ikran, not doing this for fun. Jumping in the air, Kani latched onto the hanging vines, shrieking when she swung into the falling water right by. Using more upper body strength than she's had in a long time, she scales the vine, pulling herself over ledge getting on her feet fast as possible with Zernem on her heels. The process continues, the laughter on the Kekunan Clan infectious, making the Sully's join in feeling freedom high in the clouds.

Coming to one of the highest floating mountains around, Kani saw the drop off approaching. Refusing to give up her title to her brother she let out yips with Zernem doing the same, both knowing whichever jumps first wins. The crew was present but only Kani and Zernem kept up speed, the rest slowing down. Giving trust, Kani's foot landed on the edge, strong legs propelling her off. Last thing she caught was the foul mouth of her brother before latching on to her ride. Letting out victorious yells, she flips through the air smiling big. Chest heaving, everyone joins in, as if the rest of the world's problem fades away.

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Dancing was a high point in her culture, telling stories as old as the beginning of the first Toruk Makto. She was proud of her heritage, enjoyed taking part in singing the songs of her people, dancing to the beat of the drums. A hard pressure fell on her chest, feeling suffocated making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up, clouding her vision. Attempting to look up, she tries her hardest not to let it fall, knowing that once it starts, she'll have a hard time stopping. A sob makes a way out, and knowing she's fighting a losing battle, she lets them fall.

Choking on her own tears, Kani curls into herself hugging her arms around her knees. Sobs wracked her body, desperate for air to enter her lungs. Pouring out her despair, a strong pair of arms wrap around her. Leaning into the familiar embrace, she lets in the warmth provided by her brother.

His heart hurt. He knew this move was hard, and while he knew it was the hardest on her with her shouldering most of the responsibilities, attempting to take the brunt of it all to prevent it from being harder on her family, he didn't know it would end like this. Zernem tried to follow in the footsteps of his oldest brother, to lead strong and be resilient with whatever life threw at him. After Tsuten came into the picture, he had two figures to look up to, and while it wasn't the same as having his father around, Zernem was grateful for the endless love he receives daily from his family. With being a year older, he expected to be the leader between the two, but ever since they were kids, Kani took the lead holding on his hand tight by guiding with wisdom that went beyond her years.

He remembers that moment all those years ago, Kani woke him up in the middle of the night, telling him stories that came to her, only for it to happen later on. His family didn't know how to take it, at first passing it off as childish fantasies, only to sit baffled seeing first hand the events play out. They clung to each other, young enough to enjoy childhood happiness without the stress of having the responsibilities of being the oldest. The love-hate relationship between the two covered up the fact that without words, they would be there for each other, backing the other up without question.

Another pair of arms wrap around, layering on top of another. The circle grows, ending off with Heatey holding the group together. They all felt the weight of the transition on their shoulders, doing the best to make light of the situation. Leaning on each other, they knew that if they had the choice to do it again, they would do it in a heartbeat. They trusted and believed in their sister's visions, having grown up with it their whole lives. She chose to follow the will of Eywa, and they would be there every step of the way.

Sobs slowed, the warmth and comfort from her family seeped into her, and with how she was feeling she soaked it up. The crying ceased, the group rocked from side to side to soak up the moment. Uncurling from herself, arms loosen around her eyes scanning the person by them to make sure everyone is okay. Kani stares at the ground in front, before making eyes with Heatey,"I have loved you since you were born, and we all will continue to love you til Eywa calls us back home."

Foreheads touching, the family basks in the moment. Gathering up the strength, the family wordlessly continues on with the day's activities, knowing the festival is coming close to starting. Due to the request of her mother, Kiri chose to get ready in her family hut, with the families coming together at the start of the festival. With the option of adorning the Omatikaya's clothing, the family respectfully chose to follow in the steps of their home village.

Array of colors were chosen, paint and crystals litter their bodies. Feathers were expertly placed, in representation of Ikran's their clan was known for. (Think of Carnival outfits lol)

The darkening sky announced the arrival of the eclipse, and being firm believers of being fashionably late, they made their way to the heart of the village.

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Neteyam never liked these parties, but being the future clan leader made attendance mandatory. He liked his fellow clan members but he was never the social butterfly, that title belonged to his brother. He was able to admit that while the party wasn't his scene, he enjoyed seeing the people let loose and gather in celebration, his parents in particular. Though he didn't usually partake in it, he found himself sipping on the fermented fruit juice, allowing the drink to soothe his nerves.

Leg bouncing, he scanned the crowd, hoping to catch the one he was searching for. He sat with his siblings, the older three with identical drinks in their cups. Some friends lingered around the group, though Lo'ak was the one doing the most entertainment. Ignoring the presence of the human loitering around him, he finished off his drink, standing with the intention of refilling his cup, only to stop with the sight of the group of foreigners joining the clearing.

He knew their customs included bright, boisterous colors, but never had Neteyam felt more entranced in the clothes they wore until now. Eyes took in the individual design of the family, each completely different, but somehow complemented the one next to them. Narrowing in, he spots the one his heart desires. Jaw slacked, he soaked in on the sight in front of him. Her clothes, or lack of clothes, consisted of clusters of crystals covering her most intimate parts, gleaming in the firelight, strung together to mix in feathers, all in different shapes and sizes. A mirial of paint adorned the spots her clothes didn't meet, art that seemed to enhance her natural curves, swirling together in such a way that made him feel like he was in a trance. Watching the way her body seemed to prance, curves moving gracefully, walking with pride knowing that she was a walking personification of her home tribe.

The clan made way for the family, some still wary despite the time spent with them. They passed them, giving their respects to the clan leaders before allowing themselves the ability to enjoy the festivities. Watching them pass, he glances to see his brother in the same position, stopping the conversation he was in entirely, in favor of watching the family walk by. They made quick work of giving respects, knowing the clan leaders had other people to attend to, while simultaneously trying to enjoy the night themselves.

Making her way through the crowd, all but her oldest siblings following along knowing each of them had a specific person in their mind to see, Kani spotting just the people they were searching for. Seeing the man she yearned for already waiting for, she happily pranced over. Hand touching his cheek, she placed the other on his chest, halting his movements to close the distance between them, "Now don't tell me that I spent all that time getting ready, only for you to ruin it just seconds of seeing me." she questions, a knowing smirk on her face. Neteyam's eyes widen in surprise, but he catches himself just as fast. Leaning down, he allows his lips the opportunity to ghost over her ear, lowering his voice to prevent others from hearing ,"I plan on ruining more than just the paint that covers your body yawne."

Dodging the comment she bites her lip, glancing down to the empty cup held in his hand, taking the other in hers to pull him along after her, as he follows without question. Kani turns her head to holler over her shoulder, "I'm going to borrow him for a second!" only to realize the group was already preoccupied. Mai and Lo'ak in deep conversation, mostly likely with him embarrassing himself only for Mai to laugh at his antics. Zernem sat on the other side of Kiri, making occasional glances at Spider on the other side. Zute and Tuk already took off, Zute following along knowing that Tuk was the more social between them.

Coming up the the barrels that held the fermented juice, she made quick work of refilling Neteyam's, then filling up one of her own. Taking a sip, a slight scrunch of her nose made her opinion of the drink to Neteyam, who laughs at the cute expression on her face. Hidden on the outside of the swell of bodies, he swoops down to lock her lips with his, stealing a kiss before leaning back.

"It tastes delicious to me."

Shoving a hand to his chest only for a hand to fly up to keep it there, the couple laughs, basking in the aura of the other. Content, she looks around to see the older members of her family split between the musicians setting up, only to find Heatey missing. Alarmed, she scans around before finding him talking to Jake and Neytiri, seemingly deep in conversation. Shaking her head, she intertwines her fingers with Neteyam, guiding way back to their group, Neteyam happily following along.

Sitting down next to each other, they find themselves on a cluster of logs. Though it was mostly a mix of her family with the Sully kids, there were a few other faces. Some she recognized from her time helping around the village, others seemed new. She melted into the side of Neteyam, merely listening to the conversation that floated around. Wanting to feel closer, he draps an arm over her legs, settling a large palm on her outer thigh. The drown of people made her tune out the happenings of what was going on around her. It wasn't until the deep beats of the drums started, that made her break out of her trance.

Between the warmth of the liquid of her cup, and the hypnotizing beat of the tempo, she felt the calling to get up and dance make her twitch in her seat. Scanning around her, the females of her family felt the same calling. It wasn't unusual for them to start the festivities back at home, bouncing the energy off each other before pulling others in to join. It seemed as if it was no different in the presence of another clan, starting up just like it never left. Placing her drink in his hand, she bends down to lock their lips, sending a quick smile before bending over to grab Mai's, stealing her from Lo'ak before making way to the opening clearing around the fire meant for dancing bodies. Lo'ak looked after the disappearing girls, to turn his head to his brother, "Yo girl just stole mine." Not knowing what to say, Neteyam just shrugs his shoulders back in response, both hands full with drinks.

Tal'i and Naya'il meet up with the younger girls, almost as if they all shared a singular mind. The beat of the drums intensified, yet it seemed as if nobody else had the desire to dance such as they did. Backing away from another, the girls circled the fire. Finding the beat similar to one that was often played at home, they allowed the beat of the music to carry their bodies. (think of a mix of belly dancing, and dutty wine, and hula dancing all mixed) Matching with the beat, their hips moved, synching up with one another. The heat of the fire seemed to only intensify the feeling, their worries lifting into the sky only to mix in with the smoke.

Stalking around the fire, Kani took a second to close her eyes, almost to feel as if she had been transported back home. A smile so big that it felt like her face might break made way, replacing everything around. The girls were so immersed in the dance that coursed through their body that they didn't pay any attention to those around them, that even Mai seemed to have forgotten her usual shyness.

The clan around was quick to notice the show being put on, and while some were not fans of the family, none could deny the beauty of the dance. The fire in the middle seemed to burn bright, growing higher in the sky, almost as if the flames themselves joined in, singing its praise of the dancing figures around it. Even with the clan's eyes locked onto the figures around the fire, two seemed to be stuck, both having very similar thoughts. Even though both were enjoying the show being put on, loving the movements and the happy expressions on their girl's faces, they wanted nothing more than to take them away from prying eyes, sweeping them away to a secluded spot, securing a private dance themselves.

With the finishing beats of the song ending, the girls split off, sending smiles full of love at each other. Making their way back to the group, of all that seemed to be standing, Mai made way to Lo'ak first. Sweeping the girl off her feet, he was quick to shower praises in her ears, knowing the exaggerated praise was already enough to make her faint.

Walking closer, Kani raises an eyebrow, taking notice of the eagar, if not dark look of Neteyam, she notices a figure much closer to him now than before she had left to dance. With the evening moving on, the bodies attending the party were starting to feel the effects of their drinks. No longer caring about the paint, knowing the distance of the fire and her sweat from dancing already managing to smudge it, she presses her body against his, not taking her eyes off the girl. Eyes narrow slightly, only to tilt her head realizing where she had seen this girl from. She was one of the girls from the clearing that had approached Neteyam and his friends, while Kani had watched while picking fruit.

Saying nothing, she turns her head back to Neteyam, eyes locking. A silent conversation flows through them, both feeling the need to hide away from the festivities, rather wanting to enjoy the celebration in their own way. An unknown hand touching Neteyams arm instantly makes Kani go alert. Following the arm to identify who the fuck was touching her man, she can only stare in shock to see the same girl she had recognized just seconds ago. Alcohol coursing through her body makes her mind fuzzy, unable to comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, only knowing that she bypassed Kani's existence completely, only turning her attention on Neteyam. Looking at the face of the girl, she looks down to see the hand that had yet to move. Frozen, a couple of beats go by, until she sees fingers move side to side, caressing him.

Heated, before her mind can catch up to her actions, Kani's hand shoots out, wrapping a single hand around the girl's neck. Stepping forward, she backs her away, a hiss leaving her mouth. Before being able to apply more pressure, Kani is pulled away just as fast. Now either she had way too much of the strong juice, or her world was tipped upside down. Putting her arms out to still herself, she realizes that she was quite literally, upside down. The sounds of the party die down the further she is taken away, and by the look of the ass in her face, a very nice ass she may add, it was Neteyam that was carrying her over his shoulders. The sounds of the forest take over the beat of the drums, signaling to her that in just a matter of moments, Neteyam's long legs put much distance in between. Coming to a stop, she's dumped back over, hands holding tight while she finds her own balance. Righting herself, she looks at the man in front, and while confusion over the last few minutes clouded her mind, anger made quick work to take its place.

Smacking his hands off her skin she backs up, lips snarling at him. She stalks around him, and while she was known for having a temper, the alcohol made her lips looser, "What the fuck was that?! Not only did that bitch have the nerve to touch, no, no, no, caress you in front of me, you choose her side by fucking stopping me?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

Taking her by surprise yet again, she finds herself face first against a tree, both arms held behind her back by a single hand. Breath caught in her throat, she had half a mind to curse herself for drinking so much that allowed this man to put her in such a position, though the anger she felt right now was doing a great job of sobering her up. She felt him press his heated body against hers, feeling his ragged breath against her ears, making them flick sporadically.

"Let me take a second to remind you of your manners yawne, while explaining to you just 'what the fuck' just happened," his legs kicked hers apart, "that girl is a simple low life that is known for getting at anyone with some authority to their name," a strong thigh settles in between hers, "I have turned her down multiple times, making my intentions, or lack of, known to everyone around," the hand not holding onto her arms slithers around to her front, sliding down to her lower stomach, "and in response, I have every intention of making you understand that no one else compares, no one else controls me like you do. You are fucking mine, and I think it's time for you to realize that I am yours."

Before she has a chance to open her mouth to contort a response, his fingers dip underneath her loincloth, latching onto her bundle of nerves, pressing down hard enough to make her see stars, only to soothe it by drawing quick circles. His lips find hers, consuming the moans let out by his ministrations. His hand gripping her arms pulled her body back, meeting the bulge between his legs. Feeling her breath quicken he pulls back and lets go of her arms, allowing her to catch herself against the tree. Making quick work of the cloth around her hips, it falls to the ground, pooling at her feet. A strong hand presses into her shoulder blades, applying pressure until her hips poke out, exposing herself to him, bathing him in her intoxicating scent. Mind hazy, the height of their arousal makes them dizzy. With one hand on her hip, the other hand on her shoulder blades travel down her back, until a lone finger trails up and down her slit, moisture coating the tip. He takes his time, watching her body language for any signs of discomfort, knowing that while he had more experience, the lack of hers makes him both cautious, and very, very, very, fucking hard.

Her mind is fucking spinning, though not from the alcohol she consumed, which was long gone, but from the feelings he gave her. Never once while touching herself has she felt this before. His fingers teased, and all she wanted to do was give herself to him. And she wanted him to fucking take it. Growing tired of the feeling that never would feel like it's enough, she pushes back, allowing his fingers to slip in slightly. A shaky moan leaves her, and it felt like her legs would give out at any minute. Coming to the conclusion that it was her attitude and temper that got her here, she figured that if she said it nicely, then maybe he would give it to her.

"Please."

Hearing her utter that sweet word from sweet lips, his heart melts knowing that he couldn't deny her, even if he wanted to. Which he really didn't fucking want to. Gripping harder on her hip6, he eases a finger in with slow, short strokes. Curling them slightly, he sets a slow but steady rhythm. The sounds, by Eywa, the sounds she made. The more he moved, the more sounds and moisture came out of her. Eyes closed, she misses the way his eyes take her in. Slick hand works her over, tempo speeding up until she's shouting praises. He felt blessed by the sight, and with everything he has been through, fucking her with his fingers takes the damn cake.

She chants his name like he was  Eywa sent, like his main mission was to pleasure her for eternity, a task he would gladly take on. As he continues, the chants turn to incoherent babble, the spasms around his fingers signaling to him, her approaching end. Pressing a thumb to her bundle of nerves, he continued his pace, staying consistent to allow her to reach her peak. The spasms quicken, before clenching around him completely. He has seen many sights, but none would compare to this. He watches as she comes apart from him, body shaking with the force of pleasure racking her, searing it into his brain, storing it permanently. The sight was addicting, and was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He continues to stoke the fire, helping her ride it out. A strong hand holds her up. Easing out of her, he pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily.

He soothes a hand down her back, lovingly stroking, helping her back to reality. Bending down, soft kisses litter her body, basking her in the love he feels for her. He brushes his lips by her ear, "Don't doubt your place in my life. You are my most special person." With the height of emotions dying down, Neteyam comes to terms with the double standard. Not too long ago the situation was reversed, and never once did Kani ever reprimanded him. She understood the depth of his emotions, and allowed him to respond in the way he saw fit when he felt threatened by another male, human or not. It wasn't fair for him to dictate the way she chose to deal with a female that stepped out of turn. The urge to make her his returns tenfold, and he knew that solidifying the bond between them would ease the need to fight off what their subconscious mind's perceive as competition.

He showers her with praise, taking his time redressing her. He spins her around to face him, strong arms holding her tight, "I am sorry. You never said anything when I acted out, and I shouldn't have acted like that."

Kani melted, allowing herself to soak up the love and apologies from him.

"Let's get you cleaned up, the night is still young."

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Making way back through the crowd, a sharp pain splits down her face. Smoothing it out with her free hand, Kani rubs hard in hopes of making it go away. Following the strong back in front of her, Neteyam guides the two through the crowd making way to his parents. The couple is settled at the top of a moung, giving them plenty of ability to watch the festivities play out. The lateness of the night means that all of the occupants have paid their respects, conversations already had, letting the bask in each other alone. Spotting their eldest making way, they untangle from each other. Jake greets both openly, smiles warmly at them. Neytiri is more guarded with her welcome.

Taking in the couple in front of her, Neytiri ponders. She was not clueless about the union, her son had already stated his intentions to both her and his father. It had been many years since Neteyam had been allowed to take a mate but year after year, he chose to stay alone. It felt as if he would never choose, almost leaving the responsibility to her and Jake. Almost to the point of intervention, the foreigners arrived.

Neytiri knew that she made her displeasure of their presence very well known, only greeting out of respect while trying to keep distance. She watched with careful eyes as they integrated into her clan, and with surprise, she had been nothing but impressed. They were all respectful, diligent in their tasks only to finish and ask for more. They were one of the first to rise, and the last to return to their tent. She never heard a complaint, they adapted to their way of life and stayed respectful the entire way through. And it seemed she was not the only one, judging the look on her eldest face. The look is so familiar that it almost makes her chest ache, she sees the same look everyday from his father. Kani and her family came to them only with the wish to help assist, with matters that weren't their fault. She knew both of her sons were smitten with the clan, and after proving themselves time and time again, she wasn't going to get in the way of that. A smile takes over her face, looking with adoration at the young couple. Jake and Neteyam were engaged in conversation, both women content basking in comfort of their significant other.

Kani tried to be present, tried to pay attention, but sharp pains that started in her head traveled all over.  Teeth clenched hard in the attempt to mask the pain, the seconds ticked by as the conversation continued. Eyes fluttered closed in what she hoped looked fatigue, she lays her head on Neteyam's shoulder, his hand smoothing circles on her lower back. Nausea builds up from the pain,  making her alternate between holding her breath only to breathing in deeply. Hearing the conversation coming to a close, she opens her eyes.

Neteyam is the first to stand, hand clasped around hers to help her up. Nodding to his parents, eyes lock onto theirs as she stands, only to promptly roll into the back of her head, only the whites of her eyes showing. Her body locks up, blood streams out of her nose. Falling to her knees, a pair of hands catches her shoulders to prevent her from falling face first. Her body becomes boneless, slumping over in time for the entire world to go black.

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Galas, New Dates and Exes (Pt. 3)

Warning: drama, pregnancy loss, sad Bucky.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up and they see each other for the first time at one of Tony's parties. The only problem is, she has a new date.

Word Count: 1.5k

Comment if you would be interested in a pt. 4! Would you guys like to keep this as a mini series? (aka just two more parts?)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt. 5 Pt.6

“She never told him.” Natasha whispered, shocked. As the realization set in, she saw Steve marching towards the ex-couple in the balcony. She grabbed his bicep, “Steve, don’t.”

“Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of twisted joke? He has the right to know- do you have any idea of how heartbroken he’s been these last few months.” Steve shot back, anger slowly enveloping his whole body.

As Natasha heard what the captain was saying, she too felt her body consumed by anger. “Did you hit your head on something? Please tell me if you did because what you’re saying makes no sense! Am I supposed to feel bad for Bucky? I’m sorry the guy got what he deserved.”

“This is my best friend we’re talking about.” Steve warned.

“He’s been dealing with his consequences, while (y/n) has been dealing with the worst loss a woman could ever feel. I never had the chance to feel that, but after seeing and consoling (y/n) these last six months I’m glad I never got the opportunity.” She said, still holding him with a death grip.

“Let. Me. Go.” He said, he didn’t want to hurt his friend but in this exact moment the only thing he could think of was to tell Bucky what had really happened.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do.” Natasha matched his tone. As Steve tried to break free from the redhead’s grip, she quickly twisted his arm and pinned him to the ground. Taking the, now broken, champagne glass to his jugular.

This commotion obviously made everyone turn around. Even (y/n) and Bucky came running into the room. Sam, who had only just regained consciousness after the massive revelation came rushing towards the two.

“This is just a drinking game that we made up!” He said with a laugh, trying to diffuse the situation. “It may not seem like it but Steve is actually winning!”

The other people started laughing awkwardly, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room.

The only thing that was heard was Peter saying: “I knew you guys were in some sort of weird sex cult!”

“You know, I wouldn’t have imagined that America’s ass and perfect citizen Captain America, would be into these freaky things.” Tony said as he came over. “As for you, I expected none the less.”

The crowd started to separate, and Natasha let out a nervous laugh as she stood up and extended a hand towards Steve.

“She’s right Steve.” Sam said in a whisper. “This is between the two of them, we don’t need to be messing around with that.”

Natasha turned around to face Steve. “I’m sorry about that, but I made a promise to (y/n). I opened my huge mouth, I messed up. But I can’t let you tell Bucky.”

“You know he has the right to know.” Was the only thing Steve could say, looking out at where (y/n) and Bucky were. “He’s been devastated ever since they broke things off.”

“You know he was the one who started that fight. He may have had the right to know then, but after everything he did, he doesn’t have the right now.” Natasha said.

“Steve, you know Bucky is my partner, but she’s right. Whatever is in the past, leave it there.” Sam patted his friend on the shoulder.

“I was once in the past, doesn’t mean I should have been left there. She’s going to have to tell him at some point. If she doesn’t, I will.” Was the only thing he said before storming off to the bar.

Outside, a completely different conversation was taking place.

“You know I still want to be with you, why would you say that?” Bucky whispered.

“Buck, you know you’re only saying that because you’re jealous.” (Y/n) laughed, not being able to keep up her tough façade. She never could with him. As she turned to face him, she saw the thing that could always make her melt. His smile. It was hard to get a smile out of him, but whenever he flashed his pearly whites at her it was like a ray of sunlight flashed and all her problems disappeared. “What? You smiling because you know it’s true?”

“I’m smiling because you called me Buck.” He said, taking her hand and pulling up towards his lips. Planting a soft kiss on her permanently black and blue knuckles. She was always embarrassed of them, it was like she could hear her mother scolding her about not being lady-like. ‘Nice girls don’t have bruises all over their bodies. Do you know what people will think of you?’ She heard her mother say. ‘I’m more interested in boys not looking up girls’ skirts than I am about what irrelevant people have to say.’ She would always reply, leaving her mother speechless and her father proud. Even if she never heard it from her, she knew her mother was proud. She knew that they were smiling down at her.

(Y/n) knew she wasn’t supposed to enjoy the warm feeling taking over her body. She knew it was wrong of her not to pull her hand away and storm off. But she had been feeling so unlike herself ever since the breakup, she just wanted to feel normal again. “That is you’re name, is it not?” she hummed looking up from her hand to the pools of blue hues that adorned his face.

“You called me Bucky earlier, you only call me that when you’re angry.” Bucky said taking her other hand and pulling her closer to him. “And it was never a ‘you didn’t put your socks in the hamper’ mad, it was always a ‘you definitely crossed the line’ mad.”

(Y/n) decided to ignore his comment and rest her head on his chest, she knew everything she was doing was wrong but couldn’t help it. He kissed her temple and for a moment, it was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. Months of tears and red wine stained teeth simply vanished with one single kiss. Bucky took (y/n)’s hand and placed it on his shoulder, taking the other one to guide her to the beat of his humming. She didn’t recognize the song, he had played it for her once or twice saying it reminded him of the old days.

“Do you remember that time we were out in Madripoor? After that mission?” She said, lifting her head a little, only to see him looking back at her.

“You mean the time I got wasted on that strange liquor?” he laughed, the thought of her trying to drag him through the streets making him smile.

“Exactly!” She managed to say through huffs of laughter. “The night two-drinks Booze Bucky appeared!”

He kept humming and dancing with (y/n) for a couple of minutes before she knew it was time to separate. “We had some good times.”

She felt him tense up as soon as she said that. “We can still have them, we can even create more good memories.”

“You know we can’t handsome.” She managed to croak out, her throat closing up. She felt that burning sensation on her neck, it was as if her body was trying live in the memories.

“We can, I know we can.” Bucky looked down at her, his eyes pleading and his voice reduced to a whisper. “You know I want to, please tell me you do too. Those memories are all I have.”

“Memories are always better in your mind.” She said, shattering the dream-like moment they were living.

Bucky shook his head, trying to stop the tears from rushing down his face. His emotions bubbling up inside of him, he could feel a panic attack coming. “Take that off.”

The sound of his stern voice startling her. “What are you talking about?”

“Take that fucking jacket off.” He said once more, not being able to contain the stinging feeling at the corners of his eyes. “Just tell me that guy is here to make me jealous, that he means nothing and I’ll forget everything we said that night, I promise. Please just-please.”

(Y/n) saw him pleading, a side of Bucky that almost never came out. “Buck I need to tell you something about that nig-“

(Y/n) was interrupted by Pepper coming out into the balcony. “(Y/n)?”

As the former couple turned around, Pepper continued: “Nicholas just called, um-he- he wanted to know if he could have your number. Can I give it to him?”

(Y/n) felt torn between two worlds. Her past with Bucky or a new beginning with Nicholas. She knew her answer.

“Yes, you can tell him to call me.” She felt ashamed by her reply, Pepper nodded her head and started heading out. Before taking one last look at Bucky, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “Buck I just wanted you to know, we will always love you. No matter what.”

With an encrypted message, Bucky was left behind. Seeing the love of his life leave him, for the second time.

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Wine for Freedom-3

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Thranduil x F!Reader

Summary: The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroys Laketown and somehow becomes Thranduil’s new brewmaster.

Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.

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Chapter 3: Accidental Revelations

Meleth nin-my beloved Mellon nin-my friend Melda-Beloved/Dear Û-No/It isn't so Man cerig?-What are you doing? Aran nin-My King Hiril vuin-My Lady

I awoke to knocking on my door. I felt exhausted as if I hadn’t slept and I groaned loudly before telling whoever it was to enter. Calanthe slid inside, but froze when she saw me still laying on the bed.

“Are you alright, mellon nin?”

“I am just tired.”

“So I see. Did you perhaps drink too much?”

“If only,” I muttered.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, mellon nin. Can you help me out of this dress?”

“Of course.”

I stood, turning towards her, and allowing her to undo the laces and pulled it off. I grabbed my robe off the end of the bed and quickly pulled it over myself. I sat on the bed while she went to run a bath.

My mind was spinning when I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I flushed at the thought of seeing him again today, but found I was also excited to see him. I wondered how soon it’d be. Usually I didn’t run into him often, but perhaps he’d make an effort to cross paths with me today.

Calanthe called me over and when I stepped towards her, I inwardly cringed at the slickness between my legs, and hoped she wouldn’t notice. She left the room as I sunk into the tub and sighed, appreciating the hot water.

After exiting the bathroom, Calanthe stopped me with the concerned look across her face.

“Are you certain you are alright?”

“I promise, I am fine.”

“How was your dinner?”

“It was,” I paused for a second longer than I intended. “It was fine. I greatly enjoyed myself.”

“So I heard,”

“What?!” I sputtered out.

“The servants said you two got along quite well.” She said innocently.

“Oh well yes. Well actually he did ask if I wanted to return to Dale, but I said I’d stay if he’d have me.”

“How considerate of him, but I’m glad you will be staying. I do not know how often I would be able to visit Dale if you had decided to go.”

“I like the company here too much,” I cooed at her.

The elleth pulled a knee length dress out from my wardrobe and set it on the bed. She grabbed a short matching robe and black tights and laid them out as well. She went to clean up in the bathroom while I changed into what she had chosen. I preferred shorter dresses and tunics when I planned on working in the cellar. I was lacing my boots up when she returned and motioned for me to follow her to the vanity so she could fix my hair. Her lithe fingers wove between small strands and created a masterpiece with my typically unruly hair. I gently pushed on the braids admiring them in the mirror.

“I will never get over just how talented you are, Calanthe.”

“You honor me with such praise,” she giggled.

Walking down into the cellar, I mentally reviewed the new recipe I had thought of before drifting off. I had made a mulled cider before, but I wanted to try a different flavor for Galion and his quick thinking. Knowing he knew was mortifying, but I was grateful I had his loyalty at least for now. I was so lost in thought, I nearly missed a step. Luckily I was able to catch myself before falling.

“Careful, hiril vuin.”

A surprised scream shot out of me and I fell backwards landing hard on a step. Thranduil’s eyes widened before he tossed his head back and laughed loudly. I realized it was the first time I’d heard a real laugh from him. His normal reaction would have been to politely cover his mouth as he chuckled, but I guessed we were on different terms now. He approached and easily lifted me from the floor, setting me down on my feet. His smirk told me he was biting back a comment. He was wearing a long, deep blue coat embroidered with silver leaves that swept the floor and black plants, attire that was much more casual than what I was used to. Like most days, he wore a crown of branches upon his head.

“You startled me, Aran nin.”

“Hmm, I believe I asked you to call me by my name, Y/N.”

“Forgive me, I wasn’t sure if we were truly alone,” I looked behind me at the stairs. “Thranduil.”

All my anxiousness melted away now that I stood before him again. He was still his smug self, but I found I was enjoying his teasing.

“What are you doing down here anyway? I would think you have duties to attend to.”

“I thought I might sample some of your varieties.” He stepped away from me to browse my shelves. “I need to make sure I’ll enjoy what is served in my halls.”

“You seemed to enjoy the wine last night, but perhaps you’d like to try something different?”

He hummed and I led him over to the small table I had for when Galion and Elros stopped by. I pulled a few bottles and jugs off of the shelf bringing them to where Thranduil sat. Grabbing a small sampling glass, I uncorked a bottle and poured a small amount of wine for him. He sipped it slowly, savoring the flavor before commenting.

“A bit dry for my taste.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his haughtiness.

“However, it is acceptable.”

“And here I thought you’d enjoyed my creations,” I chided.

“Keep pouring.”

He tasted several more wines followed by a mulled cider he thoroughly enjoyed. He pointed at the last bottle, with a cloudy liquid inside. It was much smaller than the rest of the bottles, and had no handwritten tag like many of the ones kept on the shelf.

“And this one, Y/N?”

“It is something I’ve been working on. I finally got the concentration right, though I must admit, it tastes something awful.”

“I didn’t know you were making poison down here,” he said teasingly.

“It tastes awful, but it will get even you drunk in no time. It’s a liquor I had heard of but never had the right ingredients to make it. You’ve been so generous with access to your gardens, I wanted to try to make it for you.”

Without replying, he extended his palm and I placed the bottle in his hand. He eyed me as he hesitantly uncorked it and took the most delicate sip before gagging as it hit the back of his throat.

I couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from my lips as he tried to regain his composure. I gripped my stomach and leaned over in a fit. How can one so regal suddenly look so ridiculous? Thranduil had grown quiet and my laughing ceased as he stood quickly, his chair falling over backwards with how fast he moved. His lithe body towered over me, backing me up until I was against the wall. All his playfulness was gone and I felt my limbs go numb as he glared down at me. I cursed myself for overstepping.

“You dare poison me, woman?” He snarled as his arms caged me in. “That is treason.” The emphasis on the word scared me more. I began to stutter out an apology but his glare silenced me. Narrowed slits held my gaze as he leaned down, lips brushing against my ear, and smugly whispered.

“How should I punish you?”

With all of my might, I pushed him off of me. The nerve of this elf! He chuckled as he stepped back holding his arms up in mock surrender.

“Come now, Y/N, surely you knew I did not mean it.”

“I did not know!” I moved away from the wall and began cleaning up the bottles left on the table. I felt the urge to cry, but fought the feeling down refusing to embarrass myself further. I refused to face him again knowing I would lose my composure if I looked in those blue eyes. Feeling him watching me, I continued picking up the mess I had made ignoring his presence. What was I supposed to say to him now?

“Melda, come,” he said at my back. He turned me to him, looking rightfully apologetic. Brows furrowed, he cupped my face with one hand, holding mine in his other.

“I could never bring myself to raise a hand to you.”

His gentle caress combined with his soft words were making it harder to hold in the tears. Unfortunately, he noticed. He leaned down and pulled me into a soft kiss as he wiped my tears with his thumb. Thranduil’s lips traveled up my cheek, continuing on until he left one last kiss on my forehead.

“You are dear to me. Please believe me when I say that.”

“I do.”

“I am glad.”

Thranduil raised my hand, kissing my knuckles, eyes trained on my own. In turn, I pulled his hand towards me, surprising the both of us, and kissed his ring. Letting go, I stepped away and continued with cleaning up.

“I suppose I should let you get back to whatever it is kings do,” I threw over my shoulder.

“I suppose you are right,” he replied and headed towards the stairs. “I will have Galion fetch you for dinner.

“Surely you will be too busy for me,” I half-heartedly teased.

“Never.” He assured with a small smile.

Watching him start up the stairs left me smiling dumbly as I flitted around the cellar trying to busy myself. I picked up the chair off the floor and sat down, pouring myself some wine from the bottle Thranduil liked the best. I swirled the white wine in the glass admiring the golden hue it gave off. I had infused it with peaches I stole from the kitchen. I smiled at the memory and drank.

I heard footsteps behind me and called out to the person approaching.

“Have you changed your mind, meleth nín?”

“Meleth nín? I did not realize we were so close.”

I nearly fell out of my seat when I heard Elros’s voice instead of Thranduil’s. My face flushed and I turned to face the young elf as he strolled casually into the cellar silently hiding me. He pulled the chair across from me out and sat in it, silently poured himself a glass, leaned back and just stared me down.

“You spoke so freely a moment ago, meleth nín, what stops you now?”

“I thought I said mellon nin. You know my Sindarin is awful.” I chose deflection as the best tactic to escape this mess.

“And I’m a dwarf,” he countered. “Now tell me, was it Galion you were expecting?”

“Galion?! What makes you think I-,” I began but he interrupted me.

“I know it is not me you pine for. Feren is spoken for. Calanthe prefers the company of ellons. Galion is the only other person you enjoy the company of.”

“I am not in love with anyone!” I all but shouted.

“And yet, I believe you are.”

“You are impossible!”

He laughed at my anger and I very badly wanted to pour the rest of the wine on his head. I huffed, cheeks puffing out like a child throwing a fit.

“I will not say,” the elf promised.

“I cannot say. I do not even understand what is brewing between he and I.”

“I did not think Galion was such a complicated ellon.”

“I did not say it was Galion.”

He tilted his head in confusion and awaited an explanation. How could I tell my friend I was playing romantics with the king of all people? But Elros and I were friends. How could I not tell him? Before I could make up my mind, Calanthe entered the cellar, draped in a beautiful light green gown.

“Lady Y/N,” she greeted warmly. “Ah, hello Elros,” she added upon seeing my companion.

“Yes, mellon nin?” I asked, pleased with the momentary distraction.

“I wanted to inform you that King Thranduil has sent a dress for you to wear this evening. It is very lovely.”

Elros gasped in realization.

“Û!” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“Elros,” I pleaded.

“You and that thorny prick? Man cerig?” The elf growled out.

“I fear I am lost,” Calanthe spoke up.

“Alright!” I stood suddenly and ushered Calanthe into my seat before grabbing the bar stool I had in the corner and dragging it to the table. Perching on it, I poured the two more wine and composed myself. I did not plan on telling them all the romantic details, but I would tell them the truth.

“Allow me to start at the beginning.”

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She's Different

Izuku Midoriya x Reader x Katsuki Bakugou

Summary: You were different. Why couldn't he see that?

Warning: Alcohol mentions, PTSD mentions, a little angsty

Part 1:

Silence.

That's all he's known since you left.

How long had it been? 6 months.

6 months of silence.

5 months since Uraraka ended the affair.

4 months since he saw you were doing better.

3 months since he slipped from Number 1.

2 months since he'd taken up drinking.

1 month since he actually was a 'Hero'.

You had left him in a rut. The warmth and love he once felt from you that your aura had coated the house in now was cold and depressing.

He picked up the bottle of alcohol that sat next to him, the News Channel reporting of Dynamight and Shoto rescuing seniors from a villan attack on their care facility.

The anchor had asked the two how they felt and Dynamight couldn't help but wink into the camera, addressing someone personally.

That someone, Izuku knew as you.

"See you tonight, Princess,"

Izuku threw the bottle against the TV, smashing it and cracking the TV screen causing it to flicker out and go black.

Why did he have to suffer like this? Why did he give it all up? Why did he ever let Uraraka seduce him? Why had you walked out?

He grabbed his hair and grunted. His face red from alcohol as he felt his pulse race. A pressure built behind his eyes as water began to wet his lashes.

He missed you.

He missed your voice. Your laughter. The sweet smell of your perfume that sent shivers down his spine and clouded his head in the best way.

How you both used to curl into eachother late into the night or early in the morning and whisper sweet nothings to eachother. Nuzzling close and talking about the future you dreamed of together.

Or even the nights when he'd come home to you having an episode. A flashback, a trigger, anything that would set you off from your ex boyfriend. A man who used you and cheated on you daily.

He could pull you into a tight embrace and just hold you, let you cry and sob as he promised to be there. As he promised to love you.

Izuku had rescued you from him, just to turn out like him.

You had caught his attention. The way you smiled while lost in thought. The way your nose twitched when you laughed. How you would stop and admire flowers no matter where you two were. You never cared for his title of Hero. You'd fallen in love with Izuku Midoriya not Deku.

You'd bring him lunch when he ran over his own break. You'd make his favorite dinner after a particularly rough day of Hero work.

You would care for your friends and family like a Mother, always fretting over them. Supportive of Izuku no matter what, his number one through and through. Yet he couldn't be your number one, only The World's number one.

And he betrayed you.

He had let Uraraka drag him home to her house, had let her slip her hand on him anywhere she wanted. He let her do anything she wanted. He never said no, it was new, invigorating, heart racing...it was different.

He knew it was wrong, yet he continued. He left you for her countless times, half the time he figured you'd get over it. He did everything. He paid the bills and let you live like a Princess. The thrill of running behind your back swallowed him whole. He let the press and paparazzi find them. He didn't care. He thought what they had was special, that you were old news.

He was wrong.

Izuku let out a scream as it began to rain outside.

You had been different.

And he lost you.

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Well here's that part 2 yall 😂 I didn't think I would but here's Izuku basically drowning in his own misery. It's short but I hope yall enjoy it.

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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