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drkcnry67 · 3 years

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50 Shades of Winchester 1

title: 50 Shades of Winchester 1

pairing: Dean x reader

rating: 18+

****ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 WHO READS THIS STORY WILL BE VIOLATING THE LAWS TUMBLR SET IN PLACE. THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, DRIPPING HOT WAX ON A NAKED FEMALE BODY WHILE SHE IS GAGGED, A ROUGH PUSSY FUCKING AND TO TOP IT OFF THIS WILL BE STUFF OUT OF NIGHTMARES.****

Tags: dripping hot wax onto naked female body, gaging, rough pussy fucking, lip licking, male cock in female pussy, tight virgin pussy,

Kink: wax play

Dark: gags

Created for @spnkinkbingo @spndarkbingo @sweetness47

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My life was normal, was being the key word. So much has happened that I don't know where to begin... Guess I'll start 2 years ago with this brief but firm explanation of how my life got to where it is now.

It all began when I was asked by my roommate and overall best friend Beth to go in her place to interview the hottest most eligible bachelor in our known society.

She had the flu so naturally I said yes. Not that she would have let me say anything else. I made my way to the next town over to meet this guy. Little did I know that would be the meeting that soon would change my life.

I arrived at his office where we had a casual encounter, I fumbled over my words, he answered 2 questions then emailed Beth the rest of the questions answered in great detail.

That night was the first night I dreamt of dean. I never thought that I would see him the next day.

The day was normal I went to class, then to work. My father is the owner of a hardware store. one of my co workers appeared behind me suddenly asking me to go out front to help bag and there he was. he asked me to help him find some stuff.

i asked hm what he wanted, the first thing he asked for was tape. i told him that we stocked 1in and 2in but that the self respective handy man would have both in his tool box.

the next thing he said he wanted was cable ties, i showed him where those were and told him he was the complete serial killer, but he sinply smiled and said not today.

then he finally said he wanted rope. i went and measured out some rope, he simply stood still and watched me, it was a little un nerving.

at the check out he was polite and curteous. he gave me a business card and told me he was staying at the Heathman and that if my best friend wanted original photos he would be willing to pose for some.

this was how it started, i found myself once again un able to get Dean off my mind. he had just given me his phone number and it was a distaster, for he was so rich how could he possibly find a way to love someone as boring as me.

well obviously he had feelings for you cause he sent you some books. granted he didnt know you already had them, but these ones were first editions.

the next day my other firend and fellow classmate jimmy told me that he had gotten a offer for a art exhibit to showcase his photos. we soon had made plans with our other friends to go celebrate.

now to that scene we now going....

Beth: alright shots, we need shots, bartender tequila shots all round and keep them coming.

you all did shot after shot and finally after a while you felt the urge to get up to go pee. you told beth where you were going then jimmy stopped you as you staggered getting off your chair, but you told him you had to pee, he released you.

as you stood in line for the washroom, you starred intently at Dean’s number trying to convince yourself first to delete him, then realizing that your own self wont let you delete the number of that gorgeous hunk. you decided to call him.

dean is sitting at his desk looking at some papers when his phone rings. he looks at the caller ID and answers almost immediately.

dean: YN

YN: hey im calling to tell you that i will be sending back your expensive books, i already have copies of those ones... and tho i appreciate the gesture i didnt..

you kinda slurred your words trying to sound all professional ish, but dean also could hear something off in the background too.

dean: YN where are you right now?

YN: oh im in line cause i have to pee really really badly.

dean: YN have you been drinking...

YN: yes i have mr fancy pants cant make up my mind on what he wants hunky dude.

dean now completely turned on yet completely frustrated speaks once more to try and get a straight answer out of the drunk YN.

dean: tell me where you are.

YN: i dont have to tell you...

you hung up the phone and instantly think he will leave you alone. you continue tot wait for the bathroom and then your phone rings its dean.

YN: dean, listen im so...

dean: stay there im coming to get you.

that was it, that was all that was said, the line had gone dead. you were now deeply afraid, worried and scared of what would come next. you went back to where beth and jimmy were sitting grabbed your sweater and went to stand outside in the cool air trying to cool off.

jimmy had followed you... he brought you his jacket and stood beside you.

jimmy: you okay

YN: yes, i am just feeling a bit more drunk than...

jimmy: i dont know when i will have the courage to do this...

YN: do what?

jimmy: YN

YN: no

jimmy: i like you

YN: you do?

jimmy: very much

YN: oh. my. god.

jimmy: one kiss please... just one kiss.

YN: no no no, jimmy, no, i dont... im sorry. no

thats when your savior had arrived in the form of dean... dean immediately pushed jimmy off of you.

dean: dude back the fuck off, she said no

YN: dean...

before you could say anything else you bent over and threw up on his shoes... dean was quick to rub small circles into your back and hand you a hankie. dean stayed by your side the entire time you were throwing up, he kept one hand on the small of your back.

To which you took and simply complimented his quick timing.

dean: lets get you home

YN: but im with beth

dean: don't worry YN, ill have sam tell her

YN: wait wait who's sam

dean: he's my brother. he's inside talking to her right now

YN: how... i dont...

dean: he is at my hotel with me

yn: your still at the heathman

dean: yes. i couldnt leave yet, not till i knew you more. come.

dean leads you through the club where you see beth dancing with a guy who you presume is Sam as dean goes over to speak with him very quickly...

dean approaches you again and tries to usher you out but not before some words were spoken.

YN: That’s your brother?

dean: Not by choice. Let’s go.

YN: Wait what did Beth say?

dean: She warned me to be on my best behavior. More like threatened me.

you laugh as you stare at dean, now realizing he might be serious but you also knew your best friend and how she was with you.

YN: She threatened you? like was she...

dean notices a change in your demenor...

YN: whoa, the room, your spinning...

dean: oh, what...

YN: i think... im gonna... faint

dean: what now

twas a good thing dean was already so close to your form otherwise you might have been seriously hurt in the faint. but he got you to his car and back to the hotel.

he took your shirt jacket, pants and shoes you were wearing off of you as they were covered in vomit. and stuck you in something more suitable for sleeping.

he had a glass of whiskey first before he crawled in to sleep on the other side of the bed.

you woke up the next morning sat straight up and looked around. to see a glass that said DRINK ME... and a few pills that said EAT ME...

this was that you did, you also checked out what you were wearing have no recollection of what happened.

Yn: what the fuck happened... I mean this is... this is... not my apartment...

you listened to the sound of a key card sliding... the door opened and you watched dean walk inside.

dean: good morning YN. how are you feeling?

Yn: better than i deserve. wait, whoa, did you put me to bed?

dean: mm hmm

YN: you undressed me?

dean: you didnt leave me much choice, you were

YN: where did you sleep.

dean points to the bed next to you, your mind starts to raise your panic levels

YN: oh, my god. did we...? we didnt...?

dean: necrophilia isnt my thing. besides you would be wearing way less if that had happened.

YN: So we just slept then?

dean: It was a novelty for me too.

dean goes over to her and gives her some toast

dean: You…need to eat. I had Arthur pick you up some clothes.

yn: Who’s arthur?

dean: My driver.

yn: Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.

dean: Yes, I did. Yours were covered in vomit. You shouldn’t get drunk like that. I’m all for testing the limits, but you put yourself at risk last night.

yn: I know. i may have gotten a bit carried away, but wait a second why bring me here if i have a place of my own with Beth ... god she must be so worried about me...

dean: im sure my brother Sam has taken amazing care of your best friend.

dean hands you some toast, tells you that you need to eat, but then he takes off his shirt and makes his way slowly toward you.

dean: if you were mine you wouldnt be able to sit for a week.

dean now sits opposite of you on the bed.

YN: what are you talking about...?

dean takes a bite of your toast and speaks once more.

dean: i have to take a shower.

dean gets up and walks toward the bathroom when you pipe up.

YN: why am i here, dean?

dean stands now by the bathroom door.

dean: you're here cause i find i am incapable of leaving you alone.

YN: so dont, why did you send me those books.

dean: i thought i owed you an apology.

yn: for what?

dean kinda chuckled at your sudden spring of confusion, but he thought it was kinda cute

dean: for letting you believe that i didnt... listen to me...

dean comes to sit next to you once again.

dean: i dont do romance. my tastes are extremely singlular... you wouldnt understand.

YN: then explain it to me... im listening...

dean instead of saying anything just leans down to place a touch to your face and walks into the bathroom. you get up off the bed and get dressed into the clothes that Arthur had gotten for you.

dean came out of the bathroom and smiled.

dean: you look beautiful

YN: arthur has good taste.

dean takes a brief moment to glance you over once more as you stand there next to him.

dean: What are you doing later?

YN: I’m working at the hardware store till seven.

dean: I’ll have Arthur pick you up then.

yn bites her lip and looks down, only to have dean lift her face up by her chin to meet his gaze.

dean: I’d really like to bite that lip.

yn: I think I’d like that too.

dean: I’m not gonna touch you, not until I have your written consent. and thats a promise.

YN: What?

you were royally confused but brushed it off as tiredness. you didnt know how to react to something that could possibly just be something you were dreaming up in your mind.

dean: I’ll explain later. Come, I’ll take you home.

dean and YN enter the elevator, he sees YN bite her lip again. he feels his restraint lessening as he watched you biting your lip.

dean: you know what screw it, Fuck the paperwork.

he suddenly takes a hold of yn and kisses her passionately, just as they are getting into it the elevator doors open and a group of business men enter, dean looks at yn both smiling and straightening out.

dean: What is it about elevators?

the elevator landed on the floor and you both went into the car and were headed back to yours and beths place. a surprise was awaiting for you and dean when you would both walk inside

arriving you and dean were casually chatting as dean walked with you inside... you both were very surprised as you both walked in on his brother with your best friend naked on the couch.

they both immediately tried to cover up and act normal ish when they looked at both you and dean.

Sam: Hey.

YN: Hey.

Sam: Hi, you must be yn.

they shake hands, after sam finds some cover but dean also makes his rounds of scanning the looks around the room while making sure you were comfortable.

yn: You must be sam.

dean: And we must be going, sam

to YN sam had to say some words, but so did dean...

sam: So awesome to meet you. beth’s told me a lot about you.

dean: sam, find your shoes. Some of us have work to attend to.

sam: What are you doing with Mr. Warmth here, I have no idea.

you smile as you turn to look at dean who is slightly smiling but also is scowling at his brother.

You and dean watch uncomfortably as sam kisses Beth goodbye

Sam: Laters, baby.

Sam walks out of the apartment; to you dean turns and steps in close to your form, the closeness and intimacy super appealing to you.

dean: I’ll see you tonight. Email me if something changes.

YN: My computer’s broken. so i wouldnt be able to email...

dean: Well call then, you know you have my number. by the way, you need to let yourself be loose, all this tension isnt good for anyone.

he touches her face almost to kiss her but instead spoke.

dean: Laters, baby.

dean leaves, you turned to face beth left breathless by the moments of recent with dean

yn: sam seems really nice. and you seen really happy.

you laugh knowing that beth would try to detour back to you.

beth: No, no. We’re starting with you. If you’re seeing him again tonight, that means that something happened. yn?

yn avoids answering and starts to walk away

yn: I have to get ready for work.

you both laugh, you went through the mail shortly and answered the question briefly

yn: We just kissed. Once.

beth: Only once? That’s odd. but this is you we are talking about here.

yn: Mm. trust me beth, Odd doesn’t even cover it. and plus maybe i have opened up a new branch of my life...

beth: Uh-huh.

yn turns and starts walking to her room

Kate: And a new jacket. Hm. well at least we are both happy as can be now...

you start getting ready for work, you make it to work, all through your shift all you could think about was dean, his eyes, his lips, his touch, his well everything. geez you were so whipped for this billionaire bachelor.

the end of your shift now arrived, you left your work place bag in hand as you approached a man standing by a car.

YN: arthur?

Arthur: good evening miss.... mr winchester will be joining us there. its pleasent to meet you formally miss.

yn: as it is you Arthur.

you are politely ushered into the car and driven by Arthur to a building where dean was standing next to his helicoptor. getting out of the car you were staring at the man who looked and spoke as though he were a different person, a god if you will.

dean: good evening YN, hope work was pleasent.

yn: yes it was fine thank you.

dean: good yes good come lets get inside.

dean opens the door to the helicoptor, you get inside while dean gets into the pilot seat.

YN: wait wait whoa, time out are you gonna fly this?

dean: yes i am, there's no escaping for you now. just stay in your seat and enjoy the ride...

dean puts on a headset and into the radio he gets ready for take off.

dean: November 1-2-2-4. Charlie Tango. Ready to depart.

with that he stole a slight glance at your expression change at his words. his mind swimming with the new feelings churning inside him, it was like he had been whacked by a stick or something.

dean was very confused by this feeling that he was feeling, he couldnt describe it. he knew out of all the women he had been with in his way, well he could tell you were different. you were gonna be someone who could possibly save him.

Control Center: Roger that, Charlie Tango. Your flight plan from Portland to Seattle is cleared.

You turned to look slightly at dean as you spoke once more.

YN: seattle? thats where we are going? really? oh my god, this is officially the best day ever.

dean: okay, here we go...

you stayed still and looked out the window as the helicoptor lifted off the ground. you were watching the world below fly slowly by, it was the most fun you had had in years.

upon arrival on a helicopter pad in seattle dean let you out and walked with you into the building, a short elevator ride later and you were inside his penthouse.

dean offered you a drink and you accepted as you looked around. a short while later he was sitting with you at a table and having you sign a non disclosure agreement.

YN: i would never talk about us anyway.

dean: im sorry about this anyway but im afraid my people insist on you signing this... to avoid any unplesentness in case of emergency or whatever later down the road.. plus it will grant you immunity from anything the press might try to do...

YN: and as i said...

you didnt need any moments to read the non disclosure agreement. it was pretty straight forward for what Dean had said. you signed it immeidately...

YN: are you going to make love to me now?

Dean straightened up and locked eyes with you as he spoke.

Dean: first of all, yn i have to tell you that i don't make love, i fuck hard... second of all, come there is something i want to show you...

you were intrgued but curious so you were waiting for the other shoe to drop... with guys like Dean there was always another shoe... something worse or less appealing about them that would possibly make you not love him.

dean led you up the spiral staircase and to the first room on the left. it was a locked door, dean stopped at the door and turned to face you.

Dean: through this door, is a life changer, a choice, one i cant make for you... but you would have the option to reject and we wouldnt have any kind of relationship at all. when you see this you may have a bunch of emotions come up, but something tells me that you will be fine in a bit once your head stops over thinking..

dean unlocks the door and steps aside so you can open the door. you walk inside as dean comes up behind you to turn on the light... what you saw made you stop in your tracks..

the room lined with red walls and red flooring also lined with bdsm stuff, floggers, rope, chains, whips, other such items. the shock visible as day across your face. you walked around and touched one of the floggers.

dean: its called a flogger

you walk slightly to touch another item.

dean: YN please say something, i need to know what you are thinking. i cant read your expressios or your mind.

you move toward another item, you motion to touch another item but stop and decide to speak instead.

YN: do you do this to women or do you... do you rape them?

Dean: i do this to women, with women, women who want me to... no its not rape its mere coincidence.

YN: but why, why would you do this, why on all the earth would make this so appealing to you,

Dean: for my pleasure, and for yours...

Yn: so your a saddist, just my luck I find a semi decent guy and he turns out to be a saddist... Damn it.

Dean: I'm not a saddist, I'm a dominant actually... Believe me there is a difference!

Yn: so why would you want to use this stuff at all...

Dean: cause it pleases me and it pleases women... Come..

He extends his hand to you leading you out of the playroom and down the hall to another room.

Dean: if you agree to be mine. This is where you would sleep Friday through to Sunday!!

Both of you going downstairs again to the table where an envelope sat there all nice looking.

dean: this is a contract over the course of the next little while I would like you to read it carefully, and use Google... It will help you in your understanding.

You kinda looked at dean a little confused...

Yn: and what understanding is that..

dean: well when you've had sex was there anything that you didn't like doing or having done...

Yn: I wouldn't know, I've never done anything...

dean: you're a virgin, I just poured my biggest secret out to you...

dean comes up to your form and cups your cheek...

dean: come with me we will rectify the situation!!! I've got some gentle tools to help this...

You take dean's hand which he extended to you and walk with him..

Yn: wait I'm a situation...

dean: yep and one that I can't wait to open up and solve... Now that we have arrived in the bedroom, I want you to stand at the edge of the bed near us and just stand still...

dean: ready for some more fun…

Yn: i figured you would have been tired…

dean gets up from the bed, lights a candle and grabs something that resembles a collar from the drawer in the nightstand. He comes back to face you…

dean: its called a ball gag… you stick it in your mouth, the ball i mean and i do it up, then you cant talk but you can moan and scream.

You were very very confused… but at the same time felt a little curious…

Yn: whats the candle for?

dean: the wax that the candle creates will be dripped slowly onto your body it makes for very very sensual gameplay… if your willing to try this… i dont want to force you into something you dont want to do.

You had to think about it, you were not sure how it would look if you said no, but you were at the same time no longer a virgin so why not you wanted to have a bit of fun… if dean was saying this would be timid, then you felt the need to trust him…

Yn: lets give this a try… but is it gonna hurt…

dean: its completely gentle… the wax will feel a little funky at first but where i drip the wax is gonna be a magnified feeling way more magnified than when i took your virginity…

Yn: ok… but promise me that it will go gentle and i will be good…

dean: i promise… now lay on your back and stay very still…

dean waits for you to sort yourself out, you lay on your back, hands by your sides and head flat on the pillow.

dean: I can feel you trembling. Your nervous.

Yn: maybe a little.

dean: all will be fine…

You kinda settled and let dean begin. dean placed the ball gag in your mouth, he did up the gag and took the candle in his hand.

He slowly started to tip the candle over your body, started at your neckline, moving slowly down to your breasts dripping wax on your nipples, you kinda squirmed but the moaning ensued.

You moaned, feeling the wax as it was slowly poured on your body… dean emitted a low growl as he arrived at your pussy, he waited a few moments before spreading your legs and pouring the hot wax on your pussy.

dean: I love how much you try to relax… you are the only one who has never squirmed the entire time…

You gagged against the ball as you went to speak…

dean: let me remove that so I can hear your replies

dean removed the gag and you coughed a bit…

Yn: take me again, the wax it feels so good, I want you more

dean put down the candle and came to you once more a ravenous hunger as his lips pressed yours once more.

dean went in again, he slid his hard cock into your pussy again… pounding you for another hour more…

he waited for you to fall asleep and then he went downstairs to have a drink allowing you to sleep and ponder what may lay ahead.

dean: I did things out of order, I don't know what has come over me but she drives me to do things that I normally wouldn't… why is she so different… why does she make me want more than this… why are my feelings coming to the surface… I feel different like I've changed, like she is my beginning.

To be continued...

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handy-is-still-anonymous · 3 years

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"What..? What did you just call me?"

Adrian stared at the other, trying to process what was happening, but his eyes widened when the man took the helmet off. Oh my god...

"Oh come on, even after 16 years..."

Barney smiled softly at Adrian, his hazel eyes still glowed even in the small sewer light,

"Im not allowed to used that nickname?"

Adrian nearly knocked Barney over when he hugged him, laughing softly. "Oh my God, you're un-fucking-believable." Barney only smiled at that and hugged him back tightly. "I've missed you so much. Everything had been so hectic the past few month. Or well more hectic than usual. It doesn't help that I thought you were dead. I didn't think I had anyone left. I thought I would just die alone- that I wouldn't ever get to see you again- and I-"

"Barney," Adrian mumbled soothingly, rubbing the leader's back. "It's okay now." He mumbled, more saying it all to himself than Barney, but the small man still took it as comfort. "Good. I really need someone like you around."

"Well we can't stay around... here at least. Let me show you how this sewer system works." Adrian turned and started to lead the way, walking with the same confidence and strict, squared shoulders as he did when marching through black mesa. That gave a bit more comfor to Barney as he followed behind him.

"This tunnel right here will lead to a medic camp some people have made, it's not as slick as it used to be, so it's easier to run there without slippjng busting your head. The tunnel to our right, is the way well go to get a crossed 'the border'. There isn't really one now but it gets us to the other camps outside of the cities. Out there though. I can't help much. That's for the other team to explain to you. I'm just here to guide through the sewers." Adrian walked over to a ladder in the right tunnel, "If it makes you feel better though, this guy that's up here sells stollen goods like ammo and food. Even some water he's purified."

His face showed a serious frown whilst explaining everything, his hands move as if to help pronounce and explain the words. His body shivered though. It reminded both men how dangerous just being there was.

Barney, even though he was scared, didn't let that fear control him as much as he used to. He has people to save now. People to fight for. He needed to protect Alyx, and Eli. He'd protect Kleiner more if that stupid scientist didn't keep bringing headcrabs in as 'pets'.

This was serious shit. In America you would probably just get arrested, even if your record was fucked you could just steal and run forever. Now? You would be killed infront of everyone. Your dead body being shot to death would've been a message to those on your side that they could run and hide forever. That's why you had to train to pull your gun out faster, know your enemy better then they know themselves. Steal as much equipment as possible and make sure to keep your guard up, everywhere.

Yeah, you can probably guess Barney wasn't sleeping good at all. No one really was. Could you blame them in this sick twisted world of destruction and 'order'. Made Barney wanna gag more just thinking about it...somehow, Adrian looked younger, like he never aged a day since they last met. Focus Barney, focus. You ain't got time for romance.

They climbed up the ladder to the merchant up top. Adrian introduced him.

"This is Carlos Devina. He's probably the most important guy during this trip. Sometimes he'll not be here and sometimes he will be. His schedule changes. This week he'll be here today, tomorrow and the Friday. Next week he'll be here Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Week after that he'll be here Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Then the schedule will repeat."

"What's tomorrow again?"

"Tuesday, today is Monday."

"Got it. I need to write this down."

"Habit of being in the military, you just memorize the days. Used a copy of a calender before this shit started and went from there." Adrian chuckled softly and Carlos cleared his throat.

"I can give you a free copy of the calendar if you'd like, Mr. Calhoun. It marks the days ill be open so you won't have to write anything down."

"Yes, please I'll take 7."

Carlos went into the back doors of his shop. Adrian whistled to get Barney's attention. "So, resistance leader huh? Last time I checked you were bloody, limping and anxious. "

"Eh, I still am sometimes. I mean anxious and limping. I'm not always bloody." Barney grinned and Adrian nearly kissed him, but, unfortunately Carlos came back with 7 calenders, gently handing them to the resistance leader. "Here you go, Mr. Calhoun, anything else I can get you two?"

"That'll be all I think." Adrian said firmly and Carlos smirked. "Alright. Well, if you need me, just press the button as always. I'll be back here." And with that Carlos was gone again. Adrian mumbled something under his breath before asking. "I know you have an important role in this all, you don't usually get a break I'm sure, but... if you need me I'm always in the sewers."

Barney frowned, "I'll be meeting you in the sewers tomorrow, Adrian, and not for the reason you want. I'm gonna be bringing a lot of people and I need you and your team to be ready. I'm sorry but I... I guess I don't have much time anymore for romances and flirty games."

Games. Right. All this was, was a flirty game.

"I... understand. We'll be ready for you. I'll have Carlos cook extra meals. How many people will be here?" Adrian gulped down that stupid lump in his throat.

Barney, always clueless to other's emotions, didn't notice the change. "Just 3. I don't wanna get too suspicious." And with that, the meeting had ended. Barney left with one last goodbye and Adrian just felt stuck. He felt gross too, but he couldn't focus on that. It wasn't important. People's lives were at stake.

His. Feelings. Didn't. Matter.

Games.

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goldencherryhaz · 3 years

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It’s okay baby

In which y/n is beyond stressed after having to revise and do exams and essays, she just needs some comfort and love for her boyfriend, who just so happens to be her English Teacher

Slight age gap y/n:18 Harry:24

No warnings: just very fluffy

A/n this is my first imagine, I’m excited and nervous,but I hope you enjoy!! There are probably some punctuation and spelling mistakes! Please don’t copy my work!! Tpwk ♥️

(This gives me teacher Harry vibes 😍)

Word count: 2.2k

Y/n had truly had enough. For the past few weeks she had been revising for her exams and doing countless essays, she had just sat a chemistry exam and even though she had revised for hours every night for the past week, even going into the early hours of the morning, she just felt like nothing had sunk in and she couldn’t remember anything, leading her to having extra time, when even then she just sat there and stared at the blank page in front of her, this made her late for her last class of the day, English.

Now English had to be her favourite lesson, not only because she loved writing and aspired to be an author of a top selling novel one day, but it was the beautiful man teaching it. Harry Styles, or Mr Styles to everyone else, was the love of her life, and had been for the past 2 years, ever since she first walked into his classroom as a new college student, the man with the curly brown messy hair who was wearing a formal black suit and a white button up shirt uttered the simple word ‘hello` in his deep and raspy voice and that alone had her weak at the knees

After that day she dreamt of him every night, at first she thought it was a bit weird that she had feelings for her English teacher, but little did she know that Harry was feeling the same. When he first layed eyes on her, he instantly wanted to get to know y/n, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he could see that she was kind, hardworking and just generally happy, she was like a ray of light whenever she was in the room and he sometimes felt himself loose his breath at the sight of her, he tried to ignore it because he knew it was wrong to be so wrapped up around one of his students, but after two many stolen glances, well more like stares, he realised that he had to do something about it, so he asked her one day after school to help him grade some papers that he was struggling to catch up on, to which she happily obliged, and after that day grading papers in his office,the rest was history, they got to know one another to the point where they knew everything about each other, soon they became boyfriend and girlfriend, they trusted loved and cared for each other with all of thier heart, it was as if they were meant to be, and they soon came to the realisation that they couldn’t live without eachother. They didn’t care that there was a six year age gap between them or that Harry was y/n’s English, they were just in love and both agreed age was just a number.

They had made a solid agreement early on in their relationship, that they had to keep thier interactions to a minimum while at college, to keep suspicions low, because not only could it ruin Harry’s career it could ruin both of their reputations, but as she hurriedly walked down the English corridor with tears in her eyes from the amount of stress, exhaustion and the headache settling in her brain, she wishes nothing more than to run straight into her loves arms and cry her heart out, all whilst Harry was comforting and shielding her from the world, but she can’t and she knows it.

As she stands in front of the classroom door to compose herself she mutters to herself ‘go to college they said, it would be fun they said' it was almost funny but right now it felt like nothing could make her smile, she wiped the tears threatening to spill from her eyes with the sleeve of her or Harry’s hoodie (she’s never sure these days) and walks into the classroom.

Harry had started to worry when y/n hadn’t turned up to his class, you would be able to tell from the increasing frown on his face, he decides to start his lesson anyway, just hoping she had just got caught up with another teacher. When he is explaining one of the exam questions to the rest of the class, he sees the door handle go down, and it’s as if he can sense it’s y/n, she walked through the door quickly and finds her regular seat, she looks up to him and gives him a small smile, Harry can tell that it’s fake, he can see her glassy eyes and her cheeks red from trying not to cry, he can see her tense shoulders and her slightly shaky hands from the lack of sleep, he gives her a worried look as he knows how hard she has been working, and revising until the dead of night, he knows how much pressure and stress she puts onto herself to get everything right and pass her exams, even though he know she will ace them. After about 5 minutes of being in the classroom room it all becomes too much for y/n, she starts to feel very overwhelmed, when her shoulders start to shake Harry instantly notices, when the people around her ask it she’s okay Harry wants to shout ‘well no, of course she’s not okay` but he knows he can’t, even though he knows her better than anyone else in the room. He needed to teach his class but he’s beginning to care less and less, because out of anything right now his babygirl is the only thing he is worried about, and he knows that she needs him right now.

‘Y/n would you like to step outside, I will be out there in a minute` Harry says, and as soo as y/n hears it she grabs her bag and practically darts out of the room.

Harry announces to the rest of the class that he will organise for someone to cover his lesson as his pupils already knew what they were doing,he sends a message to a random teacher on the cover list, he didn’t care which one, he just needed to be with his girl, and then speeds out of the room.

When he reaches y/n outside the door he immediately guides her to his office with a hand at the small of he back, she already knows where his office is, as she had been there countless times, but her vision was blurred with tears.

When the couple reach the office Harry quickly unlocks it and leads them in, quickly locking the door again so they could be in complete privacy, y/n at this point is trying to hold back her sobs, she hears the sound of keys hit the floor and she feels a pair of hands grip her arms and she is pulled into an all to familiar chest. She then let’s go. She just sobs with no intention of holding them back. ‘Shh shh it’s okay, I’m here now, everything’s going to be fine, im not going anywhere’ Harry coos gently. His arms wrap tighter around her, as if trying to protect her and rid her of her stress, she wraps her arms around his torso almost saying not to let go of her. Her crying gets soo intense she’s now struggling to breathe, and Harry can tell from her short breaths, he knows what state she can get herself into, so he pulls away, and sits her down in his office chair, and kneels down in front of her she wimpers at the loss of contact ‘no petal, I’m not going anywhere I promise, can you look at me please baby, yeah ,just need you to breathe for me, can you do that princess,in through you nose and out through you mouth` Harry says demandingly but oh so softly, when she starts to repricate his action she starts to calm down Harry wipes away the flood of tears on her cheeks with his thumbs, he truly hated seeing her like this, it made his heart ache, he just wanted his lovie to be happy, he didn’t understand how this could happen to such a amazing and kind girl, she didn’t deserve it, he wishes she could take away all of her stress and worries in the blink of an eye.

I-I just wanted to do really well on my chemistry e-exam, but I couldn’t r-remember anything Harry, nothing! Y/n stutters out, Harry grabs he hand and runs small circles on the back of her hand in attempt to soothe her.

‘It’s because your overworking yourself baby, you need to take a break every once in while and stop stressing and worrying so much, you are so amazing and clever, you would probably get top grades without even revising` Harry says sweetly

‘But I just wanted to make you proud` y/n replies

Harry frowns at this, why would his princess need to make him proud, y/n alone makes him proud, she is so amazing and beautiful and is the most kind hearted and caring person he has ever met, Jesus she was the reason Harry was breathing!

‘Baby that’s nonsense I don’t want to hear that ever again, you always make me proud, you are like a ball of sunshine lovie, you light up my world, and I’ll love you no matter what grade you got on a stupid exam, I don’t care, I only care that you are okay and happy, I hate seeing you cry, it really breaks my heart’

Y/n sniffles at Harry’s sweet words and starts to get emotional all over again ‘shhh petal non of that, don’t want you to be sad, was trying to make you smile` Harry then grips both of her hands firmly and pulls her up to stand from his chair and swiftly sits down, before pulling her down onto his lap, in which she snuggles into his chest and wraps her arms around him, Harry’s tom ford tobacco and vanille invades her senses, that, mixed with Harry’s body heat, the sound of his heartbeat right in her ear, made her head feel all fuzzy, and the first time in 2 weeks she felt calm and content, in that moment she felt her worries had been lifted, all because of the beautiful man underneath her. She gets so caught up in her own thoughts she finds herself grinning.

Harry looked down at her and caught that beautiful moment, he wished he had a camera because his lovie looked absolutely adorable, she was all curled up, face squished into his chest, the lids of her puffy and red eyes softly closed, and there gracing her slightly chapped and anxiously bitten lips was the most beautiful smile, her cheeks were tears stained but he didn’t care, his angel was smiling’there’s it is, there’s that gorgeous smile` Harry says whilst leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her eyelids, her nose and practically every inch of her face, resulting in a giggle from her. He finally landed and planted a heavy and passionate kiss to her lips, she immediately kissed back, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands cupped the sides of her face, thier bodies were soo pressed together that a piece of paper wouldn’t have fit between them. They eventually pull away all flustered and gasping for air,she gives a shy grin and buries he face into the crook of his neck to which Harry giggled at.

She couldn’t comprehend how she deserved this man, who basically put his job on the line for her, who cared and loved her like no one else ever had, who she wished to spend the rest of her days with, he was he rock, her sanity, and her lovie, nobody else’s. ‘I love you Harry` she whispers into his neck, she wanted to say so much more to him but honestly couldn’t find the words to but she hoped those three word were enough, which they were. ‘I love you so much baby, you feeling better now` he asks.

‘Much better, all thanks to you bub`

It was now Harry turn to give a shy smile as he his face in her hair, he had a real soft spot for the nickname, he pressed many kisses into her hair concluding that he loved this woman with all of his heart, and even if other people would think that their relationship was weird, he knew he was going to marry this girl one day.

They were in love, he was her bub, and she was his baby, and they wouldn’t have it any other way!

Fin

I really hope this was okay, in feel like it was a bit jumbled and a bit of a ramble, I just really liked the concept, but hopefully you get the picture, notes and reblogs are very welcome!! Thankyou soo much for reading 😁💕

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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promiscuity* chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ "Oh my God they were roommates"

Younger chris, i still have a thing for that version of him lol, think early creatures

*- casual roommate sex, woo!

Song: flatline by orla gartland

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou +++++++++

"will you answer something for me?"

i asked, not looking away from the movie playing in front of us.

"yeah."

he said through a tired voice. i took a drink of my coffee.

"i know we live together and all, but i feel like we arent as close as we should be. how come?"

he hummed.

"how do you mean."

i shrugged.

"like, we spend time together, like right now. which is super cool or whatever. but how come we never go do stuff? like you never ask me if i wanna go hang out somewhere, but i ask you all the time. even though you never accept."

he shrugged back.

"i dont know, i guess i just never thought about it. i dont exactly get out much so there isnt a place for me to invite you to."

i frowned.

"not even to like the store? we do share a fridge and cabinets and a house after all."

he shrugged again.

"you always make a list, its not exactly hard to follow."

i sighed.

"i guess youre right."

he took a drink of his own coffee.

"whats got you thinking about this anyway?"

he rested his hand against his stomach, sinking further into the couch. i glanced over him for a second.

"how would you feel if i brought someone over?"

i asked and he finally looked at me. i guess there was the answer i was looking for.

"like another friend?"

he asked and i side nodded.

"or like a romantic partner."

he cleared his throat, readjusting in his seat.

"oh, uh, its whatever i guess. just dont do it in front of me or anything."

he said through a nervous laugh and i could see the tension running through his body.

"chris?"

he took another drink before answering.

"yeah."

i smirked to myself.

"do you dig me like that?"

his head shot in my direction, eyes wide.

"what? no. what do you mean?"

he said quickly and i couldnt help but laugh. i turned to face him, full body this time, setting my coffee on the table in front of us.

"i can see it on your face. you dont want me to get with anyone else."

he pulled at his shirt collar like he needed air before setting his own cup on the coffee table.

"why would you say that?"

he said nervously. i leaned forward and poked his cheek.

"youre face wouldnt be that red if you didnt."

he sent me a testing look.

"my face is not red."

i poked him again.

"yes it is! you are blushing!"

he shook his head.

"yeah cause youre making me uncomfortable. it just does that."

i sent him a look.

"oh come on chrissy, just admit it. youve thought about banging me before."

i tried, egging him on. he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no."

he said nonchalantly. i pouted.

"why not? ive thought about doing it with you."

i confessed and his eyes got as big as saucers.

"you have?"

he said, disbelieving and i nodded my head quickly.

"yeah, dont you wanna know what its like?"

he thought for a second before letting his arms drop.

"yeah i guess so, i mean ive only done it with a few people. like seriously, i could count on one hand-"

"i get it."

i interrupted. i stared over him for a second.

"okay, take your shirt off."

he raised a brow.

"what?"

i motioned to him before moving to kneel on the couch.

"take your shirt off, we're doing this. i wanna know what youre like in bed."

i said in a stern tone. he just stared at me.

"wait, for real?"

he asked and i nodded.

"yes, take your shirt off."

i said sternly and he jumped a little.

"okay, i guess we're doing this."

he said, moving to do as told.

"just, take it easy okay?"

he asked and i nodded, watching him as he tossed his shirt and jacket to the floor.

"how do you want me? top? bottom? behind?"

i sent him a knowing look before letting out a short laugh.

"bottom, for sure. youve only done this a handful of times remember? im gonna give you a whole new experience."

he smiled at me, swinging his legs up onto the couch between us.

"okay, as you wish."

he said as i moved to crawl over him.

"we'll start slow."

i said and he nodded, watching me intently as i inched closer to his face. i ran my pointer finger gently over his jaw, watching him shiver as i looked into his eyes.

"such a pretty thing."

i said lowly before capturing his lips in mine. he kissed me back needily, his hand moving to the back of my head. as we began making out i trailed my finger tips lightly across his chest and stomach, moving to palm him through his jeans. he moaned into my mouth before i pulled away, beginning to kiss along his jaw and neck.

"do you like that?"

i whispered against his ear before planting a soft kiss behind it. he nodded slowly and i watched as he closed his eyes, melting into my touch. i could feel his jeans getting tighter against my hand and smirked as I kissed down his chest, stopping just below his bellybutton and biting lightly as he laid back.

"Hey!"

He said in defense, looking down at me and making me laugh a little to myself.

"What?"

I asked innocently, getting comfy between his legs. he sent me a look.

"Leave my stomach alone."

I smirked at him before rolling my eyes playfully.

"Why? It's cute."

I said, kissing the spot I had just bitten. I could see a blush creeping its way back to his face.

"It is not cute."

He protested and I sent him a testing look.

"It is too now shut up and let me take your pants off."

I said, making him laugh.

"Fine, just don't laugh."

I started on his belt buckle, looking to his face quickly.

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Chris."

I confirmed, my hand grazing the tent straining against his jeans.

"Promise?"

I sent him a small smile before leaning down and kissing his bulge, moving to unzip his pants.

"I promise."

I said lowly, pulling at his waistband. I pulled his pants down slowly, his erection popping free. My eyes went wide, a sound I'd never made before coming from deep in my throat.

"What's wrong?"

He asked, a little skeptical and I shook my head.

"Absolutely nothing."

I confirmed before crawling back up him and kissing him deeply. He sighed into my mouth as I trailed my hand slowly down his torso, feeling one of his hands tracing circles into my arm and the other holding my head in place. As we made out again I began stroking him slowly, hearing low moans emerge from his throat. When I pulled away he still had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.

"Can I ride you?"

I asked to confirm, kissing slowly across his jaw and be nodded.

"If it feels this good you can do whatever you want to me."

He breathed out and I smirked against him as I got further down his neck.

"Sounds like a plan."

I said lowly, sitting up and tossing my top to the ground. He barely opened his eyes and offered me a small smile. I knelt on either side of him, pushing my pants down a bit before standing on the couch and pulling them down completely. I heard his breathing hitch as he stared up at me, watching my every move intently as I pushed my panties down, slipping them off and dropping them onto his chest. I heard him groan as I fell slowly back down onto my knees, one leg on either side of him.

"Are you still okay with this?"

I asked, moving to kiss him again, watching him nod his head quickly.

"God yes."

He said as I pulled away. I smiled down at him before reaching over to the coffee table and pulling a condom out of the drawer. He sent me a weird look before dropping my panties to the floor.

"How long have those been there?"

He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know I had them left over from that house party I went to like a month ago."

He laughed a little as I scooted down into his lap.

"Evidently I need to check that drawer more often."

He said and I sent him a playful wink.

"Guess so."

I said, raising my brows quickly. I ripped the condom open quickly, pushing the tip out and spitting into it. He drew his brows at me before watching me roll it into him. I sent him a smirk.

"You ready?"

I asked, lining myself up with him. He nodded again.

"Give it to me."

He said deeply, his hands going to my hips. I sank down onto him, hearing him moan quietly. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I sat up and pushed back down onto him, watching his mouth open slightly. His eyes were half closed but still trained on me as I started working against him, getting a good rhythm.

"Can I touch you?"

He asked a little bashfully and I nodded, leaning over him.

"Touch me all over."

I said lowly, looking over his face. I felt his hands slide slowly up my side, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. I kissed him endearingly as his hands got to my boobs, moaning into his mouth as he kneaded them in his palms. When our mouths detached I grabbed his one hand and intertwined our fingers against my chest.

"Try this."

I said, moving his other hand and running my thumb over my nipple. I hummed at the feeling, closing my eyes as he copied the action. I nodded, a smile forming on my face as I felt him sit up and lick a stripe over my nipple.

"Yeah, like that."

I said, my hand going to the back of his head as he took my nipple into his mouth, taking it gently between his teeth. I moaned loudly, letting go of his other hand and moving it to the couch to steady myself. He wrapped his free hand around my body, placing it firmly against my back. Then he detached his mouth and I inhaled sharply.

"I'm close."

He breathed out, falling back into the couch. I nodded, reaching down between us and circling my clit. My mouth dropped as he reached up and pinched my nipples again.

"Oh fuck."

I moaned out.

"I think I'm close too."

I said, moving my hips against him in a circular motion.

"God I'm gonna cum."

He said, digging his head into the couch. I felt him twitch in me before he moaned loudly, his hands stopping and his entire body tensing up. I kept moving though, watching his chest rise and fall.

"Oh my God."

He said a little dazed and I froze, pushing my finger against my clit and my entire body shaking on top of him. I let out a long whiney moan, dropping my head back as I came around him.

"Oh."

I moaned out, falling forward and catching myself against his chest. everything was little blurry for a second but when he came back into focus We both looked at each other and nervous laughed.

"Thanks for that."

I said a little breathless and he smiled at me. I could feel him starting to go soft in me.

"No, thank you."

He said as I sat up straight again. I pulled up and off of him, inhaling deeply at the lack of contact. I brought my one leg in before falling next to him against the back of the couch, still breathing pretty deeply. I placed my hand gently against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his rib cage.

"Sounds like I did a good job."

I said, looking up at him with a cheesy grin on my face. He looked down at me and smiled, wrapping his arms around me and turning to face me, kissing me quickly.

"Oh you absolutely did."

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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Ahh, I love your account so much ❤️ Could I maybe request a dad! Tom and the reader is 7 months pregnant in the middle of lockdown and toms trying to cheer her up because she's worried about being a parent? (idk if that made a lot of sense but Dad!Tom AUs are so cute tbh ❤️)

A/N: by now, you all know i just go soft for dad!tom au like ugH THE FEELS THE CUTENESS THIS IS ALL WE NEED 🥰😤🤤😍💞 *cough* see the effects i’ve got from it? 😂 anyway, thanks so much for this lovely request, nonnie and as always stay safe, darling 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

“Toooooom, I want ice cream...”

“I think you may have eaten quite enough for today, love” chuckled Tom as he walked into the living room to find you.

Laying on the couch with a few pillows to support your back, you started reading your favorite book for the fifth time already - or was it more? - but now, you were getting bored and a bit moody. Tessa was rolled up at the end of the couch, fully enjoying her tenth nap of the day and at the same time warming your feet under her tummy. With a long sigh, you put the book on your seven-month round belly that was welcoming yours and Tom’s future first child. And as parenting sounded more than exciting for both of you at the beginning, no one could have predicted the lockdown a major part of the world was suffering about.

Today was the fourth week already and you being this far into the pregnancy, you were not allowed outside at any cost. Hopefully Tom was there to comply to any of your needs, even the weirdest one - oh Lord there were a lot of those one. Your husband was always there for you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world who got the chance to marry him. And soon, there will be a new addition to the family. But since a few days, your brain has been thinking about a lot of things, and maybe overthinking too.

As soon as Tom approached you, he noticed the expression on your face. You were frowning, looking down at your belly is what he thought first but your gaze seemed… lost, as if your body was there but not your mind. Moreover you were rubbing circles on each side of your belly, but the movements looked more anxious than comforting. And Tom knew something was going on.

So the brunette kneeled down in front of the couch, resting a hand on top of one of yours to stop the movements.

“Love, what’s wron-”

“Did we put everything in the hospital bag?” you cut off your husband, not looking at him.

Tom stared at you, a little confused at first and before he could reply, you began talking about.

“Did we make enough copies of my birth plan? Did I put my extra glasses in? Do you think I should bring another top and sweatpants just in case? And is the car seat already in the backseat? You sure I can bring my little bluetooth speaker? Because I think listening to music will relax me. Oh wait, did I pack slipper socks? And what about my Birkenstocks, wouldn’t they be better than Crocs? Why do I even have Crocs anyway. What about the pediatrician’s contact info? And my midwife’s? Do we-”

You interrupted yourself when you heard Tom’s muffled giggles. He actually lowered his head to hide he was finding your rumbling quite funny but his shoulders were still slightly shaking. You stared at him, thinking you may have said something stupid and waited for him to calm down.

When Tom finally lifted his head again, his eyes locked with your worried one before standing to sit on the couch with you, his hand not leaving yours. You looked at him not saying a word, the warmth of his hand somehow relaxing your tensed nerves in a second.

“We’ve got everything ready, darling” finally spoke Tom, a warm smile on his face. “Mainly because we keep checking once a week to reassure you.”

This actually made you chuckle because you knew he was right.

“I know we didn’t need this whole pandemic plus lockdown situation going on right now, but we just have to be careful and keep our calm. You did so well from the beginning and now, we may not be able to take our lovely afternoon walks like before but at least, you will rest even more. You need it. Both of you.”

Gently, Tom’s free hand extended to rest on your pregnant belly before slowly massaging it. Feeling like a heavy weight left your sore shoulders, you intertwined your fingers with Tom’s one while letting his other hand rub slow and appeasing circles on your swollen tummy, the feeling almost making you fall asleep.

“You know me too well, Mr. Holland” you chuckled, slightly closing your eyes to fully enjoy this moment.

“I’d be the worst husband ever if I don’t, right Mrs Holland?” Tom playfully smirked, earning another lovely giggle from you.

Proud for making you feel better, Tom stood from the couch, making you miss the skin contact already.

“Where are you going?” you asked, following the brunette as he started walking around the couch to go towards the kitchen.

“I think you definitely deserve ice cream, or maybe sorbet. I found some new flavours last time I went to buy groceries.”

At the end of the day you were both snuggling on the couch, a fluffy blanket and Tessa keeping you warm, enjoying some peach sorbet while watching a movie.

We loved your little family.

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dialovers-translations · 4 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol. 2: Mukami Kou Stellaworth Tokuten: ”Monopolizing Her”

Original title: 彼が貴女を独り占めするCD

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 2 Mukami Kou Stellaworth Tokuten CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Ryohei Kimura

Translator’s note: Even if Kou isn’t particularly high up on your favorite list, I doubt anyone could listen to this CD and not get this happy, warm feeling inside. There is just something about this guy which makes you feel cheerful. The way he talks is honestly adorable, although I wouldn’t recommend copying his speech in real life because any Japanese person will probably think you are on a sugar high or something, haha. xD

This track was requested by @keithvalentinex! If you would like to request a translation, please contact me through IMs or drop an ask!

Kou enters the room.

“M-neko-chan, I’m home! Your beloved Kou-kun has returned~”

You run up to him, welcoming him back home.

“Mmh~! Thank you for coming to greet me. I hope you’ve been a good girl while I was away?”

You nod.

“Really...~? Weren’t you crying from loneliness~?”

You shake your head.

“No need to act strong. I mean, you were all by yourself again today, right? Anyone would feel lonely. Actually, if you won’t admit you were lonely, I’m the one who will feel hurt...”

You admit you missed him.

“Heh~ Me too. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

Kou embraces you.

*Rustle*

“Haah~ It really feels so relaxing to have you by my side. Makes me feel at home.”

You get a little flustered.

“Oh come, why not~? I’m recharging (1) before we return to our room~ Besides, there’s nobody else around, so let me feel you. ...Ah! But there’s something I need to tell you first.”

Kou takes a few steps back.

“Actually...Today was the last day we had to shoot on location~!”

You seem surprised.

“For real, for real! Filming went really smoothly, you see. The remaining scheduled days were turned into vacation. In short...Now I can finally spend some quiet time with you!”

He looks over at you.

“Say...M-neko-chan?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“I owe you one. I honestly considered turning down this offer, but I was able to find the motivation because you encouraged me. Also, when I had to leave the Mukami manor and you decided to come with me to this remote location, I felt really happy.”

You ask him why he brings it up so suddenly.

“This isn’t sudden, really. It’s been on my mind forever. At first I was a little too carefree, considering myself lucky to be able to live together even if it was work-related, but in the end, I was constantly preoccupied with filming, so I couldn’t make time for you at all. And you had to wait for me all by yourself in this unfamiliar place, right? This room we rented isn’t bad at all but it’s different from home so...I’m sorry for making you endure the loneliness this whole time.”

You forgive him.

“Geezー You’re way too nice! I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you got upset, yet you always put me first...How-e-ver, thanks to that, I was able to put down an excellent performance! Please look forward to the release day! ...Also I’ll have some time off for a while, so I’ll spoil you rotten to make up for the lost time.”

You seem excited.

“Heh~ I’m glad you’re happy. Well then...Let’s get to it straight away~”

Kou wraps his arms around you.

*Rustle*

“I’ll make you feel good with my fangs.”

You start to struggle.

*Struggle struggle*

“No use, I won’t let you go~ I’ll dote on you throughout the whole night so prepare yourself, okay?”

*TIMESKIP*

ー You shake Kou’s shoulder, trying to wake him up as he groans in his sleep.

“Nn...Mmh...Aah...My vongole bianco...!”

*Rustle*

“...Huh!? What...? A dream? ...Ah, good morning, M-neko-chan. You woke up before me?”

You explain.

“You were trying to wake me up? It’s okay. I just had somewhat of a strange dream, you see. Azusa-kun sprinkled a bunch of shichimi spice on top of my food, and then the shichimi started sprouting so Yuma-kun decided to cultivate it... (mumbles) Does shichimi even grow on trees? ...Either way, the whole house nearly got buried in shichimi...! Haah...That was bad for my heart...”

You giggle.

“Ah! Look at you laugh...I was desperate in my dream, you know!? As a punishment for laughing...Take this!!”

Kou pins you down.

*Thud*

“Hehe...~ Gotcha~!”

You protest.

“No way~ I’m not letting you go~”

You tell him it’s time to get out of bed.

“When you put it like that, I guess sleeping away the day would be a shame. I’m on vacation, so let’s make the most of it!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Flip*

“Hmー Those clothes are nice but I already have a similar outfit.”

*Flip*

“...Ah, stop! On the right page! The slightly oversized one. Don’t you think it’d look good on me?”

You nod.

“Right~? Guess I’ll try looking for it sometime...Okay, next page!”

You ask him about the way you’re sitting.

“Hm? Yeah. We’ll stay in this position for a while. Don’t worry, this couch is nice and fluffy, so it isn’t painful for me. You’re sitting in my lap, so you should be fine as well, right? ...Ah! Is this position actually uncomfortable for you? I’m so sorry for not noticing!"

Kou shuffles around.

*Rustle*

“You can lean back a little more, you know? Just entrust your body to me. I’ve got my arms wrapped tightly around you, so you won’t fall, right? Buuuut~ From this position I can see your nape quite nicely, you know?”

*Rustle rustle*

You drop the book.

“Haha~ I was just joking, yet you dropped the magazine. No need to get embarrassed when I’m simply embracing you. ...Last night we did thiiiis and thaaat, remember? Ah! Is that the reason why you’re getting flustered now? It had been a while since I gave you my fangs all over after all...The way you let yourself get thoroughly disheveled was pretty amazing, you know?”

You get upset at him for teasing you.

“I know, I know~ I won’t mention it again, not a word. So come sit on my lap? Let’s look through the remaining of the magazine together.”

You sit down on his lap again.

“Mmh~ Come here~ Watching you slowly scoot closer like that really reminds me of a cat. It’s very cute.”

*Flip*

“I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t gotten to relax like this in a while, but somehow it feels like a luxury.”

*TIMESKIP*

You put down a plate.

*Cling*

“Hooraaay~! It’s been forever since I got to enjoy your home-cooking! Time to dig in~!!”

Kou starts to eat.

“Mmh...~! (with his mouth full food) Delicious as always! The lunch boxes we got on location weren’t bad either, but they don’t even come close to your cooking. Somehow I feel really blessed.”

You ask him if the food is really that yummy.

“The delicious food’s part of it as well, but being to relax at home the whole day, filling my belly while having the girl I love by my side...When you’re with me, even the most trivial of things bring me happiness~”

He puts down his bowl.

“Of course, my brothers are precious to me and I do for sure miss home. However, I’m sure that with you by my side, I could be happy anywhere.”

Your cheeks flush.

“...Just kidding~ I got all sentimental, huh? Come on, you should take a seat as well. Let’s eat together!”

You sit down at the table as well.

“Okay, I’ll feed you! ...’Aaahn’ ...Mmh! Good job!”

*Cling*

“The vacation’s still far from over, so let’s spend tons of time together while it lasts, okay? I won’t let you go for even one minute or one second. Better brace yourself~!”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The term he uses here (充電) is the same word you would use for charging some sort of electronic device. Seems like he’s running low on ‘M-neko-chan energy’ xD

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #diabolik lovers more more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Settling (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Settling Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: Pinning Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set a few weeks before Old Parr in May 1989. Summary: Reader joins Javier and Steve at the bar.

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Tonight was supposed to be a date night with Lance. You had actually been looking forward to it. He was a decent cook and you always had a good time at his place. But by the time you got dressed up, you weren’t in the mood. It was the tailend of a workweek from hell and frankly, you just wanted to wind down with Steve and Javier.

Lance didn’t even seem upset with you for canceling. He really was a great guy. So understanding. He’d make a great boyfriend for someone, someday. Shit.

“Look at you,” Steve remarked as you came to a halt beside their table. “Is this how you dress when you’re not stuck with us?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’ve seen me in a dress before, asshole.” You set your gaze on Javier then, waving your hand at him, “Scoot.”

He complied, scooting towards the wall to give you space to sit down on the booth beside him. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight.”

“You weren’t supposed to,” You shrugged, drumming your fingers over the top of the table. “I was worried you’d be gone before I got here.” It was said to both of them, but your eyes lingered on Javier longer than necessary.

“The night is young.” Javier said with a smirk as he knocked back a shot of whiskey.

“Looks like I need to catch up.” You gestured to the whiskey, “I’ll be back.” You said as you slid out of the booth and headed to order drinks.

You heard Steve say something about getting refills, before he followed after you, “Did Lance cancel on you?” He questioned as he leaned against the bar beside you.

“I canceled on him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You shrugged your shoulders, tilting your head to look at him. “I just really wasn’t up for it.”

“You could’ve invited him out for drinks with us.” Steve suggested.

“Nah,” You shook your head. “We both know how Javi would’ve reacted to that. And I’m really not looking to sit through another pointed rant about the CIA. Even if I agree with him.”

“Are you and Lance okay?” He questioned, rubbing at the back of his neck as he turned towards you.

You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip. “We’re not not okay.” You hung your head. “I don’t know, Steve. Sometimes I feel like I could really love him. You know? I have this whole list of reasons why I should—“

“You have a list?” Steve shook his head as he chuckled. “Poor guy.”

“Poor guy is right,” You made a face. “It’s been almost a year and I think… He’s a lot more serious about this than I am.” You glanced back over your shoulder at Javier who was still nursing a bottle of beer. You’d rather be here than over at Lance’s. And you should’ve felt guilty about that. “Can we not talk about this at the table? I don’t wanna hear it from Javier.”

“Of course.” Steve gave your arm a pat. “For what it’s worth, if you have a list of reasons for why you should love someone, do you really love them?”

You slowly shook your head, “Probably not. But he’s a good guy. We always have fun together. We work… well enough.”

The bartender returned with the orders.

“It’s just… I always thought it would feel different. You know?” Your eyes flickered back towards the booth, only to find it empty.

“Forget I was here?” Javier remarked, causing your heart to skip a beat as he slung his arms over your shoulders and Steve’s.

“We can’t talk shit about you at the table.” Steve remarked, shaking his arm off. “The drinks just got here, jackass.”

His arm was still casually slung over your shoulders and you tried to ignore just how much you enjoyed it. “Were you really talking shit about me?” Javier questioned as he tapped on the bar and ordered two shots.

“In a round about way.” You answered, your eyes following Steve as he retreated back to the booth. “See you back at the table.”

Javier caught your arm before you could escape. “This shot has your name on it.” He said, gesturing towards the bartender as he returned with two shots. “You said you wanted to catch up.”

Your tongue traced over your bottom lip, before you relented, sitting your beer back down on the bar as you turned towards him. “Fine.” You crossed your arm with his, before bringing the shot to your lips and knocking it back with a satisfied hiss.

Something about the way the muscles of Javier’s neck showed as he leaned back to drink the whiskey caught your attention. And you tried to ignore the line of thinking that had you picturing your lips trailing over that same skin.

“So, where’s the suit?” Javier questioned, gesturing towards your dress. “Busy sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong?”

Something burned through you and it wasn’t just the whiskey. “Oh, fuck off Javier.” You snapped, turning on your heels and heading back for the booth.

You hadn’t considered the fact that entering the booth first meant Javier’s body would effectively cage you in. And he sat himself far too close to you as he rejoined you and Steve at the table.

Not that you hadn’t done the same before.

“Someone’s acting cagey about the CIA tonight.” Javier remarked lightly, giving you a pointed look.

“Drop it.” Steve said firmly, knocking his knuckles against the top of the table to get Javier’s attention. “Not tonight.”

You brought your beer bottle to your lips, glancing towards Javi. You watched the way his shoulders tensed as he stared straight ahead at Steve with body language you couldn’t quite read.

“Did you hear the director’s gonna be at the embassy this week?” Javier questioned, looking between you and Steve then.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Heard he’s in the city to meet with Barco. Things are going to be heating up over the next couple of months.” You explained, rolling the base of the beer bottle against the table.

“Escobar?” Steve questioned as he took a sip of beer.

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, giving a short shake of your head. “My sources think Gacha. He’s gone rogue the last couple months. Ever since news broke on the training camps, things have been tense.”

Javier rocked his jaw thoughtfully, “Your guy’s on the inside, right?”

Your eyes darted around warily, always cautious of who was listening. But the bar was filled with the regulars, familiar faces you’d seen weekly for almost two years. “Yeah. Matias has connections to the Ochoa brothers.” You answered Javier, keeping your voice low. “If we don’t get Gacha first, the Cali Cartel will. There’s a feud there that we could exploit.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he nodded in agreement, “Does Lance know about Matias?”

You rubbed your lips together and stared down at your bottle of beer.

“We didn’t come here to talk shop, Peña.” Murphy must’ve kicked him under the table because Javier jerked in his seat, his leg knocking against yours. “What are your plans for the weekend?”

“I finally got my hands on a copy of Queen of the Damned. Only eight months after its release.” You answered, offering Javier a faint smile. “Thanks, by the way.”

Javier nudged you in the ribs, “Anytime, baby.”

“How many shots ahead of me, are you?” You questioned, chewing on your bottom lip as you tilted your head to look at him.

His brows furrowed, “Three. Including the one at the bar.”

“Jesus Christ, Javi.” You shoved him playfully in the shoulder. “Go get me two.”

Reluctantly he slid out of the booth, glancing back at you, before he headed for the bar.

“Steve, I know I said I don’t want to discuss the Lance thing, but I can handle Javier being… Javier.” You knew he hated Lance, you were basically immune to his smartass comments at this point. “I appreciate the effort, though.”

“We both know Javier can take things too far.”

“I really don’t mind.” You looked towards the bar, watching as Javier laughed over something the bartender had said, before starting back towards the pair of you. “He means well.” You glanced back at Steve then, brows furrowed. “What’s that look for?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nothing.”

You frowned, “Doesn’t look like a nothing look to me.”

“Nah,” He waved his hand dismissively, before rubbing at the back of his neck. “So what’s the story with the book?”

“It’s been an absolute bitch trying to get non-essential shit through the embassy.” You explained, tapping the base of your bottle against the table, “I guess they don’t think Anne Rice is a need-to-have.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I’d mentioned the issue to Javier and he managed to get his hands on a copy.” You sat up a little straighter as Javier returned with the shots. “Let Connie know she can borrow it when I’ve finished.”

“She loves that shit.” Steve agreed with a nod. “She’ll get a kick out of it.”

You pushed your beer bottle aside as Javi returned, setting your sights on the two shots of whiskey. “You didn’t have more shots at the bar, did you?”

Javier shook his head, “We’ll be even after this.”

You downed both in succession, the glasses clinking against the table as you sat them back down heavily. You blinked, shuttering a little as you felt the warmth of the liquor fan out through you as it slid down your throat.

“You good?” Javier snorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you good?” You countered, narrowing your eyes at him, before you looked back at Steve. “Why aren’t you doing shots?”

“I don’t mix.” He gestured to his bottle of beer.

“Weak.”

Steve shrugged, “Probably.”

God, you were glad you’d decided to show up here, rather than going to Lance’s. You liked the guy, you really did… but you wouldn’t trade anything for this. With Steve and Javier you felt like you belonged. And that wasn’t a feeling you were intimately familiar with.

And maybe in the long run you could love Lance, but you weren’t ready for your relationship to reach that stage. How could you love someone who was loathed by the person who meant the — by the people who meant the world to you. Both of them, not just Javier.

You swallowed thickly as you rubbed your lips together.

“What are you doing this weekend, Javier?” Steve questioned.

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I’m working on a new informant.”

Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly, “Alright. So work?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

Your eyes followed the path his fingers took as they moved through his hair, unsticking the hair that was sticking against his forehead and behind his ears. You’d never noticed the bluish green mark behind his ear.

“When’d you get a tattoo?” You blurted out.

“What?” Javier turned to look at you, brows furrowed.

“Your tattoo.” You reached out and brushed your fingers over the spot just behind his ear. “I’ve never noticed it before.”

“Shit,” He thought for a moment. “I think I was probably eighteen.”

You rubbed your thumb over the spot, before you gently played your fingers through his hair there, savoring the soft texture of it beneath your fingertips.

Steve cleared his throat, “You never noticed that before?”

You shook your head, “You know, Lance hates tattoos.”

“Figures.” Javier huffed, making no attempt to stop your fingers as you played them through his hair more freely. “I’ve got more if you’d ever like a private tour of them.”

“Maybe.” You said coyly, brushing your fingers down the back of his neck before you reached for your beer again.

Steve looked between the two of you, before shaking his head slowly. “Not that anyone asked, but Connie and I are gonna drive out to Buenaventura. Spend the weekend near the water.”

You and Javier both gave him a skeptical look.

“That’s ten hours away, Murphy.” You pointed out.

“So what?” Javi questioned. “You’re gonna drive ten hours just to stare at the water?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Connie’s missing Miami.”

“Buenaventura is not Miami.”

“The water.” Murphy insisted. “Look, we just need a getaway.” He leaned his elbows against the table, “Come to think of it, a getaway might do you and Lance some good.”

You caught the way Javier’s head turned, his eyes fixed on your face. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Nope.” You said shortly, bringing your beer bottle to your lips. You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead. “Everything is just fine.”

He didn’t push it any further than that.

Another round of beers made its way to the table along with another pair of shots for you and Javier to share.

Why couldn’t it be this easy with Lance? You had fun with him, sure. But it never felt like this. And of course, it just had to be Javier. The last person in the world who would ever reciprocate anything outside of friendship.

And you were lucky you had that.

You never imagined yourself as the type of woman to settle, but honestly? Lance wasn’t that bad. He was a good man, he was kind and smart and funny. Good at his job. He should’ve been everything and yet...You’d rather be alone and have this than be stuck with someone you had to convince yourself to love.

Fuck. You were going to have to break up with Lance. And you were fairly certain he’d been slowly working towards popping the question with you.

But it wasn’t fair to either of you to keep playing a game.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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xatanna-troy · 4 years

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When the Dark Knight almost killed for his children.

and no one knew.

——

He should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve anticipated it. He should’ve been prepared. But he wasn’t.

Another criminal at large was terrorizing the city. It started with murders, then bombings, and soon gas homocides. Batman was on his trail for weeks; and everytime another day passed, another innocent life was added onto the list. The criminal didn’t bother to conceal his identity, neither did he make any demands. He just caused the chaos. While some speculated that the Joker was behind the murders, or maybe Scarecrow, but both of them were spending their sentence in Arkham, and were apparently enjoying the show.

Batman had finally found his location, his frustrations taking its peak when he gathered his sons and daughter to go after the criminal. Every moment the criminal heartlessly took a life, it was placed on the dark knight’s conscience. Batman had the option of going in alone, or maybe just taking robin with him; but it seemed his oldest sons had other plans.

Apparently the criminal was an escaped prisoner from Blüdhaven prison, and had a long line of sexual assault reports to answer to, which prompted Nightwing and Red hood to join in the fight.

But if he knew it would’ve been a bad idea, he would’ve chained his children to the cave and left them there.

Orphan and Red Robin were taking the back entry of the warehouse, Nightwing and Red hood in the front while Batman and Robin took the top. The silence of the location was palpable, as Batman had to constantly keep check on Red hood and Robin to make sure they don’t do anything brash.

The plan went accordingly. Only the criminal had his own plan too. Traps were set around the entire perimeter, making him wonder how he missed it. It was clear to Bruce that this was no ordinary man; he was smart, he was calculating, he wasn’t your regular psychopath.

The comms scrambled as they entered the warehouse, eliminating any methods of contact between their partners as they carefully trudged through the large area. Batman could only rely and trust in his sons and daughters’ instincts and hope that they find each other before anything destructive happens.

But they didn’t.

“BATMAN!” A scream echoed through the darkness, and his heart lurched at the sound of Red Robin’s voice. If Tim was yelling for help, it only meant nothing good was happening. But he couldn’t leave the warehouse, not yet, not when he’s so close to catching this guy.

“Robin. Go.”

Robin made a sound of protest, but the infamous bat glare shut him up, and he followed his father’s orders and left in the direction of the sound. Batman continued his investigation of the warehouse, keeping wary as his cowl enabled him to see through the dark.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM ! SLAM!

Loud noises of metal erupted near him, and the lights flickered on. Batman found him in another room, confusion brewing in his head as he kept a straight face. The criminal grinned as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Batman.” He addressed, making Batman’s posture tense. His eyes flickered around the room, analyzing every inch of its layout to understand how to use it to his advantage.

“Do you like it? I designed it myself. Fake layout with a million rooms underneath. No one gets in, no one gets out.” He laughed, walking up to the bat. As soon as he was, within his grasp, Batman seized his collar, only to let go when an electrical shock erupted through his insulated suit.

“How?” He muttered, shoving the criminal off. The man grinned again, “I did my research.” He simply replied, shrugging as if it were obvious. Batman narrowed his eyes under the cowl, choosing his next words carefully: “what do you want?”

The criminal chuckled, “to break the Batman.” He said, determination dripping from his voice.

The dark knight resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “how original.” He said, his monotone making the criminal laugh again. The man approached him again, leaning towards his face, seemingly undaunted by the cowl.

“No no. Im not out to break you like those other idiots. I actually know how to break you.” He said, raising a finger, and poking his suit. “Ever wonder what happened to your kids?” He asked rhetorically.

As if on cue, the man clicked a button and a tv flickered on, the sight of the state of the other heroes making Batman hold his breath. Nightwing and red hood struggling in a room similar to his own, flooded to the chest with flowing water. Orphan and Red Robin suffocating in another room and gasping from lack of air. And Robin, Robin was caged in metal box with heat flowing into it. “Breath taking isn’t it? The sight of your children on the brink of death. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking to try baked Robin.” He said, grinning maniacally.

Batman head butted the criminal, making him stumble back. He grabbed onto his collar again, resisting the shocks that burned through his body. “Let them go you bastard.” He growled, sending a punch across his face. The criminal laughed at the pain, blood trailing down his lip.

“Now why would I do that?” He said, clicking the button again. The flow of water increased, the level reaching to Nightwing and Red Hood’s chins, while orphan and Red Robin collapsed onto the floor in suffocation. Batman saw robin suppressing a reaction at the hot metal touching his skin. Batman grabbed the remote, looking over it before turning to him, grabbing his neck. “How do I turn it off?” He demanded. The man on the ground shrugged, “you can’t.”

Batman’s breathing quickened, he needed to stay calm. But it was difficult to do when the sight of his kids dying was literally right infront of him. “What the hell do you want ?!” He demanded, raising the criminal by his collar and slamming him against the wall. The shocks continued to pulse through his hands, but he didn’t care, he’d rather loose his hands than his kids. The criminal only grinned again at him, “to break...Batman.” He said.

Batman growled, seeing red, he threw the man to the ground. “You think this is a game?!” He yelled, punching him straight on the face. “You think it’s funny to play with their lives?!” He screamed, punching him continuously. His fists felt numb as he continued to touch the criminal. Whatever electrical suit he wore, did a good job at whatever he was doing.

The criminal began to laugh, and it only agitated him more. He reminded him so much of the joker. So much of how joker used to taunt him when Jason died. He wasn’t going to let Jason die. Not again. He wasn’t going to let any of his kids die.

In a blind feat of rage, Batman continued attacking the criminal, punishing him for putting the boys and cass in danger. “You f*cking BASTARD!! TELL ME HOW TO SAVE THEM!!” He screamed.

The criminal grinned bloody and bruised. “You’ll....have...to...kill...me..” he heaved out. “It’s in my suit.....and...its...connected...to...my...brain...”

The criminal leaned up against him, “you want to save them? Break your rule. Be a killer like the rest of us.” He grinned.

Batman growled, “don’t think I’ll spare you for this.” He snapped, his hands wrapping around his throat, cutting of his air supply. Bruce had never felt so much anger, and he didn’t know where it was coming from. The criminal showed no resistance, only letting him choke him. “Tick tok.” He heaved out between gasps. The dark knight’s grip tightened, clenching his jaw in rage.

With one hand still wrapped around his throat, he used to the other to punch him again. “You sick...f*cking bastard.” He growled.

Batman shouldve been paying attention to the tv. But he wasn’t. If he did, he’d know that the traps had timers, and within fifteen minutes, they’d be free. They’d probably be unconscious but they be Alive and fine. This was all a game, a ploy. Once they find out Batman broke his moral code, they’d shun him.

Bruce watched the criminal’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his pulse weakening.

Almost. Almost. He thought. Almost there and they’d be alright. He can still save them.

“BATMAN? CAN YOU HEAR US? WHERE ARE YOU?”

Nightwing’s voice snapped him out of his rage, he turned back, to see the rooms were now empty, and his children were Alive.

Heavily breathing, he realized he’d been tricked, and hasted away from the criminal. The man had passed out, looking deathly pale as it is. Bruce looked down at his hands, seeing the shock burned through his gloves and into his skin.

He almost killed a man. That was his intention. The horrifying realization burned into him like a stab wound.

No, he almost killed for his kids. He reasoned, but it was what it was. Killing was killing. That’s why he never went after joker no matter how much he wanted to.

“BATMAN DO YOU COPY??!”

The dark knight gulped, standing up shakily. He pressed a burnt finger against his cowl.

“I’m here. The hostile has been subdued.”

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jasontoddshoe · 4 years

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Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 7 - Aftermath

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, grieving

Master List

6 years ago

It’d been a week since you left San Francisco. Your first mission was to find Vanessa as soon as your feet hit the ground in Gotham. Getting a last minute flight back home was easier than you’d thought it would be. You didn’t care youd left most of your stuff in titans tower, you figured it’d get mailed back to you, or Jason would take it. Like you expected it showed up at your door a few days later.

You stormed through the hallway of Gotham academy, a place you hadn’t been back to despite school having started again a few days prior. Good acting skills got Selina to let you stay home from ‘sickness’. Eventually the sadness you felt from Jason’s infidelity turned into anger toward Vanessa. It’s not like she was clueless as to Jason being taken, she was a good friend of yours after all.

You noticed her a few feet in front of you, so you sped up your pace. You grabbed her backpack and dragged her into a nearby storage closet. You roughly tossed her inside before shutting and locking the door.

“How the fuck could you do that to me?” You asked sharply, turning around and shoving her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you, as she’d fallen from your shove.

“(Y/n) what are you talking about?” She asked, squeezing the shoulder that you’d pushed.

“You slept with my boyfriend! What do you mean what am I talking about?” You snapped, your eyes holding a sharp glare down at her as her eyes widened.

“I’ve never even been alone with Jason (y/n)!” She stated. “I never slept with him”

“Does Chase know?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. She stood up to her feet, taking a step back from you who was clearly enraged.

“No, because it never happened!” She exclaimed exasperatedly, watching as your jaw clenched.

“Drop the fucking act Vanessa! Jason told me you slept with him!” You barked, taking a step toward you. She instinctively took another step back.

“I don’t know why he’d do that because I swear to you (y/n) I haven’t gone anywhere near him” she shakily said, eyes holding a slight fear toward you. You looked like you were about to beat the shit out of her. “(Y/n) I promise you, I’m being completely honest right now. I have never, ever done anything with Jason, nor do I ever plan to”

“Then why did he tell me you’d had sex?” You asked roughly.

“I have no idea!” She answered. You stared at her for a little bit, seeing genuine confusion on her expression about the whole situation. Your demeanor softened, unclenching your jaw and letting your arms fall to your sides. “(Y/n) I’m sorry”

“No, I’m sorry for throwing you in a storage closet and being a bitch. Now I’m just confused” you admitted, shaking your head as tears started to form in your eyes. “I need to go talk to Jason” you mumbled before walking out of the storage closet quickly.

**********

After a few train rides and bus stops later, you found yourself at the door to Wayne manor. At this point you didn’t even care if it was Bruce who answered the door, you just needed to talk to Jason. You knocked on the door quickly, glancing around at the scenery while waiting. The manor seemed darker than normal, like a cloud was looming over it. A few minutes later, the door popped open revealing Alfred.

“I need to talk to Jason” you blurted, relieved to see the older man. Instantly you could see Alfred clam up slightly. He glanced at the ground before looking back up at you.

“Miss (Y/n), I’m so sorry” he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows at him slightly. You had a bad feeling in your gut as he opened his mouth to speak again, and when he did, your world shattered. “Master Jason died. Two nights ago” he informed you, having to fight back his own tears.

You had no willpower left to hold back your own as you burst out into a sob. “W-What?” You choked out, twats already wildly streaming down your face. “No, no he can’t be”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this” Alfred said sadly, letting you walk forward and hug him tightly.

“What even happened?” You asked after a few moments of just crying your heart out into Alfred’s suitcoat.

“He’d been getting more reckless since he returned from California, and one night he decided to go after the Joker. Bruce didn’t make it to him in time” he explained quietly. Another loud sob wracked your body, shoulders shaking from your intense cries.

“This is all my fault” you mumbled. “I-I broke things off with him, and he got reckless after that. If I would’ve just listened to him, he’d still be here”

“Miss (Y/n) you can’t blame yourself for this. This is entirely the Joker’s fault” he stated, rubbing your back soothingly. “Jason left something for you, I found it sitting on his desk yesterday morning” he commented. You pulled away from him so he could grab what he was talking about.

Alfred turned and grabbed something off of the table by the door. He turned back around and gave you a sad smile as he held it out for you. Jason’s worn copy of his favorite book with an envelope slightly sticking out the top.

“It’s addressed to you, miss (y/n)” Alfred stated, watching as your eyes scanned the book.

“Thank you, Alfred” your voice was quiet and gravelly as you looked up at the man. “Um, I think I’ll go now, I’m sorry for your loss” your voice cracked at the common phrase people said to those hurting from a loss. You couldn’t believe he was gone, you lost him.

“My apologies to you as well miss (y/n)” he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Please Alfred, there’s no need for the formalities” you have him a weak smile before turning to go home. Your tears never stopped, prompting many caring strangers to ask if you were ok on your walk home.

As soon as you made it into your bedroom, successfully sneaking past Selina, you broke down. You fell to your knees as violent sobs wracked your body. You placed your hands over your face and cried loudly into them, no longer being able to control your physical reactions.

“Jason!” You called longingly, hoping, somehow, he’d hear you. You cried like that for hours. Eventually, after letting you cry it out for a little bit, Selina came into your room and you told her everything. It was nice to have a little bit of comfort from her, as she’d been sort of like a mom since she took you in.

When you were finally alone again, you glanced over to the copy of Fahrenheit 451 that sat on your nightstand. The amount of memories of Jason from that book alone flooded your mind and made your eyes well with tears once again. Your eyes were already raw from crying so much at this point, but you didn’t care.

You picked up the book, which had clearly been showed a lot of love over the years. You smiled slightly, the most recent thought of the book coming into your mind. Jason seemed perfectly content on that flight to San Francisco, your chest ached at the thought of everything that happened after that flight which in turn lead to his death. You shook it out of your head, wiping your eyes before cracking open the cover. Your fingers toyed with the white envelope inside, pulling it out and reading it over.

Alfred was right, it was in fact addressed to you. The wasn’t exactly an address on it, the front of it only said “For (Y/n), my one and only.” You squeezed you eyes shut to try and keep a few stray tears from falling before opening the envelope.

“Hey Doll, it’s Jason.

I know I’m probably the very last person that you wanna talk to right now and I understand that, which is why I’m sitting down to write this instead I guess.

I just wanna start off by saying that I am a goddamn idiot, and you definitely deserve better than me. Hell, look what I did to you. I broke your heart, and I didn’t even mean to. I don’t know why I did what I did, but I can tell you it’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

I have never, ever, had sex with Vanessa. I would never even dream of it doll. Sorry, force of habit to call you that, I know you don’t want me to anymore. I don’t know why I said that I did, I guess I just wanted to make you mad.

In hindsight I see that the reason I got upset was stupid, and you were completely right. It was just Gar, in dog form, being a dog. I was angry at the time and I guess I just wanted you to see how I felt, but I went about it in a stupid way. It’s completely my fault and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for breaking your heart and probably losing your trust. Hell, probably making you lose trust in everyone else too. I fucked up, I fucked with your heart and I’m sorry.

I mean it when I say you’re the only one for me. I know I say it a lot so you probably just pass it off as one of those things I do, but every time I say it, I mean it completely. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else, you’re perfect (y/n).

Not just because of that amazing body you have (sorry, I had to say it), but everything about you. Your kind heart who always put others before yourself, you’re genuinely one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, how you can keep up with me in that banter thing we do so easily, the fact you’re willing to do anything for the ones you love, and I could go on for pages but what I’m trying to say is, just you, (y/n). I love everything about you.

You’re the one I want, the one I need, the one I had. But the one I lost because I’m an idiot. I know this whole mess is my fault and I know that I’m an asshole. I hope you can forgive me for what I did, and I hope you’ll let me help fix your heart that I broke.

I’ve known you since we were kids, and I know you’re not the type of person to just open up to people instantly. You opened up to me, gave me your everything, and I took advantage of that. Over something as stupid as an argument rooted from my jealousy. My petty jealousy over a guy I knew you only saw as a friend. I now realize I’ve repeated myself a bit, I hope you don’t mind. Im just kind of writing whatever comes to mind here.

In all honesty, I’m sitting down to write this letter because I know I’m about to do something stupid, and I don’t know what’ll happen. I kind of have a bad feeling in my gut which is what made me sit down to write this just in case I never get to say it in person. But that clown bastard has got to pay for what he’s done, and Bruce won’t do it so that leaves it to me.

I decided to put this letter in my book because whenever I read it around you I noticed you reading over my shoulder. You never were able to completely read it though, you always would fall asleep in the middle of a chapter and never get to hear the end. Now you’ve got all the time in the world to read it, I’m letting you keep it.

Ok, I should probably stop writing now before I kill another tree, as you’d say.

I love you (y/n). Always have, and I absolutely always will.

-Jaybird”

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5 years later

“Well, this has been fun” you stated, twirling a silver chained diamond necklace through your fingers. You stared down at the man sleeping in the bed of the cheap motel, fast asleep. You shook your head and snatched up his gold watch. “Geez, you can afford a solid gold watch but you can’t pay for a better hotel room than this?” You mumbled accusingly. “Alright I got all I needed from you sir” you sighed, exiting the room quietly.

As soon as you were outside, you made it up to a rooftop, safely tucked away from anyone else as you silently started go over what you’d got that night.

“(Y/n) (L/n)” a formal sounding voice called, catching your attention. You looked up to see a woman dressed in traditional league of assassins attire, making you groan mentally. “The great Ra’s al Ghul requests your assistance” she stated, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took it from her.

“Uh, ok” you replied, opening the folded paper holding the details of when and where you were going. “Wait why does he need my help?” You asked her as she started walking away.

“That is between the great Ra’s al Ghul and you, miss (L/n)” she answered before dissapearing into the city. You huffed and stared down at the paper in your hands.

“What the hell does he want?” You asked yourself as you started your trip home.

The next morning you went to where he said there’d be a jet waiting for you and lo and behold, there it was. You sighed, shaking your head as you stepped aboard. Instantly thoughts filled your mind of your flight to California with Jason, as the plane had almost the exact same set up as Bruce’s jet. You gulped and sat down in a seat, quietly getting ready for the flight.

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“Ok Ra’s what the hell did you want?” You asked, stepping into the grand throne room looking room. The man himself sat upon a chair fit for a king, looking as young as ever. “I know you don’t like me so I’m a little confused why I was summoned” you added. He rose to his feet and took a couple steps toward you.

“You’re correct, I don’t like you. But it’s the least I could do, considering the circumstances” he stated, walking past you and toward the door. “Follow” he commanded, making you roll your eyes as you complied.

“Least you could do for what?” You asked confusedly, following behind him as he walked through the twisting and turning hallways.

“He wanted to see you as his final wish before return, and it was my duty to fulfill it” he replied, making you scoff.

“See this is exactly why I don’t fucking like you. Why do you talk like that?” You asked exasperatedly. “Please just answer my questions and not speak in parables” you practically pleaded.

“And I don’t like you because you’re rude and brash but again, if it was my decision you wouldn’t be here” he sighed, stopping in front of a door. “But it’s his wish, so you’re here” he crinkled his nose as he glanced you up and down, making you roll your eyes as your arms crossed over your chest. “He’s in there” he stated, gesturing to the door.

You furrowed your eyebrows, still confused about who ‘he’ was. Nevertheless you walked forward and entered the room, shutting the door behind you. In front of you there was a man sitting at the bar with his back to you. He looked rather large, both tall and muscular. Shaggy black hair sat atop his head, shifting around slightly as he turned to see what the noise from you entering was. As soon as you saw those eyes you knew who he was and you sucked in a small gasp.

“Jason” you asked quietly. He nodded and stood to his feet, his full height now showing. He was much taller now than what you remembered him being, but that was something to do with how long it’d been.

“Hey doll” he gave you a small smile. You let out a breath as you felt your eyes welling up with tears. You ran toward him, slamming yourself against his body in the tightest hug you could give.

“It’s really you? You’re alive?” You asked, pulling back from him to cup his face and examine it. He nodded, placing his hands over top of yours.

“Yeah, I am” he breathed out, staring back down at you. His own eyes started to tear up as he pulled you back in for another hug. After a few minutes of just standing there and hugging, he brought you over to where he was previously sitting.

“How is this possible? Alfred told me you were dead” you asked, wiping your face clear of any tears with the back of your hands. You couldn’t stop them completely though, your vision slightly fogging as your eyes welled up once again.

“I was. Then Talia and Ra’s brought me back here and stuck me in Ra’s pit. It brought me back, but as far as everyone outside of this sanctuary knows, I’m still dead” he explained shortly. He dropped his gaze down to his lap, his own tears falling a little bit more intensely now. “And when Ra’s gave me the chance to bring someone here I knew it had to be you” you leaned forward, softly placing a hand on his knee, prompting him to look back up at you.

“Are you ok Jason?” You asked. It felt like a dumb question, but you wanted to help.

“No. I haven’t been for a long time” he answered honestly, eyes falling back down. “Every time I got to take a shower, or change, or do anything, I see the scars that litter my body. The constant reminder of what that twisted clown did. They’re unavoidable, I can’t run away from them, they’re always there. And that laugh, god that damn laugh. I hear it all the time, taunting me. Daring me to come find him and do something about what he did. Even more so, daring me to hunt down those who helped him succeed. Pair that with the guilt I felt for dying without making anything right with you. Beating myself up for getting to take the easy way out, and leaving you even more broken than before. I’m so damn sorry (Y/n)” you cupped his face softly as he once again looked up at you. Tears furiously streamed down his face, and you wiped them away.

“You have nothing to apologize for Jaybird, none of this was your fault. I am so, so sorry for what Joker did to you. It’s just plain awful and you deserved none of it. As for what happened between us, it’s my fault I didn’t let you explain anything. If I had, then none of this would’ve happened” you tried to comfort him the best you could. It was hard trying to figure out what to say, you’d never experienced anything like what he’d been through, but you desperately wanted to help.

“It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t fucked up either” he retorted, making you shrug.

“We both fucked up. It was a group effort” you replied, making him let out a single, breathy chuckle. “There’s that beautiful smile I missed so much” you mumbled, making him give you another small half smile. You brought your hands down from his face to hold his that rested in his lap.

“(Y/n), I’m coming back to Gotham, but I think it would be better if we just stayed friends. I don’t want to be dragging you into what I’m doing” he said after a few moments of silence. You felt a small pang in your chest, having just gotten him back and now sort of losing him again. But you understood, he deserved time to himself anyway. He was still healing from what happened to him, and you respected that.

“That’s fine” you responded quietly, giving his hands a small squeeze. You two sat there for a little while longer, catching up on a few things and just chatting. When it came time for you to leave, you got another, final, long hug before you departed.

A few months later, a string of murders connected to a new crime lord, the Red Hood, surfaced in Gotham, and you knew it had to be Jason. It kind of hurt to know he’d been turned into a killer now, but it was mostly just anger at the Joker for scarring him so bad that it’s what he turned to. To try and help yourself keep your distance from him as he’d wished, you moved to Blüdhaven. Though just to your luck, fate always seemed to bring you back together.

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“The Leaky Cauldron” || YEAR 3 – Ch.6 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/28/2020

Word count: 3,206

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather paced Harry’s room looking at the stack of books on his bed while he yawned and slouched over the headboard. She dragged her quill down the list she had made and checked off each box as she read the textbook names.

“Looks like that’s almost everything,” Heather smiled and folded up the parchment.

Harry sighed, “What are we missing, and can we go get it now? I’m bored.”

“We need the Divination book,” she headed for the door, “So let’s go.”

Harry jumped out of bed and ran in front of her, heading out the room first. Heather ran after him, taking the stairs two at a time and nearly passed him a few feet from the door. They touched the back door at the same time and gasped, trying to catch their breath.

“I won.”

“No you didn’t!”

The bricks were extra red that morning with the sun shining brightly on them. Harry tapped the bricks and they moved quickly, letting in to Diagon Alley where the morning bustle was filled with extra chatter as more students visited the shops for their materials.

As they walked to the bookstore, they looked over the bobbing heads to try to spot bright brown bushy hair or outstanding orange hair. Hermione and the Weasleys were nowhere to be seen yet. Heather had spent the last week helping Harry with his essays and now this last week was spent looking for their friends among the crowds and purchasing their materials extra slow in case they saw them.

The bookshop was not as busy as the other stores yet and the manager came over quickly to offer them help. Heather took out her list and looked for the missing book they needed.

“Er, two copies of ‘Unfogging the Future’ by – ”

“Cassandra Vablatsky, yes yes,” he led them to the divination section and pointed out the books on the shelf.

She took two and turned to follow the manager back but Harry stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Look,” he stared at the misty image of a black dog with sharp black eyes.

“‘Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming’?” She shook her head. They were definitely not purchasing that. Harry would probably carry that book around everywhere pointing out a bunch of death omens.

The manager chuckled, “Oh don’t worry about ever needing that. Those books always just scare people and very rarely do anything good.”

They followed the manager to the register and paid. They had been in Flourish and Blotts for a total of ten minutes and the rest of their morning, afternoon, and evening were now completely free. They walked back to the Leaky Cauldron and up to Harry’s room with the rest of their materials to be packed away in their trunks.

Harry sat down on the bed and tapped his fingers on the cover of his divination book, “Heather?”

She was closing the door after dragging her trunk into his room from hers. “Yes?”

“D’you think… What we saw that night was a death omen?”

“Saw what night Harry?”

“That thing coming out of the bushes before the Knight Bus arrived.”

She had a hard time recalling it but did remember something about a black blob-ish creature, “Oh… Well it was just a dog or something. A stray, Harry. Now please pack your things and forget about that omens book.”

The next few days were spent walking around Diagon Alley and looking through shop windows. She had forbidden Harry from taking any of their money with him and had to refuse his beggings for a new broom. On the last day they decided to go for some ice cream and sit outside watching as people went by with their bags filled with goods.

“Heather!”

“Harry!”

Hermione and Ron came running down the stream of wizards to hug them. They got some more ice cream and the four of them sat down.

“We heard why you were staying at the Leaky Cauldron,” Hermione crossed her arms.

Heather and harry looked at each other and then frowned at Ron.

His ears went red, “Dad mentioned it and I… might have let it slip.”

“I CAN’T believe you two blew up your AUNT!”

Heather pointed at Harry, “He did. Not me.”

Harry pushed her finger away, “I didn’t mean to. It just sort of… happened.”

“Ron stop laughing! This is serious! You could have gotten expelled Harry!”

Heather turned to him as well, “Actually apparently he could have gone to Azkaban.”

Ron snorted, “No one would send Famous Harry Potter to AZKABAN. Get real. Everyone else though would be mad to do what you did. I’d definitely be sent to Azkaban for that.”

Heather flicked Harry’s ear and turned to Ron, “Can we go home with you? Since it’s the last day?”

“No need, we’re staying at the Leaky and so is Hermione. Dad’ll take everyone to King’s Cross tomorrow.” Ron’s eyes widened and he almost reach in his robes with his ice cream hand. “Look at this!” he pulled out a long wand with his other hand, “My very own wand! Brand new too.”

Heather looked down at the large lumpy bag next to Hermione, “What’s all that?”

She patted it happily, “Oh, well I’ve been approved to take several more classes. Took all summer owling back and forth with Professor McGonagall. Apparently, it had to be approved by the school governors.”

Heather felt very ill suddenly, like her heart had dropped to her stomach and the flush on her face felt closer to embarrassment than anger but neither of those words described the feeling very well. “But-what-How did… How many new subjects? I don’t understand. Did they pick you? Did you ask?”

Hermione nodded, “Professor McGonagall talked to me about it after I asked if I could take them all.”

“How many more? Which classes?”

She shrugged, “All of them. Let’s see,” she started counting on her fingers. “Divination and care of magical creatures like you guys, plus Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy,” she smiled.

The three of them just stared at her with annoyance.

“And when will you be blocking in sleeping and eating?” Harry laughed finally, half hoping it was a joke for her sake.

Ron still stared at her, “Heather I’m glad you haven’t decided to turn into a school zombie this year.”

Heather glared at him and quickly finished her ice cream, “Let’s go already.” She should have asked Professor Snape about taking more classes. Why did she think Hermione wanting to take them all was somehow a joke? Maybe she could still come in first in the classes that were the same…

Hermione jumped up, “Oh! I’m allowed to get a pet for school this year! Early birthday present from my parents.”

Ron wiped his hands on his shirt and pointed over to the top of the winding cobble street, “Magical Menagerie’s over there.”

Magical Menagerie was a small shop made even smaller by the dozens of cages covering the walls with squeaking, squawking, rattling, and hissing. Heather and Ron went immediately to check on the treats and snacks for toads and rats while Harry helped Hermione pick an animal.

“I don’t think any of these will help Scabbers,” Ron sighed and looked away from the assortment of magical treats.

Heather leaned in and squinted her eyes at Scabbers. He was looking very ill, with bald patches in odd places. “Ask the witch. She might give you something specific.” She followed Ron up to the register.

“Miss? My rat’s ill. He got like that a few days ago after we came back from Egypt.”

She took out thick round glasses that made her eyes as big as the sugar coated fat toad flies and took him in her hands. “Have you tried banging him a few times?”

Ron nodded, “But he won’t perk up.”

The witch held him upside down by his tail while he wriggled around, “He looks ancient. How old is he?”

“Er. Old. Very, very, old, I think. He’s been in my family for twelve years.”

“Well there are many reasons why a rat might do this. What powers does it have?”

Heather and Ron looked at each other and shrugged.

“None, I don’t think. He just is.”

She pointed at his bitten ear and missing toe, “Run him through the wash?”

Ron’s ears went pink and looked at both the witch and Heather defensively, “No! I’m not that forgetful. Percy gave ‘im to me like that.”

“Well, no normal rat lives longer than five years so it must be a mix. Don’t worry there’re hundreds of these things living throughout the cities. No ordinary rats but certainly not as hard-working or hard-wearing than pure wizarding rats.” She placed Scabbers on the counter and kept him trapped under her hand as she pulled out a cage from under the counter, “Like these. I can get you a discount on a replacement if you’d like. Pick from one of these.”

Ron shook his head and took Scabbers back, “No. He works just fine for now.”

“Is there nothing else he can do?” Heather watched the rats in the cage skip rope with their tails and show off their little furry arms, “Like a shot or pill or something?”

The witch sighed, “Here.” She produced a little red glass bottle from under the counter, “See if that’ll help.”

“Thanks – HEY!”

A giant orange cat with long matted fur jumped down from the tall shelf above the witch’s head and onto Ron’s. Ron threw his head forward and the cat landed on its back on the counter and swatted Scabbers out of Ron’s grip.

“CROOKSHANKS! COME BACK HERE,” the witch pulled on the cat’s tail as it jumped off the counter and chased Scabbers out the open door.

Ron and Heather ran after them, following the bright orange fur between people’s feet. Crookshanks had pinned Scabbers down between its paws and was about to bite his neck when Ron and Heather dived for them. Ron pulled Scabbers out while Heather picked a very heavy Crookshanks up like an enormous baby.

Huffing and puffing they made their way back to the Magical Menagerie to find Harry and Hermione waiting by the counter with no owl picked out. Heather placed Crookshanks back on the counter and held him down for the witch.

“Well. Here he is,” the witch said to Hermione.

“He’s perfect!” Hermione tried picking him up and groaned, “Oh! You made it look easy, Heather.”

“What do you mean he’s perfect? For what?” Ron looked to Hermione and the coins on the counter, “Whose are those?”

“Mine,” the witch took them and dropped them in her apron.

“Harry asked where you guys went and she told us about Crookshanks and about how he’s been here for YEARS so of course I had to take him,” Hermione hugged the floppy cat tightly.

“Yeah? Did she tell you how he tried to murder my rat just now?”

Hermione scoffed, “It’s just his instinct, Ron. It’s not murder.”

Ron looked to Heather and Harry but they just shook their heads, refusing to take sides. They walked out together but Ron refused to walk next to Hermione and Crookshanks. They made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Mr. Weasley was sitting at the bar drinking and reading the Daily Prophet when they walked in. He smiled and waved them over, “Harry! Heather! Good to see you two.” He looked down at Crookshanks and nodded at him, “And your new friend.”

Hermione nodded and lifted him up higher before giving Ron a look and heading up the stairs towards her room.

“Black’s still on the loose?” Harry pointed at the man screaming on the front cover.

Mr. Weasley pressed his lips together, “Yes. Unfortunately. A lot of wizards have been tasked to assist in his capture. I’m even doing some patrols here in Diagon Alley.”

“Hope we’re the ones who catch him. The reward money’s big, isn’t it?”

Mr. Weasley shook his head, “No, no. He’s far too dangerous. If I find him I’m supposed to sound the alarm. He’s too dangerous for any Weasley or Potter,” he looked at the twins, “to catch. The Azkaban guards will do that. Understand?”

The three of them nodded and Mr. Weasley went back to smiling.

Mrs. Weasley came in followed by Fred and George, Giny, and Percy. Mrs. Weasley greeted them with a hug and Giny said hello to Heather but could barely look at Harry when she greeted him after. Percy stepped forward and extended his hand to each of them.

“Heather. Harry. How very nice to see you both,” he gave them a quick nod and straightened his shirt.

“Hello, Percy.”

“Hello,” Harry turned to Heather trying not to laugh.

“I see you are both doing well,” Percy motioned to them generally with his hands and folded them behind his back.

Heather nodded awkwardly, “We are – ”

Fred and George pulled Percy back and took his place.

“Mr. Potter, how very splendid a coincidence to see you in this exquisite establishment,” Fred bowed and tipped his fake top hat.

George followed suit, “Miss Potter, how have you spent this marvelous evening? I trust the day has treated you well?”

Everyone but Percy and his parents laughed.

“Alright, boys, move along. Harry! Heather,” she hugged them both really tight. “Did you get our presents? Can you believe we got to spend the summer in Egypt? How were your birthdays?”

“Yes, yes, and good,” Harry smiled.

“And Percy made Head Boy! Oh, another one in the family – ”

“The last one,” Fred interrupted.

“I’m certain,” she frowned at him.

Heather, Harry, and Ron went up to join Hermione for an hour before they all came back downstairs for dinner. The innkeeper had put several tables together for all seven Weasleys, Heather, Harry, and Hermione to fit comfortably. They enjoyed eating the special for that night, rotisserie chicken and biscuits, and enjoyed hearing about Egypt and Hermione’s week in France.

“How are you taking us all to the train tomorrow?” Fred looked at his mom, “You still have time to teach us how to apparate.”

“You’re not of age,” Percy scolded them.

“The Ministry is lending me cars, we’ll all fit just fine, don’t worry,” Mr. Weasley interrupted before another fight broke out.

“It doesn’t have to fit us all, Percy can apparate himself to school. He’s ‘of age’,” Fred took first scoops into the chocolate pudding.

Percy moved the pudding bowl towards Hermione right beside him, “Guests first.”

“We’re all guests,” George mumbled.

“Thank you, Percy dear. Fred. Enough of that,” Mrs. Weasley wagged her finger.

Percy gave Fred a winning smile and turned away, “Why are we getting cars?”

“Because we don’t have our old one anymore,” Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron who looked down at his pudding.

Percy turned to Ron too, “All your stuff is on my bed so you better pack before we sleep, Ron.”

Ron scowled at Percy who only rolled his eyes.

They passed around the bowl of pudding and everyone enjoyed second and third helpings. After dinner everyone went to their rooms to go to bed, and while Ron packed, Heather, Harry, and Hermione kept him company.

“Has the rat tonic done anything yet?” Heather poked the lump in Ron’s shirt pocket.

“No,” Ron jammed his clothes into his trunk and sat on top, trying to shut it.

“It’ll fit if you fold it,” Hermione pulled him off and started showing him how to fold.

“Fine then, everyone take a shirt.”

Harry and Ron folded while Hermione and Heather organized his trunk better, pushing all his books to one side and leaving the other side for clothes and other materials. Heather lifted a lumpy hat and a Sneakoscope fell out, twirling fast and glowing bright with a high-pitched whistle.

“It’s broken,” Ron grumbled. “Did yours stop spinning?”

“When we got them, they weren’t glowing or moving at all. Not like that,” Heather stuffed it back in his magenta hat.

“They probably got tired on the journey,” Ron stuffed the rest of the shirts in the empty spaces making Hermione sigh and place her hands on her hips.

“Percy was probably right about them being a rip off.”

Ron shut his trunk, “No he wasn’t. The man said they really work.”

“Yes, of course he would Ron. He was trying to sell them to you.”

Heather stood up and dusted off her knees, “Well maybe its relative to Ron. Is there someone here you don’t trust?”

Ron put his hands on his hips too, “Yeah. Percy to not remind Mum and Dad about the car and your bloody orange beast to not eat Scabbers.”

Harry stepped between Hermione and Ron before Hermione could respond, “Have you seen that book Hagrid got us?”

“Crookshanks is just a cat. He did something any cat would do. If you keep Scabbers in your room I’ll keep Crookshanks in mine and then there won’t be a problem. Will there?”

“‘The Monster Book of Monsters’ I think it was called?”

“Sure, until it gets loose and sniffs Scabbers out.”

“How do you even read it?”

Percy came in and set his Head Boy pin on the nightstand, “Alright, get to bed everyone. We’ll be up early.”

Hermione scoffed at Ron and turned to Percy, “You’re right, Percy. It IS time for bed. Also, congratulations on being Head Boy.” She turned and marched out of the room.

Harry and Heather waved goodnight to Ron and exited the room.

“You couldn’t have helped me?” Harry grumbled to Heather.

She shrugged, “They both kinda have points.”

They went to Harry’s room and both got to work packing his trunk. It was easier to help Harry because he wasn’t so picky about where things were going, not like Ron.

Harry picked up his unglowing and untwirling Sneakoscope, “It was definitely a rip off. I don’t trust Fred and George not to pull a prank on one of us on the last night here.”

“If I wake up with color-changing goo in my hair I’ll hex them,” Heather laughed. “If I were Percy, I’d lock the door.”

“Do you think our family would have been like them?” Harry rolled the Sneakoscope on the floor in front of him.

Heather tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it wouldn’t go down. She stared at her hands for several minutes and stood up, kneeling on his trunk and shutting it tight. “Night, Harry. We’ll get to go home to Hogwarts tomorrow.”

Harry nodded and walked her to the door. “We’ll be home tomorrow.”

She watched him close the door slowly and quickly stopped it and hugged him, “You’re all the family I need so stop almost getting expelled.”

He smiled, nodded, and closed the door. She left to her own room, packed her things and fell onto her bed before remembering her nightly routine. She dropped to the floor and started doing her Quidditch exercises, barely reaching a fourth of what the book said and laid back down on the bed, exhausted.

“I WILL make it on the team.”

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embeanwrites · 4 years

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 5

First chapter, previous chapter

Thursday went by slowly. Neither Nines nor Gavin came to my office during lunch that day. Which after Wednesday’s fiasco, that made sense. I woke up Friday morning once again feeling nervous. My dad and Connor were coming to my office to help me rearrange the furniture. I also had a box in the corner of my room of decorations I wanted for my office. It was 10 am, my dad was probably awake, right? I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contact list till I found his name, clicking his name and I waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad, it’s (Y/n). I was wondering if you guys could pick me up before heading to the university. I have some decorations I want to bring to my office.”

“Yeah, sure. We can pick you up in like half an hour? Connor’s taking Sumo for a walk right now.” He said with a chuckle.

“That works, Connor knows my apartment building, so just send me a message when you guys get here!” We both said bye and hung up.

I moved the box closer to the front door and lounged on the couch, pulling out my phone to pass the time. I thought about looking Gavin up on social media, but that felt like a huge overstep of boundaries. Plus, I don’t even like him, it doesn’t matter to me whether or not he comes to my office anyway. While debating what I wanted to do Connor sent me a message saying they were here. I quickly put my phone in my pocket, grabbed my box, and headed downstairs.

Walking up to my dad’s car I saw Connor had already moved to the back seat. I got into the passenger seat and turned around to look at him.

“Connor, you don’t always have to sit in the back.” Connor was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans. It was strange seeing him in casual clothes. My dad was in an ugly Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. I wrinkled my nose at his outfit. “What are you wearing?”

“Are you kidding? This is a great outfit.” My dad said defensively.

“I mean, it’s a great outfit if you want to get mistaken for an off-brand Jimmy Buffett.” I said with a laugh, my dad just shook his head and started driving towards the university.

“What all do you have in the box?” Connor asked.

“Some photos, gifts from friends before I left, and a few random knick knacks. Just things to make my office feel more like me.”

“God, I remember your room when you were a kid, you hung on to everything. Movie tickets, napkins with drawings on it, anything you could save you would, and you would tack it up on your wall.” My dad said with a laugh.

“That followed me until I started college and got sick of taking them down every 8 months.” I looked down in my box. I realized quickly I had a picture of me and mom in a frame for my desk, but not one of me and my dad. Should I hide it? Should I act surprised when I notice it?

“(Y/n), I’ve noticed that your heart rhythm has sped up in the past 20 seconds. Are you okay?” Connor spoke from the back seat, my dad quickly glanced over to me and back towards the street.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking about some of my stuff. I think I lost a couple of things in the move.” I quickly shook my head and glanced at Connor through the rearview mirror. His LED flickered yellow. He could probably tell I was lying, but I just hoped he wouldn’t say anything about it.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll turn up.” My dad said as he pulled into a parking spot. I quickly got out with my box before they could ask any more questions.

“My office is on the second floor of this building. Do you guys want to take the elevator?” I asked as Connor walked ahead to get the building door.

“What do you think because I’m old I can’t take a couple flights of stairs?” My dad scoffed and I laughed.

“I’m just making sure, old man!” I said, I looked at Connor and gave him a mischievous smile. “Hey Connor?”

“Yes (Y/n)?” He tilted his head.

“I’ll race ya!” I shouted as I started taking the stairs two at a time. It took him no time to catch up and pass me, but I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the serious look on his face.

“God dammit you two!” My dad shouted at us as we ran up the stairs, causing me to laugh more.

When I reached the second floor, I quickly put my arm on Connor’s shoulder and pretended to be blowing on my nails. In the corner of my eye I saw his LED flash yellow, but he didn’t say anything. My dad panted as he reached the top of the stairs, he glared at both of us and I couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Screw you two.” My dad huffed, he leaned over to look behind us and he suddenly had a confused look on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I whipped around and saw Gavin standing outside my office.

“Oh, is Nines here too? I forgot to send him a message that I would be too busy to discuss sociology today.” I walked towards him, but he kept his eyes on my dad and Connor.

“Ah no, he’s running interrogations right now with Chris, they didn’t need me, so I wanted to come talk to you about the other day.”

“We’re rearranging and decorating (Y/n)’s office, do you want to help?” Connor asked quickly.

“I don’t really have a lot of time...” Gavin rubbed the back of his neck.

“Um…here! Let me give you my card and you can text me and we can find a time to talk if you want.” I reached into my wallet and handed him my card.

“Okay, yeah that’s fine. I’m sorry to put a wrench in your guys’ plan.” Gavin quickly waved and walked off in the opposite direction.

“That was weird.” My dad said. I shrugged my shoulders, honestly not knowing how to respond to what just happened. I balanced my box on my hip and unlocked my office. “So, what do you want moved?”

“Well, I was hoping to have my desk facing the side wall instead of towards the door and the chairs placed across. The couch can go against the wall by the door.” I sat the box down on the floor.

“Alright, Connor help me move the desk, (Y/n) get the chairs out of the way.” The three of us got to work, it honestly didn’t take very long, and I began unpacking my box on my desk. “Are those real books?” My dad asked taking one off of the shelves.

“Yeah, that one’s my book actually.” He flipped around and looked at me.

“Really?” Connor walked over to my dad to look at the book.

“Yeah, I had to publish my articles in order to get my PhD. It’s really a collection of my theories, not like an actual book. It’s not for sale anywhere. At least not yet.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Could I borrow it?” My dad asked me softly, his face was stoic as he looked at me. I quickly nodded.

“Yeah I have copies of all of the articles on my computer.” I looked away and started unpacking. I had a dumb little bobble head of the Iron Giant that one of my students gave me after I made them watch that movie as homework when I was a graduate assistant. I sat it by my computer, wondering if there was room in my syllabus to do that assignment again. I pulled out a couple pictures of friends from school and one of me with my first class. I looked at the one of me and mom. I took a deep breath and sat it down with the others. I spared a glance upwards; my dad was looking through my book and Connor was staring at me.

“Is that your mother?” My dad’s head shot up and looked over.

“Yes.” I said softly. They both walked closer to me to look at the picture. I felt my eyes start to pool with tears and I shook my head, trying to clear the bad feeling away, but when I opened my mouth to answer the words got stuck in my throat. I felt the tears start running down my cheeks.

“Have you talked to her since you got here?” My dad asked softly. He really didn’t know. I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t.

“Excuse me.” I rasped and pushed past them out of my office.

I think my dad tried to go after me, but Connor must have held him back. I exited the building and sat against one of the brick walls. I tried to calm my breathing, inhaling in big gulps of fresh air, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I wiped my eyes so I could read the notification without tears blurring my vision. There was an email from the university talking about the new semester, but underneath a text from an unsaved number.

this is gavin

He sent that five minutes ago. What are the odds he’s still here? I bit my lip and tried to keep my hands from shaking.

Are you still nearby?

yeah why

Where?

im in the parking lot. i can see u crying

I quickly looked up. I scanned the cars for a moment, but I saw a gray Jeep with someone waving. I stood up and looked back at the door. Neither Connor nor my dad had come to find me. I walked over to his car and opened the passenger door and climbed in. I glanced over at him; he was staring at me. I quickly wiped my tears. Gavin cleared his throat.

“You okay?” I couldn’t look at him, I was so embarrassed.

“Yes…no…I don’t know.” I put my hands over my face as I choked back a sob.

“Connor said you like cats, right?” I turned my head and looked at him. He was staring at me with pity which just made me feel worse. I couldn’t even bring myself to respond so I just nodded. “Do you want to come meet my cats?”

“Okay.” I said softly. Gavin nodded and started his car.

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GODDDD GET READY GIRL!! this is my favourite favourite chapter, i loved it more than 8 and yeahhh lets wait for epilogue BUT GOD!!THIS!!CHAP!! i am a fluff baby buuut the angst was de ouf! it hurt in all the right ways omg sooo FIRST OF ALL “Eliott would have heard him over a hundred people screaming. “ THIS LINE !!! i just loooved it so so much, the sheer romanticism🥺

“On your daily list of dramatic bitch ass interns you want to strangle, has Eliott ever made the top five?” Idriss leaves it at that” THIS LINE HAHA (1)

“On your daily list of dramatic bitch ass interns you want to strangle, has Eliott ever made the top five?” Idriss leaves it at that” THIS LINE HAHA

That anon who said that they imagined eliott jerking himself off to the sex tape while crying,,, was sooo on point hahaha although it broke my heartttt when he was imagining lucas and what’d lucas say and him imagining cuddling lucas,, aaahh poor bby😞😞 and the fact that eliott was HURTING AS HELL but he said these out loud to himself “I love you. I love you. Lucas, I love you.” (2)

“Call my mom later. Fret to her about it.”

“Seriously, Eliott?!” He can hear her sigh in frustration.” Ok i didn’t get that why was SHE being frustrated and why eliott apologised her later?? i pretty disliked this lucille talking to eliott’s mom about eliott like he is some idk a thing that has to be discussed?? it annoyed me really and the fact that LUCILLE WAS THE ONE being frustrated?? i dont get it

“Why are you being like this?” “You don’t. Why are you saying that? Why –” His voice cracks. “You don’t hate me.” OK THIS OH MY GOD i could just cry from these 3 lines,,, the hurt that is so visible oh goddddd. (3)

eliott’s conversation with manon!!! was THE BEST thing is2ggg!!! only if i could copy paste the whole convo but the thing that got me specifically was when manon asked him “Does this feel like Lucas to you? The Lucas you know?” and the whole thing eliott thought about how in love he is with lucas,,, BEST BEST 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Lucas can’t lose you, Eliott. He’s lost… so much in his life. He’s survived it but… it’s different with you. Please just… give him a chance.” BROKE MY FUCCCN HEART (4)

“Lucas pulls back, hands tight on Eliott’s face, thumbs pressed to his cheeks. There are tears on his own, spilling over onto his cheeks, and Eliott desperately wants to kiss them away “I fucking hate you,” Lucas says through a hiccuped sob. “I hate that I don’t hate you at all. I hate that I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t remember anything before you. But it remembers me.”” FUCK FUCK I GOT CHILLS WHEN I READ THIS SCENE FUCCCC

eliott threatening dr. piece of shit LOLLL my dramatic bbbyyyy (5)

“it’s not just him I’m worried about. I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.” okay this is pretty sweet how their bestfriends care for their partners

“You two are the dumbest gays –” hahahaha idriss stating facts! (6)

“Ok, he can be a bit dramatic. But he’s been dealt a really shitty hand. He’s just doing his best – doing what he thinks is best. And… I like it – love it. The way that he is.”

“Yeah. That’s pretty obvious, bro.”

“I wish he’d let me tell him,” Eliott laments.

“He will. But maybe dial back the drama and stop chasing him around the city.”

Eliott pouts, stubbornly turning his face away. “I don’t think I will.”

Idriss chuckles “Let’s get you home before you set your brain to any other dumbass ways to declare your undying love.”

“That’s not very supportive,” Eliott complains.”,,,, OK THIS CONVO IS SOOO CUTE AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE BROMANCE BW THEM!!💓💓💓 (7)

blink if eliott misses lucas and thinks about him in his bedroom and how the last time eliott got peaceful sleep was with lucas in his arms

eliott looking at lucas’ beautifulll smiling picturee was so cute 🧡 (8)

lucas showing up in the middle of night!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I FELT THROUGH THIS SCENE aaahhh relief hurt love- everyyything!!! the hug🥺🥺🥺 why was lucas saying sorry tho? because he showed up in the middle of night or because of the way he broke off things with eliott??

i didn’t expect lucas saying ily once again and i DID NOT expect him being surprised when eliott said it back because when lucas broke off things,, eliott was clearly saying that they are together and he wants them to be together!!! (9)

“It’s not fair, I wasn’t supposed to meet you yet.” GOD THESE GAY SOULMATES 🥺🥺🥺🧡🧡

i liked them bringing old convos and references hahaha.

“Who taught you to kiss, average?” was he saying this in tease or in compliment?

“You said you thought I was the love of your life.”

“Yeah, well, two orgasms later and I’m sure.” AMAZING BANTER (10)

“Yeah.” Lucas laughs a little. “Turns out you’re my trigger – the one thing I couldn’t fake. And he said –” Lucas cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. I punched him.”

THIS WAS AMAZING but im curious what dr. piece of shit said about eli?

“Just for that I’m gonna mix bit of chocolate and fries into your salad when you’re not looking.” AMAZING!!! (11)

moreover i really loved how all of their friends are in secure relationships and still supportive and stuff!! we all need a idriss in our lives honestly 🥺🧡🧡 The last time i bombarded your asks this way when i read 6 and ugggh this chapter is my favourite although it has angst and i’m a fluff baby but STILL i just love it so so much!! i’m so sad about this fic being over but also happy because i’m going to reread it a million and one times. Ok thats all (+what do you say on epilogue a little earlier lol jk...unless??) well love you and your amazing fics xx. (12-end)

💜💜💜💜

YAYYYYYYY!!!! What fun reactions! It makes me sooooo happy it’s your fave chapter now!

“That anon who said that they imagined eliott jerking himself off to the sex tape while crying” OH MY GOD I KNOW!!!! When that anon sent that ask I lol’ed so hard because it was like... how right you are and how well you know Eliott lmao.

Oh so the Lucille and Eliott scene. Honestly it’s just an extension of how I saw their relationship in this one. I wanted it to be overall good, but still to have that friction that makes it clear why they didn’t and don’t work well together. Lucille thinks she’s doing what’s right and good for Eliott - talking to his mom, keeping her updated... essentially trying to control his life far too much and not actually allowing a lot of trust. Because they’re not in a relationship, her relationship with Eliott actually does benefit him. It keeps his mom from constantly hovering over him. But of course Eliott will harbour resentment too. So yeah, a tricky relationship. I never go into it fully but there is a lot subtly suggested.

I love the elevator scene too! And Idriss and Eliott!

I knew in this one I wanted Lucas to say the ‘I love you’ out loud first. It felt necessary when we’re in Eliott’s head, we know his feelings, and we see him constantly putting himself out there and fighting for Lucas. It’s essentially the narrative (and Lucas!) saying, ‘I’m in this too’.

The ‘who taught you to kiss, average’ is fully Lucas giving Eliott shit because Eliott was being sloppy and enthusiastic and kissing like a total mess hahaha.

I’ll answer the question re: what Moreau said in another ask - got a few people asking about it haha.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter. I loved seeing what stood out to you and all the little moments you enjoyed! 😊💕💕💕💕

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psychosistr · 3 years

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The Stars of the Stage- Chapter 2

Summary: Jonathan runs into a familiar face while getting breakfast at his local coffee shop- lucky for him, that familiar face is quite handsome.

Notes: Who doesn't love a good old fashioned cute "accidentally met up at the coffee shop scenario"? x3

-First Chapter-

Needless to say, Speedwagon got the part of Sir Haste Dray without any other actors really being considered. Soon enough, the rest of the cast list was set, full scripts were sent out to the chosen actors, and rehearsals were scheduled to begin.

Jonathan was excited to see how well the show would come together. However, first, he had to finish up a few last-minute touch-ups for the script. The lines would still be essentially the same, he was just revising the movements for the climactic final fight to make it more dramatic while still being believable.

To help with his concentration, he went to work at the same place he always did when the weather was nice- his favorite coffee shop situated along the river near his apartment complex, The Ripple. He was seated outside at a table under the awning with his laptop open on the table in front of him and a large covered coffee cup with a plate of pastries off to the side. In the middle of deleting a line he’d just typed and had found less than satisfactory, however, he heard a voice calling his name.

“Mr.Joestar?” A figure accompanied the voice approaching him and he looked up to see a familiar looking blonde man dressed in a white tank top and a dark hat. “Ah, thought that was you. ‘ow’s it goin’, Mr.Joestar?” The man greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Oh! Mr.Speedwagon!” Jonathan smiled at him, taking off his glasses and setting them down on the keyboard to see the other man more clearly. “What a pleasant surprise.” He gestured to the seat across from himself at the table. “Stopping in for a drink? If you would like, you’re more than welcome to join me.”

“Mighty kind o’ y’.” Speedwagon grinned and headed for the entrance to the café. “Lemme just go grab a cup an’ I’ll be right back.” He was quick to return with a much smaller cup than Jonathan’s own and a simple croissant rather than Jonathan’s platter of pastries. “So, do y’ come ‘ere often?”

“Actually, yes.” Jonathan chuckled, pointing to his apartment complex down the street. “I actually live right over there. I usually end up here nearly every day of the week, depending on how busy I am.”

“Ha! Y’ gotta be kiddin’ me!” The other man chuckled and pointed at an apartment complex on the opposite side of the river facing the one that Jonathan had pointed at. “I live over in that one, on the fourth floor. Just moved in a few weeks back an’ I’m learnin’ me way ‘round the neighborhood.”

“Really?” Jonathan looked at where he’d pointed then back to his own, noting how the fourth floor lined up with the floor he lived on almost evenly. “Why, it would appear that we are neighbors then.” He chuckled a bit- life sure did work in mysterious ways. “In all likelihood, we’ll certainly be seeing quite a bit of each other.”

Speedwagon took a sip of his drink with a pleased hum. “Well, I sure wouln’ mind that one bit.” He set the cup down and broke off a piece of his croissant. “Say, while I got y’ ‘ere, there’s somethin’ I’d been meanin’ t’ ask y’.”

Jonathan watched the blonde curiously while eating one of his own confections. “Oh?” He swallowed and gestured for Speedwagon to continue. “What would that be, Mr.Speedwagon?”

The blonde man winced slightly at the title. “Ugh, please don’ call me that..makes me feel old. Just Speedwagon’s fine, or even Robert- but don’ go callin’ me Bob or anythin’ like that or I may have t’ deck y’.”

Jonathan chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement. “In that case, please refrain from calling me ‘Mr.Joestar’- just Jonathan is fine, or even Jojo, as that is how most of my friends and colleagues refer to me.”

“Alrigh’ then, Jojo.” Speedwagon’s smile returned, apparently pleased with the increased familiarity between the two of them now. “I read through the script that y’ sent me, an’ I was wonderin’ if I could ask y’ somethin’ ‘bout me character.”

Jonathan nodded as he listened, wondering if perhaps he’d made something unclear about Sir Haste Dray that he would need to explain in more detail. “About Sir Dray? Of course, what would you like to know?”

“Well..it might jus’ be me readin’ too much of meself int’ the character..but..” He paused, tapping his finger against the coffee cup as if considering his wording carefully. “I know the romantic focus for Lord Samuel Sunstone ‘s Lady Bella Penrith..but..does Sir Dray, y’know, ‘ave feelin’s for Lord Sunstone, too?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened slightly. “What..?” Had he really…?

Speedwagon looked back up at him with a thoughtful expression. “Don’ get me wrong, I love the relationship with Samuel an’ Bella, i’s really sweet an’ a long time comin’..but..I dunno, when I read Dray’s lines, the way ‘e talks about lovin’ Samuel’s good nature an’ ‘ow ‘e completely devotes ‘imself to the guy..it just makes me think ‘e might ‘ave a thing for ‘im, y’know?” He frowned at Jonathan’s wide-eyed stare. “I mean, if I’m wrong, y’ can tell me, I was just wonderin’-”

He was startled when Jonathan suddenly reached across the table with both hands and grabbed Speedwagon’s shoulders with an excited smile on his face and stars in his eyes. “You actually picked up on that?! Oh, I cannot believe it! I did not know if that would still come through, but I am delighted you were able to see it!!”

Speedwagon blinked in confusion. “Wait..so..I got it right..?”

“You did!” Jonathan suddenly realized that he had grabbed the smaller man and released him, settling back down in his seat with a slight flush to his cheeks. “My apologies, I became too excited again..I just..I am so happy you were able to notice the truth about Sir Dray’s feelings!” He was still smiling, he couldn’t help it with how excited he was. “I wanted to write their relationship into the story as well, but William said it would confuse the audience since most don’t associate such things with the time period. I tried to tell him that there was an entire subculture and code-system practiced by homosexuals during the Victorian era, but he said it would feel like too much for the audience to believe. So, I was forced to remove a few scenes with Samuel and Dray having the discussion about Dray’s sexual identity and the implications of such a thing between himself and Samuel, but I did not want to change any of the other scenes with them, so I left the dialogue unchanged. I cannot tell you how happy I am to know that their connection was still able to shine through enough for someone to recognize it!”

Speedwagon smiled too, beaming with pride. “I’m jus’ glad I wasn’ misjudgin’ the guy. People tell me all the time I’m tryin’ t’ projec’ me own ‘preferences’ ont’ characters. Good t’ know I was right on this one.”

Jonathan paused for a moment hearing those words, trying not to blush as a rogue idea crossed his mind. “So then..you are..?”

Speedwagon winked at him with a chuckle. “Yep. Gay as a maypole, mate.”

“O-Oh..I see..” Jonathan glanced away, his cheeks feeling warm. Really, now, how ridiculous was that? He barely knew the man and after one short conversation he felt like a school boy with a crush? Honestly, why was he like this? “Well, in any case, I am truly glad you identified so well with Sir Dray. Honestly, I was overjoyed that William allowed me to caste you for the part- you were a perfect fit.”

“Glad y’ thought so, ‘e caught my attention from the moment I read ‘is description.” He took a sip of his coffee and finished up his croissant. “By the way..mind if I ask y’ one more question ‘bout Dray an’ Samuel?”

“You may ask as many questions as you please- I am always excited to talk about my work.” Jonathan replied honestly, more than happy to discuss such things with someone insightful enough to understand his writing so well.

“Hmh, good t’ know.” Speedwagon smiled and set down his coffee cup before asking his question. “I jus’ wanted t’ know..are Dray’s feelin’s for Samuel one-sided, or does Samuel return some of it? Like I said, I’m fine with Samuel an’ Bella’s romance, but thinkin’ that ‘e doesn’ know ‘bout Dray’s feelin’s or jus’ allows the guy t’ follow ‘im ‘round knowin’ ‘e loves ‘im is kinda sad, y’know?”

“Ah..that is a good question.” Jonathan’s smile softened into something more understanding. “To answer it simply- no, Dray’s feelings are not one-sided. Samuel is quite aware of how his dearest friend feels, and, in one of the scenes I unfortunately had to cut, he discusses with his mentor that he has feelings for both his best friend and his long-time crush. He goes on to say that, in a perfect world, he would be allowed to marry both of them and live a long, happy life with the two who have supported him and showed him such love and kindness right when he needed it the most. His teacher acknowledges that his feelings are pure and that he deserves such a life, but advises him on how, even without the influence of the same dark forces the antagonist controls, that peoples’ hearts are fickle and easily led astray by misconceptions and tells him not to be too public with his affections, for both his own and Dray’s safety. I even wrote a scene towards the end where, after Samuel’s wedding to Bella, when they step into their horse-drawn carriage to be carted off for their honeymoon, Dray was the one waiting to open the door for them instead of a random servant. Dray and Samuel would have shared a loving smile at one another before Dray and Bella winked at each other knowingly and each kissed one of Samuel’s cheeks before all three went off into the carriage together to start their new life.”

Speedwagon listened to his words intently, looking positively riveted by the story. “That sounds beautiful, Jojo! Do y’ still ‘ave a copy with those scenes? I’d love t’ read ‘em some time.”

“Certainly.” He replied with a grin. “Would you like me to bring them to the set during the first rehearsal?”

“Hm..I’d rather not wait that long..” Speedwagon reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. He then proceeded to write something on his coffee cup as he talked. “Tell y’ what, seein’ as we live so close t’ each other, ‘ow ‘bout we just meet up ‘ere again sometime?” He brought the cup to his lips and chugged the last of his drink before setting the cup down near Jonathan’s hand. “I gotta get goin’, else I’ll miss work, but I usually keep me phone on me.” He gave Jonathan a wink as he stood up and grabbed the rest of his trash before walking away. “Be seein’ y’, Jojo.”

Jonathan’s face heated up again from the wink. “F-Farewell for now, Speedwagon.” He managed a wave and a smile, feeling really shy and screaming at himself internally because DID HE REALLY JUST STUTTER LIKE THAT?!!

Once Speedwagon was out of sight, Jonathan looked back down at the coffee cup and grabbed it. He turned it around until he saw that Speedwagon had written his phone number along the side of it along with a message:

“You’re really cute and I like listening to you talk. Looking forward to doing it again sometime- maybe here, or maybe somewhere else? ;) <3 –Speedwagon”

The heat that had previously been burning at his cheeks blossomed into a full-fledged blush that encompassed both of his cheeks and his ears, leaving his face very red.

So, he wasn’t the only one feeling something? That was good to know…

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes: That's all I have for now, but will post more when I eventually get the chance x3

Also, for anyone curious about the names of the characters from the play, they're all synonyms or close-enough names to the characters from the regular universe because I am half-lazy and half-bad taste in humor x3

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jonathan joestar #robert edward o speedwagon #jonawagon #Modern!AU #stars of the stage

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Pull Over

Fandom: Marvel (Cop AU - SACS Universe)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky decide to try out a little roleplay...

Warning: smut, semi-public

A/N: tagging my chubby!bucky lover counter part, @cametobuyplums

You were driving down a rocky road. It was abandoned and the sun was setting. You usually don’t go this route, but you were desperate to get home to be in the arms of your love.

Your foot added more pressure onto the gas. Your speed increasing with every second, eventually surpassing the advised speed limit of the road. Your body was buzzing from excitement of seeing your love soon as well as from the couple of beers you had at the bar with your friends. So into getting home, you weren’t aware of the cop car that was hiding behind a tree and soon enough you saw those red, white, and blue lights flashing behind you.

You cursed to yourself as you pulled over to the side, coming to halt and putting your car in break. You kept your hands on the wheels and waited for the officer to approach you. Your heart was pounding in your ears. When the crunch of the rocky pavement became louder and louder and to a sudden stop, that was when you rolled down your window and looked up at the officer.

You innocently smiled at him, “How may I help you today, officer?”

He cleared his throat, leaning down to become eye level with you, “Ma’am, do you know how fast you were speeding?”

You shrugged, “Can’t say I do, officer-”

“Sergeant.”

“Sergeant...?”

“Barnes.”

“Barnes. Well, Sergeant Barnes, I’m sorry to say that I don’t know how fast I was going. My brain was just on autopilot. Lots of things on my mind, you see.”

“Like what, ma’am?”

You shrugged again, “List of things to do. Dishes to wash, bills to pay, boyfriend to fuck.”

“To fuck, eh?”

You nodded, “My boyfriend is quite the sex fiend. Looks like he’s quite the gentle, softy, and he can be, but really he’s such a beast in bed.”

Sergeant Barnes licked his lips, “I see. Well, that boyfriend of yours must be lucky to have a gal like you. You must tire ‘im out.”

You shook your head, “Not at all, sarge. He’s quite energetic and enthusiastic when it comes to our bedroom activities.” you lean in, face mere centimeters away from Sergeant Barnes’, “You see, officer, my boyfriend is a bit older than me. He says he’s an old man and all that, but he’s just as spritely as us young folk. A lot better than guys my age too.”

“You like older men, huh?”

“Very much and, if I may say...you’re very handsome, Sergeant Barnes.”

Barnes licked his lips again, his head looking left and right to see if any cars were coming his way, “Lemme tell ya something. How’bout we make a deal: you, uh, sample me some of your moves and I won’t give you a ticket.”

You looked at him excitedly, “No ticket, you say?”

He shook his head, “No ticket. Just a little slap on the wrist and a fair warning, and you’re off your merry way.”

You giggled and it just riled him up even more, “I can’t say no to that, can I?” you opened your car door to allow Barnes to get closer to you, “What would you like to sample, sarge?” you bat your lashes seductively up at him.

“Well, sweetheart, it seems like you like to talk a lot. Why don’t we use that mouth of yours for something else, hm?” his hands fumble with his belt, the metal clinking as he unbuttons his pants and pushes it down to reveal his hard, leaking cock, “Now, sugar, you’re gonna suck my cock like a good little girl. Got it?”

You nodded, “Yes, sarge,” and you immediately wrapped your fingers around Barnes’ length. You smirked when you heard a sharp inhale come from him and then a groan as you lowered your mouth onto his tip and down his shaft.

“Ah fuck, sugar, your mouth is fucking heaven.” he rests his hands on the top of your car, leaning in as you take as much of him into your mouth as possible. When your nose his the underside of his round stomach and you felt yourself begin to gag, you immediately pulled away.

Sergeant Barnes was having none of that, “No, no, sweet thing, you gotta take all of me. Come on. I thought you were a good girl.” You nodded and let Barnes guide your head back down onto his cock. A hand wove through your hair and he gripped tight, using his hand to maneuver your head up and down his length.

“Oh fuck yes, sugar. That’s it.” his eyes shut tight as he relished in the warmth and wetness of your mouth. One hand in your hair and the other in a tight fist on top of your car. Your head and his hips worked together as your mouth moved along his dick.

You looked up at Sergeant Barnes, the way that the golden hour shined upon him. The orange-gold hues making him look so goddamn sexy, highlighting his slightly chubby cheeks that were covered by his graying facial hair.

You moved your hand to your clothed pussy. Pushing up your cocktail dress that you wore to the bar and moving aside the lace thong you wore with it, to touch your wet and wanting core. Just when your fingers began to rub fast circles along your hardened nub, your hand was snatched away.

“I didn’t say you could do that, sugar. I was going to fuck your pussy after this, but looks like you won’t be getting fucked at all. Couldn’t even bother to ask if you could touch yourself. Use those hands only on my cock, sweetness, nothing else.”

You groaned in disappointment as one hand wrapped along the base of his dick and the other fondled his balls. He continued to fuck your mouth as you did so. His face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Fuck yes! That feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum down that pretty mouth of yours soon, sugar. Just keep playing with my balls like that, shit, yes. Like that. Oh goddamn!” he slaps a hand against your car startling you, but you continued to let your mouth be used by Sergeant Barnes.

“Shit. Yes, yes! Gonna cum! Agh! FUCK!” he pulls out your mouth, but only slightly. His own hand jerking off his cock. White spurts of his seed landing inside your mouth, onto your tongue, down your throat. He continues to pump his own cock until he’s spent. He lets out a growl as your lips wrap around him one last time, sucking off any remnants of his debauchery. With an evident gulp, you swallow his seed, opening your mouth to show proof.

Sergeant Barnes bends down and presses a hard and rough kiss to your lips, “Goddamn, sugar,” he grumbles and then pulls away. You giggle as you help pull up his pants, zipping, buttoning, and buckling them back up again.

“So, Buck, whatcha think?,” you ask cheerfully.

Bucky wipes the sweat off his head, “Goddamn, sugar, that was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Not to mention risky.”

You nodded towards his cop car, the small blinking light on the dash notifying you that the dash cam was still on and recording, “Think you can swipe this footage so we can rewatch it?”

Bucky chuckled, “I’ll see if I could bribe IT. Might take a lot since Parker likes to ask a lot of ques-”

“Sergeant Barnes, this is Wilson, do you copy?” Bucky’s radio interrupted him.

Bucky sighed, mumbling, “Sorry,” and replying back, “Barnes, here.”

“We got a 10-66 that may need back up.”

Bucky groaned as he replied, “Yeah. I’ll be there, Sam. Gimme ten minutes.” he doesn’t wait for Sam’s reply before lowering the volume on his radio, “Sorry, sugar, looks like duty calls.”

Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, “Damn. I was really hoping to finish this back home.”

He chuckled, “Tell me ‘bout it. But I’ll get going to get this done as quick as possible. I’ll let you know when I’m coming home. I want you ready for me, ‘cause I needa return the favor.” he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You giggled, “I’ll hold ya too it, sarge.”

“I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, sarge.” you gave each other a wave before driving away in your respective directions. A sergeant’s job was never done.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #smut #chubby!bucky #sweet as cinnamon sugar

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xsister-serpent · 5 years

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Soggy Cereal

Summary: Reader has been going through a bit of a rough patch lately to the point where she cannot bring herself to see her friends. Tom being one of her closest friends finds her and tries to be the best man he can be for her.

A/N : Based off @painfullythickimagines of this ask i had requested. It’s been a long time coming and this legit has helped me out with getting back into the grove of writing.

You haven’t been feeling to great lately. The things you once adored now were things you felt indifferent about. It was the void again. That gnawing feeling in the back of your subconscious. Although this wasn’t your first time with your low points, you still had it there tucked away in the corner. Some days it wasn’t there at all, other days however it was an oozing wound. You forced yourself to get out of bed and eat something. You brought down a cereal and poured it into a bowl along with milk.

You stared at the bowl taking a small spoonful of it in your mouth. After a first bite, your stomach felt full. But you knew it wasn’t. Picking up your phone you saw numerous messages from your friends. Some were pictures of Seb and Chris arm wrestling. Hardy and Henry sent you a Snapchat of them with their dogs at the local dog park. Jason had sent a video of Holland getting wiped out by a wave. A message came through from Tom, one friend you had grew close to. He asked if you were okay seeing that you hadn’t been replied to anyone theses past days.

You replied you were fine and locked your phone. That was a lie of course but he couldn’t see you like this. Hell you didn’t want any of your close friends seeing you like this. Placing your phone on vibrate you tossed it on top of your bed. You needed a bath, a hot one. You knew the void was going to try to take you to your lowest, you had gotten so far. You weren’t going to let it win not this time. You pulled out candles and your favorite bath scent. You slipped out of your clothes and waited till the tub was full.

You fully avoided the mirror as you walked past it. You couldn’t stand yourself to look in it. Too many imperfections. The heat felt good against you. Like a warm scented blanket you basked in it. The void became tiny once more. You closed your eyes for a bit as you inhaled the scent listing things you were grateful for. Your family, your friends, and lastly Tom. For a split second you heard his voice drift in your head. You imagined his laughter, his smile, the way he’d always get teased about being a walking encyclopedia. A force suddenly to a hold of you causing your eyes snapped opened in shock.

“Y/N! Y/N WAKE UP!” Tom yelled in worry as he shook you.

“TOM?! WHAT THE HELL!!” You screamed as you covered your chest.

“Y/N where were you?!! I called you ten times!” he sighed as he went out of the tub.

“TOM IM NAKED! IN A TUB!” You shouted covering what you could, “Get out!”

Tom suddenly turned around placing his hands on hips , completely ignoring your nakedness “I called you ten times Y/n! Ten times! I find you in the tub asleep for what in hour?! God i was worried sick!!”

“If you get out of the room and wait, I will explain everything.”

“Fine,” he huffed as he retreated out of the bathroom.

You calmed your nerves as the tub drained itself. He’s just trying to be a good friend, you told yourself. Suddenly the void answered, ‘A friend who you don’t deserve’.

With a sigh of guilt you half assed your self care and went to find tom. You walked into the kitchen to find him there, his arms folded with a concern look.

“What’s going on?” He asked, “First you say you’ll come to movies then cancel very last minute, knowing full well we planned this for month. We go out for the flea market where you again don’t show up. We go out to dinner where you hardly talk to anyone..”

The concern in his voice made the guilt pool into your stomach. Tom’s eyes tried to read your face, “I know something is going on, but I have to hear it from you.”

The was a still silence between you now, one that was so thick you could strike a knife through it. You pulled from his gaze and looked the floor, “What gave it away?”

Tom motioned the soggy cereal next to the empty bottles of water. Your hand went behind your neck as you tried to come up with an answer. An answer that didn’t make you sound like a manic.

“Okay,” you began, “I’m- I’m going through a weird funk right now. I sometimes withdraw away from people I love because I don’t want to be a burden. I disappear because I don’t want you, or anyone else to see me like this. The best thing I can do, well not the best, but it helps, is that I put on phone on vibrate cause I needed a break from it. It’s shitty way of dealing with things, but it helps keep the void away.”

Tom took in your words. His piercing ocean eyes clinging to every word. You waited for some kind of retaliation from him. He should be mad, you left him with no trace and worst no call back. You glanced at him waiting for him to explode. Instead his hands went to his sides.

“I can understand the break truly,” he admitted, “But promise me you’ll reply to my text, at least to let me know you’re okay. Just a simple K is good enough for me.”

He took a step forward closer to you, “I thought the worst y/n. When you disappear it…it doesn’t feel right.”

“I didn’t think anyone would noticed,” You whispered looking downcast.

“I do.”

You glanced up at Tom in shock.

“I always do.”

His tender gaze pierced your guilt in your chest. A swell of tears gathered at your eyes as your shame came into light. Tom warped his arms around you as you felt your shoulders sag.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered as you held back the tears, “I’m a real shitty friend.”

“No, no you’re not y/n,” he soothed as he held you, “Please stop beating yourself up, you’re worth more than that.”

You felt your tears drip down your face as he held you. You didn’t whimper or let out a sob. It was a quiet cry, a silent one that had struggled to get let out. You gripped onto tom as you closed your eyes letting what you could out. The tears burned as they rolled down and your snobs began to croak. All the while Tom held you soothing out your hair as you cried.

“it’s alright y/n,” he spoke he held you close, “It’s alright.”

He was where he needed to be, holding you. For what seemed like eternity you felt your breathing became smoother and the war in your mind had eased. With a long exhale you gathered yourself together letting go to tom. You saw the tear stains on his shirt and quickly tried to pat them away, “Sorry.” “Don’t be,” Tom waved off as he handed you a napkin, “I hated this shirt anyway.”

You chuckled as you wiped your nose.

“Ah there’s a laugh,” he hinted with a smirk.

You suddenly spotted the cereal bowl sitting in the center of the counter, “I should probably throw that away huh?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t look too appealing now. Here let me,” Tom spoke as he emptied the bowl into the sink, “Have you eaten anything else?”

“Just chips and water.”

As if on queue your stomach growled loudly.

Tom paused as he looked back with disappointment, “Y/n…”

“I know, I know,” you sighed.

“Alright, then what would you like to eat?” He replied as he rinsed the dish.

“No tom don’t waste your-“

“Y/n I’m offering.”

You folded your arms across your chest in protest, “Tom..”

“Y/n,” his eyebrow arched copying your stance.

He reached your forearm gently giving an assuring squeeze, “Please, let me do this for you, okay?”

You unfolded your arms. He had won this round. You pause in thought as you searched for ideas, “Is a sushi okay with you?”

“Of course it is,” Tom smiled as he finished the dishes, “I’ll give them a call. Cali Rolls right??”

You nodded, “you know me too well.”

You went back into the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water giving you a somewhat refreshed look.

“What rolls do you want?” Tom called from the other room.

“A Washington and crunch please, oh and miso soup.”

Tom placed the order and hung up the phone. You returned to the front room and went to tv placing it on. You searched your DVR for your recorded shows. You selected a paranormal show and changed the futon couch into a bed. Tom began to help you setting it up with pillows and fluffy blankets. The two of you settled in the couch.

“So catch me up on this,” Tom spoke as he slipped off his shoes.

As you begin to explain you could feel his eyes hanging on to each one of your words. It was his attention that made you feel something. It was the same from the other times you had hang out just the two of you. You felt his body come a bit closer to you, not that it scared you but it was if he was testing the waters. You both went back the show, now wasn’t the time to thing about that. Your mind was recovering and you weren’t sure if he could handle it.

The door bell chimed causing you both to be startled as the show became intense. Tom paused the show, “I could’ve sworn my heart nearly jumped in my chest.”

“Oh come on this is nothing,” you chuckled.

“I swear, here,” tom took your hand and placed it on his chest.

Your eyebrows rose as you felt his heart pacing fast, “Tom we can change it.”

“No no,” he waved off as he slid out of the futon, “It’s getting so good.”

You laughed as he made his way to the door collecting the order. He paid the delivery man and went back to the bed. “Here you are deary,” he spoke as he gave you a foam box.

“Thanks,” you replied as you both began to eat the fresh rolls.

Tuning back to the TV, you let out a content sigh. The emptiness was replaced with this now. You knew of course it would be there, but this drowned it out. You glanced at Tom who was intently watching the TV. You moved your attention to the TV before he could glance at you. Soon the foam boxes were all that was left. The food was gone and the water glasses were empty. You placed on the soft lighting in the room giving it a warm glow.

Tom glanced at his phone, “Well everyone is relieved that you’re home, poor Seb thought you had blocked him. In which I won’t blame you if you do, he’s memes are terrible.”

A light laugh escaped your lips along with his. You sunk down into the bed and cuddled onto the body pillow.

“Can you promise me something?” you spoke catching his gaze.

“Yes,” he replied laying down beside you.

“Promise me you won’t tell any of the guys you saw me like this? I don’t want them to worry about me too much.”

“Cross my heart.”

In which he did. Tom moved a bit closer to you, “Can you promise me something?”

You nodded.

“That you’ll tell me everything, even if it’s dark. I want you to know that i’ll be there with you.”

You smiled and kissed Tom on the forehead softly. His ocean eyes gazed down at you. You had seen this look before, one full of love. But you were unsure. You indecisively moved away only for his hand to reach for your forearm.

“You’d still look at me that way even when I’m like this?” You asked placing your hands behind your head.

“Of course,” he replied, “You don’t scare me, y/n. I know I can’t protect you from it, but I can damn well help you through it.”

His eyes became alive with adoration.

“You’re the strongest person I know. I-i know this is a bad time but if I feel like I don’t tell you this now, I’ll go completely insane,” he said sitting back up right, “I love you. I can’t- i won’t keep it a secret anymore. I know it’s horrible timing, and it’s perfectly fine if you don’t feel the same. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, a friend, a lover I don’t care. Just let me be there for you.”

You looked a little taken back as you let his words sink into you. You love him, said a soft whisper. He was there for you, he’d went that extra mile for you. You touched his face caressing his cheek with your palm. Your lips met his in a soft kiss lighting a spark inside you.

“I love you too,” you admitted, “Thank you, for being there and being patient.”

“It’s not a problem, not with you,” He smiled.

You embraced Tom as he wrapped his arms around you making you feel secure and safe. You knew this wouldn’t be end of your struggle, but this, his warmth his caring touch was enough to chase it away. It was perfect.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #this was super personal #and a little tough to write but i'm glad I did

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