#i hope u have a lovely night as well <3 or day. or afternoon <3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tailsz · 10 months

Text

Demon slayer men boyfriend headcannons‼️

(NSFW INCLUDED)

——————————

Includes : Tanjiro , Zenitsu , Inosuke , Tomioka , Sanemi , Tengen , Obanai , Muzan , Akaza , Douma , and Kokushibo

(this is my first post so bear with me AND english isn’t my first language so sorry for mistakes!)

—————————————————————————————————————

Tanjiro!

okay so we ALL know this guy has the sweetest heart so expect a lot of lovely dovey gestures such as….

Cute little morning letters if he leaves before you or you just don’t work as a demon slayer!

something along the lines of “i made you breakfast eat it before it gets too cold!! I hope you have a lovely day and i love you so so much”

(if ur parents are still alive 😍) he will absolutely win them over EVEN IF THEYRE THE MOSG HARDCORE PEOPLE EVERRR

he has a way with people what can you say

multiple lunch dates a week are a must! you guys go out and try as as many restaurants when you guys go on missions together if ur a demon slayer!

if not he will personally bring you takeout from his missions!

you and nezeko bonded a lot and she LOVES when you play with her hair it makes her sleepy ASAP (tanjiro walked in during the middle of this and his heart almosy exploded)

for y’all’s free time you both decided to try new hobbies together like Yoga, art , dancing ETC ITS VERY CUTE MOMENTS!

NSFW!

he’s a soft dom! but if you bring up the thought of you topping him he will NOT object

OH HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC IN BED

Sex with him is literally the embodiment of “love making” because he showers you with love and pleasure

MISSIONARY 100% OF THE TIME

he is vanilla but that doesn’t matter because he’s drowning you with praises and caressing your perfect body <3

his aftercare is literally going to heaven and back

he’ll massage you and whisper sweet nothings into your ears

THIGHS GUY

———————————————

Zenitzu!!

at the beginning he’s really REALLY awkward

might even like be hella weird towards you (because you’re the first woman/man he’s ever been perused as romantically)

SO GIVE HIM TIME HE’LL GET THERE

Once he does he will quite LITERALLY will kill everyone in a room and then himself for you

you are his princess (your also his knight and shining armor because… well… it’s zenitzu…)

1000% shows you off like a medal of honor to ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONE

this one time he was blabbing about you to a stranger to the point where said stranger just respectfully told him he doesn’t care

you had to STRAP HIM DOWN to prevent bodily injuries

he likes taking afternoon walks with you , he really enjoys the beautiful site with his beautiful partner

he randomly picks up flowers from the ground and gives them to you because they reminded you of him!

NSFW!!

he is a switch with a bottom preference

the thought of you just absolutely demolishing him will get his body all fuzzy and tingling 🤭

reverse cowgirl is his FAVORITE POSITION OF ALL TIME HANDS DOWN

the nights when it’s not just pleasure he likes to top you and take things slow to show you just how much you mean to him

as well as absolutely showering you with corny praises (he’s so silly!)

HIS AFTER CARE IS ODD

if he’s SPENT he will most likely pass out leaving you in charge of aftercare

if not he’ll just cuddle u to sleep

(totally not because that means he’ll see u naked again in the morning)

TITS GUY

—————————————————————

inosuke!

he didn’t comprehend the fact that you 2 we’re dating 🧍🏽‍♀️

you had to explain to him and half way through the was flustered and asked you to SQARE UP?? (HE HAD A NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT)

like zenitsu he was also very much awkward if not more at the start of the start of the relationship

But not awkward in a hes shy way

NO HES AWKWARD BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO SHOW??? FEELINGS??

because that’s gross

Tanjiro and Zenitsu had to help the guy to at least an OUNCE of a romantic

he’s really not much of one though

his idea of dates or romance of training or fighting w/ you!

you don’t really mind but if it does get to a point where it bothers you by the lack of romance

HE WILL TRY (key word TRY) to be more affectionate towards you!

he sees a pretty rock? it’s yours!

he sees a pretty branch it’s yours!

he sees a cute cayote? It’s you-

the time he actually brought you one you almost SHAT yourself 😓

NSFW!!

oh he’s a dom

he views smexy time as a challenge

so you bringing up the idea of topping is you trying to WIN and he would rather DIE than lose

again the concept was a foreign area to him

and if you both get to the sexual parts for a relationship , he will seek guidance from you!

(while also refusing for you to demonstrate for him because he “knows what he’s doing” 😒

what’s aftercare?

he does not do it at first meaning you are doing it

after a while he’ll start picking up after you and do it himself

(if you tease him about it he will throw you off the bed)

ASS GUY

—————————————————————

Tomioka!

When he asked you out he said

“will you take my hand in a relationship”

it’s as serious as it sounds

he is comfortable as soon as you begin the relationship because of 2 reasons

for him to consider a relationship with you , you’d guys would’ve have to know eachother for a while

and because if you didn’t want him you would’ve said no

AND SINCE YOU DIDNT😍

hes 100% sure you guys will be just fine WHICH YOU ARE :D

little small gestures of affection from you will get his heart flipping like—

holding his hands ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BEGING CONTACT WITH PINKY TOUCH 😓

(he’s touch starved FEED HIM)

the one time you begged him to let you style his hair was the day that he won’t let you do anything else BUT that

he loves how your fingers feel against his head

sending tingles down his spine of safety yk?

he carries anything you give him in his haori (like little charms!)

he likes it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ears it gets him all giggly

NSFW!!

he is a switch with no preference

he will be whatever you want him to be 😍

when he top’s he can get carried away with eagerness

when you guys have sex he very much loses his mind which is why he can be rough when he tops

HOWEVER WHEN HE BOTTOMS JESUS CHRIST

He will be a whimpering mess

being your little slut asking for more n more <3

being a hashira he can and WILL last very long

he’s 1000% into hair pulling both giving n reviving

as u guys last longer n longer into the relationship he will be more open to risks 😍

(like public sex)

this one time did the deed in a public bathroom in a restaurant while the rest of the hashiras were waiting on the food 🤭

He will run a bath for the 2 of you afterwards and fall asleep in each others arms<3

he’s an ass guy

—————————————————————

Sanemi!

like giyuu , for him to consider a relationship with you , you have a LONGG history

it took him a while for him to actually ask you out 🧍🏽‍♀️

it got to the point where he was going to lose you to someone else because of how long it took

shinobu “helped” to ask you out

and by help i mean he forced him to ask you out in front of her

shinobu top tier wingwoman fr fr ‼️(she had enough of him wasting an opportunity so she took matters into her own hands)

he will absolutely NOT do PDA (at least at the beginning of the relationship)

his ego n pride are too much for that

once he gets over himself he will at MOST hold hands with you ig 😒😒

he forces u to train with him

he is an AMAZING cook and makes you breakfast n lunch (house husband material!!)

he’s also surprisingly good at doing hair whether it’s short or long! (he makes u buns a lot )

he’s such a romantic behind closed doors

shinobu caught him in the middle of that act and while she didn’t tell anyone…

she teased him to DEATH

NSFW!!

oh he’s a MEAN top no questions asked

he will degrade you to the BONE (which you don’t mind 🤭)

he’s also very VERY rough hitting and attacking ALLL of your sweet spots on your body (inside as well 😋)

he loves calling you a needy slut 🤭

ONE TIME. he has a wet dream where you topped him and... HE WOKE UP WITH THE HARDEST BONER OF HIS LIFE

he will never ever EVERR bring up the idea of u topping him ( if you bring up he MIGHT let it happen🤨 he’s so stubborn)

HE IS SO MEAN WHEN IT COMES TO ORGASM.

if he’s fucking you because he’s jealous or you pissed him off???

he’s going to deny your orgasms for an hour ☠️

SEX DRIVE?? MEDIUM

STAMINA IS . HIGHHHH

he’s pretty average with aftercare , he’ll bring u water n a towel

on a good day you both will shower together! (50/50 chance that y’all will fuck again!)

he’s a thigh guy

—————————————————————

tengen!!

what’s another wife to the list?

all four of them (tengen n his wives) found you very attractive at first sight and they had NO shame into admitting that

after knowing you for a while THEY ALL asked you join the relationship! it caught u off guard 😨

when you entered the relationship they literally all wanted u for themselves 😓

tengen is SUCH A ROMANTIC AND WILL ABUSE PDA SO MUCH

if you’re a fellow hashira my god he will tease you in public so much??? and you’re like FOR WHAT???

hashira meetings will get HELLA awkward with both of y’all (everyone is just like “this again??☠️”

like zenitzu he will FLEX U SOO BAD especially to single folks because in his eyes being single is such a skill issue 🤨

his form of affection is expensive gifts so

EXPECT TO BE PAMPERED WITH A LOT OF JEWELRY 🤭 ( we love sugar daddies )

he also refuses to NOT take y’all on fancy restaurants because anything other than that is LAME AND TACKY 🤨

MATCHING OUTFITS ARE A MUST!!

after he retired, you guys have religious weekly movie nights a lot (you all take turns in picking movies)

NSFW!!

OKAY SO TENGEN IS A SWITCH WITH A PREFERENCE ON TOPPING

now he has 2 different ways of going about it

if it’s sex on One on One , HE IS SO MEAN??

he will 100% mock you during the whole thing

mocking when you choke on air or a moan is his specialty 😓😓

seeing you cock drunk will drive him CRAZY

thighs are so HOT TO HIM (thigh highs are a must!)

he leaves so many bite marks and bruises on your inner thighs

HIS HANDS ARE HUGE DAWG

he likes fingering before fucking and GOD HES SO GOOD AT FINGERING?

he can n WILL make u come more than twice with just his fingers😓

it’s a the whole group sex with him n his wife’s

he’s a sweetheart! taking care of his little princess nasty needs!

when he bottoms with all 4 of you on him he gets so cocky 😒

he loves how you all take care of HIS nasty needs in such a good way

HAIR PULLING

and he’s very much into orgasm denial HES A JERK

def a tits guy

bdsm king

—————————————————————

OBANAI ( i love him sm ) <333

okay uh

before y’all started dating he was so shy around you because??? you’re so??? perfect?????

if you so much as breathe into his direction he will literally die

he asked u in the most romantic cliche ever (but it doesn’t matter because he pulled it off so well??)

he made you follow little notes at night eventually leading to a tree that had a saying “will you be my mine and go out on a date with me?” with 2 boxes saying yes and no

at first you were confused until you saw a familiar snake 🤭 making you giggle you chose the yes box!

HE WAS INTERNALLY SCREAMING BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING HELLA CRINGE 😓

moving onto the relationship…

he is literally the perfect boyfriend

when he gets needy n wants to talk to u , he sends kaburamaru to fetch you!

kaburamaru literally loves u too ! ( obanai also send u flowers through him!)

he gets jealous easy like VERY

he’s very protective of you ! and he expects the same because you are his and he’s all urs <3

will literally end the bloodline of ANYONE who talks smack abt u

at first, yalls kisses would be with his mask on. he still wasn’t ready to let that open yet

after a whole LONG while , he got enough confidence to kiss u with his scars and everything (which u appreciated and enjoyed very much <3)

he likes holding pinkies while walking together

he’s not really a fan of PDA but if someone is trying to flirt with u????

oh U BETTER BET HES GOING TO BE ALL OVER U (u don’t complain)

he makes flower crowns for the both of y’all daily <33

y’all have hella picnic dates it’s getting out of hand atp! y’all barely eat at home

NSFW!!

obanai is a top with 2 sides to him…

A- he can be the most sappy romantic when y’all have sex

OR B- HES LITERALLY BEING ASSHOLE TO YOU

There’s in NO between

when hes being a jerk he denies orgasms

and his liking to marking is x10

he loves leaving bitemarks he knows u can’t hide🤭

def into u riding him but HES in total control

u brought up that you like it when he puts his hair in a pony tail when y’all have sex so HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME

he’s not really much of a risk taker

will not stop unless your trembling😋

if he’s being sweet he’s take things slow making sure your enjoying yourself as well as him <3

will whisper sweet nothings <3

HIS EARS ARE SENSITIVE‼️‼️

he treats u like a goddess in aftercare

will get u water , a towel , a warm bath , tons of cuddles and a lil snack 😋

HES INTO BONDAGE

HES AN ASS GUY 🤭🤭

—————————————————————

Muzan 😨

to how you got together? you don’t even know

if your a human , you ran into while im a hurry ! you work at a flower shop and was carrying flower pots getting dirt all over his clothes

now he was so ready to end the puny moron who ran into him but..

when he saw you apologizing and apologizing your heart out he felt something? what the hell was that? well it’s not like matters… 😁

If you’re a demon you first of all had to have know him and been loyal to him for CENTURIES for him to even REMOTELY like you

once he does tho you’re always buy his side , like his right hand man/woman! it may seem like he just thinks ur strong but this is his way of spending time with u<33 (while being in denial😓)

now how he asked you out. he didn’t do anything fancy! he just called you in and he straight up told you he liked you and would like make yalls relationship more

if you are a human.. he brought you to a demon meeting and told everyone there that if they even THINK about doing ANYTHING to you he will turn them inside out and throw into the sun<3

he thinks akaza is the best fit for his lovely human wife! you guys get along rlly well

he will keep DOUMA FARRRR AWAY FROM YOU.

koko and u like to read and drink tea together! he finds ur being calming

if you’re a demon everyone already knows u but know muzan expects equal respect from them to you!

though he can be very cold at blunt at time , he can still be romantic towards you!

he likes buying you expensive things to make u feel like a queen

if a human or demon disrespects you in ANY WAY not matter how big or small?they will be no more 😓

NSFW!!

oh man no matter how i see it.

TOP

he’s the demon king he expects to be in full control at ALL times and 9 times outta 10.. HE IS MEAN TO U

Doesn’t matter how much he loves you , you will never be superior to him 🧍🏽‍♀️

certified brat tamer!

oh he’s definitely into marking you just the thought of owning what’s rightfully his gets him hard

he’s into degradation so much it’s a problem atp☠️

dont ever degrade him tho

he’ll make sure you NEVER walk again

he puts the d in bdsm

will not stop until you’re a whimpering and crying mess only able to scream out his name :(

he doesn’t know if he likes public sec because he doesn’t like the idea of the chance that people have on seeing what only HE can see

ON THE OTHER HAND. THAT MEANS PEOPLE KNOW UR HIS AND ONLY HIS EVEN MORE….

—————————————————————

Akaza!!

Whether your a demon slayer/hashira or a fellow uppermoon, akaza admired you for being strong

after all akaza think people who r both mentally and physically strong r the best as u can tell with rengoku

before he asked u out, he had to come to terms with it , as he felt he was betraying his late wife

after he accepted the fact that’s it’s okay to move on.. he asked you out in the most akaza way!

he got you a bouquet of flowers 💐 with a little note in it telling u about all the things that he absolutely loves abt u! after reading them , he asked you out!

if you’re a demon you both will be more relaxed about people knowing abt you’re relationship!

until muzan found out.. at first he disapproved because he saw no benefits from u two being in love 🤨

but later on seeing how you two empower eachother be GUESSES it’s ok 😒😒

HOWEVER IF YOURE A HASHIRA..

you two r trying to HARD to keep it super lowkey

it’s mostly night dates n visits you guys can do :( but it’s ok u guys make it work

because the SECOND one or both of ur masters find out… YALL R DEAD

REGARDLESS akaza is very flexible with himself (as a metaphor BUT HE PROBABLY IS LITERALLY)

he absolutely LOVESS self care nights with you!!

talking shit while doing eachother a face masks is one of his favorite pastimes! (the pretty mama gotta do what he can to stay pretty DUH)

douma teases him abt u so much it’s driving him mad

especially because douma is hella touchy w/ h JUST to piss akaza off

which it always ends with douma head on the floor😨

NSFW!!

akaza is 100% a switch with a top preference

he teases u a lot.. BUT IF YOURE A HASHIRA HE STRAIGHT UP MOCKS U😓😓

like he’ll say things like “i thought hashiras we’re supposed to have a lot of stamina.. what’s wrong :(“ ALL WHILE HES SMIRKING

he likes eating you out before fucking you

THE THINGS HIS TOUNGE CAN DO TO UR BODY 😓

he is very rough with you, but holds back a bit if you’re human because if he goes all out he will quite literally break u

IF YOURE A DEMON THO YOURE IN FOR IT ALL😍‼️‼️

even when he’s bottoming he’s still being a little asshole 😒

he completely switches up w/ aftercare! he’s such a sweetheart making u a bath for the two if u to cuddle in for a bit<33

he is a THIGH MAN ALL THE WAY his hands r always resting on them 🤭

—————————————————————

douma!

oh my ?

ok douma likes energetic people so that’s a starter for him to start liking you and ofc knowing you for a couple of decades

i think the thing that sealed off his love for you was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was weird yk?

you talked to him like he was normal person (well demon but you get what i mean! but he’s SOO far from normal ☠️☠️)

MOVING ONNN he asks you out by making a little game out of it! maybe like pictionary or hang man! it’s rlly silly <33

while your dating even if your a demon or human he will treat you like your made of glass

he views you like one of his dolls ! therefore your his precious

he rlly likes it when you style his hair , in fact he asks you to do so regularly

during the summer time it gets rlly humid n hot as hell in japan even at night so he used his demon art to cool u both off !

akaza asked you to blink 3 times if the relationship was not from ur free will when he found out 😨😨

u guys both have matching fans 🤭🤭

muzan has to literally rip his head off because douma won’t stop talking to u during meetings ☠️

HE IS A BRITNEY SPEARS STAN ‼️‼️

NSFW!!

douma is a switch with no preference it just depends on hows feeling that day (it’s mostly bottom)

He is such a bratty bottom i tell you, he just pushes your buttons til u snap

and snapping means you literally demolishing his ass until she can’t even form any sentences :(

oh jesus christ but when he tops?????

praying for u fr fr

douma is unfair as hell

HE WILL DENY YOUR ORGAMS FOR FUNSIES?? like NOTHING ABT THAT IS FUNNY??

he is súper into bondage

AND EVERYTHING HES SO KINKY

never feel afraid to tell this man any of ur kinks even if they’re weird bc douma will try it out with you no hesitation!

his aftercare is a little rocky but it’s nothing too bad..

at most hes get you both waters and y’all will just chill in bed or anywhere

speaking of anywhere.. HE WILL FUCK U ANYWHERE HE DOES NOT CARE‼️‼️

one time muzan heard y’all bc y’all are SO LOUD (he decapatated both of you on the spot)

he is an ass guy oh my god he can’t go a day without touching it 😓

—————————————————————

Kokushibo!!

okay first all i dont think he cares what type of personality u r (extroverted or introverted)

it does take him a while to accept his feelings towards you because he doesn’t many to get distracted from his duties

but when he pushes that aside he just straight up asks you to stay by his side for the rest of time 💐

he doesn’t do PDA because your love life is not the business of others (muzan thanks the lords for this because he does NOT want to see that)

you guys randomly found a black cat following you one time while on a mission and you wanted to keep it with him!

…..YOU HAD TO BEG HIM FOR AN HOUR BUT HE eventually GAVE IN💔

y’all named her Ei (he will never admit but he will kill anyone who harms her bc he loves her sm)

you like to kiss all 6 of his eyes after a long day (he expects you to do it regularly and gets upset when u don’t)

sometimes asks you do braid his hair to change up his hair style 😋

he makes u train with him to he ensure you’re able to defend yourself from anyone!

matching katanass!! (much to his dismay because god forbid y’all do something cute 😒)

hel likes to carry you in piggy back style a lot 😋

NSFW!!

oh he’s a top no doubt

he will absolutely NOT let u top

BUT YOURE OK WITH IT BECAUSE GAWD DAMN

he is so rough with you that’s all he knows what to do<3

before touching you he wants to see you beg for it he LOVES seeing you all pathetic

HE LOVES FUCKING YOU AGAINST A WALL‼️‼️

he loves it because that means your trapped within in him, with no where to go and he has you EXACTLY how he wants you

oh he pulls your hair a lot when you give him head 🤭

he’s always biting your ears bc he knows they’re sensitive 🤭

he loves missionary as the main position because he gets to see all the expressions he’s making you have <3

HE IS A ASS GUYS ‼️‼️

———————————————————

okay that’s it guys! leave me any request i’ll be happy to do so! <33

5K notes · View notes

luveline · 5 months

Note

hi lovely jade!! I had an idea for a request: reader who’s pretty independent who hurt her back working out and now can’t walk/shower/etc on her own for a few days x any of the marauders (I really do love them all and especially the way you write them. you can also make this poly!marauders if you feel so inclined).

this is definitely self indulgent, so please feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t do the creative trick.

thank you for sharing your lovely writing with us and being lovely overall!

sending so many hugs to you!!

hi honey, thank u for requesting!! hope u get better soon <3

the boys take care of you when you hurt yourself. fem, 1.2k

You wake in Sirius’ bed with James curled over you protectively. This is not unusual. What is strange is that Sirius seems to have already gotten up for the day, his sleep shirt thrown in a crumpled mess at your feet and his phone off the charger. You scrub at your tired eyes and consider going to look for him, figuring he's probably in the den (or office, depending on which boy you ask), but your back gives a twinge, and then a throb, and you remember the night before.

You rub James’ arm and push it off of your chest, preparing mentally for the pain. You've tweaked it a few times in the past, the next day always being worse than the actual time of injury, and yet the pain you're met with is instantaneously disarming.

“Ow,” you can't help but whine, trying to bend forward away from the pain, and finding you can't manage that, either. You gasp as heat races up your spine and across your shoulders, everywhere and nowhere, like the press of a hot hand.

James mumbles, “What's the matter?” with his head still buried in the pillows.

“James, I think I've really hurt myself.” Tears squeeze so quickly out of the corners of your eyes that you don't have time to recognise the heat of them. Other sensations are more pressing.

You don't know if he's looking at you, but you can feel his careful touch working its way up his arm, and hear the ruffle of the sheets as he gets up. “What?” he asks, his voice stretched with the early hour.

“Last night, when we were lifting, I– I pulled my shoulder and I thought it would–” You make a strangled sound. “It's really bad, what do I do?”

“Woah, woah, don't panic!” He leans in, your blurry view suddenly filled with his gentle face.

James soothes it from there, so to speak. He shushes you softly when you start to sob and helps you lay back down, wiping your tears, not a lick of panic about him. “It's okay, it's okay,” he murmurs, “does that feel better?”

It's better flat, but not gone. “I can't sit up.”

“That's okay,” he says, bringing your hand to his lips, where he kisses your fingers.

He waits for you to calm down before grabbing his phone from his room. It's much later in the day than you'd thought, and Sirius will be working his afternoon shift, while Remus could be anywhere. He likes to write in cafes or parks, somewhere away from the hubbub of the house, lest he be distracted, waylaid with kisses, or pestered into helping make dinner or do laundry or whatever needs doing that day.

“Hey,” James says, hushed, “you okay? Mm… can you come home?” A startled question that betrays the first recipient, Remus’ rasp on the line. “Yeah, I'm fine, it's our little gym rat sweetheart, she's strained her back, she's a bit upset… No, not yet. You think she'll let me?”

“I'm not going to the doctor’s,” you call to him. James smiles at you from the door.

“We’ll see,” he shoots back. “Yep yep. Okay. Well, he's in work… Okay. Yeah, okay. Love you, see you in a bit.”

“What can he do?” you ask. “You should've left him.”

“Same thing as me.” He runs his hands through his hair. It's a little too long again, dark and thick, curled at the base of his neck with flicks behind his ears, though it's short compared to Sirius’ mess. When he drops his arms, the noon time sunshine kisses his brown skin with a gorgeous warmth, and emphasises the lines of veins where they run up his arms. “You look like you're in agony,” he says, covering his mouth with a hand. “Is it really that bad?”

You nod miserably.

He sits next to you carefully, but now you've awoken your pain it won't sleep, and each millilitre of the mattress's distension prompts a new layer of aching. “Sorry,” he says, sounding like he could cry for you, “why didn't you tell me last night?”

James wraps his arms around you in a strange way, trying not to jostle you as he leans down to touch his nose to your forehead.

“I didn't think it would be this bad.”

He talks a little about the doctor's while you wait for Remus to come home. It isn't a waste of time, he insists, the GP is there for a reason.

You're surprised when it's Sirius who shouts up the stairs. “You okay?” he calls.

“Sirius?”

James shrugs. “Remus must've told him. We're fine!”

A rush up the stairs. Sirius pauses by the door, frowning at you both in his bed. “What did you do?”

“Well, I didn't mean to,” you say.

“Not you, darling. James, I told you to look after her, all that equipment freaks me out, and Remus agrees.”

James sighs. “He doesn't mean that.”

Sirius goes to sit with you but stops upon noticing your wince, and instead flops down on the floor near the wardrobe with his phone to his ear. “I'll get an emergency appointment.”

“This isn't an emergency,” you say.

“It is for you. You'll need a sick note sorted anyways.”

“But it's not that bad.”

“Sweetheart,” Sirius says, smiling at you softly, an uncommon expression on him, though not unseen, “I know when you've had a big cry.”

He gets put on hold, saving you the further ache of the line music while James strokes your temple. You attempt to hide how much your back hurts, but you're hurting bad and the knowledge that it's not about to go away soon is genuinely scary.

Remus understands uncertain pain. He's last to come home but certainly not the least concerned, shoving his laptop case onto Sirius’ dresser, freeing his hands in favour of your face. “Is it bad?” he asks, looking between you and James for an answer.

“Not really,” you say. James’ face must say differently.

“What painkillers have you taken?” he asks quickly, “I have co-codamols, did you take paracetamol? You can't have them at the same time.”

He frowns deeply at your daunted look. “You haven't taken them already, have you? They're very strong by themselves, with paracetamol as well, you'd–”

“I haven't taken anything,” you admit.

Sirius sighs and rubs his nose into his palm. “Jesus.”

“Oh,” Remus says, hands especially tender, even as he laughs, “of course you haven't.”

“I was a bit distracted.”

He sobers, stroking the fat of your cheek and then leaning down for a careful kiss. “Of course. Haven't eaten anything either, I suppose?”

“No, sorry.”

He kisses you again and pulls away. “That's okay. What about you, Jamie, did you eat?”

They take care of you in their different ways, in the same way they take care of one another. “No,” James says, “but I have it. Swap places with me, I'll make dinner while we wait for the GP to answer.”

“You can make supper at the same time,” Sirius jokes.

You laugh and hurt your back. He is very, very sorry.

1K notes · View notes

sugrhigh · 3 months

Text

ALL YOURS - ( roomie!matt pt 5 )

summary- you and your roommate matt have been sleeping together for a minute now, but neither one of you wants to ask the other what it means. feelings come to fruition one night at a party and the dynamics of your relationship change once again.

warnings- nsfw content ahead people so read at ur own risk, swearing, drug/alcohol use, dom!matt kinda, unprotected sex, it’s straight up smut at the end so fr don’t read it if u don’t want to!

roomie!matt x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS TECHNICALLY PART 5 OF THE ROOMIE!MATT TEXT SERIES so if you haven’t read those you might be a bit confused. link to the master list is here.

strap in because it’s kinda long so i hope u guys love this final chapter as much as i do <3 inbox is always open xo

@sleepysturnss

rain patters against the windows mercilessly as the tv drones on, interrupted only by booming thunder every few minutes.

its late in the day now, and the cloud coverage makes it extra gloomy, even with interior lights on. not that this bothers you.

storms have always been a source of comfort in your eyes. something about them makes you feel safe, reminds you that the world is far bigger than whatever is worrying you.

“oh, i’ve been meaning to ask if you’re still seeing that guy. what’s his name again?” nick asks from beside you, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he slumps against the couch.

you’ve been sitting like this for hours together, rotting in his living room while it continues to pour outside.

“it’s luke, and no, i’m not talking to him anymore.” you reply, trying to sound as casual as possible.

he looks up at you now, clearly a bit shocked to be hearing this. “please tell me it’s not because of my bitch ass brother.”

you bark out a laugh before you can stop yourself, mostly due to the fact that it’s absolutely because of matt. just not for the reason he thinks.

“as if. it was my decision, don’t worry.”

this is only half true. you did cut the poor guy off, but only because matt had essentially instructed you to do so before you guys had sex for the first time a month ago.

and then you hooked up again. and again. and a couple more times after that. neither of you could stop coming back for more apparently.

none of your friends know yet. as much as you want to be honest with them, you haven’t really talked about the details of this little situation. you’re almost positive matt hasn’t been seeing anyone else, but you also haven’t outright asked.

and there’s no use telling everyone about something that might not even be real.

“what made you do that? was the sex bad? is he an asshole?” nick interrogates further, clicking his phone off so his full attention is on you.

you can’t tell if he’s suspicious or if you’re just genuinely paranoid, but you don’t like this line of questioning either way.

“no he’s fine, he just wasn’t doing it. and his breath always smelled for some reason.” you’re lying through your teeth, but his face morphs into an expression of disgust like he’s buying it.

“ew, major turn off.”

“you’re telling me.”

nick sighs and snuggles further into the cushions, resting his head on your shoulder as he stares at the tv.

“well for what it’s worth, i’m sorry it didn’t work out. but who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone sexy at nathan’s tomorrow.” he says.

“yeah, maybe.” you feed into the hypothetical, even though you know that won’t be happening.

at least not if matt sturniolo has a say in it.

your music is playing softly over the speaker as you get ready, perched in front of your vanity like a doll. you’ve just finished your makeup when you hear a singular tap on the door.

“can you hurry it up in here?” matt calls as he pushes it open slightly.

you find it funny that he’s always sure to knock, ever since he walked in on you naked that fateful afternoon. even though you’re literally sleeping together now, he makes it a point to not invade your privacy.

“can’t rush perfection, matthew.” you taunt him as you put your palette and brushes back in their rightful place.

he moves further into your room, walking over to stand behind you. he’s dressed up in jeans and that black muscle tee you love so much, tattoos on display as his hands go to knead your shoulders lightly.

“you do look amazing.” he compliments.

“likewise.” you reply before meeting his searing gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

he increases his pressure slightly, digging his fingers into your neck in a steady pattern. you already know what he’s angling at and he hasn’t even spoken.

“you know, we could just stay home.” matt suggests with a smirk.

“c’mon, we can’t keep ditching our friends. they’re gonna get suspicious at some point.” you shake your head and stand up, because the massage is starting to feel a little too good.

“nobody cared when we left early last time.”

you cross your arms over your chest and turn to give him a pointed look. “because you convinced them that i was sick.”

“so i’ll just tell them a different lie.” he shrugs.

“oh my god, i am going to this party with or without you, so you better make up your mind before the uber gets here.” you say over your shoulder, headed out of your room toward the stairs.

“such a brat.” he grumbles, but you hear him following you regardless.

“only for you.”

two hours later you’re standing in the middle of nathan’s living room, dancing along with the typical crowd. nick and madi are on either side of you, both bopping around drunkenly to the beat.

you’ve had three shitty drinks at this point and your head feels a bit fuzzy. you’re positive your cheeks are flushed, which is actually kind of nice.

matt was with you minutes earlier, but he’s ventured off to get another drink. it’s selfish that you miss him every second he’s not around.

it’s just nice having him by your side. sure, it was kind of casual at first, and you didn’t think it was going to develop so quickly. but now whatever is going on between you means a whole lot more.

you like when he asks you to spend the night in his room, or when he saves the last can of redbull for you so you don’t go to work without caffeine. you like that he’s been replacing the flowers he got you every time they start die, the way he insists on driving you places even if it’s out of his way.

you just like him, and it’s more than casual. at least it is to you, and you can’t imagine that at this point he doesn’t feel the same.

but you don’t want to be the one to try and put a label on it. quite frankly, it scares the shit out of you, and you’re still not drunk enough to keep thinking about it in the middle of this party.

you see chris a few feet away against the wall, beer in his hand as he chats animatedly with nathan. you know he has what you’re looking for, so you shout that you’ll be back and head their direction.

they both smile at you as you approach, almost perfectly in sync.

“what’s up!” chris leans down a bit so you can hear him better.

“do you still have that joint you mentioned earlier?” you ask into his ear.

he nods happily, and nathan shoots you both a questioning glance. by the looks of his sleepy eyes, he’s probably already crossed.

“we’re going to smoke!” you fill him in, motioning toward the front door.

nathan nods and tells you he’ll stay back, so the two of you shuffle your way out of the living room, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

you pass the kitchen, and as your eyes scan the people you spot matt huddled in the corner. he’s talking to a very obviously enthusiastic girl, one that you don’t recognize. your stomach drops at the sight of them, and you hate it.

he doesn’t see you, so you turn your head and keep following behind chris. he’ll stop talking to her soon. he’ll probably even come looking for you instead.

right?

the crowd thins as out by the door, and the two of your step out into the fresh air moments later. the street is relatively quiet, and once the door is shut the noise of the party is muffled. there’s nobody else outside, and you’re grateful.

the other townhouses stare at you as chris crosses the short driveway so he can hide underneath the tree in the yard. you follow his lead, watching as he fishes the lighter and joint out of his front pocket.

“keeping it handy, huh?” you joke.

“you caught me at the right time, i just packed it upstairs.” he smiles before putting it between his lips.

the flame burns the end as he takes a hit, exhaling up toward the sky. you pass it back and forth in silence, both enjoying the momentary break from socialization.

chris clears his throat a minute later, nudging at the grass with his toe absentmindedly. “so, i have a question to ask you.”

he looks over so he can hand the joint back, and your hands shake ever so slightly as you reach out to take it.

“yeah?”

“i think matt is seeing someone. do you know anything about that?” he asks bluntly.

you try to remain calm as you shake your head at him, though it seems impossible. you aren’t prepared for this at all.

“uh, no?”

chris smiles just a little bit, like he’s already got you right where he wants you. “so he doesn’t bring anyone over? it’s just the two of you?”

your narrow your eyes at him. “just ask what you want to ask.”

“are you guys together?”

there it is. you were expecting it this time, and it still makes your stomach flip.

“no. i mean, kind of? we’re not like, dating. we’re just…uh…hooking up.” you’re trying so hard to figure out how to put it that it sounds horrible.

he just laughs. “no you’re not. that kid is in love with you.”

your jaw drops slightly in surprise, and this only makes chris chuckle harder.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you ask him once he finally calms down.

“i’ve seen how he’s acting lately. so fucking goofy, like he’s got his head in the clouds. he only ever gets all dopey like that when he really likes someone, and i kind of suspected it was you.”

it’s hard to find any words. there’s simply nothing on your brain, no coherent thought to be found. chris gives you a playful nudge.

“it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. but i think you feel the same.” he makes a guess, and he’s very accurate.

you look away as you take your final hit, trying to decide how you want to respond. you exhale the smoke and pass the remainder of the joint back to him.

“okay, you got me. i do want it to be like, a real relationship. and i’ll talk to him about it soon, i promise. just please don’t tell anyone until i do.” you plead.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. you relax into him, and you have to admit you’re a bit relieved that at least somebody knows now.

“of course not. i’m here to support you both whenever you’re ready. everyone else will be too.”

“thank you. that makes me feel a lot better, seriously.” you say truthfully as he pulls away.

“good.” he nods in satisfaction, giving you a loopy grin.

“i’ve mooched enough, so i’m gonna go back inside, but thanks again. i owe you a blunt for the reality check.” you point a finger at him as you back up off of the grass.

“i’ll never turn that down.”

the high has taken over as you spin around to walk normally, and it’s nearly impossible to stop smiling. having confirmation that you’re not crazy for feeling the way that you do is wonderful.

you head back inside the house, almost positive that you’d find matt hanging out somewhere with your friends.

but as you pass the kitchen again, you spot him in the same place, leaned up against the end of the counter with a solo cup in hand. it seems like the girl is even closer than she was before.

your face falls immediately. it makes you angry that it’s been so long and he still hasn’t told her to get lost yet. if he wants to be all possessive over you, then you shouldn’t have to act so cool for him.

you’re certainly not feeling collected right now. and he deserves to know that.

you wedge your way around the people chatting and pouring themselves drinks without a second thought. matt sees you coming before you actually reach him, and he looks confused by your irritated expression.

you wrap your fingers around his arm wordlessly, right in the middle of the nameless girl’s sentence. he doesn’t put up a fight. in fact, he’s practically hot on your heels as you pull him back toward the hall.

“uh—hey! we were talking bitch!” she shouts after you.

“don’t care.” you don’t even give her the satisfaction of making eye contact.

there’s really no point. matt is trailing behind you like a puppy, and that’s all that matters. he clearly doesn’t want to be there any more than you want him to.

“what’s going on?” he asks as you maneuver around the outside of the crowded living room, making a beeline for the staircase.

it’s taped off to everyone except your group, in case of emergency.

this feels like one, considering you don’t even care if anyone sees you together. you don’t respond, you just let go of his hand and step over the thin barrier, glancing behind you to see if he’ll follow.

there’s a curious look in his eye, but he does the same.

you continue up the stairs, making sure he has the perfect view of your ass as you go. you can literally feel him staring, which only stokes the fire.

“are you taunting me right now?” matt asks as you reach the second floor.

this makes you pause, and you turn around so you can wrap your hand in his shirt. you yank him into the bathroom, slapping the light switch on with your free hand.

you close the door behind you, which suppresses the booming sound of nathan’s music playing through the speakers.

“what the hell is this?” you uncurl your fist and shove his chest to put some space between you.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he regains his balance and sets his cup down on the counter. you realize you probably spilled some of it by dragging him around, but that’s not your main focus right now.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t you dare play dumb. you can’t stand it when anyone else even breathes near me, so why would you think that i would be okay watching you flirt with some random girl for fifteen minutes? you either want me or you fucking don’t, matt.” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

it’s shocking that you’re being this honest with him, but you’re faded and you’ve been pushed beyond your limit.

no use tip-toeing around it now.

“you think just because she came up to me that somehow means i don’t want you?” he asks, and there’s more of an edge to his tone now.

“how am i supposed to know? we haven’t talked about it, whatever this is.” you wave your hand back and forth between the two of you.

a look of understanding passes over his face. “oh, this is about labels, huh?”

this infuriates you more, because that’s not even the point you’re trying to make. he’s aggravatingly calm right now, like he’s so sure of himself.

“look, if you don’t want to be in a real relationship with me, then fine. i don’t care. but i’m not gonna keep exclusively sleeping with just you if that’s the case.”

matt is silent for a moment, eyes darting across your face. you can see him gazing at your lips, and it drives you crazy.

he takes one step forward, staring you down with those pretty blue eyes. even though your height different is relatively small, it still feels like he’s towering above you.

“are you really trying to tell me you wouldn’t care at all if i wanted to see other people?” he asks quietly.

his face is so close, and you breathe in his familiar smoky cologne. it’s dizzying, being this overwhelmingly attracted to someone.

“of course i’d be upset, but there’s not much i can do about it if you don’t feel the same.” your voice is hushed now too, and you wish you didn’t sound so weak.

matt cups your chin gently with one hand, forcing you to keep your focus on him. your heart is slamming against your ribcage now, begging for some kind of relief.

“i want to be with you so bad that it kills me.” he finally admits.

it’s your turn to be stunned, and you stay completely still as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip slowly.

“i had this whole thing planned, i was going to take you to a fancy little restaurant and ask you out like a gentleman. but you just couldn’t wait, could you?” his voice is husky, pupils blown out in lust.

“i…really?” you ask breathlessly.

“really. so what do you think? you wanna be mine?” he goads with a smirk, gripping your face a bit tighter.

it’s normally hard to swallow your pride, especially with matt, but you’re so vulnerable in this moment you can’t tell him anything besides the truth.

“i do.”

“good, because you already are.” he growls before closing the gap between you, lips crashing against yours.

he tastes sweet, like the soda he’s been mixing with vodka all night. it’s a pleasant mess of teeth and tongue as you deepen the kiss, passionate in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before.

his hands travel down to grab at your hips, pressing against you so your lower back bumps against the sink. you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling enough to elicit a groan.

it vibrates against your mouth, and you feel yourself throb just from that little noise alone. he’s normally not very vocal, but you bring it out of him.

matt’s hands slide up your body, finding their way under the hem of your sheer lace top. his cold rings press against your stomach as he slowly inches higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you let go of him, throwing your hands upwards so he can peel the shirt over your head.

“so fucking pretty, just for me.” matt praises as he tucks your hair behind your ear, attaching his lips to your neck seconds later.

you tilt your head back to give him a better angle, sighing in pleasure as he nips at the soft skin. one hand is feeling up your chest as his teeth dig into your collar, tongue sliding over the marks he’s leaving in an attempt to soothe the irritated areas.

you move your own fingers down between both of your bodies, ghosting them over the crotch of his jeans, palming him just a bit. his dick is already straining against your hand, and he hisses a string of curses into your shoulder.

“no more teasing tonight, i need you now.” he grumbles, already out of breath as his hands travel to undo the button of your pants.

you take the lead and slide them down yourself, tearing your thin panties off with them because you want him just as much. it doesn’t seem fair that you’re the only one exposed, so you tug his muscle tee upwards in desperation.

matt doesn’t protest, he just tosses it to the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. you let your fingers rake over his skin, down his abdomen and over his happy trail until your fingers meet the waistline of his jeans.

you glance up at him through your lashes as you unbuckle his belt, entirely naked now, and he swears he could finish just by looking at you.

the sensation of your hands skimming against his thighs as you drag his jeans and boxers to his ankles makes him twitch. nobody has ever turned him on the way you do, and it’s frightening how good you make him feel.

but you always enjoy everything just as much, because he’s the best dick you’ve ever had. perfect length, enough girth to stretch you out, and he knows exactly how to move to your liking. matt even keeps it trimmed nicely.

the tip glistens with precum, and you pull your hair back with one hand like you’re getting ready to put it in your mouth.

“no, stand back up baby.” he instructs, and the commanding note in his voice makes you push yourself off your knees, extending to your full height.

matt turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, one hand on your side and the other on your back as he forces you to bend at the waist. your forearms press flat against the cool marble counter, and the assertiveness of it all sends a jolt of excitement right to your core.

his palm comes down on the curve of your ass without warning, just hard enough to sting. you let out a whimper, arching your back more as you gaze at him through the reflection.

he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, smoothing his hand over the place he just hit. his eyes are so dark, so full of desire that it just solidifies the way you feel about him.

“you like that? you want me to be rough?” matt leans over you, cock pressed against you as he speaks into your ear.

“please.” you whine, shifting your hips to try and feel more of him, to feel anything.

he stops your movements immediately and smacks your ass again, this time on the opposite side. it makes you groan in delight, almost involuntarily.

“you’re gonna look at yourself while i fuck you, got it princess?” he says, backing up just a bit so he can take his dick into his own hand and pump a few times.

you nod as you feel him line himself up at your entrance, and you know that at this angle you’re perfectly on display for him.

he pushes himself inside of you in one fluid motion, and you gasp as his fingers squeeze your hip. matt doesn’t give you time to adjust to him like normal. instead he immediately starts to pick up speed, wrapping your hair in his free hand so you can’t look anywhere else besides in front of you.

your lips are parted as you moan, eyes fluttering at the stimulation. you can hear matt grunting behind you, a deliciously dirty sound.

“look at how pretty you are, taking me so well. all fucking mine.” he marvels, rocking your body against him even harder.

skin slaps together, and his pace is making your legs tremble. you can feel the party raging on underneath you, and it’s strangely even hotter in this setting.

“shit, you fill me up so good matt.” you tell him, catching his eyes for a second before he throws his head back.

“fuck.”

he’s hitting it so well, and you can feel yourself tightening around him with every stroke. it’s turning him into an even bigger mess.

“god, if you keep that up i’m not gonna last much longer.” he warns, bucking his hips into you at a slightly different angle.

you cry out at the new sensation, a guttural noise that you didn’t even know you could make.

“i’m so close, right there babe.”

matt listens perfectly, using the hand on your waist to guide you so that you bounce against his thighs in the same spot. you’re a whining mess, and you can’t keep looking in the mirror.

you feel the tears as your eyes screw shut. the fire in your stomach is growing, spreading throughout your whole body. he tugs your roots a little bit more.

“come all over my dick, pretty girl. it’s all yours.”

his words are what send you over the edge, and your body shudders as you feel yourself giving in to the high, releasing all over him.

“fuck, matt, stay inside.” you pant, and he groans loudly.

two more sloppy strokes and you feel him tense, filling you up as he finishes. matt lets go of your hair, dragging his fingers along your shoulders, you back. you look so fucked out, makeup smudged slightly under your eyes, and you both love it.

he pulls out slowly, giving you one last tiny pat on your ass.

you’ve both got stars in your eyes as you stand, and you can feel the wetness pool against your thighs. thank god you’re on birth control. this was a special occasion anyways.

you turn, and matt immediately pulls you in for a kiss. you smile slightly, because you can’t help it.

“come on, i need to get cleaned up.” you pull away slightly.

“fine.” he sighs, but he lets you go regardless.

you wipe yourself off with some toilet paper quickly and flush it while he redresses. you two have been missing for minute now.

you guess it doesn’t really matter. sure, you should probably be discrete about having sex around your friends. but you’re also together. officially.

“so, does this mean i can tell the other girls in your dms to fuck off?” you joke as you put your underwear back on, shimmying into your jeans next.

“you can honestly tell them whatever you want.” matt runs a hand through his hair, smiling at you like a fucking goofball.

you’re just situating your shirt into place when the door comes swinging open, revealing a very drunk nathan. you and matt freeze, completely unsure what to do.

his eyes go wide as he realizes what’s going on, mouth hanging open like he can’t believe it.

“woah. no fucking way”

#matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fanfic #roommate au #smut

350 notes · View notes

formulaforza · 5 months

Text

—everywhere, everything

keep my hand in yours ('til our fingers decompose) pairing: daniel ricciardo x female reader warnings: parent death, angst, language, driving under the influence, underage smoking/drinking love, mackie... 6.6k. part two of this guy (but I think can be read stand-alone). I hope I make u all sad enough that you never ask me for a part two ever again <3

I hear you’re snooping around the old stomping grounds. I’d love to be there when you do it. Bring your dad if he’s free. It’ll be a good night, lots of strawberry wine—the real shit this time. All love, (always your) Danny.

— —

Danny is notably absent from your mom’s funeral. Granted, he is in Budapest at the time, and he had two races this weekend. You know this because you still keep tabs on him, even if he’s not yours to keep tabs on anymore, even if there’s nobody to blame for that but yourself.

If you didn’t know better, hadn’t spotted Grace, Joe and Michelle a dozen or so people back in line to greet you and your dad, you would have been able to convince yourself Danny didn’t have a clue your mom was even sick. She went quick, less than eight months from her death sentence to… well. From death sentence to death.

Two hundred and thirty-one days since her diagnosis means two-hundred and twenty-eight days since you broke things off with Danny. So even if he was in town, you probably wouldn’t have seen him. You wish you would have though, that he would have appeared in the plethora of grieving faces. Not for you, but for her. She always loved him, even before you did.

Grace’s arms feel like the light at the end of a dark tunnel when she finally gets to the front of the line. She squeezes you tight, the only way a mother knows how to, and you cry in her arms. Grace doesn’t tell you how sorry she is, or that your mom loved you so much, or that she’s in a better place now. She just hugs you and wipes away your tears.

“Danny wishes he could be here,” she tells you, but you don’t want to think about him and you don’t want to believe her.

“Tell him I said ‘thank you?’” you say, a forced smile on your face. It’s got to be the hundredth of the afternoon. If there’s one thing your mom is—was. If there’s one thing she was, it’s loved. Tell him I hate him, is what you wish you could say to Grace. Or maybe tell him I love him.

A million and two hugs later and you find yourself missing his arms more than you should. He was always a good hugger, and you could use a good hug right now.

— —

You showed up at the property fifteen minutes after the event started. You’d hoped to slip in and out, to at least be able to say you went, that you tried. You had no intention of trying to find Daniel, and you figured it would be easy to avoid him, especially if you showed up after everyone else did—it’s his show, he’s the man of the hour, everyone will be fighting for his attention.

You don’t even know why you came, really. Maybe it’s to figure out how the hell Daniel even got your address to send the invite in the first place. You’d moved half a dozen times since he last knew you. Or maybe it’s that you don’t believe, even after seeing it with your own eyes, that somebody actually had success with growing berries in the heat. It could be that you just… It could be simple, that you miss your Mom, and that everything about that place reminds you of her.

Whatever the reason, you put on a long, flowing sundress, tied your hair back, and slipped on a pair of comfortable sneakers and a denim jacket. You didn’t even bother to tell your Dad—knew he’d want to catch up with Daniel, or maybe want to strangle Daniel. You didn’t want to give him the chance to do either. You park on the dirt road that leads to the vineyard, because the parking lot is overflowing, a pattern you’re beginning to notice since he’d taken over.

The place looks the same as it did last time you were here. DR3 Wines still adorn the fleet of ATVs out front, and the wooden letters on the perfectly red barn are still perfectly white. You give your name to the woman working the door, regret it as soon as you catch her announcing your presence over the radio-headset she wears.

Momentarily, you consider turning around and walking right back to your car. But, you aren’t one to waste a good outfit, not if you’d gotten all dolled up like this, so you walk into the Barn with your head down.

It smells the same inside; wood, lavender, citronella and alcohol. There’s candles burning to make it feel cozy, but they do a poor job at changing the aroma in the air. The walls are still hung with photos, and the counter is still that slab of wood. It’s exactly the same as it was a few months ago, and manages to remind you of the place you grew up without wearing your childhood memories like a costume.

Daniel has always been easy to find in a room. He’s loud, his voice and his laugh vibrate off the walls of whatever room he’s in. He’s loud and he’s confident and sometimes it feels like he’s the only person in a room that’s really alive. That’s how it felt then, at least.

It’s been thirteen years since you last shared a space with him, but the fact you can hear his laugh on the other side of the crowded room assures you that while everything has changed, some things have stayed exactly the same.

You can’t see him, but man can you hear him.

You sign the guest book—proof, in case anybody asks. Proof that you did show up. It’s the top of a wine barrel, DR3 2023 branded into the oak—two tops, because so many people are here. It’s covered in signatures and messages from people he loves. You feel guilty even signing it, but you do.

Congrats Dan—your marker pauses. You scoff at yourself. Congrats Daniel. Time flies, 13 years! The place looks beautiful. Wishing you continued success, you write, finishing it off with your signature.

He still wears the same cologne, you realize, when you look up and he’s leaning against the table watching you write. He wears the same cologne, and the same smile, even if less crooked. Everything else about him is different. His hair is shorter, eyes older. His arms are covered in art, face is all together thinner, and his five o’clock shadow is less of a pipe dream and more of a full-fledged beard. He’s taller, maybe. Or you’re shorter. It doesn’t really matter, you suppose.

You purse your lips into a curt smile. He matches—you didn’t even know he could smile like that. “Hi, honey,” he says, leaning over to read your message.

“Hi.” “Who’s Daniel?” He teases, the smile on his face growing into one you’re much more familiar with. You look back at your writing, but you don’t laugh. If anything, you’re sure you look a little scared. “I’m teasing.”

“I know,” you nod.

“Okay,” he nods right back, slow, apprehensive over your apprehension.

“Sorry,” you force out a chuckle. “I’m being so weird,” and you adjust the strap on your dress. He shoves his hands in his pocket, rocks back and forth on the sole of his shoes. Do you know how weird it is to be face to face with someone you were head over feet in love with? It’s really fucking weird. You put your best smile on your face, “Hi, sorry,” you continue, opening your arms for what you think might be the most awkward hug you’ve ever given.

He’s quick to pull his hands back out of his pocket, like he’s worried if he doesn’t act fast enough you’re going to rescind the offer.

His touch is uncanny; familiar and comforting and unsettling. It melts the years away and you feel just like you did some twelve years ago when you wished so desperately for one of his hugs. You’re nineteen again, and he’s twenty, and everything feels like it’s going to be okay.

“How are you,” he asks quietly, his arms tight around you. “You look great.”

“I’m okay,” you say over his shoulder, and then again, as if you’re trying to convince yourself: “I’m okay. How are you?”

“Oh, y’know,” he shrugs, pulling away from the hug, gesturing your question away. “Same old, same old.”

“Yeah,” you nod, even though you don’t know. Even though it’s been eleven years since you forced yourself to ignore his existence, since you last kept any sort of tab on him. You can’t get over how different he looks. How you’d still recognize him without a second glance. “You look different.”

He laughs, looks down at himself. At his arms, his hands. He can’t look at his face, but it’s different, too. “Yeah, I guess so, huh?” He keeps looking back at you every time he laughs. He makes sure you’re laughing, or smiling at least, before he lets his slip. “Is your Dad here?”

“No. He uh, he wasn’t feeling well.”

Once upon a time, Daniel could spot your lies from the other side of the vineyard. You get stiff and stuttery, he told you, it’s easy when you know what you’re looking for. That was once upon a time, though, and this is now. Now, you don’t know if Daniel remembers any of those little things about you.

His eyes go momentarily soft, worried, almost. “Just a cold, yeah?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, can I get you a drink? Give you a tour?”

You look around the place—not much to tour. Not when it used to be yours, not when one of his teenaged employees gave you a tour a few months back. He seems so excited about the idea, though, so you go along with it. “Sure. Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Nice, awesome,” he says, looking around the place like he forgot where everything is. He claps his hands together, pulls them apart into a snap, and points at you with both hands. “Stay here? I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you chuckle, and it’s genuine. “Staying here.”

“I know you, Bee,” he says, walking backwards away from you. B. He totally knows you’re full of shit about your Dad having a cold. “Don’t try to sneak out while I’m gone.”

“I won’t.”

“You promise?”

You nod. “I promise.”

— —

You, Daniel, and your Mom worked the closing shift that night. When he was around, that’s almost always how it went, because the two of you were the only ones who’d worked there long enough to know how to properly close up without a babysitter.

Your Mom worked tediously in the office counting all the money—she was the slower counter of your parents, but it wasn’t like anyone was ever sitting around waiting on her. There was always something to be done, and Daniel was always good at making sure those closing tasks took up more than a chunk of the evening.

You’d cleaned inside, swept the floors and vacuumed the rugs and cleaned the tables and the counters. You washed glasses behind the bar and restocked displays. The landline on the counter rang while you were writing up the day’s inventory, and you almost didn’t answer it, but your parents had told you to improve on your customer-service skills, even when you or the customer weren’t on site.

To your surprise, the voice on the other end was Daniel’s. He was calling from the cellar, is too lazy to come over there to get shot down. “Is your Mom finished counting?” He asked, and you pulled the phone away from your ear to try and listen past the office door.

“I think so,” you say, bringing the phone back to your ear. “We should be heading out soon.”

Sometimes you feel like you can hear Danny’s smile. “You wanna do the lock check with me?”

You slot the phone between your shoulder and your ear, returning your hands to the task of finishing up your paperwork for the night. You needed to be done when he got here, or there was no chance your Mom let you go with him. “How do you know I’m done with my shit?”

You can hear the lull of the old beat up golf-cart engine in the background, can almost feel the vibrations, can see clear as day Danny sitting there, lounging on the leather seat—tanned skin, unruly hair, toothy grin. “You always finish fast so you can daydream about your boyfriend,” he says, turning the last word into his own little sing-songy ballad.

Your pen pauses on the paper, and you roll your eyes. “Jake isn’t my boyfriend.”

Danny laughs, and you roll your eyes again, pretend like you aren’t smiling. “Oh? But you knew who I was talking about!”

“Because you never shut up about him being into me.”

“Because he is!”

You set the pen down for good, now, grab the phone again because you want to make sure your next words come across loud and clear, even if it is the millionth time you’ve told him. “He’s my friend, Danny!”

“Oh, come on!” His laugh intensifies. “I don’t think a guy has ever been just friends with you.”

“You’re my friend, aren’t you?”

His laughter quells, and you’re sure he’s picking on the plastic of the steering wheel. There are so many scrapes on it from the same thing. He’s always picking at it, ever since you told him to give his poor nails a rest. He has to destroy something, you suppose—teenage boy and all—but you prefer a destroyed golf cart steering wheel to a destroyed Danny, so you let it slide. He sighs, and then he clears his throat, and the memory of your question dies in the silence. “Are you coming with me or not?”

“Are you coming to get me?”

— —

The air is chilly—nippy almost, especially with the sun dipping below the horizon like it is. You’re walking stride for stride with Daniel over the gravel path to the cellar, glass of sweet pink wine in your hand. He’s taking you to the strawberry field, per your request, because even after tasting it, even after telling you which field it’s in, you still don’t believe him.

“So,” he asks, one hand deep in his pocket, the other hanging in the space between your bodies. He’s very hesitant with you today, you’ve noticed. It’s nothing like the brash boy you called your first love. He’s gentle, softer, like he’s scared of his next words. “Who finally put that ring on your finger?” The threat of a smile is weak, but the idea of it alone is charming.

You look at your free hand, carefully decorated with several different rings. “Which one?”

He drops his head to his shoulder, gives you a pathetic smile and a matching chuckle. “The only one an ex-boyfriend would ask you about, Bee.”

The sunlight—the little bit that’s left of it—catches the diamond on your ring finger. “Oh,” you shrug, dropping it back to your side. “It’s Mom’s.”

“I know,” he nods solemnly, and your head shoots over to look at him. You don’t know why he would remember that. “Who put it there, though?”

A smile pulls on your lips, and you bury it in the lip of your wine glass. “I’m not engaged, if that’s what you’re asking,” you laugh. “I just wear it… I don’t know, it makes me feel close to her.”

Sunsets at the property have always been gorgeous. When you were younger, you thought that maybe it was the most beautiful place in the entire world. The blues and the pinks and the yellows all mix together into some grand watercolor and tonight is no exception.

The silence that lingers in the air should be awkward, but it’s not. It should be harder to be here, to watch the sunset, to walk the paths you have memorized, to stand next to Daniel after all these years. It’s not hard, though. It’s comfortable, like it was when you were sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and barely nineteen. Like it was all the time you knew him, even before you loved him.

“I’m sorry,” he finally speaks. “She was really cool.”

You chuckle softly. It’s a familiar routine, consoling those attempting to console you about her death. “That’s what everyone says,” you say, even though Daniel might be the first person to posthumously describe your mom as cool. Lovely, you’d gotten more times than you could count. Beautiful and kind and oh honey, she loved you so much, you knew already. She was really cool, that’s a Danny-original if you’ve ever heard one.

“I should have been at the funeral.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, because his presence wouldn’t have changed that your Mom was lovely and beautiful and kind and that she wasn’t around to be any of those things anymore. There wasn’t anything Daniel could have done to remedy that reality. “You were busy. We weren’t together,” and before he can come back with something, insists that it’s a bigger deal some decade later than it was, you change the subject. “What about you, though? Putting rings on anyone’s fingers these days?”

He laughs. A person can only get poetic about Daniel’s laugh so many times before it’s easier to just leave it at that. He laughs, everyone around him lights up, and he laughs some more. “Believe it or not, my work-life balance isn’t super great at fostering long-term relationships.”

You don’t exactly know what Daniel’s work-life balance looks like. The last time you paid any attention, he was racing with Toro Rosso. Every update you’d heard since had been one you weren’t looking for—commercials and posters and billboards and word-of-mouth; more than a couple ex-boyfriends and a few stray friends.

You never cared much about racing. It was Daniel you cared about.

There aren't a lot of specifics you remember about Daniel’s schedule, but you remember that he was almost always coming or going. There wasn’t much staying, and that was before he’d even made it to the big show. “You mean, women like it when their partners are around for most of the year?”

“They do, yeah,” he nods, dimples digging into his cheeks. “Crazy, right?”

“Crazy.”

— —

Danny didn’t go down without a fight. He caught what had to have been the first flight home—home, you’re not sure that he can call Perth home now that he doesn’t live here. He caught the first flight to you, threw wood chips at your window at three-in-the morning. He didn’t need to wake you up, it’s been two weeks since you had any kind of meaningful sleep. You spend the majority of your time in bed looking at the ceiling fan spin or staining the sheets with your tears.

You let him throw mulch for twenty minutes though, hoping that maybe he’ll give up and leave so you don’t have to face him.

You’d done the breaking up over the phone for a reason. It wasn’t that you couldn’t wait until whenever he was home next. You could. It was that you couldn’t break up with him while looking him in the eyes, and you knew it.

Eventually, though, you pull your pajama-clad frame out from under the warm covers, drag your feet the entire way to the window, pulling the curtains open just enough to confirm what you already knew—that it was him in the driveway. His entire face relaxes when he sees you there, forcing the window open. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck am I doing?” He scoffs. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You cross your arms over your chest. The night air is cold and your pajamas are scarce. “I’m trying to sleep.”

He rolls his eyes, always dramatic, always over-the-top. “Come down here, honey.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

You stand there in silence, shivering in your bedroom window. He stands there in silence, thick jacket on and a handful of wood chips from the garden in your driveway. It’s a stalemate, and you don’t know which of you is more exhausted. Appearance points to him, but you dread that fact that you’re standing, that you’re tired enough to give up the fight this quick.

“Fine,” you relent, and it’s less than two minutes before you’re running into him on the back porch, slowly closing the sliding patio door behind you so as to not alert anyone else in the house of his presence. “What do you want?”

“Where are your clothes?” He asks, and is already taking his coat off to wrap around your frame. You huff and puff the entire time he’s doing it, because your lack of clothing was a choice—you were hopeful that he wouldn’t keep you long if you were shivering.

“What do you want, D?”

“I want you to talk to me,” he says. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

Your lip trembles, and you bite down on it to try and stop it, chew on the skin until you taste copper and then it still trembles. You don’t look at him, you can’t. “You can’t fix it.”

“No, no,” he argues, grabbing your elbow in a plea, stepping closer to you, speaking hardly above a whisper. “Just tell me, baby.”

You yank your arm away, tone a direct contrast to his when you insist: “You can’t fix it this time, okay!? Nobody can fix it.” You point an accusatory finger, like there’s actually something he’s done to deserve this. There isn’t, there never will be. “You can’t fucking fix everything just because you want to.”

He matches, points his finger at you, presses it into the middle of your chest. Your heart races. “You can’t just fucking break up with me because you want to.”

You swat his hand away, offended by the accusation that you wanted this, that any part of you is enjoying this, finding relief in this. You hate this. Fucking loathe it, but it doesn’t change any of the facts. “I don’t want to,” your lips downturn into a frown, all pathetic and trembled, and your voice cracks and shakes half as much as your lips. The tears that burn in your eyes are reflected back in his, tired and bloodshot and wet.

“Then don’t do it,” he pleads.

You gulp around the lump in your throat, voice leaving your body meekly through tears. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t,” he assures you quickly, his hands slotting on either side of your face, the pads of his thumbs wiping your tears, his fingers locking into the hair at the nape of your neck. He shakes his head before he speaks, brown eyes searching yours, begging you to change your mind. “You don’t.”

His hands on your face are what push you over the edge, turn you from poised and sniffly to half-wrecked—choking on sobs and swallowing snot. It all hits you at once, all the weeks of testing, the days of trying to come to terms with a diagnosis, the hours spent grappling with the fact that nothing will ever be the same about you. You’re changed, now, and you’re only going to continue to change. It’s not Daniel’s responsibility to see you through any of this fucking shit. “I do, I do,” you sob. “I have to, I’m so sorry, I have to.”

He presses his forehead against yours, your tears mixing with his every time your noses bump. It calms you, if only slightly, and your eyes close, mind focused on remembering this, on remembering what it feels like to have his skin on yours, to feel his voice in your bones, to breathe in the same air, the same space, the same atoms.

Your breath is shaky, but the pattern is steady. In, out. In, out. Your nose is so stuffed you can’t breathe through it. Your lips are all but touching his, a stray tremble holding the power to force them together. You don’t know if you want to kiss him or not, if it would make things better or so much worse.

He swallows hard, pulling your faces apart. “I love you,” he mutters softly, like a wounded animal, and then he presses a long, hard kiss into your forehead.

You sniffle, your hands holding onto his wrists. “I’m sorry.”

He nods, drops his arms, your hands falling into his. “Yeah.”

He lets your hands go, lets you go. You feel like you might be sick watching him walk down the steps of the patio, along the path of pavers to the gate. A shiver runs up your spine, and you pull his jacket closed over your chest. His jacket.

You wipe a new set of tears from your cheek with the back of your hand. “Your jacket,” you sniffle, “hold on.”

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even turn back to face you. “Keep it,” he says, unlatching the gate and slipping through to the other side. You sigh, and then you cough, and then you cry some more before finally finding the ability to move again, to go back inside and up to your bedroom, and that was that. That was the last time you saw Danny. The last moment that he was yours.

— —

You’re walking back from the unbelievable strawberry field, quickly approaching the still lively barn, people and smiles and conversations pouring out into the adjacent spaces. Someone appears in front of you with a camera, with two cameras—one professional, and one a cheap polaroid. Smile, they said, and you laughed, your cheeks burning red.

Daniel slinks his arm over your shoulder, and you step closer to his side. He flashes a toothy grin and a shaka sign to the camera. You hear the shutter of the camera take a dozen photos, and then the photographer holds up the polaroid—one for the road, she says, and Daniel pulls you that little bit closer, you blush that little bit harder.

There’s a flash, and then you both relax, the photo printing out of the bottom of the camera. She holds it out Daniel, but he nudges you with his elbow to take it. You do, even though you aren’t sure you want it.

You shake the polaroid while the two of you make your way into the barn. “What do I do with this?” You ask, looking carefully at the developed print.

Daniel shrugs, leaning over. You flip the photo in his direction so he doesn’t have to lean as far, but he still does. “It’s cute,” he says. “You don’t want it?”

“I mean, I’ll take it, but…” But. But I’m going to throw it away when I get home. But it only reminds me of you. But it only represents what won’t be.

He looks to the wall of photos behind the counter, eyeing the display carefully. You follow his sight line, your eyes going to the exact place you remember the photos of you being. You don’t know why you’re surprised that they’re still there, like you knowing they exist means they’d vanish. “Hang it up,” he says.

You laugh. “Where?”

Daniel shrugs. “Anywhere you want.”

— —

The best part about only being able to afford cheap workers, was that you spent every day at the property with a new teenager looking to have just as much fun as you were. Between that, and the plethora of college kids that were constantly leaving to go back to school, to get a grown-up job, to get any job that paid more than your family could offer—there was always an opportunity for going away parties. And party, you did.

You and your coworkers turned friends had slept down by the river more summer nights than you could count, hiding six-packs in the staff locker-room and hiding ziploc bags of joints behind the six-packs.

Tonight, the going-away party is to honor someone whose face you won’t remember in a year, much less thirteen. He’d worked there for the holidays and not much more, and there wasn’t much memorable about him.

The bonfire on the back of the property snaps and crackles, sparking off into the night and lights everyone in flickers of orange and yellow. The breeze has picked up after dark, and the tank-top and shorts you’d donned earlier in the day aren’t appropriate any more, one of Danny’s hoodies—a purple one that sits in his locker just for you to steal and smells like weed and wood from all the past nights just like this one—takes the chill out of the night and keeps the goosebumps off your exposed legs.

The sky is clear and cloudless, a big moon staring back at you and a million shining stars fill the night sky. It’s times like these you think there’s no prettier place on Earth, nights like these where you feel completely rich.

Two joints are being passed around the circle lazily, laughter and conversation filling the air. The first one comes your way from the left, from Daniel. He takes a long hit, the embers at the end of the paper burning orange with his inhale. He holds it in, nodding his way through someone else’s joke, and exhaling into a laugh.

He looks at you, hesitates to hand it over. “I really don’t want a lecture from your parents tomorrow morning,” he teases, playful smile pulling on his lips, mischievous glint in his eye.

You roll your eyes. “They won’t know,” you insist, to no avail. Daniel chuckles, but holds his resolve and passes the joint around you to the next person.

Undeterred, you keep your eyes on the joint that moves clockwise, that comes to you from the other direction, a path with no Danny-sized roadblock. With practiced ease, you take a hit, exhaling slowly, savoring the warmth in your chest. You meet Danny’s eyes on exhale, find them half-amused and half-concerned, brows raised and smile drawn.

“Whatcha got there?” He laughs, gently taking the joint from her. “I told you not to,” he continues, taking a hit himself before passing it along again. You grin, a wave of giddiness washing over you. It always goes like that when he laughs—makes you all warm and fuzzy and silly.

“It’ll be okay, Danny-boy,” you laugh, leaning against him. Lazily, without hesitation, he tosses his arm over your shoulder and pulls you that much closer. You like being closer, can feel his laugh instead of just hearing it. You like the way his arm rests on your shoulder, the way his fingers trace patterns over the fabric of his sweatshirt, every touch echoing on your skin for minutes. You like being close, even if it makes your palms a little sweatier and your heartbeat a little faster. You could get used to being closer, you think.

The fire is starting to die out now, and the air gets colder. You wonder how long your parents waited up for you to get home. The original excuse was that Daniel had forgotten the lock-check, that you wanted to come along and really, it’s no problem to drive her home. After about fifteen minutes, you’d snuck away from the newly-built fire to make a phone call, to let them know you were grabbing food on the way home and don’t wait up for me. You’re sure they did, though, even if only for a while longer.

Anyway, the air is colder and the joints have been smoked through and the beers have been drunk—not by you, you’re too messy when you’re crossed. And not by Daniel, either, who refuses to drive drunk but insists on driving high.

You yawn under Daniel’s arm, find a way to somehow lean in closer. “Sleepy?” he asks, and you nod. Carefully, like he’s done it a million times before, he presses a kiss into the crown of your head. It’s not the millionth time, it’s not even the second time he’s kissed any part of you. It’s the first time you've felt the press of his lips and you think that you’ll feel it there forever. “You wanna go?”

“No,” you say. “I’ll stay, make sure the fire gets out and everything.”

It’s not much longer, anyway, until the fire is being doused with water bottles and beer and everyone is taking turns spraying the same perfumes and colognes over their clothes in a poor attempt to mask the smell of smoke and weed.

Daniel drives you home. It’s not the first time you’ve been the passenger in his old Ford Bronco. It’s not even the first time you’ve been in the truck while he was high. Usually, car rides with Danny consist of cranked down windows and loud music, of louder conversations and excessive laughter. This drive is quiet, though.

His hands are steady on the wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead. There’s no music, the windows are up, and he doesn’t talk. You watch him carefully from the passenger seat, study him in your paranoia. You haven’t done anything, you don’t think. There’s no reason for him to be mad at you. Unless there is.

“Did you have a good time?” You ask. Danny nods. “That’s good.”

He turns to face you at a stop sign. “Sorry,” he laughs. “I’m trying to focus.”

“It’s okay,” you nod.

“It’s harder,” he explains. “It’s hard with you here.”

— —

The evening you’d anticipated is far from the evening that unfolds. Fifteen minutes, maximum, in and out. That was the plan. But then Daniel—Daniel, and all the far-fetched dreams of him making himself at home in your life, all the passing thoughts you’d had over the years about the what-ifs; the grocery bills and the taxes and the white wine and the rusty barn doors. He glues you to his side for hours that feel like minutes.

The event is winding down, people keep coming up to him, firm pats on the back and handshakes and hugs goodbye. They tell him how great the place is, how great the wine is, how great he is, and you move around like his shadow, smiling awkwardly whenever someone catches your eye and waiting for the next joke Daniel has to crack quietly, just to you.

You stand at a high-table next to him, elbows on the tabletop, shoulders bumping everytime one of you moves. There were people around the table, a reason—an excuse—for the proximity, but they’re long gone now. “You know,” Daniel says quietly, dropping his head against his hands, speaking to nobody in the room but you. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Yeah,” you nod, speak just as softly. “Me too.”

He takes a long drink from the wine glass in front of him. Liquid courage, you know now, for what he was going to do next. The glass returns to the tablecloth with a soft pat, and he lets out a heavy exhale. “I heard there’s a new coffee place opening in Northbridge?” He asks, and you assume it’s because he knows your neighborhood, wants to know more about it. The wine has made you naive, or maybe you’d just pushed the reality of his implication so far from your mind that it’s an impossible thought.

“Yeah,” you nod. The new coffee shop in Northbridge is a seven minute walk from your apartment, and is on your way to work. You’ve been eyeing the place since the empty building went up for lease. “It’s got this super cute bakery right next door,” you add. “I think they opened last week.”

Daniel nods. “I’d love to try it out.”

“Yeah,” you continue, still genuine and naive and oh-so silly. “You should. I’ve heard good things.”

He laughs, then. Laughs this specific kind of Daniel laugh that you used to get so excited to hear. It meant he was going to do something for—or to—you. He’d laughed like that before he kissed you for the first time, and he’d laughed like that while orange juice ran down his arm and he asked you out for the hundredth time. He’d laughed like that on every anniversary, every birthday, every holiday. It’s Danny’s you laugh. “I’d need someone to go with, though,” he says. And the laugh and the words and the whole thing clicks. Daniel is trying to ask you out. “I don’t really know my way around Northbridge.”

A lie, objectively. One that confirms the assumption you’d just jumped to. Daniel’s first apartment was in Northbridge. He lived eleven minutes from where you live now. He knows the place like the back of his own hand, knows the streets like he used to know you.

You nod into the bottom of your wine glass, watching the liquid spin around the clear glass. “You don’t?”

He purses his lips, looks all deep in thought. “No,” he shakes his head. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Oh,” you frown, your eyes meeting his. It’s really hard to mess with him when he looks at you like that. Hard, but not impossible. “My dad’s usually around.”

He chuckles. “Your dad, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod, a smile pulling impossibly hard on your lips. “Retirement and all, you know.”

“Oh, sure.”

“I guess…” you shrug, stop spinning your glass and set it down altogether. You push it slowly across the tablecloth towards the center. “I could always show you around, too.”

He leans back, stands up straight and scratches his beard, makes a piss-poor attempt at wiping the dimpled smile off his face when he cocks his head to the side and says, “As much as I like your dad…”

“As much as you like my dad.”

And, because Daniel was never really Daniel, because he’s always going to be your Danny, no matter the time or the distance or anything else that should get in the way, he says: “You’ve always been my honeybee.”

— —

“Don’t call me that, Mom,” you shouted from the office, gathering your morning gear. You were working tours with Danny, today, and the two of you had spent all morning bickering over who gets to be lead and who has to be secondary guide. While you shoved the batteries into the walkie-talkies, you could overhear Danny successfully pleading with your Mom. Honeybee, she’d called out to you. Let Danny take Lead today, won’t you?

She laughs. You roll your eyes, slipping behind the counter where she leans, where Danny lounges on a stool. You toss Danny’s walkie at his chest, and he catches it before it hits him. She raises her brows pointedly, meets Danny’s eyes in some shared language, a shared silent remark about you. “Why not?”

“Because. It sounds like something Grandma would say.”

Your mom smiles, twirls the end of your ponytail around her finger. “But you’re so sweet”

Danny chokes on his laugh, shooting up straight in his seat to clear his throat, to cough into his elbow. “She is NOT sweet.”

You scowl, shove his shoulder gently. It only makes him, and your mom, laugh harder. “Hey!”

“You make my life sweet, baby girl,” she hums.

Danny nods, falling back into his comfortable spot, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re kinda like a bee,” he says, leaning back even further. Your entire day would be made by him losing his balance and falling flat on his ass. “You make her life sweet but for me…” he pauses. “You’re just this annoying little buzzing I can’t shoo away.”

Silently, you hold up both middle fingers to him, walking backwards out from behind the counter, towards the back door. Your mom only laughs at you, always laughs at you and Danny. “Love you, Bee,” she calls to you, and winks at Danny.

“Yeah,” he calls, the stool creaking underneath him as he properly stands up. “Love ya, Bee!”

600 notes · View notes

merakiui · 3 months

Note

hi mera! are u still doing fwb dialogues? if so, can i have jamil with "this is bad, this is very bad" ?

love ur writing, have a good day (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

Hi hiii!!! Thank you for requesting. <3

(fwb dialogues)

This is bad, you and Jamil realize in perfect unison. This is very bad.

No one's at fault here. At least, that's what you assume. But here you are, clad only in one of Jamil's hoodies and your underwear. To make matters worse, you've opened his bedroom door to greet who is, quite possibly, the one person who could dissolve this secret arrangement in the span of mere minutes. A record, really. Jamil stifles his groan, sitting up in bed with the covers still thrown over his legs. If he gets up now, he risks revealing the real reason you stayed the night because he, too, is sporting his boxers and nothing else.

Is he fated to be unlucky whenever Kalim is concerned? Just what's up with that?

"Oh! I didn't know you were here, (Name)!" His smile bright and unwavering, Kalim peers past you at Jamil. "Why didn't you tell me (Name) was here, Jamil? We could've thrown a party or done something fun last night!"

That's exactly why I didn't, he thinks bitterly. It's not even afternoon, but he's already irritated. Stress doesn't go away with sleep. Jamil would know; he's tried that dozens of times and it's yet to work.

You exchange a wary, furtive glance with Jamil. He hopes to convey don't say a word. I'll handle this in his stern stare, but you don't quite catch it.

"Don't worry about it, Kalim! There'll always be another time for that. I was just—"

"Leaving," Jamil interjects. "(Name) was just getting ready to leave."

"In your hoodie?"

Of course. There's that. Your clothes are still scattered on the floor. Last night feels like a blur even though it's perfectly vivid in his mind's eye. And to think he was planning to wake early and prepare breakfast. Out of habitual schedule. Definitely no other reason.

Jamil watches what's possibly the worst attempt at improv he's ever seen. It's so bad he visibly winces.

You grab at the hoodie and feign surprise. "W-Wow! Yeah, that's so crazy. I wonder how that got on me. Must've been magic..."

Kalim looks from you to Jamil and then back, silently assessing something. And then he gasps, his eyes wide. Jamil's ready to dig a grave and lie down in it. His first slice of relief in a while and it's only lasted one week. That's a record.

But then Kalim says, "Ooh, you had a sleepover! That's so fun!"

"A... A sleepover..." Jamil hurries to hide his shock before you can say anything that'll further jeopardize the situation. "Right. Yeah, that was it. Just a sleepover."

"It was late. We didn't wanna bother you," you add.

"Aw. I wouldn’t have minded. But next time you should definitely let me know! We can have one big sleepover together. You, me, Jamil—maybe even the entire dorm!" He laughs, excited by the prospect of it. "Oh, and we'll definitely need to have food and drinks! Some games, too. Maybe I'll even invite Lilia and Cater. And Riddle and Silver as well! Wait, what about everyone in my class? They'll wanna come, too!"

Before Jamil can stop his tangent, Kalim sprints off. Face-palming, he flops back onto his bed, only to bolt upright once Kalim returns seconds later.

"Sorry, Jamil and (Name), I wish I could stay and talk more. But I gotta go tell the rest of the dorm that we'll be holding our first-ever dorm slumber party this weekend! Thanks for the idea!"

And then he's off for good.

You turn slowly, bracing for the scowl. As expected, it's there, right at home on Jamil's face. You raise your hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, in my defense, how was I supposed to know it'd be him?"

"Who else would it be? The Sorcerer of the Sands?" Jamil sighs, scrubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. "You didn't even have to answer it."

"He would've come in anyway." Jamil can't refute that. "Do you think he knows about us?"

"Not anymore. He's so focused on throwing a dorm slumber party after someone put the idea in his head."

"What? No way! It's not my fault he came to that conclusion! Better that than the truth, right?"

Again, you make a valid point.

"It's still more work I'd like to avoid."

You fix your lips into a sympathetic frown. Jamil's not sure why you even bother. There's no point to these emotions when your relationship is simply physical.

"Can I make it up to you?"

He raises a brow, suspicious. "Getting the idea out of Kalim's head would be a start."

"Oh, I was gonna suggest another type of head, but that also works."

Jamil gazes at the time. It's risky but oh-so-rewarding. His lips lift in a smug smile. With a flick of his magic pen, the door shuts and locks.

"We can start with that."

#twisted chit chat #meraki dialogues

94 notes · View notes

babiebom · 2 months

Note

Hiiii. I hope ur ok with my just constantly being like *ahem* spencer reid 👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹. I loved how you wrote him in the last request! I feel like a lot of the time, people write him very ooc - just bc he can be hard to get written the right way, but like that's my boy, look at him spitting random facts for HOURS 🥰🥰?? Like yes, pls info dump on me while I stare at u lovingly, Spence 💞.

I recently came to terms with being ftm, but it's almost impossible to find any male! reader x Spencer Reid content. Which can be very dysphoric 😵‍💫. Which sucks! Bc holy hell, there are some fuckinnn amazing writers out there writing fanfics.

So now, I have come to you, an amazing writer out here writing fanfics, to beg ask if ud be down to write any kind of oneshot with Spencer Reid dating a male reader! It honestly doesn't have to be anything specific - romantic, angsty, enemies to lovers, slow burn, whatever peaks ur interest atm!

I would just love, love to have that content with Spence & a male reader if you're down for the task! Thank you so so muchh 💓. Hope ur having a wonderful morning / afternoon / evening !

A/N:im sorry this took so long!! I’ve been busy working (blegh) and I wanted to write something sweet for you!! I’m happy you’ve come to terms with being ftm!! As a cis identifying person myself I can’t say that I know how it feels, but I am VERY happy that you’re more comfortable with your identity!! Also never worry about being too “crazy” over Spencer I’ve been obsessed with him since I was about 5 or 6 (yes it’s been a long time)!! I’ll try more to write in a more gender neutral way when writing anything reader insert related that way you can enjoy my writing without feeling left out or anything!! Always let me know if there are things I can do better <3

Tw: maybe some cursing but overall should be wholesome

Wc: 0.54k

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer Reid often came home dejected after a case gone wrong, it was often that he came home tired but happy after a successful case. It wasn’t often, however, that he came home excited for a break; but then again he hadn’t had a boyfriend to come home to on previous breaks. Now, as you watch him walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you can’t help but grin at the absolutely goofy look on his face.

“Emily gave us all 4 weeks off to rest after our latest case, so that means I get four WHOLE weeks of you to myself! Isn’t that great?” He lets out a giggle after he finishes speaking, putting his bag down on the kitchen counter. You didn’t even have to ask him why he was so giddy, he answered unprompted.

“It is great!” You try to match his energy, only seeing him this excited for the first time since you’ve met. He brings you into his embrace, hugging you so tightly that you think you might die if he squeezed you any tighter. “So what are your plans now that you’re a free man for four whole weeks?”

“Well we could go to the park and play chess, or stay here and play chess but I think the sunlight would be good for both of us. Or we could go to the movies, or take a class together, or…”

“Your plans are to just have dates with me every single day?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

He nods as if the answer is the most obvious, concrete fact in the universe. He looks at you, not as if you’re dumb, but as if to say ‘duh what else would I be planning to do?’.

The two of you move to sit on the couch, enveloped in each other as he talks about the many, many dates you’re going to go on now that he’s free from his time constricting job. “What if I don’t wanna do those things?” You ask playfully. He shrugs.

“It doesn’t matter what we do, as long as I get to do it with you”.

“Oh?” You look at him as if he said something scandalous, “I didn’t know you had that big of a crush on me.”

He shoves you gently, rolling his eyes at your attempt to joke off his sweet words.

“You’re joking but studies have found that couples who have regular date nights more often result in higher relationship satisfaction, better communication, and a stronger emotional connection. Us going on dates during these four weeks will be better for us in the long run.”

You don’t reply, or interrupt. It’s always amusing to listen to him ramble on and on about facts that he finds interesting or applicable to the conversation. And all it does is make you fall more in love with him, seeing how serious he is about your relationship working out in the future. He says that he loves you often, but it’s things like this; seeing and listening to how much he genuinely cares about your relationship.

Being the boyfriend of a pretty boy genius has its perks, and how much he cares about you compared to others is definitely one of them.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds fluff #cm oneshots #cm x reader #cm spencer reid #cm #cm dribbles #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #cm fluff #spencer reid x male reader

52 notes · View notes

im-in-love-with-99-demons-again · 9 months

Note

Good morning/afternoon/night I was hoping if you can you do a Kurapika x fem reader, where reader's brother is Chrollo. (But Kurapika doesn't know that..yet)

Like Kurapika and reader have been dating but reader ended up picking up a job far from him for a while. (Up to the point where Kurapika now knows how Chrollo look).

......I don't think i'm wording this right.....like to the part where Kurapika is in the car with Chrollo and then out of no where Chrollo says something like

"Oh, so your the boy my dear sister is dating and you're the chain user..."....

.sorry this is a bit long and weird....feel free to change anything Oh and can you make the reader Pregnant (Also Kurapika doesn't know....or he could!?) SORRY this is getting a lot longer then what i wanted..Hope it's not to much😥

OH MY GOD😩 some drama! I love this! no worries i understood you<3 I hope you like what I wrote...

Part two is: Here

also I have a weird feeling that your @bruh-help7764 if you are then no wonder you wanted the reader pregnant...

if u aren't then i feel like you and @bruh-help7764 would get along so well 🤡

warnings: Angst, kinda no comfort.

I also had no idea what i was writing......i started this at 3 in the morning and fell asleep halfway.....and now it finished......kinda

"I guess this is goodbye, but not forever. ''

You say as you start to head to your plane as Kurapika waves at you back with a sad smile, he watches as your figure slowly starts to walk out and onto the plane.

You had landed a pretty good job that only hunters can get and it was your dream job but sadly it was far from Kurapika but you said you guys would meet up for holidays if work would allow you guys to take some days off.

As you got onto the plane and made your way to your seat you started to remember what happened the night before you left. Your hands were pinned above your head as Kurapika made soft hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone, kurapikas other hand grasped one of your boobs massaging and playing with it's bud as it harden under his fingers.

he would slide in and out of you with ease from how wet you had became, pounding in and out of you over and over, you moaned loudly as he let out soft groans and heavy panting with some quit soft whimpering as he released his warm seed deep into you.

You blushed remembering the sweet words he'd whispered to you as he made the rest of you body feel like heaven, you slowly started to rub your thighs together before being interrupted by a flight attendant asking if you'd like anything to drink or eat.

you said you were good for now and she left. you blushed a deeper red from embarrassment of what you had been thinking in a public place..

A week has passed since you had moved away from Kurapika and you've been feeling weird but nothing to worry about...right? You tried to text Kurapika but he's being very trash at answering his phone.

but there has been one person who has been answering you a bit more....and that is your brother..Chrollo.

He was all you had as family..well counted as family.your brother never really talked about his work to you since you decided you didn't want in on the phantom troupe, you were once in but you had gotten out after almost dying.

your spider tattoo long removed and tried to move past that past but once you found out that Kurapika was hunting down every spider because they massacred his family you were heartbroken and mostly because he wanted to kill the head and everyone that was apart of the massacre of his clan....and you had a bigger secret other than the fact you were related to Chrollo was that....it was you that was assigned to kill a little boy almost the same age as you,

he had brown hair and a red and white (idk what it’s called what they wear) and beautiful scarlet eyes.

yes you were young but your nen was strong even your brother wanted to steal it. as you stabbed the boy and gouged out his eyes you heard him whisper something.

"K-...Kura..pika....i'm..sorry"

you didn't know who he was talking about but it made you feel a bit sad for him.

You later on found out who Kurapika was....at the hunter exam. you hid your true last name and your past and everyone believed it, you would have never thought that you'd fall in love with Kurapika nor did you ever expect for him to actually date you....everything is going good...but one day....Kurapika would find out the truth.

Beep....beep....beep. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at your phone to see you totally ignore your older brother, he asked if you made any friends at the hunter exam you quickly replied

Y/n: You're hella late for that message

Chrolla: I was busy with work..I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner.

Y/n: it's fine, but yeah i made a bit and I have a boyfriend too!

you quickly sent a picture of you, Gon, Killua, Leorio and Kurapika and than another pic of just you and kurapika, you didn't think much of the pictures until you realized what you just did...kurapika and your brother are like enemies...but they don't know how each other look...right!? well you tried to delete it but your brother has already seen the pictures...the damage has been done.

Chrollo: Oh i see..so the blonde one is your boyfriend?...interesting, well i'm truly happy you found someone, it would be wonderful if i could meet him

Y/n: Yeah..that'd be great (You forced down your anxiety as you continued to type) I miss you

Chrollo: Likewise

You put your phone down and mentally slapped yourself "I'm such an idiot"

Another week has gone by and Kurapika finally texted saying he won't be able to text because he got a big lead on the phantom troupe 😮‍💨 wow you really started to rethink about dating him.

(Kurapika ignore everyone man, poor Leorio being left on not seen)

but you had other things to worry about, you had been throwing up and feeling just like shit, you missed your period but you didn't think much of it (In case urs is like everywhere like mine lol)

you felt horrible this week and even called work which was full of you just vomiting in the bathroom...let's just say that's all they need to hear before hanging up on you saying you can stay home today. you ended up searching your symptoms up and your face ran cold, you can't possibly be pregnant....right?! you got up and decided to go to the store to get some pregnancy tests, running home after. Once you got home you did the tests and now the worst part...waiting.

(Kurapika's side now) (Also i forgot how dis ep went..)

"We'll be fine,...a number of the enemy were injured, so they'll stay put until backup arrives" Kurapika says to Leorio before turning to Chrollo next to him in the car.

"What are you looking at?" Kurapika says with a hint of sass

"Nothing" Chrollo says as he looks away continuing "I just didn't expect the chain user to be a woman"

"Who said I was"

Kurapika says as he takes off his wig

"I thought you knew better than to trust appearances, regardless you should watch what you say, since it may will be the last thing out of your mouth"

Chrollo's eyes widen for a second as he sees kurapika but only for a second before going back to normal.

"You aren't going to kill me, not after you left your precious friends behind and...Y/n...you wouldn't kill her brother....would you"

Kurapika got mad as he spoke without much thought of what Chrollo had just said.

"I may appear calm and-wait what did you just say? ''

Chrollo just smiled as turned out of the window.

"So she hasn't told you about me....figured,...she told me about you....but she surely didn't tell me you're the chain user"

"Don't talk about Y/n like you know her!" Kurapika tightened the chains around Chrollo as his voice got louder. Leorio tried to tell Kurapika to calm down but to be honest everyone was shocked, you couldn't be related to...to the leader of the phantom troupe. Kurapika was angry, he couldn't believe that....but...he also couldn't bring himself to fully believe that it was a lie either...

"But I do know her....why wouldn't I know my very own sister..if you don't believe me, you can look through my phone."

Kurapika told him to shut up and wrapped his mouth with chains as he grabbed Chrollo's phone and his heart sank....he found your name in his contacts and pictures that you sent of you and him and the rest of the other....he gripped the phone hard,

Leorio tried to comfort Kurapika to make him think of the mission and that's what made Kurapika come back to his sense. but the lingering thought of you related to this monster wouldn't get out of his head...were you a part of the murder of his clan? No you wouldn't be....you don't even have the tattoo....you also are not your brother...his crimes have nothing to do with you...you are someone else....not that monster....

(Back to Y/n View)

you came back to the bathroom to see if they were positive or not...as you grab the first one you take a deep breath before turning it around to see two red lines and not faint ones either, they were pretty deep color, you nervously chuckled to yourself as you grabbed the other one only to see the same results. You were happy but....would Kurapika even want kids right now?!

you guys were still very young and he had a mission and having a child right now wouldn't be the best...you grabbed your phone and went straight to your brother's number, you decided to text him but stopped.....shouldn't Kurapika know first? maybe you should go over there and visit him,

but the only day you could probably see him is in 3 weeks

After 3 weeks pass you get on the flight back to yorknew city. Once you arrived you were not greeted by him but instead with melody and Leorio, they both seemed to have sad and stern faces, you were confused on why. As you came closer to them, Leorio looked away from your gaze

. "Is it true?..."

"Huh? Is what true?"

You said but Leorio just shook his head before walking away telling Melody that he'll wait inside the car.

"What's with him?"

You questioned Melody, she just looked down and said

"I think...it's better you talk to Kurapika...."

you were confused why they were acting so weird and you were also kinda worried for kurapika...did something happen to him?!

you followed Melody outside and into the car Leorio was waiting inside. He started to drive and the entire ride there it was filled with an awkward tension,

once the car stopped at yours and Kurapika's place you stepped out of the car and Melody just nods at you before leaving with Leorio you walked up to the right door before pulling out your keys to open the door but it wasn't..locked..strange. you walked in and set your stuff near the ground as you took your shoes off and walked farther into the house/apartment.

"Kurapika?..love?"

You said as you walked to your shared room, slowly opening the door you can see Kurapika sitting on the edge of the other side of the bed with his back to you and his head hanging low (Btw it's night and the room it dark) you walk closer before you stop in your tracks with the simple 5 words he said.

"Do..you have a brother...."

"I...I..do...why?"

Kurapika slowly turns his head to you and you can see his scarlet eyes shine bright through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he glares at you. Your heart stopped and your blood ran cold...did he..find out...no he couldn't have....

"And...is he...the leader of the Phantom troupe?...."

you looked down at the envelop you had in your hand. the envelop was pictures of the pregnancy test and a small letter saying that he was going to be a father....but now..you don't know if you should even keep this baby growing inside of you....you killed Kurapika's best friend and was apart of the spiders and now...you're caring his child ....

"I'm....sorry....." You say as tears start to well up in your eyes and fall, the tears in his eyes fall like a river that was being forced back for so long.

"No..why...why..." Kurapika cried out quietly, covering his face with his hands, his head still handing down

"Kurapika..i'm-"

"Just...G-...Get out!"

he lifted his head and ran a hand threw his hair as tears kept falling, his eyes narrowed to you. You placed the envelop next to him on the bed before leaving. You didn't want to cause him more pain...but you felt that he should know you're carrying his child...you were going to keep his child because it'd feel like killing another part of his clan if you got rid of it......

Once you left Kurapika felt even worse, why didn't you tell him sooner? why didn't you tell him before he....feel in love with you. Kurapika looked down at the envelop before getting up and leaving the house/apartment to go back to work....well surely there'll be work to do at this hour?.....right?

I Think i might make a part two to this where Kurapika reads the envelop after a while of just avoiding it.......also i had a total brain fart writing this....i didn't know what to do ....

119 notes · View notes

whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

Note

hi 👁👁 first i just wanna say that u are so awesome. and like the other person said, u have great vibes💪 ur blog feels very home-y if that makes sense 😨

ANYWAYS. if i may… can i request a rottmnt leo x reader where leo is yk super flirty with them all the time (and they’re just like 😒) but one day reader says like a super good pick up line to him and he’s like 😳😳😳 LMFAOSBDKSN sorry i just love seeing blushy leo it’s like my fav thing ever

also i hope u have a great day/night!!!

:0.. dude that's so sweet I'm flattered !!!! I'm glad my blog has a homey feel to it, it's good to hear people enjoy my stuff and my vibes :]

and of course- YESSSSS YES YES YES BLUSHY LEO <3<3 I adore him sm

Honestly I had to edit this a bunch to get it to where it is, bc I just couldn't get the story to feel the way I wanted, but I'm quite happy with it now :) so hopefully you enjoy it too!

( Romantic ) Rise! Leo x Gender Neutral Reader (they/them pronouns used in fic)

Warnings: curse words, nothing else that I can think of

Fluster The Flirt

Leo knows plenty of things, even if Donnie likes to disagree. He can make plans, charm his way out of most trouble, and he's pretty confident in his ability to play medic. One thing he doesn't know, surprisingly, is romance.

So when he fell for you (and he fell /hard/) he had absolutely no idea what to do. So.. he did the only thing he really knew /how/ to do. Flirt. Badly Flirt.

Of course you had to catch on eventually. And fortunately for him, eventually would be sooner than he thought.

You were hanging in the arcade with the boys one saturday afternoon, when suddenly Leo was leaning himself against your back, and grinning that dumb fucking grin of his.

So you sighed, turning your head a bit to give Leo the attention he so obviously desired.

"Hello my wonderful and brilliant friend. How are we on this fine evening?" He asked, moving his arms to rest over your shoulders, just barely stopping himself from cuddling up to you entirely.

Raph gave him an odd look from across the room. "Leo, it's noon."

You watched as Leo's expression quickly shifted to a glare in Raph's direction. "Hush. Let them answer." And in an instant his attention was back on you, blinking up at you with his big puppy eyes.

You hummed, reaching up to gently pat Leo's arm, your silent request for him to remove himself from your shoulders. "I'm fine Leo. Just watching Mikey and Don play.. whatever they're playing? Honestly I haven't been paying attention."

"Well to fill you in!" Donnie cut in, right as Leo (a bit reluctantly) detangled himself from you, "Mikey is currently being beaten to a pulp by yours truly!"

"Not for long!" Mikey exclaimed, before pressing some long sequence of buttons, resulting in Donnie letting out a long string of indignant bird like noises.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at them, before turning back to Leo. "Yeah, that's what I'm up to. Barely paying attention to Dee's annoyed squawks."

"Hey!"

Leo hummed and nodded, both of you ignoring Donnie's offended exclamation.

"So.. what I'm hearing is, you're free to hang out?" He asked, leaning a bit more into your personal space.

You smiled and hummed, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him.

"I guess I am. Why? You wanna ask me out?" You didn't even realize what you were saying until it had already come out of your mouth. And instantly your heart dropped to your stomach, dread filling the empty space.

But then Leo's smile wobbled, and so did he. He almost fell forward, but quickly pulled himself back up to his feet, and if you weren't mistaken, you could've sworn you'd seen a blush on his face.

"Uh well, uhm, if you- uh-" he stumbled over his words, silently cursing himself as he tried to get out even a single sentence.

You blinked, watching as he averted his gaze to the floor between the both of you. And as he continued to stumble over himself, you came to a sudden realization.

He liked you. He liked you just as much, if not more, than you liked him.

You smiled as Leo finally pulled himself together enough to look at you again, a more nervous version of his usual grin on his face.

"Well.. yknow uh, it could be.. a.." he trailed off, and you hummed.

"Sure."

He blinked, looking at you with wide eyes. "..seriously?"

"Mhm. Sure. How does tonight sound?" You asked, watching as he slowly bobbed his head in a nod.

"Uh yeah- Yeah! Yeah sure! That's cool, great even, awesome!" He grinned, balling his hands into fists at his sides, just barely keeping his excitement in check.

"Cool, uhm.." you glanced over at the others, noting that they were all crowded around the arcade game, paying no mind to the two of you.

You smiled and turned back to Leo, "Meet me at the park by the library." You hummed and quickly grabbed one of Leo's fists, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand before turning and quickly making your way out of the lair.

You were too embarrassed to stick around, so you rushed home as quick as you could. But in your haste, you missed the way Leo gaped at his hand after you kissed it, the wide lovestruck stare he gave you as you scurried off, and the way he jumped and squealed and celebrated as soon as he was in the comfort of his room.

Surely the date you hastily planned would be one to remember, but for now you could both simply relish in the excitement and anxiety that new love brought.

#tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #tmnt leonardo x reader #ah shit i should have a my works tag huh #cuz im gonna be reblogging stuff too damn ok #Romeo Writings #ok slay 💅#im so sorry to anyone who actually reads the tags ill be in here all the time

565 notes · View notes

lauriegraham01 · 9 months

Text

girl next door

pairings: ethan morgan x vampire!reader, sarah x reader (platonic), gn!reader

summary: after spending more time with ethan, reader wonders if what she feels for him pushes the boundaries of friendship. fluff/kissing, idiots in love. set in summer break during college.

wc: 2,432

a/n: i'll create a masterlist once i've published 5-10 fics seeing as this is a multifandom acc, hope u enjoy this is my longest fic to date. mbav has always been a comfort show of mine and i love ethan <3

Summer vacation had brought winds of change in Whitechapel. After an eventful year together of dealing with the supernatural, we hoped for the chance to unwind a summer away from monsters and college.

You and Sarah had got a job as servers at the local diner and were so excited to be working together. Sometimes after your shift you'd go out to find a bite, hoping to find something that could satisfy your appetites. Afterwards, the whole gang would get together and find something to do for that day. However, most days you'd swing by Ethan's place after work hoping to spend more quality time with him one-on-one. He'd been working as a counselor at the local science camp and you'd help him make up activities to do with the children the following day. Other days the two of you would waste the afternoon away at the pool or on his couch with movie marathons. You'd leave his place around dinnertime, not wanting to seem rude for not having an appetite for Mrs. Morgan's cooking, and you'd walk back home. Later on in the night, the two of you would talk on the phone well into the night.

However, the two of you spending more time together didn't go unnoticed- especially by Sarah.

“Y’know I understand if you’re not ready to go public about you and Ethan but I mean c'mon. Y/n, c’mon, I'm your best friend you could’ve at least told me!”

Sarah had manage to bring up the topic as you told her about your plans to hangout with Ethan that night.

"Sarah, what are you even saying?” Letting out an amused laugh as you wipe down the counter that separated the two of you.

“Benny called me complaining about how he never gets to hang out with Ethan anymore ever since you and Ethan started going out or whatever."

"Oh that is so not- look Ethan and I aren't dating!"

"Look I don’t care that you’re dating Ethan, congratulations- but the fact that I had to hear it from Benny is seriously messed up.” Sarah huffed as she feigned a look of hurt.

“Sarah, Ethan and I are NOT dating. We just hang out a lot, that's all but that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“Uh-huh" Raising her eyebrows at me not even the slightest bit convinced.

“I swear!” You raise your arms defensively.

“Look, I knew it was only a matter of time and honestly I’m surprised it even took this long.”

“What do you mean?” You shift your full attention to her, setting the towel in your hand down.

“What do I mean? Y/n I may be dead but I’m not dumb. Anyone with a brain can see that you and Ethan are totally in love with each other and have been for years.” She smiled knowingly at you.

“We are not in love with each other."

"Bullshit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Remember how crushed Ethan was when you were dating that frat guy and how he was there to help you through that mess?"

"He was just being a good friend."

"He drove down to New York for the weekend just so that you wouldn't feel alone."

The two of you just stared at each other, the memories from that weekend replaying back in your mind. It had come as a surprise when Ethan knocked on you dorm door with a bag full of your favorite snacks in hand. He had heard from Sarah about your breakup and didn't tell anyone about the drive he made to you, not wanting to ruin the surprise. The two of you spent that weekend wasting away eating junk food and watching movies in your bed as he offered his full support in your emotional state.

“Look, I'm not sure he even likes me, Sarah. For all I know he just sees me as a really good friend and wants nothing more than a friendship. Plus I’m a vampire, who knows if he’ll even want to be with me considering that he’ll get older and move on in his life, but there’s only so much ‘growing’ I can do before I have to start over again. At the end of the day I’ll just be seventeen forever.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Sarah looked at you with a blank stare, she understood where you were coming from, your fears reflecting much of her own. Despite her empathy, she was determined to not let you sabotage an opportunity at being happy.

“Y/N, I understand your fears. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do," reaching across the counter she places a sympathetic hand on top of yours. "but I know Ethan."

"He’s been in love with you since like the day he met you and I swear I've seen him fall in love with you more every day. I can't tell you that it'll be easy or uncomplicated but I do know that if I were you- I'd take the risk. Cause thinking about the 'what if's' are more tormentful than any rejection could be.”

As her words sank in, flashes of some of the best memories between you and Ethan flashed into your mind. All the adventure spent fighting the supernatural together, movie marathons, high school dances, how much it hurt to move away for college, the holidays spent together, and the parties you've dragged him to. You loved every moment spent with him - both the mundane and the momentous. Maybe you had been denying your feelings for Ethan all these years, probably due to fear but what fun is life playing it safe? Whatever problems that would arise you would deal with them one at a time. The truth sank in heavily within you- it's been Ethan all along, and you were too blind to have seen that before.

Reaching over the counter, you catch Sarah off guard as you smush her into a bear hug.

"Thank you." You muffled into her hair. With that you untie your apron tossing it behind the counter as you grab your bag in a hurry.

“Call me tonight and tell me everything!” Sarah called out as you made your way out of the diner. The walk to Ethan's seemed to be eternal- thoughts racing with each step you took. The closer the view of his house appeared, the more your nerves consumed you. Letting a deep breath in, you let a shaky exhale before knocking on his front door.

“Coming!” You heard him shout from inside, his footsteps becoming echoing loudly as he raced down the stairs before hurriedly opening the door.

“Oh, hey y/n! I didn’t know you were coming by today, my folks just left so we have the house to ourselves if you wanna keep watching X-Men First Class.”

As he smiled back at you sort of breathless from running down the stairs, you tried to savor this moment, in case it was the last one you had of him from before things could change.

"Actually I was wondering if we could talk.”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question as he was caught off guard.

“Uh y-yeah sure c’mon in.” He stuttered, nerves beginning to settle within him from your serious manner.

As you make your way inside the house you make your way up to his room with Ethan right behind you. As he shuts the door to his bedroom he takes note of the way you pace back and forth across his room.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You come to a halt in front of him and stare at him for a couple of seconds. He flashed a nervous smile and it dawned on you how off-putting this must be for him to see you so worked and not knowing why. You flash him a just as equally nervous smile before stepping over to his bed and sitting to where you were facing him.

“Ethan, we've been friends for a while now and recently we've been spending even more time with each other than usual. While I enjoy our time together, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you-”

“Okay if this is about all the superhero movies we watch, we can watch something else. I'm totally fine with that." He blurts out cutting me off mid sentence.

"And we don’t have to keep building lego sets either if that’s what this is about.” He looked up at you with the most gleaming apologetic eyes ever which only made the nerves within your stomach intensify.

“No Ethan look-”

“We can do other things too. We can do cool things. We can take a road trip together out of town or go out clubbing more. Whatever it is y/n, I don't care I just wanna spend more time with you.”

“Ethan, I don’t care what it is that we do together!” I blurt out rather loudly taken both of us aback at how loud the statement came.

“Wait you don't?” Ethan's face scrunched in confusion.

“No Ethan! I don't give a shit what we do as long as we’re together because I don’t ever wanna stop seeing you because I like you!” The confession slips out of your mouth in one hurried breath and you catch your breath as you cautiously await Ethan's reaction.

Shock plagues Ethan before confusion settles deep within him. Surely you didn't just confess that you liked him? There must be some sort of mistake.

“Wait, you like me? Like, like me?”

“Yes you dumbass. I like like you." You rolled your eyes and smiled at how high-school the whole thing sounded.

“Ethan, you found me when I was going through my darkest times. You helped me find peace with being a vampire and getting over the pain that Jesse and every other guy in my life has caused me, and for that I will be eternally grateful for."

"Besides that you've been an amazing friend to me and I've always cherished our relationship but I can't help the way I've felt within these past few weeks. I know that there's a lot to think about, my immortality, me being so far away for college, long-distance, and I understand if these are issues but there things that we can work through." Looking up at him, you can practically see the gears turning within his head and you start to second guess if you made the right choice in confessing after all.

"I know it's a lot to take in and I understand if you need time and space to process everything that's not an issu-"

“I like you too.”

You bite your tongue as he interrupts you again, this time you being caught off guard by a sudden confession.

“You do?” Voice shaky as you look into his eyes with worry and reservation still boiling within you.

“Y-yea I’ve liked you since like forever…” He admits as he scratches the back of his neck, nervous habit.

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since the day Sarah introduced us but I was too…y’know…me to ever do anything about it." You laugh at how ridiculous he sounded.

"I'm serious! I mean there was no way in a million years a guy like me could ever get with someone like you. You’re way out of my league.” His voice lowers at the end in embarrassment.

“I still am but that doesn’t mean anything.” You joke feeling relieved when you see the corners of his mouth tug into a smile. He looks up at you before the two of you share a laugh together, and you felt the tension from between the two of you melt away. As you catch your breath you remain focused on him and deliberate on how to move on from here, still wanting answers.

“So what now Morgan?”

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

“Hmm I don’t know actually I’ll have to think about it- yes of course Ethan!” You shout as you lunged forward to hug him bringing the two of you onto the mattress with him pinned underneath you. Breaking into another fit of laughter, you pulled away to rest your forearms on either side of Ethan as he laid underneath you.

“Hey Ethan?” You mused sweetly at him.

“Yes y/n?”

“Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is, if it’s to be your personal blood bank you’ve got to give me some time.” He teased with a smirk.

“No you idiot.” You shake your head with a smile. As you took in the sight of him beneath you, your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes and you smiled even wider as you caught him doing the same act. The air around you seemed to thicken as the beat of his racing heart echoed louder and louder within your ears. You can hear the way his blood rushed to his cheeks and despite the vulnerable position he was in, it wasn't his blood that you were craving.

“Kiss me.” You whisper looking pleadingly into his eyes as your breath fans over his face that was only inches apart.

Ethan slowly reached his hand forward to gently cup your cheek and you only leaned further into his touch. As he looked at your lips he looked up at you as if silently asking for reassurance that you wanted this. With a nod of your head, you heard his heart beat louder beneath you, beating so hard that you thought it would practically jump out of his chest- Ethan wouldn't be surprised if it did. He then closes the distance between you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss. You'd be lying if you said you never thought about what it would be like to kiss Ethan, the truth is he was a lot better than you had imagined. Your lips continued to move in sync as your hands crawled through his hair tugging slightly, earning a soft whine from him. Smiling into the kiss you made note of the sensitive spot for later.

Pulling away breathlessly, you laid your foreheads against him as you both caught your breaths.

“I could kiss you forever.”

“Well you’ve got a lot of catching up to do then.” You say before capturing his lips again into another kiss.

As Ethan snaked an arm around your waist, you melted within his touch. You felt safe within his embrace and you knew that you were home with him.

#mbav #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #sarah fox

76 notes · View notes

moonlitmeeks · 1 year

Note

bbf remus x sirius sister reader! how ab where they sneak off to a date at hogsmeade? <3

-🫶 i luv ur writing sm!!

bbf!remus will always and forever have my heart— this idea is SO cute n i hope you like it my love!!!! and thank u so much pls,, you're too sweet??:(( this was longer than intended, but i got carried away!!!

you were deeply focused on your transfiguration homework when the sheet of paper fashioned into a crane narrowly avoided hitting the side of your head. snapping your head up, your eyes met remus' from across the library, a small smirk playing on his lips before he turned back to the other marauders.

you huffed a laugh, slowly unfolding the — undeniably well made — paper bird to reveal a note written in your boyfriend's familiar scrawl.

meet me outside the room of requirement tomorrow at 3. don't let sirius see you;)

though you rolled your eyes at the theatrical nature of his preposition, you couldn't fight the smile that made its way onto your face, your heart beating a little faster at the thought of what tomorrow would bring.

always a reassurance was the fact that your brother was totally oblivious to the relationship between you and remus. over the span of your relationship, sirius had never suspected a thing. he was simply happy at the fact his best friend and his sister seemed to get along, not dwelling on the occasions he caught you two speaking at a party, or smiling at each other across the room.

never had the night felt so long, but finally, three o' clock the next day came around. you bounced on your heels awaiting remus' arrival, looking over your shoulder every now and again in search of your brother.

a pair of hands covered your eyes, accompanied by a low tone mumbling "guess who?"

you jumped, before spinning on your heel to be greeted by remus' beaming face. his cheeks were slightly flushed, providing a pink sky for his freckles to form constellations on.

"y'gonna stare at me all afternoon, or can i take you out on this date?" he chuckled. "i've planned this quite well, so choose wisely."

to cover your embarrassment, you scoffed and started walking, grinning as remus jogged slightly to catch up with you.

"manage to get away alright?" you questioned, nervously taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

a swift nod from remus calmed your nerves instantly, and you allowed yourself to lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

no matter how many questions you asked, remus refused to tell you where the two of you were going until you got there. it was only when you arrived that you realised you were at hogsmeade.

the trees adorned with flickering candles paired with the cute thatched cottages and shops made for a perfectly romantic scene, and remus drank in the way your eyes lit up.

"i was thinking," he began, wetting his lips a little, "we could go round honeydukes and scrivenshaft's and stuff, then head to madam puddifoot's for something to eat. only if you want, obviously."

your cheeks were near aching thanks to the intensity of your smile.

"that sounds perfect, rem."

remus had treated you to cauldron cakes and fizzing whizzbees with no complaint, and happily followed you around scrivenshaft's, even desperately trying to convince you to buy a pot of rainbow ink to write your upcoming herbology essay in.

when you arrived at madam puddifoot's, remus led you to a quiet table hidden in the corner of the room, far from the other couples occupying the shop. the windows were slightly steamed up, a result of the warmth that enveloped you the moment you set foot through the door.

over cups of tea, you and remus could be as affectionate as you wanted without looking over your shoulders every two seconds in fear of being caught. finally, you could be like any normal couple, holding hands and sharing chaste kisses with sugary lips.

the glow of the setting sun served as a cruel reminder that you should be heading back to the castle. though you stood up with a pout, remus pressed a soft kiss to your lips before smiling softly.

"there'll be other times. promise."

remus managed to sneak you both back into the castle undetected, easily answering sirius' questions about where you'd gotten to.

"i was reading in the library and lost track of time." the words slipped through his lips with ease, his composure unwavering. "found y/n here on my way back. she must've been hiding from you, pads."

sirius laughed at this, ruffling your hair playfully without questioning either of you. as he and remus were swept up in conversation regarding a new prank peter had brainstormed, you could let your mind wander back to the afternoon you and remus had shared.

it was a day you'd hold dear to your heart forever.

#🦢 ; bee’s drabbles!#; 🫶 anon!#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #bbf!remus #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders era #marauders drabble #marauders blurb

385 notes · View notes

harrysmmm · 10 months

Text

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, who would've told me?? I'm so into this fic I can't stop writing it, it's crazy. Anyways, I wanted to thank you for the reception of Chapter 1, you guys overwhelmed me :). Hope you like this part, again, don't hesitate to ask me to put you on the taglist, I'll gladly do it. Love u all <3

W/C: 3.6K

Taglist: @jay-isgay

masterlist here

The ravishing thunderstorms had turned into ballets of autumn leaves dancing around the dorms’ windows. Y/N was laying down in her bed; six forty-four on the clock even though her alarm had to go off at seven. It was not the first night she had woken up before time, her worries creeping in like a plague of lice. She had become fearful of the night because she knew she couldn’t avoid the pressure. Her entire life she had spent it looking for a big breakthrough that would quiet down her thoughts of not feeling enough; enough because she didn’t get to go to school like the other kids; enough because none of her parents stayed; enough because she couldn’t name a single person that had taught her love. Now, having a purpose to fulfill, an opportunity to be part of somewhere she belonged, she wished things were different for her.

“Already awake?” She heard the voice of Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson was one of the girls she shared a dorm with. She was someone she could talk to from time to time, although the conversation would not get deeper than academic and roommate matters. She met her through Draco, who she’d mostly spend time with during breaks.

“Yeah, the wind woke me up. Pretty harsh out there.”

“Yeah…” Pansy headed towards the bathroom with her uniform in hand.

“You showering this early?” Y/N inquired. The others were still sleeping.

“I wanna try this new spell on my hair. I feel like straight hair doesn’t do me good,”

“Aight.”

Y/N also got up from bed, checking her schedule and noticing that she had Potions the first hour.

Potions was a tough course. Y/N had found herself studying the textbook in the afternoons, trying to be lectures ahead to get better in the potion-making. But it seemed like every student in class was doomed, including Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor student that Y/N came to realize from the first week that she was a brilliant witch. Surprisingly enough, the student that always passed with flying colors was none other than Harry Potter - surprisingly enough because he didn’t exceed in any other course. Professor Slughorn was a very enthusiastic man that supported everyone that wanted to take his class – although not everyone would get the same treatment, the man being quite elitist and prone to favoritism. Harry was, without the slightest doubt, his dearest pet.

“I was beginning to worry Miss. Diggory. Got lost in the scrambled eggs?” Professor Slughorn asked, turning round towards her.

She spent a little too much time reading about the potion they had to brew that day that she lost track of time. She knew she wasn’t a favored student in Slughorn’s eyes to get away with the delay.

“Sorry,” she whispered, heading towards Draco, Pansy and other friends of Draco.

“As I was saying, The Draught of the Living Death is a dangerous potion that must be executed with maximum caution. We don’t want to end up like Sleeping Beauty, do we?”

Hermione and Harry giggled. The others didn’t understand the reference.

“Muggle-tale, very silly of me…” the Professor laughed at his own gaffe. “Well, because this potion is quite complex to execute you will partner up with someone.”

Y/N instantly looked at Draco who was also looking at her.

“Harry… well dear Harry, I don’t think you’d need a partner to brew this but for academic purposes you will do it with... Miss. Diggory.” He glanced over at her. “He might also teach you punctuality Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N couldn’t resist raising her eyebrows and sighing. Harry swiftly glanced at her.

“You got the stinkiest of all” Draco whispered to her. He was leaning over the wall – a mischievous look on his face.

“At least he’s good,” she replied. She had shared some laughs about Potter with Draco and his friends, but she never really initiated them herself.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at her comment.

“Do you think the wall is going to miss you if you stop leaning over it, Mr. Malfoy?” Slughorn snapped. Draco heavily breathed and fixed his posture, waving his arms in a way of showing the professor that he was not dragging his back all over the wall anymore, “Good. You’ll go with Miss. Granger.”

“For fuck’ sake,” he whispered.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile and headed towards Harry who had already chosen a brewing table.

“Everyone, turn to page forty-seven of your textbook and start brewing. Off you go!”

Y/N flipped the pages to the one of the mentioned potion. She started reading.

Instructions:

Cut up one Sopophorus bean.

Pour in 250 fl.oz. of water and add…

She noticed that Harry was already grabbing some of the beans.

“You want to start cutting them while I pour the water?” she asked him.

“Sure.”

She grabbed the cauldron and headed to the sink of the classroom. A line of people was starting to form, Draco being before her.

“They also sent you off?” Draco asked her, having been kicked out by Hermione.

“I volunteered.”

“Right.” It was his turn to fill up the cauldron with water. She looked at him while he did it.

“Try not to start fighting dementors after spending time with Potter,” he playfully said while passing next to her after he’d completed the task.

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

He grinned at her.

She returned to her seat and placed the cauldron at the center of the table. She noticed that Harry was crushing the beans with the blade instead of cutting them.

“Doesn’t it say you have to cut them?”

“Yeah, mine says you should crush them,” he replied, not really looking at her.

“How so?”

“I don’t know.”

She kept on reading the instructions.

“You almost took my eye out, Granger!”

“I’m sorry, the beans are really slippery!”

Y/N looked over at Draco’ and Hermione’s table and left out a chuckle.

Harry grinned at her, also observing the scene.

“They would be better off if they had your textbook.”

“Yeah,” he replied, this time looking at her.

“Should we add the Infusion of Wormwood or does your textbook differ on that too?” she playfully asked him.

“No, go ahead,” he replied, more relaxed than at the beginning.

She added the ingredient and the potion started boiling, turning purple – which was exactly what it had to do according to the book.

“What now?” she asked.

“We have to stir seven times anti-clockwise, although we have to add a clockwise stir after every seven anti-clockwise – at least that’s what my book says.”

“You lost me at clockwise.”

Harry left out a loud laugh that didn’t go unnoticed among students.

“Harry, how do you do it?” Hermione asked him, stirring the potion while her hair was all tousled.

“I follow the book, that’s all.”

“Lend us your book,” said Draco.

Harry ignored him.

“I’m with Draco on this one,” added Hermione.

Harry kept ignoring them. Y/N did the same.

“Everyone seems jealous of you, where did you get that book?”

“The cupboard,” Harry replied while adding Powder Root of Asphodel to the mix.

“You think it belonged to a former student?”

Harry didn’t react at first, as if he was mentally debating to say something. He ended up saying it.

“It belonged to the Half-Blood Prince,” he replied, showing her the signature of the owner of the book written on the first page.

“Who is he?” she asked.

Harry shook his head showing her that he didn’t know.

They then proceeded to add the Sloth Brain, the potion looking accurate.

“You’re a relative of Cedric?” he asked.

Y/N was surprised he wanted to know something about her.

“He was my first cousin.”

Harry looked at her with a serious face. “Right.”

“You were friends with him?”

“Yeah, not the closest, but yeah,” he replied. Y/N could sense it was a sensitive topic.

Harry stirred two times clockwise and dropped the mixer.

“That’s about it,” he said, imploring of having finished the potion.

She raised her hand to call Professor Slughorn who was fairly surprised the two of them had already managed to finish brewing the potion.

“Well, well, well, let’s see what we’ve got here,” Professor Slughorn said, approaching the cauldron. Everyone was expectant of the result. He dropped a red leaf into it, and it immediately dissolved into the liquid. “Merlin’s beard, it’s perfect!”

Harry and Y/N smiled at each other.

“So perfect I dare say one drop would kill us all!”

Y/N looked at Draco and raised her eyebrows. The boy was standing up with his arms crossed - his platinum hair uncombed. He shook his head at her.

“Ten points to Gryffindor and ten points to Slytherin. Although I don’t know if Miss. Diggory was much of a help…”

“She was, Professor,” interrupted Harry.

“Well in that case, I’m eager to see your improvements, Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N softly smiled, giving a look to Harry who was also looking at her.

ྀ࿔

“She was, Professor,” Draco blurted out, mocking Harry’s words a few days later.

“For Merlin’ sake Draco, drop it,” Y/N snapped.

Blaise, Pansy, Draco and Y/N were headed to the Quidditch pitch. It was the first match of the season and students were eager to see the new signings play. It was also a very awaited match for the entire school because the rivals Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing.

The four of them were rooting for the green house.

“I’m just saying, it almost looked as if you two were actually having fun,” Draco continued.

“Whatever Draco, whatever,” she replied, tired of the blonde’s insinuations.

They arrived at the pitch and got front line seats - Draco nudging students to get ahead. In a matter of minutes, the two teams flew to the center of the pitch, the commentator introducing each of the players.

“The Slytherin team also recruited a new seeker – goodbye Malfoy, hello Harper!” Everyone started cheering the new signing.

Y/N looked over at Draco who seemed bothered by the comment. He had been the seeker for Slytherin since second year, but he had to quit the team due to the Dark Lord’s commended mission – although, he had told the other players it was due to an injury.

The game started. Gryffindor held the quaffle first, passing it among chasers – a Slytherin chaser checked one of the passes and got the ball. A Hawckshead attacking formation was created by some Gryffindors to intercept a green chaser from getting near the hooped goal posts. The latter still threw the ball towards the right post and, to everyone’s surprise, Ron Weasley, new keeper of the Gryffindor team, stopped it from scoring. The spectators vigorously clapped.

“Very good that Weasley guy, innit?” a Hufflepuff girl said out loud.

“I guess, yeah…”

The girl started yelling. “Woo-hoo! Slytherin! Slytherin! Come on, guys!”

“I thought you were rooting for Gryffindor,” Y/N asked her.

The quaffle was in Gryffindor’s possession now - Ginny Weasley achieving to do the Chelmondiston Charge and scoring in the middle goalpost.

“Oh, bloody hell!” the girl lamented. “I’ve always rooted for Slytherin before Gryffindor, I know some Slytherin people that I get on with – Gryffindors can be a pain in the ass when it comes to bragging about their team.”

The girl turned her head to Y/N’s direction. She was a little shorter, golden straight hair framing her face. Her hazelnut eyes were bigger than usual, giving her an innocent outlook.

“Is it true that you’re related to Cedric?” she asked.

“Yeah, we were cousins,” Y/N replied.

“He was friends with my sister – a truly nice guy,” she added.

Y/N gave her half a smile and focused on the game.

Both Harry and Harper, the seekers of the game, were unaware of the whereabouts of the golden snitch. Gryffindor was beating Slytherin by thirty points – that meant if Harper found the snitch they would end in a tie.

“You’re a six year, aren’t you?” The Hufflepuff girl asked Y/N.

“Yeah, you too?”

“No, I’m in year five.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mary. Mary Rookwood,” she replied. “Although I have nothing to do with Augustus Rookwood, just to be clear.”

“Who’s that?”

“A death-eater of You Know Who. He recently escaped Azkaban, you didn’t hear the news?”

“I must’ve heard it somewhere,” she replied. It felt strange to hear someone name her father outside of his own circle.

It seemed that Harry and Harper had already located the golden snitch. The both of them threw themselves to it, the green one occasionally cobbing Harry to slow him down.

The crowd kept chanting “Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!”. Apparently, the red-haired boy was killing the game, intercepting every attempt of scoring.

A few seconds later, the match ended, Harry having caught the snitch.

“And Gryffindor gains the victory!” the commentator exclaimed, being followed by loud cheers.

“How pathetic, Harper,” Draco snapped.

“I bet we would’ve won if you were still the Slytherin keeper, Draco,” Pansy said.

“You bet on that,” he added.

“You’re the only one that can face Potter in the pitch,” Mary commented, entering the conversation.

Draco stared at her skeptical but replied: “Not only in the pitch.”

Everyone started to stand up from their seats and headed towards the exit stairs – most of them disappointed with the results, looking forward to commenting on the match during supper.

ྀ࿔

Students ought to be in their common rooms at that time of night. Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Y/N were sitting on the couches of the Slytherin common room, talking out of their asses.

“You guys, I’m calling this a night,” Pansy said, standing up from the couch.

“Same here, I’ve got DADA tomorrow at nine,” Blaise added, joining Pansy.

“Y/N, you staying?” Pansy asked.

“Yeah, I’m not that tired just yet.”

“Aight, see ya.”

Both students went upstairs.

Draco waited until everyone got into their dorms and glanced at Y/N.

“You wanna do something fun?” he asked.

“I’m not playing Wizard’s chess if that’s what you’re implying,” replied Y/N.

“How about we sneak out?” The boy seemed more excited than usual.

Y/N sighed. “Draco, no.”

“Why not? Besides, I was a prefect – I’m sure they will let us go if they see us,”

“Where do you wanna go anyway?”

“There’s somewhere I wanna show you.”

Y/N kept staring at him, debating the pros and cons of the blonde’s idea. She knew that if she said no, they’d probably go to sleep – something she was not eager to do, fully aware that her anxiety would creep in again.

“Okay,” she ended up saying.

“Let’s go then.”

They both stood up and exited the common room. The school hallways were only lit by the full moon’s glare and the Lumos charm of Draco’s wand.

“Thank God, Lupin is not teaching here anymore. It would’ve been an interesting night,” Draco whispered.

“Why?” she asked.

“He was our DADA professor in third year – he was also a werewolf,” he added.

“Good Lord, they let him teach regardless?”

“Yeah, he was Dumbledore’s little servant. Also really close with Potter. He got away with everything until parents started to complain - my father started the fuel.”

“How rare coming from your father,” she snickered.

He giggled. Some footsteps went noticed from one of the hallways.

“Come on, over here.” Draco dragged Y/N to the boy’s bathroom that was a few steps away from them. They got in one of the cubicles and locked the door.

“You said it was okay if they caught us,” whispered Y/N, her face almost touching Draco’s due to the lack of room.

“I lied – we’re totally facing detention if they do,” Draco replied.

“For Merlin’ sa-” Draco placed his finger on her mouth to tell her to shut it.

“Who’s there?” Argus Filch, caretaker of the school, got in the bathroom. “I heard you whisper, come out now!”

No sound or move was made. Draco was biting his lips.

“Aigh fair enough, Mrs. Norris, go take a look,” Filch said.

Draco mouthed without speaking: “We’re totally screwed”. The cat started meowing in front of their cubicle, sensing both students.

“Good job, Mrs. Norris.” Filch caressed the cat. “Get outta there, you nasty little rats! I know you’re hiding in there!”

Y/N had an idea.

“Aguamenti,” she whispered. Water started flooding from the toilet and got to Mrs. Norris legs, who started vividly meowing at the contact. She flew away from the scene.

“Mrs. Norris, dear cat, wait!” Filch ran after her, leaving the bathroom unguarded.

“Come on.” Y/N opened the door and both students ran away.

“That was brilliant, Riddle!” Draco snapped.

“Don’t call me that, people could hear.”

“Yeah sorry, ‘m just used to it.”

“We should go back to our dorms before he’s back,” she pointed.

“Now? When we’ve already arrived at the place? Hell, no,” he replied.

She sighed but followed him upstairs.

The room was at the top of a tower. Students would study the stars and planets through their telescopes in Astronomy lessons – the starry view could enchant anyone standing there.

“Good golly,” said Y/N, clearly taken by the view. “This is where you’ve been spending time during your absences at dinner?”

“Mostly, yeah,” replied Draco, sitting down on a step, “I mostly think things through, you know, about everything that is going on.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was talking about. She sat down next to him.

“I barely get any sleep,” he added. “My mind constantly thinking tactics of how to… you know… kill him.”

“Yeah… that is a heavy weight I don’t think you should have to bear so young.”

“There’s no difference between teenagers and adults in our world, Y/N. You go from being a total useless kid to a highly competent murderer – that’s how it works.”

“I know how it works Draco, you’re not the only one that has their life at stake,” she replied, starting to feel the anxiety in her voice.

“Have you started looking for them? The relics, I mean.”

“I’ve been spending time at the library, but no luck so far. I’ve been thinking of switching to groundwork, and ask students first-hand,” she said.

“You should be careful with that, people-”

“I know Draco, no one will suspect,” she interrupted him.

“Fair enough,” he replied, stargazing. “I’ve come up with an idea as well.” He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it. “I bumped into this spell when I was doing some research. It’s a spell that can bewitch an object and kill the person that touches it in a matter of minutes. I thought of putting the spell on a necklace and manage to give it to someone that would hand it to Dumbledore.”

“It makes sense. Just be careful the person-”

“The person doesn’t touch it themselves? Yeah, already though about that – you just give it to them in a secluded box.”

“Sounds twisted, but that’s what you’re striving for,” she concluded.

He nodded. They both kept gazing at the sky.

“Do you remember when we used to do this at home?” he asked her.

“Yeah, always begging Druella to stay the night at the Manor,” she added.

Both their minds drifted away to seven years ago.

“I found these in my parents’ bedroom.” The ten-year-old boy pulled out two rings from his pocket. “I think there is a spell put on them or something.”

The two rings had a snake engraved in them that would tangle with one another when the rings were touching each other.

“Which one do you prefer?” the boy asked.

“Mmm… this one.” She took the one on the right.

“Here you go.” He gave it to her. “I will take the other one then.”

Both of them put on the rings.

“I will wear it next year at Hogwarts, so everyone will ask me about it, and I’ll could talk about you,” he said.

“I wish I could go to Hogwarts with you, Druella says I wouldn’t be welcomed there,” she adds, with a pouting face.

“That is bullshit, they wouldn’t even know who you are,” he snapped.

“You will write me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, every week!”

“Good because I want to know everything!”

“Also, my father told me that Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I will give him the Malfoy handshake, we will be best buddies,” he said really excited.

“But we are best buddies,” she replied.

“But you are a girl, it’s different.”

“True.”

“Y/N, get inside, we’re leaving!” A voice interrupted the kids’ moment. Druella was calling Y/N to go home.

“You talk to your mother, I try to convince Druella to stay?” she asked.

“You got it,” he replied.

Both of them headed indoors, without realizing that two snakes were tangling with one another.

Seven years later, Draco and Y/N were stargazing in the Astronomy Tower, not really caring that once again, both snakes were tangling with one another in a beautiful, compassed dance.

ྀ࿔

She opened her eyes and realized she was standing in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. She noticed that red drops were clashing against the marbled floor coming from her arms. Engraved in blood it was written: “Find them or perish, only the heir knows where”. She heard her father talk to her while the room was flooding in her arm’s blood. He constantly repeated the words “Slughorn knows well, Slughorn knows well”. She was drowning in her own blood…

She woke up exalted, understanding that everything had been a dream. And although she knew better than that, understanding that her father had been communicating with her to tell her to do something, she left the interpretation for the next day, drifting once again to sleep.

part three

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x y/n riddle #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts fanfic #hogwarts au #slytherin

100 notes · View notes