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*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

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my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jung wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #ateez scenarios

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shockinglyangel · 1 month

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UNDER THE TABLE - DRACO MALFOY x fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Exhibitionism, Male!receiving, Mentions of nudity, Sexual touching

NOT PROOFREAD

Early 2000s time line, Hogwarts Uni.

You and Draco were busy enjoying a meal in London with the rest of the Slytherin friend group, the lot of you had decided to head to London for the summer holidays, staying in the grandest hotel 'The Ritz' and fine dining each night.

You twiddled the spaghetti on your fork blowing on it a couple of times before placing it in your mouth and savouring the taste.

"And then she asked for my number," Mattheo told the table, everyone paying attention to him while enjoying their own meals. "I didn't know what to say, I think we need to purchase phones, boys."

Theo nodded, taking a placing a piece of steak in his mouth and chewing on it. "I agree, how am I supposed to fall in love when they have no way of contacting me at Hogwarts."

Lorenzo placed his hand over his mouth as he ate, biting down on the lobster he had decided to order, classy food for a classy man. "I don't have that issue," he chimed in, swallowing. "I already bought myself one of those flip phones on my first day here."

You spun another load of spaghetti on your fork and looked over to your boyfriend who was just dying to say something.

Draco finally spoke up, a look of eagerness to compete with the boys painted his face. "Many girls asked for my number recently." He boasted.

Theo rolled his eyes and shared a look with Blaise who was too busy devouring the good on his plate. "You have a girlfriend, you should not be happy about that."

Malfoy's face began to heat up, red scattered his expression - you weren't quite sure if it was from anger or embarrassment, but you knew well that he was taken aback by something Theo said. "So what? Girls fawn over me whether I'm single or taken, no much of a big deal.

Your eyes went wide and your eyebrows rose from their previous relaxed position as you looked down into the food on your plate, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone else.

Draco turned his head to look at you, guilt wracked his face as he saw the sad and possibly humiliated expression on yours, he didn't mean for it to sound like that, you were the only one he had eyes for; the boy just couldn't help and challenge his friends.

He leaned his head down so his lips hit your ear, needing to give you reassurance for his mistake. "I didn't mean it in that way, it came out wrong."

You didn't do much, just nodded and swallowed the last forkful of spaghetti before placing your fork on the late and bringing a napkin to your lips to wipe off any remaining sauce.

A bright idea popped into your mind, a smirk crawling on your lips and you stood up from the table, you were sat at a booth so you, Draco and Blaise were all sat alongside the couch, you trapped in the middle of them. Meanwhile Lorenzo, Theo and Mattheo sat opposite you guys in the chairs, Pansy hadn't made it to the dinner that night as she was on a date with some muggle London boy she met a few days prior.

"I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom." You motioned lifted up the table sheet and crawled under it. Everyone simply just nodded, giving you a single look as you climbed under, you'd already done it before when eating here a few nights ago so they didn't real think much of it, giving you a glance before promptly looking away.

Now if they had paid attention you they would've seen that you didn't come out from under the table and head to the bathroom, but instead moved over so you were kneeling between Draco's legs, him immediately looking down and lifting up the sheet to find you with a smirk on his face.

His eyes went wide and he shook his head, trying to get you out from under there. You gave him an innocent smile, nodding your own head and placing your hands on his knees, rubbing them through his black suit trousers.

If he really wanted to, he could stop you.

He sighed, knowing there was no way of getting you out from under there, he truly wasn't complaining, his favourite sight was you on your knees for him and face covered in his cum, but at times like these when his friends were present and anyone could catch you at the slightest noise either of you made, it was safe to say he was terrified.

Draco gulped when feeling your hands move towards his belt, your fingers fondling with the buckle in hopes to quietly unfasten it without anyone taking notice to the loud jingling from under the table.

You knew you had to be careful with how you positioned yourself, leaning slightly so your ass was just above where Theo's shoes were, assuring you didn't accidentally sit on them and spook him, you had one shot to make this work.

Quietly huffing to yourself you continued to try and undo the belt, your nails tapping along the metal clasp, it was too loud.

You saw an opportunity to quickly and possibly loudly unfasten it when the group erupted into spells of laughter, the sound too explosive for anyone to hear the belt you were trying to pull off.

Draco wasn't too sure of what was going on at the table, his mind fully occupied with what you were planning on doing with him, but he joined the boys, laughing painfully awkwardly before letting out a pleasured sigh when your hand touched his bulge over his boxers.

"You alright mate?" Lorenzo looked over to his friend who was shifting in his seat, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before answering.

Draco nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as your hands came in contact with his dick, taking it from his boxers and massaging it couple of times. "Just hit my leg on the table that's all." He hummed.

Theo put his drink down, swallowing what was in his mouth. "Oh that was you? I thought I felt something."

You pursed your lips shut, laughter threatening to spill and you lifted your ass up higher, moving closer in between Draco's legs in hopes of not accidentally touching Theo again.

Ignoring the conversation and what the rest of the group went back to speaking about, you brought your lips to the tip of his dick, spitting on it and pushing the saliva down with your hand, getting him ready for your throat.

Draco coughed to hold back a moan and slouched further into the couch, pushing his legs closer to you do you had a better angle.

You silently thanked him, kissing his tip for gratitude before putting your mouth around it and blowing lightly, you then took his down your throat slightly quicker than you planned, not wanting to stay under there for to long to cause any suspicion to your absence.

Draco swallowed his moans when you started bobbing your head up and down, taking in all of him before popping him out of your mouth and stroking him with your hands.

He bit his lip, gripping the edge of the couch with both his hands as your pace sped up, knowing he wasn't going to last long with you under the table, mouth full with him.

Accidentally he let a moan slip, covering it up with a cough and taking a sip from his drink.

You and Draco had never done anything like this before, sure he'd teased you in public and you the same to him, but neither of you imagined to have the nerve to actually act upon those gentle caresses of each other's skin.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't get jealous when Draco would make tasteless jokes about other women and how desirable he was, you knew his fangirls to be real and you were aware of the rude glares they have you during classes or anytime you were with your boyfriend.

But to actually hear him say that he was proud of the attention made your blood boil, you wanted to be the only one he would ever want or need, and although he knew that to be true, you weren't all to sure if he did.

You placed your mouth back around him, his hand coming down to your head and pushing you down, you tried not to gag as he twitched in your mouth, his hand scrunching up your hair, you'd hoped he hasn't ruined the perfect curls you'd managed to perfect a few hours ago or the makeup that you spent a while on, but if he did, it was totally worth it.

"Y/n's been gone a bit long hasn't she?" Blaise asked, his ringclad fingers holding his glass.

Lorenzo nodded, "women always take long in the bathroom, the last girl I went on a date with never actually came out."

Theo and Mattheo both burst into laughter. "You got stood up?" The Nott boy taunted.

Berkshire shook his head. "No, she was probably sick or something."

"Nah mate, she stood you up and left," Mattheo added, his legs stomping on the ground which threw your focus away from Draco. "Did you have to pay?"

Lorenzo took a moment before speaking. "Well yeah, but-"

The three boys began laughing again, Draco attempting to join in but his head was too fuzzy as he continued to move your head to his own pace.

"You may be a nice guy Enzo," Blaise spoke. "But you're not stupid."

Definitely not stupid, but totally in denial.

You forced your eyes shut as you felt Draco's thighs tense, him bucking up into your face and filling your mouth with his cum.

Pulling yourself back, he let go of your head, breathing out and watching you from above the table as you swallowed his load.

You gave him a closed mouth smile and he looked around the table before nodding, noticing the other three boys mocking Lorenzo for his terrible date.

Placing your arms on the couch, you pulled yourself up and came back to sit at the table, fixing your hair as you did so and wiping away any fallen mascara from your eyes.

You sat back comfortably in your seat, turning to Draco who quickly brought his hand to your face, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth before making sure no one was watching as he placed it in your mouth, making sure you got every drop of him.

"No London girl could satisfy you better than me." You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder, watching his hands go down to his trousers and do the back up.

He chuckled to himself and placed a kiss on your head. "Never doubted it."

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imdoingmybest0 · 10 months

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Sweetie; part 2 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :) (Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling) Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

Dyna had found me leaned against my locker with my head in my hands and had lent me a sympathetic ear. I don't give her all the details of my encounter with Bob but once she found out about my scheduled date she smacked me hard on the arm.

“You’re going though right?”, she asks eagerly.

“I mean… yea, It would be kinda rude to stand him up.” I say sheepishly

“Girl who gives a shit about being rude,” she throws her hands in the air exasperated. “You clearly like something about him, you're red as a lobster.” Dyna smirks at me and picks up her drink to take a sip.

“Well,” I say, bringing my hands to my face, “He is pretty cute and the way he asked was really sweet.”

Dyan rolls her eyes and pops open her locker, “Well you'll have to let me know how it goes, and hey, if you wanna use my curler I’ll give you extra 15 on your break.”

I pick up my coffee and smile before bringing it to my lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The clock is ticking closer and closer to four and my anxiety is spiking with each passing minute. My date with Bob is crawling closer and closer and closer, and his words keep reverberating in my head.

‘I let very few people call me Bobby.’

What was that supposed to mean? Only people he liked? Only people he was interested in? What if it's only people he wanted to take home at the end of the night?

Before my mind can wander too much further my ‘Lock up :)’ alarm dings on my phone, which meant I had five minutes till four. Dyan was having me lock up before I left for the night. I make my way to the break room and take one last look at myself, freshly curled hair, lip-gloss Dyna practically put on me, and the same clothes I’d been in all day, minus the tacky vest.

The same clothes that Bob had liked.

I turn from the mirror quickly and grab my tote, checking that the door to outside was locked and arming the security system. I made my way through the empty hangar and flipped the row of light switches all off before stepping into the lobby and locking the glass doors behind me. As I walk I’m able to see more of my surroundings through the front doors.

There stood Bob in profile, looking down the street. He’s dressed similar to the morning but now instead of a pair of stylish sneakers he wore heavy brown boots. His jacket was zipped to his sternum and he had one hand in his pocket. The hand I could see drummed a beat out on his thigh. I feel my lips turn up at the sight of him and butterflies erupt in my stomach, his words drifting back to me. I push the door open and he turns at the noise and his face splits into a grin upon seeing me. He starts walking towards me and I wave.

“Hello again Sweets,” his smile is practically glowing.

“Hi, let me just lock up and thenI thought maybe we could take a walk on the beach.” I say, sliding my key into the lock and turning it to click.

Bob chuckles, “A long walk on the beach huh? What cheesy movie did you get that from.”

I feel my face heat up, why was I just realizing how cheesy that sounded. I quickly cover for myself, “Or ya know we could walk around downtown, or get dinner, or-” I feel myself begin to ramble and turn towards Bob but i'm surprised to find him not even a foot from me. You’d think he's a stealth pilot from how quietly he moved.

He smiled down at me, lips sweet but eyes wicked, “ Actually, I do like long walks on the beach, but I thought we could take a ride first.”

His words are like honey and my heart stutters. I blink at him owl eyed, processing what he had said to me but unable to conjure a response. “Uh,” responded intelligently.

He gently slides a hand into mine, “Common Sweets, nothing’ to be scared of.” I follow him in a bit of a daze, across the road to the parking lot, after Bob stops and looks both ways. ‘What a dork’, I think to myself and smile, I’ve always had a soft spot for dorks.

I’m so distracted by my own thoughts I almost don't realize Bob has stopped, I stumble for a split-second and catch myself. We have stopped at a motorcycle of all things. The words ‘Kawazaki’ and ‘z440’ are written on the side. The intimidating machine is black with silver accents and hardware. The seat dips in the middle and then forms a sloping shelf, meaning it's a two seater. I look up at Bob and he's already smiling.

“We don’t have to,” he says smile falling a little after seeing the shock on my face, “I know a lot of people are scared of them, and for good reason. We can just walk to the beach if you’d like.”

There is a pause where we stand and look at eachother, his face contorted into a forced smile and ming still surprised, before I burst out laughing.

“Bobby! You’ve gotta be kidding! This is amazing, of course we have to go for a ride!” I squeeze his hand tightly, he’s still holding onto me.

His face lights up and he brings my hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Let me grab your helmet,” he says before dropping my hand and picking up one of the helmets that hung on the handles. He gingerly hands it to me, it's shiny and black with a flip up visor. So much for curling my hair. Bob lifts his off the other handle and I can tell that mine is his spare. The helmet he holds is similar to a pilot's helmet. It's a queasy shade of green with three large brownish stripes tailing over the top. I can see a few stickers placed on the back, the most attention grabbing being a large, yellow triangle that reads, ‘Baby on Board’, similar to the kind you might see in the back window of a car. I giggle a little at the sticker and Bob gives me a curious look.

“Sorry,” I waved a hand in front of me, shifting the helmet under my arm,” I just love your stickers.” Bob glances down at the helmet and blushes.

“Oh yea, that's kinda an inside joke between Phoenix and I. She got me this sticker a while after we started flying together.” Bob slid the helmet over his head and secured it before nodding his head at the one setting under my arm, “Need some help?”

I shake my head and slide the helmet over my head and give it a little wiggle to get in place. When Bob comes into view what little I can see of his face is red, and he reaches up to flip my visor down. He holds out his hand and steps back, “After you Sweets.”

I exhale and swing my leg over the bike as Bob holds it steady and scoot back into the passenger seat. For the second time today I thank my guardian angel for telling me to wear pants today. Bob slides his leg over the bike in one practiced motion and he glances over his shoulder at me.

“I want you to wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tightly. Just pat my leg if you want me to slow down and squeeze my knee if you want me to stop, okay?” I nod at his instructions, repeating them to myself, pat to slow down, squeeze to stop.

Bob's hand goes to turn his key but pauses before starting the bike, “The best way to stay on is to stay really close to me.” I could detect the hint of a smile from under his helmet and the bike rumbled to life under me. A squeak escapes my lips and I hope Bob can’t hear it.

I wrap my arms around his waist tentatively and I see Bob glance over his shoulder and shakes his head back and forth. I loosen my arms a little confused. Bob contorts his arm to touch my hip and gives me a pull forward so that my hips are pressed flush to his. He releases my hip and moves my arms tighter around his waist. I feel my face heat up in the confines of the helmet as Bob releases the kick stand. I press my chest to his back and give his waist a reassuring squeeze. I feel him relax a little bit and the bike starts to move, slowly, through the parking lot.

As we make our way onto the main roads the wind moves through my clothes and I can’t keep the smile off my face. We cut smoothly through the streets, pressed closely. The bike rumbles between my legs and my face feels hot. Bob takes me nowhere and everywhere with no particular destination in mind. We pass the port, beaches,and the HardDeck. I look around me like I haven't traveled these roads hundreds of times. The combination of Bob's cologne and his body keeping me warm the wind doesn't bother me.

As the sun starts to throw longer shadows along our path bob starts to take more turns guiding us towards a public beach. We find a parking lot off the side of the road with a set of steps leading down to the sand. Bob moves the kickstand out and holds his hand over his so I could take it and slide off the bike. Bob swings his leg over and I pull his helmet from my head. Bob does the same and we both grin at each other, his hair is standing at a weird angle and I'm sure mine doesn't look much better. As confirmation a strand falls in my face, before I can move Bob's hand is gently swiping it back into place. He smiles gently at me and then pulls away to scratch the back of his neck.

“Your hair is all over the place,” I giggle out the obvious and Bob glances up at me bashfully.

“Yea?” he questions, “wanna fix it for me?” He gingerly removes the helmet from my hands and hangs both of them on the handle bars, before half sitting and half leaning on the seat of his bike. My face feels hot as I step in closer and his knees spread a little farther allowing me to get closer to him.

I gently reach up and run a hand through his hair. It looks a little darker but I see golden streaks gliding through the waves of his hair. It’s soft too, freshly washed and easy to run my fingers through. I brush it into a poor substitute of the neat combed shape he had earlier. I go to step back and I feel his hands softly touch low on my hips. I look down at him in surprise and he smiles up at me, the golden rays of the sun giving him an ethereal glow.

“Thank you Sweetie,” I feel his hand trail down the back of my arm and his fingers slide through mine before bringing my knuckles softly to his lips.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest and I’m unable to move as he stands, still chest to chest with me. Still holding my gaze and still smiling.

“Ready to go?” Bob asks softly, pulling me back to my body. I nod and look down at my feet and Bob tugs at my hand which makes me realize he hasn't let go of mine. He leads us down the rickety stairs towards the beach, due to it being the off season it's mostly empty. We kick off our shoes when we get to the loose sand. Bob gently lifts my shoes from my hand and holds both pairs in his left hand and my hand in his right. We make our way down to the surf and walk slightly out of the reach of the tide. We smile and run down the list of terrible first-date-questions.

Bob loves legos, specifically the flower sets. His favorite holiday is Valentine's day and favorite color is rusty orange. I laughed as he told me about his older brother and two younger sisters and what kind of trouble they got into as kids. He told me about his dad who worked as a professor and his mom who had also served in the Navy. He showed me a few pictures of his dogs and one of him atop a horse, which he affectionately called Cassie.

He flipped through a few more before showing me another picture of a small orange cat resting on his chest,asleep. As cute as the cat was I couldn't help but notice he lacked a shirt in that photo, taken from a high angle with lighting that made his skin look warm and soft.

We finally decided to make our way back to Bob's bike for the ride home. He lets me sit on steps as we pull on our shoes. As I'm tying one of my sneakers, Bob puts one knee on the steps and ties my other for me. I smile at the small act of service. Bob looks at me from his place on the stairs and smiles.

“Sweetie?” His voice is soft and gentle.

“Yes?” I whisper back.

“Let me know if I'm being too forward but,” my heart thuds faster in my chest, “if you keep smiling at me like that I might carry you up these stairs and see how many laws I can break to get you alone faster.” My face is hot but a smile creeps back across my face anyway. Bobs expression promises mischief.

“Well,” I cleared my throat a little, wondering if I really want to say what I'm about to say, “how many laws could you break Bobby?”

His eyes go wide before he surges forward and he scoops me up. I yelp and then I laugh as he climbs the stairs with me halfway over his shoulder. I laugh louder as I shout into his lower back, “If you carry me, what was the point of putting on our shoes?”

My feet touch the ground back next to Bob's motorcycle and he catches my waist before I can move away from his intoxicating presence. He leans down and murmurs in my ear, “I’ll take you home if you like, but I’d really love for you to come home with me tonight Sweetie.”

I place my hands on his chest and lean back to look him in the eye sternly. I glance down at his lips and I can tell he notices by the way his grip tightens but he remains still, waiting for my go ahead. I only respond by moving in closer and softly joining my lips to his and Bob returns the favor.

We hold each other like that for a moment, then pull away breathless but wanting more. Bob runs his palm along my jaw to the back of my neck and gently brings me in for another kiss. Then another. I slide my tongue against his lower lip and he takes that as an invitation. His hand tightens slightly on the back of my skull and a small gasp escapes me as he gently bites at my lower lip testing me. I lean in closer and he bites a little harder. His hands slide from my waist to my lower back and press my torso to his.

As he pulls away again his look is hungry, “Another ride for ya Sweetie?” I blush at the innuendo and pluck ‘my’ helmet off the handle and pop it confidently over my head.

“Ready when you are Bobby,” I say smiling at him as he grabs his own and slips it over his head.

Bob smirks at me from under his helmet before reaching up to flip my visor down, “No, Sweet Thing, I don’t think you are.”

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AN; oh no! What ever could she not be prepared for?? could it be Bob's massive di-

Part 3 already posted >:)

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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1 - Look At US Now

Part 2

The Texas Tire Family

Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita

10 Years Ago

Entering the garage I snuck in quietly back into the bed seeing Georgie cuddling up with our little Aurora. Closing the door gently I nudged him over on his other side making him roll over mumbling. “Hmm Y/n…what are you doing’?”

“Shhh you’ll wake her up. I just needed to tell you that I love you Georgie.” I mumbled kissing him softly, making him smile. Since my memories had come back I have made sure to tell him everyday that I love him regardless if I said it more than once.

He rested a hand on my waist and the other ran through my hair deepening the kiss until we heard Aurora shifting in her sleep over his shoulder. “Dang it. I love you too Y/n.”

Sitting up in the bed I watched Georgie rolling over seeing our daughter clapping her hands together giggling as he tickled her stomach. Running a hand through my hair I cleared my throat, getting him to look me in the eye. “Hey so I looked into that apartment we were interested in a while back and apparently he goes to the gamboling room. He said he would give us a much lower payment for the first few years.”

“That’s great. We could go get Dairy Queen and go check it out.” He smiled holding our daughter in his lap.

Reaching into my pocket of my jeans I gingle the keys in his eyes smiling ear to ear. “I actually talked with him earlier yesterday. He gave us the place already. Basically insisted upon it. Now let’s go.”

Georgie and I got Aurora in the truck a lot quicker than we did in the past. The drive to the apartment wasn't bad. Picking up our daughter in my arms I gave Georgie the key and he opened the door letting me inside first. "Wow. It still looks way bigger than the garage." He chuckled looking around the room.

"Everything will look bigger than the garage honey. But look we won't have to barge in through the house every time me and Aurora have to use the bathroom. Plus there's a tiny kitchen even though we'll probably be ordering take out or going over to your parents for dinner." I exclaimed pointing towards the bathroom then over to a very small kitchen. "Also he actually upgraded us to have a two bedroom apartment. So one for us and the other for babies."

Georgie sits our daughter on the floor letting her play with her pony before quickly rising to his feet. "Babies?"

"I didn't - did I say that. Oh geez it was supposed to be a surprise." Running my fingers through my hair I didn't think it would slip out like that.

Georgie took a step closer taking my hands in his asking slowly. "Is it true Y/n. Are we gonna have another baby?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise at the family dinner tonight when we announced we are moving out. But secrets out so yes. Yes, we're having another baby." I squealed when he picked me up, twirling me around in circles of laughter.

Gently gripping his shirt he finally sat me on my feet where I still kept my arms around his neck grinning like a child. "I can't believe it, babe. You hear that Rora you're gonna have a little brother or sister." Aurora was crawling around on the floor searching around the apartment. I was secretly hoping that the baby would be another girl. But Georgie would probably want a boy to keep the Cooper family name going. "I guess we're gonna have to move our stuff in tonight huh. My mom won't be happy we are leaving."

"Yeah but don't worry she can visit us. Now let's talk about how we are doing the room situation. I think Rora should get the little room then we take the bigger one." Shrugging my shoulders he nodded wrapping his arms around my waist.

Georgie smiled, pulling me closer to his chest. "I don't care I just feel like my wife deserves to be taken out to eat tonight."

"For getting pregnant really? I think I can settle with brisket. We're gonna have to pay rent now." I pointed out that he thought I deserved something like Red Lobster or something way more expensive.

Before he could respond his phone went off so he pulled it out of his jeans answering it. "Yeah what's up…sure we can come get you."

"Who was it…ow?" I asked picking up our daughter from the floor where she pulled on my hair a little.

He put the phone away heading for the truck with me putting her in the car seat. "Missy, she needs to be picked up from practice and both my parents are busy." The drive to the school was fine so we waited for his sister seeing her stomp up to the vehicle.

She slammed the backseat door behind her making all three of us jump a little in the air. "Woah Missy. What the hell is wrong?"

"I got in trouble in class because Heather M was judging you and Y/n. She said you two wouldn't be able to raise a baby or that Rora would grow up to be stupid." Missy crossed her arms over her chest huffing.

Georgie and I sent the other a disappointing look. Even though we had been improving on raising her. We always try our best to ignore the others who thought wrong. Regardless it was still difficult as teen parents. "Heather M shouldn't be in our business. I'd say just ignore her." He told her gently gripping the steering wheel.

She just turned to face the window and the drive home was silent. Flopping down on the bed once we got Aurora settled until we would wake her up for dinner I watched my husband. He was watching her and just leaning against the doorframe. "Georgie?"

"Hmm. What darlin'?" He shook his head when I pulled him from the long stare.

Holding myself up by my elbows I could read what he was thinking by the look on his face. "We can't listen to them, Georgie. Everyone in this town will have their own opinion. But like you told your sister we have to ignore them."

"What if Aurora struggles in school or doesn't finish at all Y/n?" He blurted out a question.

Getting to my feet I intertwined our hands together so he would look me in the eye. "Georgie I promise we are going to prove everyone wrong one day. We are going to be the best teen parents ever."

"Mom! Eve won't give me back my phone!" Lifting my head up from looking at the computer screen I watched my two teenagers come in fighting.

Georgie was off helping a customer in our store leaving me to reschedule any appointments if we were full. "Eve give your sister back her phone." I told her in a warning tone. Our second daughter was named Eve and she had her father's hair color and my eyes.

"But mom, she made me break my phone last week!" She fought back by playing keep away from her sister. Like they were ten years old again.

Rising to my feet I pressed my right hand onto the desk for balance staring sternly at my girls. "I don’t care. Just because you guys don’t have school today doesn’t mean you get to cause problems at your father’s store.”

“What are you gals bickerin’ about?” Georgie came around the corner with me catching sight of a customer walking out with some paperwork for tire’s meaning he had made another sail.

Aurora stomps her foot on the ground throwing her braided hair over her shoulder. “Dad Eve won’t give me back my phone because I apparently broke hers and - is that uncle Sheldon?”

Georgie and I both moved around the corner peaking a little around the wall seeing that she was telling the truth. “Why is he back here. I thought he would never come back?” I mumbled looking up at my husband.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” Georgie moved forward and I stood slightly behind him eyeing his younger brother in confusion.

“Hello Georgie, Y/n.” Sheldon replied with a nod towards us. Biting my lip I knew this conversation would be interesting.

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tomboyjessie13 · 4 months

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Now that I'm well rested, I going to tell what happened at my Volunteer Program today.

At the Program's media room(a room where clients can watch movies, shows, or play E-rated video games), while my group was watching "Transformers", I was at a table in the room doing my drawings and sketching out Dio Brando for a future drawing when two staff members and a client saw my drawing and started commenting on it.

They thought that Dio was a woman at first because of the way I draw him(mainly his pose, legs, and hips), one of the staff members thought that he was a drag queen(I mean... she isn't entirely wrong lol).

I tried to explain to the two what Jojo is and why Dio looks like that, photos and all. Unfortunately, because I framed it so poorly, as well as those two not watching anime, they ended up even more confused and looked at me as if I have lobsters crawling out of my ears.

This is why I don't explain these things IRL >_<

#jessie is embarrassed #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #artist things

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 1 year

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So, I got this funny thought.

Somehow I can’t stop thinking about Naga!Tenoch Huerta/Namor. So now I have this wee story in mind.

Imagine almost drowning and being saved by this big mysterious creature that you only know for sure to have scales. Hoping to encounter it again, you visit the beach daily.

However, one day, you spot something on the rocks. Slumped over, it seems like a statue of some sort. Nevertheless, as you come closer, you remark it’s a creature that’s half man and half snake.

And wounded.

Risking your own neck, you close in on the stranger, all the while contemplating what the hell you’re getting yourself into and how on Earth you’re gonna get him to your tiny apartment above the small beach café/bakery you run. After all, how does one take care of whatever it is he is?

Despite the immense struggle, you get him off the rocks. Arms propped under his, you quite literally drag him home while mentally apologizing and praying you’re not making the wounds in his tail worse.

Lost for what else to do, you store him in your bath, which you fill with water. Not thinking it will work, but not knowing what else to do, you treat his wounds like you’d treat them if they were on a human.

He regains consciousness, but is still too weak to protest or make an attempt to flee. You notice his rigid stature, though, and turn to him with a soft-spoken voice. “It’s alright, I’m a friend. Look.” You point to his awkwardly bandaged tail. “I wouldn’t have done that if I meant you any harm. By the way, I’m sorry it’s not done well. I think you understand when I say I’ve little experience taking care of someone like you.”

“Níib óolal,” he says, propping himself up a bit. You notice he has a slight accent while he continues in English as best he can. “I appreciate it. You could left me there.”

“How’d you get here? You seem a long way from home.”

“I got lost and came across a fisher boat.” His lips pull into a snarl. “They were hunting and using spears. Got me with one. As you can see, I managed to escape, but not without wounds. I guess I must’ve washed up.”

“Can you remember where you were going?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Do you remember your name?”

His brow furrows as he scours his mind. “Namor, I think.”

“Well, Namor, I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand.

He shakes it warily.

“No worries. I’ll see you right as rain and drop you off at the beach once you’re well again.”

“How can the rain be right? Water drops aren’t straight.”

You chuckle. “It’s a saying.”

What follows are many shared meals and coffee moments after work in the bathroom. After a week or two, he seems good to go. Nonetheless, where you expected to have to drag him to the beach as awkward and hazardous as you did before, he heaves himself out of the tub onto the tiles and watch how his tail transforms into a pair of (very muscular) legs. Namor crawls to his feet, but you lunge forward when he almost topples over.

“It’s been a while since I used these,” he chuckles.

“I can tell,” you say, looking down.

And seeing more than you bargained for, so you snap up, almost as red as a lobster.

“What’s wrong? Never seen a man?” he asks, evidently amused.

“Oh, shut up. Lean on me. No one should be out on the streets yet, so we should be good.”

With him leaning on you, you two hobble over to the beach. Once in the water, his legs revert into the big brown-scaled tail again.

You crouch down and he props himself up on his arms, eyes locked. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it. Feel free to drop by whenever. Do give me some sort of sign before you do, though.”

“Then better keep your ears open for the song of the sea.” The lights in his eyes die. “I suppose this is goodbye.”

“Yeah,” you confirm, sharing his hesitancy.

“May fortune find and bless you, my friend.”

But the story is far from over.

For, a week or so later, you see a familiar face pop out of the water.

“You’re still at the beach,” Namor remarks once he’s swam to the shoreline.

“You’re still here,” you answer.

“Afraid you’d never see me again?” Although he means it in jest, the dullness in his gaze gives away there’s something else, more somber, at play.

“Maybe. Have you been here since?”

“I don’t know where else to go. This is my home now because I have forgotten the place I’ve might once called that.” The smile he tries to muster falls apart by the quiver in his lips. “I can’t remember anything. But I’ve built up my life from nothing once before, I feel that in my bones. Guess I’ll do it again. Here, in these waters.” Mischievous lights illuminate his brown eyes. “And in the upper world. My legs could use the movement. Besides, it would be nice to drink coffee with you. At a table in your café instead of you come here every time. Good to observe people too.”

“Just say you missed my croissants,” you say, kneeling to be at the same height as him.

“I missed you,” he whispers against your lips, leaning in.

He places his hands on your thighs for support as he leans in further to steal a kiss. His lips are soft and taste of the ocean, moving slow and with a note of hesitancy like the waves have when they lap at the shore.

“I missed you too,” you say when you force yourself to break away, in part for air. “You’ll always have a home here. My door’s wide open.”

A wee bonus;

Can we please just take a moment to appreciate this photo & him in general🥰

(Someone please take Tenoch away from me because that man is NOT good for my health😹)

#Marvel #Tenoch Huerta #Namor #Namor x reader #terato #exophilia #Namor fic #naga #monster boyfriend

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renee-writer · 1 year

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Out of Time Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

AO3

Maggie is not impressed. Yes, she adores Alex but, he isn’t taking her mama away. He does things other then cry and poop.

“He will grow to do other things. He is just a baby now.” Charlie tells her.

“Alex baby.” Her little hands are fisted on her waist and her lip sticks out.

“True but Alex is an older baby. Daniel, your brother, is a tiny new baby.”

“Don’t want brother. Charlie take.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“Daniel Brian is not my baby. He is your Mama’s and Danny’s. And yours and Ian’s .” She frowns, her eyes narrowing. *Yeah, he is yours too Maggie, your brother to see to just like you are Ian’s.”

“My baby?”

“Yes your baby.”

This helps some. She still isn’t happy but stops giving the newborn angry looks all the time.

As frustrating as her Sibling rivalry is, it is also welcome. It shows she is becoming a normal little girl. They are pleased with all the children’s progress.

Charlie is opening up more and more. Jenny is also talking with her. After the look she caught her given when Claire announced her pregnancy, she decided that Jamie wasn’t going to be the only one counseling her.

Alex is able to get from place to place. He moves in a type of lobster crawl, pushing off with his one foot and catching himself with his arms. He has stopped screaming out in physic and physical pain.

Ian, William, and Fergus are active and healthy. They are mostly obedient though they are also reacting more like regular children. They balk at some of their schoolwork. William doesn’t like gardening, Fergus balks at laundry, while Ian loathes changing diapers. As with Maggie, all are happy to see them acting like normal boys.

Juliaellen is on the verge of walking. Jamie loves walking her around, her tiny fingers in his. Claire, having a hard time in early pregnancy, is quite happy to let him. She is a happy little girl who adores her parents and her aunties, uncles and cousins. Her favorite playmate is Alex.

In the middle of the chaos, Mary is about to add another.

Murtagh is walking with her. They are better mates then Jenny and Danny are, though the later couple is getting closer. He senses that she is getting close. They walk on the roof, amidst the growing flowers.

It is the way she stops, her stillness. Even Alex, in a carrier on Murtagh’s chest, seems aware.

“Mama?”

“Mary?”

“Ah, oh!” she breaths in and out in a way that is familiar to any parent, midwife, or OB/ GYN. “That was a contraction.”

“Okay, okay, let’s get you back downstairs and get…” He stops when she gets still again. Her face showing she is having another. Bloody hell! He looks around but they are alone. He looks down at Alex. No help there. What is he to do? Looking up to heaven, he says a quick prayer.

“Mur… oh help!” He moves, slipping Alex off his chest and sitting him down.

“Stay right there, little man.” His tone gets the little lads attention. He lowers himself down, ignoring the cracking of his knees. “Mary, talk to me.” She can’t answer. The pains are coming so close that she can’t find a break between them.

Her fingers claw at her pants and he gets it, helping them off. What he sees stuns him. A head. The child is crowning. Everything stills. He works on instinct and a hand from God, as he places his hand on it, easing the baby out. She grunts and pushes while her wide eyes son watches as his sibling is born.

Murtagh is soon holding his daughter. She makes soft meowing sounds before letting out a scream that has Alex covering his ears. Murtagh doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Mary, we have a daughter. She is brawl as you can hear. I need to get help. Will you be alright?” She lowers herself to the roof and Alex moves over and presses himself against her. He hands her the baby.

“We will be fine. Will you?” he looks awful pale.

“I believe so.” Them a huge grin, “We have a lass. A beautiful little lass!”

She looks down at her. Like all newly born babies, she is covered with guck and it is hard to see what she really looks like. But, like all new parents, they both see her beauty. “She sure is!”

Jamie and Heather hurry up. Heather sees to Alex, who is shocked but seems otherwise alright. She hands him to Murtagh and helps Jamie with the new mama and child. The newborn is officially pronounced bawl. “She is very healthy.” Jamie tells her parents. “Her quick delivery didn’t cause any problems.”

Mary is placed in bed with her children tucked in with her. Jamie exams Murtagh. He wants to make sure that his adrenalin fueled delivery of his daughter hasn’t caused any issues. He finds the papa as bawl as the daughter.

After the baby has her first meal, the rest of her community comes in to be introduced.

“May Mary and I present our daughter, Naomi Maria.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #out of time #chapter one hundred and nineteen #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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crochetotterblog · 2 years

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Our Parasites

Word count: 2,188💕

—Eddie’s POV—

After I had stormed out of the apartment building, I rubbed my face with tired hands. I sighed, ‘Jesus, what am I going to do? She thinks I’m crazy’, zoning out slightly as I continued to walk down the sidewalk. Not sure where I am going, but anywhere but the apartment with Y/N would be nice. ‘Eddie, where are we going?’ Venom asked, I didn’t respond right away, and continued to walk down this quiet street. ‘I don’t know buddy..But tell me, how could a parasite like you fall in love, or better yet, make someone fall for you?’ Venom popped out from my shoulder, slowly changing himself into a Bluetooth headset. You know, the ones that are just a single earpiece that important business people wrapped around my ear and said, ‘What do you want to know?’ I sighed out of frustration. I had asked him what I wanted to know yet he didn’t just start. “Like, tell me you're story with the person you “supposedly” fucked” I said, tossing my hands about, I heard him sigh at my outburst. ‘Jesus, Eddie. Symbiotes don’t “fuck” more like we throw our parts at each other, same distance apart at high speed. Once our parts meet in the middle, both the male and female rush to the center to grab the fusing parts, whoever gets there first, which is mainly the males, doesn’t carry the baby. It is very rare for the female symbiotes to make it to the center before the male. Not impossible, just rare. That’s beside the point, now shut up so I can explain’ he sneered. I rolled my eyes at his stupid and childish response.

—Start of Flashback—

My life was just like ours now, Eddie. Boring, stupid, I was a loser; I still am but it still hurts. She was the most beautiful symbiote I had ever seen, like once you see her all you're problems would go away, so pretty and calming to look at. Her creamy grey body was so stunning. On our planet, the landscape is very orange, pink and purple, though the sky is a bright teal, retro planet really. Kind of like how you humans have weddings, where the bride throws her flowers and whoever catches it will get married next and such. We were all gathered around each other in what we call ‘Mating grounds’, yes, it is what it sounds like, but we do not do the baby ritual in front of anyone other than the two who will get intimate. She was sitting on a rock, her skin didn’t blend in completely, but was such a match that it would be hard to find her if you didn’t know where to look. I crawled to her to introduce myself, others watched as I made my move towards a female; she didn’t notice me right away, but when I had reached her and tapped her floppy shoulder she jumped letting out a small yelp, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you“ I said softly. Her pale blue eyes stared back at me with a sparkle in her eyes. She relaxed and slid off the rock to face me better. We began to talk for a while, talking about our lives and what we wanted to do/be. This was before Riot took a few of us to you're planet, which me and her were on that asteroid towards Earth. I found out her name was Ghost, that she like most meats but fish, she just couldn’t eat fish, seafood like lobster, clams and crabs she could handle, just the “slimy, salty dumb creatures” her words not mine. She told me about the time she went to Earth years ago. I listened to her talking about the many other hosts she had, and how they were not a perfect match.

“Ghost does not like Riot” she said swiftly, I nodded in agreement, “He is an asshole huh?” She nodded at me. When talking to female symbiotes, they would try and express their interest in you extremely, and again it was rare for them not to express but the males to express. She gave off a sweet scent of fresh blood, you would find it gross, and think she was always covered in blood. But in reality, it is just like the scent of strawberries from Anne or something.

We talked for hours and hours. It was beautiful, she had this goofy, toothy grin; it sent sparks through my gooey body. I knew at that moment I loved her, that is when I made my move, I leaned into her, combining our bodies together to make this marble creamy, grey black effect; which resembled a breeding circle that snakes do. I gripped her soft chin slowly pulling her upwards, our bodies still tied together, I slammed my lips onto hers within seconds the unholy, sloppy sucking sounds were coherent. I’m sure she felt the sparks too, like a stupid corny romance movie, where the girl would hold up her leg in content, getting the man of her dreams. That is what I was feeling the entire time I was exploring her toothy mouth. She pulled away from my lips, staring into my eyes, blushing slightly. I never knew symbiotes could blush, we didn’t have blood nor a host to express the redness. But she was blushing, which would get darker the longer we stared at each other. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone staring at the two of us. Another symbiote, a grey symbiote. It is very common for other males and females to become jealous and fight for their soon to be forever mate. But this other male, wasn’t playing nice in any way. He tried to pull her away from me whenever he could. She didn’t like that male, she expressed it clearly. “Ghost says to go away, Ghost doesn’t fucking like you” I heard her scream from across the field. “Don’t be like that babe, I’m way better than the loser Venom” he snickered. Ghost doesn’t talk much but when she does it is music to my ears, but this wasn’t one of those days. I had picked some rocks for her, she likes rock for some reason, not sure why but she does. I began to walk back towards where I had left her to see her talking with another suitor; “Come on baby, you have a nice piece of goo on ya” he grinned moving closer to her, touching her, trying to fuse with her. Fusing is fighting words when it comes to mating, I haven’t claimed her yet, so I couldn’t just jump in and kill him even though I wanted to. I crawled over dragging my small bag of rocks, “Hey, she said to leave her alone.” I snapped, all he did was look at me with anger in his white eyes, staring me down and said, “Fuck off grasshopper” picking me up and throwing me miles away.

—End of Flashback—

‘When he threw me away, he threw me here. Before I had met you, I was jumping between people, that is when we started working together, to stop Life, saving Y/N; having her move in with us’ Venom paused, taking a deep breath and exhaled his next sentence, ‘Y/N smelt, so much like Ghost, I miss her, I would do anything just to see her again, to hold her. Thinking about it now, staying here is where I belong, I just hope she comes looking for me’ Venom said shakily, knowing that V had emotions of his own, towards someone he loves was something I never saw everyday. “Maybe I could help you get in contact with her. Maybe we could sneak into Drake's place and look for anything related to her?” I asked, Venom sighed a ‘yes’. Listening to Venom’s story was sweet, but I had to come back down from Neverland. Once I came too, I found myself in front of Anne’s new house with her Fiance Dan..My eyes widened once I realized what I had walked out for, I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me weird, which yes, there was this lady staring at me with an angry face. I knocked on the door, hoping I could talk to Anne, in some way at least, I looked in her driveway and saw one car. Maybe Anne isn’t home, or they both aren’t home, I highly doubt Anne would be home on her own, knowing her the little amount that I could remember at least. The door flung open, I looked up to see a familiar face, it was Anne, in what I can assume are her pajamas? She greeted me with a smile moving out of the way letting me in, I took my shoes off setting them down by the door as I walked in. “Eddie, what brings you here?” She asked, I gulped looking up at her through my lashes, “Well, some Life swat team came into the apartment, saying I had something of theirs” which is true, I did have something of theirs, “But Y/N was asking me to many questions that overwhelmed me, I walked out and didn’t realize I was coming her, would it be okay if I stayed a single night? I don’t think I can face her without getting angry in someway” I rushed, she just smiled and nodded at me with that toothy grin, so pearly white, straight and perfect teeth. And there is me, crucketed teeth, yellowish teeth, a very dirty greasy man. I can see why my appearance could be a reason why she had left me.

I shook my head to get thoughts dumb thoughts away, Anne sat down next to me with a concerning look across her face. “Why are you looking at me like that Anne?” I asked, she blinked rapidly to regain her thought train, “Sorry, um, I have a question though” she stated, I nodded in response waiting for what she wanted to ask. “Eddie, do you, I mean you probably do, but do you ever think about us getting back together?” She said softly, messing with her hair. I felt my eyes widen, ‘Eddie what is going on? You’re heart's racing and you seem a little too happy’ I heard Venom say. I sighed lightly “Yeah, I do, but you made up your mind and I have to respect it, I’m not that kind of guy to wreck a home, I don’t like it and I don’t like it when people do it. Besides, you and Dan look so happy together, I am not going to ruin it because my dick still has feelings for you” I huffed. Anne glanced at me then to the floor, “I guess that’s true” she said in a sunken tone. Was she having second thoughts about her and Dan, was there something more to what she was thinking? “Look, I’m tired and I would like to hit the sack, is that fine with you?” I asked softly. She nodded and stood up to grab me a blanket and a pillow. Once she found the two things I needed for the night, I slipped out of my leather jacket, setting it on the arm of the couch. I fluffed my pill, and spread out the blanket, I pulled the blanket over my body, looking out the living room window at the sun slowly setting. ‘Goodnight Eddie’ Venom whispered, ‘Goodnight V’ I replied, my eyes began to feel heavy, soon they collapsed together, sending me off into slumber.

—Slight time skip—

Morning came so fast, I wasn’t happy about it, but I did say I was staying one night. I am a man of my word, which means that I will be leaving soon. I opened my eyes slowly to the sound of dishes clanking and water running. I sat up looking towards the kitchen to see Dan, making breakfast. A smile crept across my face slowly. I walked into the kitchen to greet him, but I was only met with a huff and a groan. I guess it was too early or he didn’t want me here, knowing the whole me and Anne breaking up, “Dan you have nothing to worry about, I have accepted that you and Anne are going to make it official soon, I’m not going to ruin a perfect relationship” I said with a smile. That didn’t seem to help him in any way, I sighed and looked down at my feet, snug in grey socks filled with holes. “See ya man” I sassed, I turned on my heels to grab my jacket and to the door to slip on my shoes. Then someone spoke, “Eddie, Anne told me you were hitting on her, tried getting in her pants and everything. I do not want you anywhere near me, Anne or our house. Leave my property before I make your day living hell!” he growled.

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#eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie #tom hardy #venom #ghost #venom ghost #eddiebrockxreader #fem #female #femreader #reader #yn

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amarantine-amirite · 2 years

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Why What How

It started in study hall. I found myself stuck on my English assignment. We had to write an essay based on the prompt Darkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. “What the hell does that mean?"

"It means there's two sides to every story", whispered the girl sitting next to me.

Over the years, I’ve come to dislike there’s two sides to every story. I've seen it used as an excuse to get away with misbehaving far too often. Last year, my dad got a promotion and was offered a house as a signing bonus. Problem was, the house hadn’t been built yet and never would be built because the building company ran out of money. He complained, but all they ever told him was there’s two sides to every story. Anybody who’s ever been bullied has heard the bully’s parent say there’s two sides to every story when they really mean you’re lying. “That's never true, that's something only bullies say to get themselves out of trouble"

The teacher heard both of us chittering. “Focus on the job at hand” she said to both of us

“But I can’t”

“Why?”

I am not normally this paranoid or this irritable. There’s only seems to happen when there’s something that I can’t talk about bothering me and I’m using whatever is irritating me right now is a manifestation for that. Most of the time, I can’t even verbalize the underlying thing that’s bugging me. This time, it just somehow slid out. “I think my house moves around when I'm not looking.”

The teacher looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. "You're joking.”

"No, I’m not,” I replied. Every day, I wake up and something is slightly off. A vase, my laptop, and even the house seem to slightly move every day. Sometimes, entire rooms appear disappear randomly.

"Take your meds".

I can’t. I seem to be allergic to the common medication administered for delusions in schizophrenia. Nobody can fathom that. If you mention you’re allergic to your pills, all the registers in peoples minds is does not compute.

They tell you to take it. They hound you into taking it. They don’t understand it could kill me to take my medication.

But now, I feel vindicated. It's not my imagination. I now have proof that the house is changing when I sleep. I got up to go to the bathroom last night and I walked past my dining room. I noticed the chairs had been pushed out. That’s odd, I thought, I could’ve sworn I pushed them in before I went to bed.

It soon occurred to me that this is what I was talking about when I said that my house moves when I'm not looking. Instantly, I went back upstairs to get my phone and took video. I went back to bed I slept for a couple more hours, I woke up again to get a snack, grab my phone, and pointed at the dining room. Every single piece of furniture in the room now hung from the ceiling.

I woke up today to find the dining room gone altogether. I took pictures of that, too. I also managed to get a picture of the teeth that just grew out of the ceiling in the basement.

I pulled out my phone and showed the teacher the photos and videos of what was going on at home. Her face went white and her jaw dropped. “Who said that,” she gasped.

“Said what?”

She told me to rewind the video, and it was only then that we heard somebody say “I have the body of a pig“ followed by a snort.

It spooked me. I didn’t hear this when I took the video.

Next, I showed the teacher the picture of the teeth coming out of the basement ceiling. She passed out upon noticing a pig like hominid at the bottom of the stairs.

@oriandcate

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lambchop2xcombo · 10 days

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Mental health stuff, please ignore~~~

Yesterday I was talking to my coworker who was a surveyor for IDD/BH communities for the state and we were talking about what does and doesn't count as restraint and she said something like have you ever seen a breakdown where people throw stuff before? And I was like, "yeah when I was in grade school there were kids in my class..." and before I finished she was like, "Oh yeah, because you were in the special class with them." and I had to be like, "well, no, I was in AIG/honors but there were a couple of us in there.." and we kept talking.

And I kept thinking about it because I felt like a liar. She knows I'm on the spectrum because I was the one that trained her and we are friends so we spend a lot of time together - but I don't have a diagnosis and I probably never will because my mother does not want her children to be autistic (That's why my brother and I were not tested when we were young but it doesn't really work like that). Even as an adult when I tried to get a diagnosis they said I had to bring in a family member and my brother was already in Wisconsin and my dad wasn't really around a lot because he worked most of the time when I was a kid and my mom said no. She still didn't want autistic children, even when we're adults.

My brother and I both believe we're on the spectrum, I work in healthcare regulations/compliance and my brother is a mental health counselor so I think we're pretty informed and we've talked about it before and we can talk about over stimulation or our special interests or whatever together. But neither of us have a diagnosis because it's hard to get, expensive (the place that I went to wouldn't give me an estimation or call my insurance company or anything), etc. but hearing my coworker say that... IDK it made me feel like a fraud like more then I already feel because I already feel kinda like the office freak sometimes because I am ~different~ and it is very obvious.

Anyways, I was still thinking about it this morning because I felt like such a liar I was thinking maybe I should tell her because without a diagnosis I am not on the spectrum enough I feel to actually claim autism - but that's still what it is. I did a lot of googling and reading other people's similar stories and I came to the conclusion that I can disclose what I want, and I have never claimed autism - just that I'm on the spectrum she just made an assumption that honestly? makes sense. Some people only need to know as much as they need to and if it came up like organically in a conversation I would be honest and explain my situation fully, but other than that I don't really owe anyone my business more then they need to know. I felt better about it after that

I've just been thinking about being on the spectrum recently because I notice how differently I act then my coworkers and how differently I speak then them a lot of the times if I am not trying to match how they're speaking they look at me like lobsters are crawling out of my ears until they get to know me better and accept that sometimes that's just how I speak. Also been thinking about it recently because I want to go out and do stuff and attend events but it makes me nervous because I can't plan for everything and I have no idea what the rules are or how things are supposed to go when I get to a new place and it makes me feel really out of place but also I want to start dating again. This month marks a year since I broke up with my ex and I think I'm really in a good spot but is anyone really gonna want to date me once they find out how different I am? Will it be seen as a weakness to take advantage of? idk it made me nervous. Anyways I wanted to get that out of my head and somewhere else.

#person on my person #please do not interact or reblog with this one #this one is for me

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newgradnurseblues · 3 months

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Where Do I Go From Here?

If you would've told me 10 years ago that I would be a Registered Nurse working during one of the worst nursing shortages in years/during a pandemic, I would've looked at you like you had lobsters crawling out of your ears. This was never my original plan, but I'm starting to learn that, as is the case with a lot of people working in healthcare, nursing is something that you're drawn to. Everyone has their own "why" as to what made them decide to go into the healthcare field. That same "why" being the reason why we didn't give up after failing a dosage calc exam or not being able to perform a skill correctly during a simulation lab. If not for our reasons why, we wouldn't have been able to make it through the many crying sessions while studying, the early morning clinicals, or the ATI/HESI exams. I don't want to speak for everyone, but for me taking care of others made me feel like I had a purpose in life at a time when I didn't see the point of life. That's not to say that those feelings have completely gone away, but knowing that there are people that need me in order to feel comforted gives me a sense of happiness. Most of the time I feel numb. When I'm at work listening to patients talk about their families and lives it inspires me. It's amazing to hear where people have come from, in a way we're all walking stories. I've grown used to helping others and while it does bring me joy I need to learn to help myself. You see for such a long time my only goals were to get through nursing school and pass my NCLEX. Once I completed those goals, the only goals I had for the past 5 years, I was left with the question "Now what?". There are so many things that I can do with my life and in my career, but I have no idea where to begin. I'm hoping that I can use this blog as a way to help me process some of the things in my life that I have been blocking out for years. Nursing school is tough and sometimes you have to push the bad things that happened to you to the back of your brain in order to memorize EKG Rhythms or Signs and Symptoms of Sepsis. Maybe somewhere between reflecting on my past and trying to focus on my present experience as a registered nurse I might figure out what it is I want to do in the future. Yes I'm a nurse, but now what?

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Bo Sinclair:

Warning: Blood, and death.

You sat on the back of your rusty old pick up truck. The orange hue of the sun being you’re only reminded that the day existed. As the sun fell from the sky to the horizon your crawling skin began to feel lighter. The weight of the days activities disappearing into the soft stars. You glared harshly at the ground, watching as you shadow began to run away, leaving behind a pool in its wake. The red was the only thing left to see, and you couldn’t quite bring yourself to close your eyes just yet.

The sound of gravel being violently thrown in every direction brought you back from your haze. You looked up in the direction of the noise and let a smile delicately crawl across your face. The vehicle came to a sudden stop and it’s driver side down was thrown open. You noticed the passenger door open as well but your eyes stayed glued on the man.

“The hell we’re ya thinking, going after ‘em alone like that!” Bo growled.

Your ears began to ring and you could have swarm the trees were swaying despite the lack of wind. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Vincent’s hands moving but you couldn’t quite make out what he said. You heard your boyfriend sigh.

“Damn it! We’re Les with the damn first aid bag!” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry” you spoke softly, a gargle rising in your throat.

You could feel a warmth growing in your core despite the goosebumps you knew riddled your flesh. Your arm fell from its spot, gripping your stomach, and allowed the two boys to see exactly what shape you were in. A sucking squelch rang in your ear as the heat grew hotter. You felt like you were boiling, laughing as the thought of lobsters danced around your head. Your vision was blurring faster and faster.

“Jesus Darlin’ what did they do to you?”

The fear in Bo’s voice broke your heart.

“I got ‘em, baby. Aren’t you proud of me? I got ‘em nice and good.”

You began to choke on the blood bubbling in your throat. You tried to jump down from your spot on the truck, but you legs failed you. Bo was at your side in an instant, cradling your face in his hands.

“Just hang on doll, Vinnie’s gonna put you back together, isn’t the at right Vin?”

Vincent remained silent, almost frozen in fear.

“Right Vin?” Bo shouted.

Vincent knelt beside his brother and his hands pressed into your stomach. You let out a his witches caused the two men to flinch slightly.

“I know it hurts Darling, but you gotta stay strong for me.” Bo assured.

Vincent gave his brother a look that needed no interpretation to understand. Keep you talking.

“You remember when you first got here?”

You nodded, your head throbbing, leaning further into his touch.

“Yeah. You were wearin’ that shirt I loved, you were so handsome.”

“And you had that adorable look on your face, telling me you were lost. You looked so innocent back then, like a little flower.”

“You protected me from that monster I was with, my hero” you looked up at your boyfriend lovingly.

You could hardly feel Vincent’s hands roaming your broken body anymore. Every sensation was dull and void of substance.

“Bo-“ You began, being cut off by another viola that wave of nausea and pain.

“Hush baby, don’t speak now. We’re gonna bring ya home, and I’m gonna spend the whole evening with ya.”

“Bo, please”

Bo let out a guttural pained sound, “Damn it Lester where the hell are you!” He shouted into the air.

“I got something for ya.” You distracted him, trying to prevent the tears you saw brimming in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked.

You tried to reach your hand into your pocket but it refused to move. You could feel yourself growing colder. Bo’s eyes followed your hand and he leaned over to reach into your pocket, the movement causing you to hiss once more. He paused, but you motioned for him to continue. He pulled the small box from your pocket, and looked at it in confusion. Even Vincent was starring at the strange box with curiosity.

“I found it ya know, bout a month back. Remember that blonde…” you trailed off.

“Yeah, she had that lousy excuse for a man following her around like a lost puppy. Trying to be so big and tough for his girl, what a joke.” Bo let out a sad laugh, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Open it.” You choked.

Before you could see his reaction, footsteps could be heard pounding against the gravel, racing toward you.

“Bo I got the stuff-“ Lester’s distinct voice shouted, hauling as he saw the three of you.

“Shit.” He cursed

“Hey Les, long time no see” you joked.

You turned you attention to Vincent now.

“Promise me- Promise you’ll keep him safe.”

“Baby girl don’t you dare start talking like that” Bo demanded.

You shot him a glare.

“Promise me Vincent, promise you’ll all forget about me. Tell me you’re going move on, you’re gonna show the world your art…”

You paused to adjust, a feeble attempt to find comfort in your dire state. You turned to see Lester crying as he was handing supplies to his brother.

“And you’re gonna find yourself a nice piece to settle down with. Get that dog you’re always telling me you dream of…”

Lastly you turned to Bo, your boyfriend, the one thing you cared about more than anything in this big stupid world.

“And your gonna close your eyes for me baby” you instructed.

Bo shook his head, long forgetting the small box in his hand.

“Go on, close em. All of you.”

The boys complied.

“And when you open ‘em back up, everything’s gonna be alright. Vinnie’s gonna fix me up nice and good. Lester’s gonna pick me out the prettiest dress. And you my love, you’re gonna be just fine. You’ll find someone to share my gift with. She’s gonna make you real happy, and you won’t cry these tears again. You’re gonna be happy for me, ok baby?”

Bo went to open his eyes but you quickly stopped him.

“You’re not gonna remember me like this ya hear? You’ve been such a good boy to me, all of you. I- I love y-“

You’re world faded to black. You skin grew cold in Bo’s hand, and the river of your blood came to a slow stop. Vincent couldn’t bring himself to move his hands from your body, desperate to find your pulse, to feel your soft skin no longer covered in these ugly scars. He wanted to hear your sweet laugh once more, the one he heard so many times when you were pranking his brothers. He wanted to see your eyes sparkle like they did when you entered his workshop, watching him work on another piece of his collection.

Lester was trembling, sobs wracking his body. Your blood staining his clothes. He thought about how he could have helped you. He knew you were stubborn, maybe if he’d gone to find those idiots, if he’d gone to fix Bo’s mistake he’d still have his sister. Of course you weren’t actually family, but god did he want you to be. He’d never had a sister before, and maybe he didn’t deserve you, but he sure cherished every moment since you’d come to this cursed town. Even when was the butt of one of your jokes, you made him feel whole again. Something he never thought could be a reality. He loved the way you healed his brother, picked up all his pieces and made him fall hopelessly, and endlessly in love with you. You were the best damn thing that ever happen to his family, and he’d do anything to hear to say his name one more time.

Lastly there sat Bo, frozen, broken, for lack of a better word, dead. His eyes remained closed. He was so still, Vincent was convinced his brother had stopped breathing. Bo’s heart laid shattered, and viciously stabbed and bleeding before him. The pain, the rage inside him could set this whole town ablaze. Something Bo was quite sure he might do. If only he hadn’t been distracted, hadn’t let those stupid teens out of his sight, you’d still be breathing. You’d still be his. Dead or not he’d be damn sure they’d pay for what they’d done to you. He’d find they family, track down their friends, anyone who even so much as spoke to them, and he’d make them pay. He’d make them all pay. He’d make himself pay. How dare he allow himself to fall so damn hard for you. How dare you make him feel again.

Bo calmly stood and began to walk away from the scene, leaving his brothers to clean up his mess. He couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t go back to your home, back to his life like nothing ever happen. No he’d keep walking, until his feet were sore and his thirst, the never ending ache in his chest stopped hurting. Only then could he come back home, and see you again.

Lester knew better than to go after his brother, but he couldn’t help but notice the small box that fell from his brothers hands.

“What’s this?” He looked to Vincent for an answer.

Vincent composed himself and grabbed the box from his brother, turning it over in his hands. Lester looked at him expectedly, eager to see what was inside. The contents of the box was the straw that broke the camels backs. No words could describe how haunted these men would be by your ghost. They could never tell Bo what was in the box, they’d make him forget, it was better that way. For inside the box was a ring, and a note that read “Forever?”

Authors Note: Sorry if this sucks, I didn’t have time to edit, but I wanted to try writing something a bit longer. If you guys have something you want to see me write let me know 🥰 sorry for the angst 😭

#bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #horror #oneshot #x reader #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slasher x s/o

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singaroundelay · 2 years

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6. Ted and Trent :)

“I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

Ted is staring at Trent as if a pod of lobsters are crawling out of his ears and getting tangled in his lovely salt and pepper hair. For a usually reserved Brit whose voice only raises in decibels when profanity is involved — Trent is throwing a tantrum that would put his four-year-old daughter to shame.

Then again, Trent is holding Addison, his normally perfectly coiffed hair askew, both Crimms covered in bright red paint.

Ted’s lips twitch as he fights the urge to laugh.

Trent, for his part, holds out his hand in the international sign for shut the fuck up or I will end you, I don’t care how much I love you. Ted may have read a little more into the last half of that hand gesture but he’d like to think that’s what Trent was trying to silently convey to him.

“I believe I’ve caught you red-handed,” Ted says, smirking a bit. “Careful, I think someone might have dyed in here. I think —”

“One more pun and I can guarantee you will be sleeping alone tonight.”

“Whatever you say.” A beat. “Red Zepplin.”

“Ted.”

He crosses the floor and takes the paint-covered Addison from Trent’s arms. He doesn’t care as much about if his clothes get ruined — at least Ted isn’t wearing some vintage shirt that’s probably beyond saving. Ted taps Addison on her cute little nose with a grin as the girl goggles.

“I think my jokes have gone over like a red balloon.”

“Coach. Lasso.”

“Whelp. Now I’ve done it,” Ted says with an exaggerated sigh. “I believe your dad is a bit cross with me.”

“Now who is starting to sound like one of the natives,” Trent says after inspecting the damage to his shirt. “Care to explain the off-side rule?”

“Oh now, don’t go lookin’ for miracles here. I’m just glad I used that properly.” Ted shifts Addison from one hip to the other. “So to what do we owe the crime scene here?”

Trent extends one red-hand toward Ted who carefully takes it and allows himself to be drawn toward the kitchen table. Without a word, Trent holds up a large sheet of paper.

Amongst all the handprints and red splatters is Trent’s impeccable handwriting spelling out the word BELIEVE. Ted’s heart does a few somersaults in his chest, somehow sticking the landing for a solid 9.5 from the judges.

“It’s been quite noticeable that you didn’t replace the sign after Nate destroyed it. So — we decided to make you a new one.”

Ted smiles, kissing his partner on the cheek. “Careful Trent. That was almost sentimental.”

“Well, as the one now holding Addison, you win cleanup duty.”

Ted shrugs then toddles off to the bathroom. “As you say, a win is always better than a tie!”

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thesoftdumbass · 3 years

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somethin' to think about

Frankie Morales x reader (feminine pronouns)

word count: 3,800

warnings: caffeine dependency, cheesy movies, the beginning of one curse word but no more. platonic Santiago x reader and Benny x reader. very fluffy and kind of silly but that's how I like it.

summary: Frankie and his daughter have found a home in Stars Hollow, and the single father/diner owner has to admit that he's found a soft spot in his heart his favorite customer.

> my masterlist

Francisco Morales, a newly single father, wanted to settle down and start a new life for himself and his daughter. After stumbling onto Stars Hollow, a quaint and quiet, friendly little town just a little ways away from his hometown, he decided that it would be the perfect place to begin again. The old hardware store that closed down years earlier was priced well and had an apartment above the shop, so with some hard work, Frankie turned it into a diner to sell the food he grew up learning to make from his mother, as well as the stereotypical diner food that he and his brothers in arms missed while they were serving overseas. Life was good in Stars Hollow, Frankie and his daughter being accepted by the welcoming if not nosy townspeople, and now he and the diner had become a staple in the quiet hamlet.

The bell above the door chimes with the entry of another customer and Frankie looks up from writing in his order book to see you heading his way, already grabbing an overly large mug that he keeps on hand just for you.

“Coffee coffee coffee,” you demand lightly and Frankie huffs.

“You sound like you’ve had plenty today already,” he says, filling the mug anyways and sitting it in front of you at your usual seat along the counter.

“Oh nonsense, there’s no such thing,” your tone and face both hold a smile and Frankie can’t help the way his heartbeat jumps in his chest at this.

“One of these days I’m going to start slipping you decaf.”

A gasp leaves you, faux offended at the threat. “You wouldn’t dare!” Frankie’s affirming hum distracts you for just a moment before you start mixing your coffee just the way you like it. “You would lose a very loyal customer, Morales. I’d have to start getting my coffee at Weston’s.”

Frankie’s scoff brings the smile back to your face, as it’s obvious that neither of you will live up to your threats. “Besides, you know I can’t survive a day without the elixir of life, and yours is the best in town.”

“Of course it’s the best, I’m just saying that your heart may soon explode from caffeine intake.”

“And what a sweet, sweet death that will be, my friend. Keep’em coming.”

Frankie has to bite his lip to hide a smile, distracting himself by adjusting the cap on his head so it sits backward. The former pilot may maintain a grumpy exterior at times, but you’ve become a bright spot in his day and your bickering never holds any heat. Another customer needs a refill so he leaves you to your ‘elixir of life’ and heads over, making rounds about the diner to make sure everybody’s happy. When he comes back to the front of the counter, there’s a mop of curly brown hair sticking up behind the thing, a rustling noise being heard from beneath.

“Evie?” At her father’s questioning tone, there’s a bump against the underside of the counter, a muffled “ouch” making its way to his ears. A sigh leaves his lips as his daughter stands from her crouched position, brown eyes locking with his. “You alright, mija?” A quiet “yes” is his answer, so he has to ask the question on his mind. “And why were you crawling around on the floor of the diner?”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as the young girl looks shyly at her father, then at you, before answering. “I was looking for my book. I can’t find it, and I thought I might’ve left it back here.”

Evie has so many books that Frankie can’t keep up sometimes, but before he can ask which one she’s looking for in particular, you pipe up beside him. “I think I saw The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in the library at the inn. Is that the one you’re looking for?”

“Yes!” She brightens, eyes wide. “I must have left it when I was doing homework there the other day.”

“If you want you can come to the inn and grab your book after school, and I can make some homemade hot chocolate just for you. If your dad is okay with it, of course.”

Two sets of eyes turn to Frankie questioningly, and he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. “Of course you can go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, daddy!” She leans across the counter and kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Anytime, sweetie,” you giggle, her cheery attitude infectious.

Frankie looks at the clock on the wall above the counter before addressing his daughter. “Why don’t you go grab your backpack and I’ll walk you to school?”

Evie hums in affirmation and makes her way into the apartment that she and Frankie live in above the diner to continue getting ready for the day. Frankie watches her go before turning to you, only to notice you down the rest of your coffee.

“Do you want one to go?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Your teasing smirk turns into a grateful smile as Frankie steps back behind the counter and pulls out a styrofoam cup with a lid, filling it with the caffeine that you crave. “You’re too kind to me, Francisco.”

“It’s not on the house if that’s what you’re gunning for,” he teases and you fake a pout.

“It never hurts to try, does it?” You stand from your stool, pulling your coat tight around you and reaching for the full cup in front of you. “I’ll settle my tab later. Do you want me to walk Evie back here, or do you wanna pick her up tonight?”

“You’re gonna be here for dinner anyways, I know you’re too tired to cook for yourself after the Friday brunch special. You can just bring her with you if it’s not too much trouble.”

"Your daughter? Trouble? Please,” you laugh it off. Evie was really a perfect child, you and her have gotten along famously since the beginning. Frankie chuckles, nodding along because of course you’re right. “I’ve gotta head to work. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, have a good day,” he waves you away with a small smile, picking up a cloth to wipe down the counter as he waits for Evie to return downstairs.

A long sigh escapes you as you sink into your seat in the diner, your back relieved to sit after running around the kitchen most of the day. Evie settles into the chair across from yours, copying your sigh and both of you make eye contact before bursting into giggles, smiles on both of your faces. Frankie finds you like that, and he can’t help the way his lips twitch up at the sight.

He makes a show of pulling out his order pad and pencil, rolling up his sleeves in the process. “Ah, my two best customers. What can I get for you?”

You hum thoughtfully, opening the menu and observing it as if you haven’t eaten here multiple times a week for years now. “I’m not sure, what would the chef recommend?”

“Well, the daily special is-”

Frankie is cut off as you snap the menu shut, placing it on the table before folding your hands overtop of it decisively. “On second thought, I’ll have the lobster. What say you, madam?” You look toward Evie still across from you, an eyebrow raised and she plays along.

“I believe that the filet mignon and foie gras will do for tonight. And we shan’t forget a chocolate souffle for the table.” The eleven-year-old provides an astounding performance, a posh accent accompanying her words.

The two of you make eye contact for a split second, and your pretenses drop as you once again dissolve into laughter. Frankie only rolls his eyes, accustomed to your antics, though he doesn’t bother to hide the chuckles you elicit. “You two are ridiculous. Burgers and fries it is, then?”

“Why of course, my good sir. And a diet coke for me, please.” He nods and walks away, putting your order in the window and checking on his other guests.

When he comes back to the dining room after speaking with the line cook about another order, there’s someone occupying one of the seats at your table. Your laugh rings out through the diner as Benny, one of Frankie’s old friends, occupies your attention, and Frankie overhears the story being told as he approaches.

“-and suddenly we have to book it out of the river and leave our clothes on the bank. We end up stranded in the jungle, every one of us buck a-”

“Not in front of the kid, Miller,” Frankie chastises as he claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder in greeting.

Benny just laughs as you lean in and murmur conspiratorially, “but you’ll fill me in on the rest later, right?”

“You know it,” and he sends a wink your way as you lean back in your seat, a satisfied smile on your face.

Frankie hears a call go out from the kitchen window that order’s up, and after returning to your table with two plates of food, he takes the last empty chair. You and Evie dig into your food as he talks with his old friend for a few minutes. “When is Will coming in?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. I tried to get him to drive in with me tonight but he decided not to leave his new fiancee until he has to,” Benny rolls his eyes at his brother’s sappy attitude but you and Frankie can tell that he’s happy for him.

The pilot nods, “Pope texted me a little while ago, he’s on his way now.” With a thought coming to him, Frankie grabs your attention with an utterance of your name. “Are you still good with girl’s night?”

With an eager nod, you take a sip of your drink before answering. “Absolutely. I’m already set up for snacks and drinks, and I’ll be scouring my movie collection tonight to find something for us to watch.”

The boys hum in acknowledgment but Evie just laughs softly. “You know we’ll just watch the same thing as always.”

It’s sort of a tradition. Frankie’s best friends from the service don’t live that far away from each other, so every few months they meet up in one of their towns. While they catch a fight or simply hang out and get drinks, you offer to watch Evie, and your weekends together have evolved into binge-a-thons of junk food snacks and cheesy old horror movies.

“And what about it? You know we both have a soft spot for the classics.”

You finish your dinner, fully entertained by the lively conversation, which is only heightened when Santiago arrives at the diner. He and Benny end up eating as well and keeping Frankie on his toes between tables with stories. You might have heard them a half-dozen times before over the years, but you still enjoy the hell out of them, the reminiscences getting even spicier after Evie goes to bed for the night.

Your long workday gets to you eventually and by the time you’re stifling your fourth yawn in five minutes, your company starts to notice.

“You look like you’re ready for bed,” Frankie points out softly.

You hum in acknowledgment, shrugging your shoulders. “I could just drink a cup of-”

“You are not getting any more coffee today, and that’s final.”

“Fine, fine,” you assent to his good-natured firmness.

“C’mon hermosa, I’ll drive you home on my way to the inn. You reserved a room for me, right?” At Pope’s question, you nod.

“‘Course I did, Santi. Can’t have you sleeping on the streets, now can I?”

Santi snorts and stands from his chair, grabbing his jacket off the back of it and tugging it on. “I think if it came down to it, I’d rather bunk with you for the night.” His comment is paired with a cheeky wink and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“As if you would be invited to bunk with me, sweetheart.”

Santi clutches his chest with mock hurt. “You wound me!”

You smile before bringing a hand up to hide another yawn, and Santiago nods his head to the door. “Alright drama queen, let’s go before I fall asleep on my feet.” You turn to address the rest of your small group, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Benny, you didn’t forget your room key again did you?”

A momentary look of panic crosses the man’s face as he pats his pockets before finding the object. “Ah! Got it,” he says proudly, showing it to you.

You shake your head with a laugh at Benny and his forgetfulness. “Alright, goodnight everybody.”

Frankie makes sure the kitchen is clean and everything put away before sending the staff home for the night, the last remaining customer his sometimes-pain-in-the-ass friend. He’s just finished wiping down the other tables and grabbed the salt and pepper shakers to refill, taking a seat across from Benny when the other man looks up from his phone.

“So when are you finally gonna boss up and ask Y/N on a date?”

Frankie’s head bobs like a toy as he looks up at the unexpected words, his brow furrowing a second later. “Pardon?”

Benny stretches his legs out, leaning back in his chair in a relaxing stance. “You heard me. You two would be perfect together, and it’s not hard to see that you’ve got it bad for her.”

Frankie just stares at Benny, unamused eyes fixed on his face for a moment before he sighs, taking the cap off his head and rubbing a hand down his forehead tiredly. “I don’t have time to kill you right now Benny, come back later.”

“She’s got it bad for you, too.” Frankie’s head whips up at this, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and Benny continues talking. “Look, you both have feelings for each other, you see each other every day, and her and your kid get along famously. And everybody knows you’re going to end up together. Last time I was here I even heard her neighbor and that Kirk guy making a bet on which one of you would make the first move.”

Frankie mutters something about “town gossips” under his breath.

“I want you to be happy, man,” Benny says genuinely, the mood shifting.

“I am happy,” Frankie defends gently.

“But not as happy as you could be. I just think you should go for it, tell Y/N how you feel.” Benny stands from the table, clapping Frankie on the back and pulling his friend into a hug when he does the same. “Somethin’ to think about. I’ll see you tomorrow, man.”

Frankie locks the door to the diner behind Benny as he leaves, flipping the old-fashion open sign to closed. Turning around to lean his back against the door, he closes his eyes, considering the possible outcomes for doing exactly what his friend said. It could end awkwardly with neither of you knowing how to act around each other and you avoiding his diner like the plague. Or, the more attractive prospect, it could lead to something he had only imagined, a life with you by his side.

“Somethin’ to think about,” he repeats to himself, making his way to the apartment upstairs to get ready for bed.

“Everett Amaya Morales, I cannot believe you just said that!” When she only shrugs at you, a brow raised with as much sass as an eleven-year-old can muster, you scoff and cross your arms over your chest in slight indignation. “So you would rather wax Bigfoot’s legs than give Frankenstein’s Monster a makeover?”

She looks at you as if it’s an obvious answer, but to you, it’s anything but. “Yeah! Aren’t you curious how much there is?”

“Oh, there’s twelve pounds of leg hair at least, but I would be afraid for my own safety! One bad rip and Squatch could rip my arm off. Frankenstein’s Monster, on the other hand, has daddy issues and no friends, and I for one think that doing his makeup would be a very good bonding experience. Besides, how do you know that Bigfoot wants their legs waxed?”

“How do you know they don’t,” is her rebuttal.

You sigh theatrically, shoulders deflating in defeat. “Ah, yes, the Sasquatch don’t live by societal gender roles.”

When Evie simply laughs at your reply, you stick your tongue out at her and she returns the gesture before collapsing back against the arm of the couch.

“How could I eat so much takeout and still want ice cream?”

“Well you’re in luck, my friend. I went by the ice cream section when I was at the market earlier, and since I know it’s your favorite, I happened to grab a tub of cookies and cream.”

She looks up at the mention of her favorite flavor. “Extra chunky oreo?”

“Only the best for you, dear,” you respond and laugh as she only throws her arms over her face dramatically.

“But I’m still so full!”

“Eh, the ice cream melts in your stomach and fills in the cracks between all the other food. You’ll be fine.”

Poking her head up from the couch, she looks at you disbelievingly. Or like you’re crazy. Or both. “Yeah...I don’t think the digestive system works like that.”

“Oh it definitely doesn’t, that’s just something my great uncle used to say so we wouldn’t judge him for eating ice cream after a big dinner. That side of the family is obsessed with frozen treats. I, unfortunately, inherited that gene.”

“So…..ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” you concur, getting up to grab some bowls of the sweet stuff for the two of you to eat on the couch as you resume the movie that was interrupted by your earlier disagreement.

You must nod off because you wake to your phone alerting you to a new text. It’s Frankie, telling you that he’s on his way to your place to pick Evie up. Door’s unlocked, you reply as an invitation to come inside when he gets here.

You’re only half paying attention to the television when Frankie lets himself in, shutting the door quietly behind himself so as to not disturb movie night. You meet his eyes and nod your head toward Evie, who fell asleep in a pile of blankets on the floor a little while ago, and in the dim light from the tv, you see his eyes soften with a smile.

“She’s out cold,” you murmur when he gets closer to you. You pat the couch next to you, noticing the way he seems a little tired after his night out. “Boys night end early?”

Frankie looks at his watch, squinting to read the time in the low light. “It’s two am.”

“Ah,” you yawn. “That must be why I’m so sleepy.”

Frankie chuckles quietly, accepting the silent invitation to sit down with you. When you scoot closer to him on the couch bringing your fuzzy blanket with you, he can’t help but breathe you in, enjoying this moment, Frankie reaches for your hand that’s now wrapped comfortably around his arm, rubbing circles across the back of it with his thumb.

You watch the movie in comfortable silence for a little while, only half paying attention, before you break it. “D’you have fun tonight?”

Frankie hums an affirmative, leaning his head over on yours against his shoulder as he does so. “Did my two favorite girls have a good time watching terrible movies?” Your comment about bad movies being the backbone for modern cinema dies in your throat when Frankie’s words sink in. His two favorite girls? Plural?

You look up at him, eyes soft, and you know that if he looked down at you right now he would be able to see the adoration on your face, so you press your head further into his shoulder. “The two of us always have a good time.”

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie is watching you with the same adoration on his face, as he can’t help but thank whatever higher powers that he and Evie found you in this little town. As he feels his chest swell with warm feelings, he thinks once again of what Benny said. If Frankie confesses his feelings for you and you don’t reciprocate, things may get awkward, but if you feel the same and he never finds out, he could hardly live with it. Besides, as he spends time with you, Frankie has a suspicion that your feelings may be on the same plane as his.

Frankie’s hand that’s been moving circles across yours stops, and instead, he grips your hand in his, surrounding it with warmth. You turn your face back to Frankie’s and meet his eyes, and the breath hitches in your chest at how close the two of you are. “I think you and I would have a good time too.”

His deep voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine and your lips turn upward in a gentle smile. “Yeah?” Your voice sounds breathy to you, but you can’t find it in you to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“Yeah,” when Frankie’s nose brushes against yours, you can’t hold in the sigh that leaves your lips, your eyes closing in contentment. When he speaks again, Frankie’s breath ghosts over your lips, and warmth fills you.

“The guys were asking about spending the day with Evie tomorrow, they wanna have some time with their niece before they leave.” You hum softly, prompting him to keep talking. “I was thinking that while they do...it would be nice for the two of us to do something together.”

“Like a date,” you ask, your eyes opening once again. You’d hate to bring that up and be wrong, but your need for confirmation outweighs the risk of possible embarrassment.

When he nods, your fears dissipate and a smile lights up his face in the dark. “Definitely like a date.”

You bite your lip, looking down as your face warms, but Frankie reaches a hand to cup your chin, a silent encouragement to meet his eyes. The heat you find in them permeates you, and you find yourself nodding shallowly. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Francisco.”

“Yeah?” Frankie finds himself asking this time, his heart picking up speed at your affirmative repetition.

With a kiss placed oh so delicately to your forehead as if he’s reassuring himself that you feel the same way, Frankie turns back to the awful movie currently flashing across the tv screen. You follow suit, content to discuss the details of your date with Frankie later, a smile spreading across your cheeks even as you try to suppress it. With Frankie’s hand now back to holding yours and your head on his shoulder, you doze off, the presence of your two favorite people a comfort. And even in your dreams, you can’t wait to go on a date with your grumpy diner owner.

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Another Time, Another Life (Draco Malfoy x Reader) Part 3/4

-> A ball, a revelation, and a confrontation... Will it be a happily ever after or a tragic love story that had run its course?

Click here for Part 1 and Part 2

*Y/N/N = Your nickname

“You’re positive that there is no dress code for this pretentious ball?” Y/N asked him again, her head tilted to one side, clamping the muggle phone that Harry gave her as a birthday present between one ear and her shoulder.

“Apparently so at least from the letters that they sent us, there’s no mention of any dress code. Only that we have to wear formal attire.” Harry replied, “I have no complaints though, makes it easier for us.”

Y/N groaned, “Ughh tell me about it. Even without dress code I still don’t own anything appropriate enough for a ball of this scale. Godric knows how many people the Malfoys have invited.”

She stared at her reflection on the cheval glass mirror in front of her, biting her lip in frustration, tossing yet another dress that she deemed not up to standards to the mounting pile on her bed.

“Just pick a random one, *Y/N/N. I’m sure you’d still look lovely either way.” Harry said again, she can picture him shrugging on the other side while saying this.

“Alright.. I’ll figure something out. You’ll come here by 7 right?” Her eyes drifted towards the wall clock, showing the time, 6:15 p.m.

“7 on the dot, just as how we planned. I’ll see you.” Harry said, ending the call.

“Right, see you then.”

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed as she looked at her now half empty wardrobe. Why am I even thinking this hard about what to wear? It’s just a ball, I wouldn’t even stay there long.

Earlier, Harry told her that he’ll be wearing a crimson tie. Should she just match him?

Y/N walked towards the other side of her flat where a small wardrobe stands, this is where she keeps all the clothes that she rarely wears for whatever reason. There’s bound to be a red dress in there somewhere, between all the crammed raiment.

A shimmer of glittering fabric caught her attention, her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes scanned the forgotten dress. She carefully grabbed it by the hanger, the dress twinkling even more as the light from the lamps hit it.

This is it, this is the dress.

The dress fits her like a glove, Y/N wondered how in the world she has never worn this beauty before. She grabbed her wand and utter a spell to do her hair into an elegant updo, leaving some loose curled tendrils hanging down to frame her face.

She finished just in time when she heard a ‘pop’ and the Boy Who Lived appears in her living room.

Harry’s mouth formed a brilliant smile as he took her appearance in. “See what I mean when I said you could wear absolutely anything? You look stunning, *Y/N/N.”

Y/N returned his grin, “Glad I got your stamp of approval, you’re looking rather dashing yourself. Shall we?”

Harry nodded as he offers her his hand to link with hers, then they apparated together to Malfoy Manor.

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Both Y/N and Harry cannot recognize this new version of Malfoy Manor in front of them. The sprawling mansion that used to has doom and gloom written all over it has been renovated inside out.

The large hallways are still sumptuously decorated but now brightly lit, rococo style lamps in gold and silver lined the walls, casting a warm glow.

A steward welcomed them when they entered the front door and acts as their guide, navigating the otherwise labyrinth like hallways towards the ballroom.

Finally they came upon a towering gilded door, the soft sound of classical music coming from behind it.

“Here you are, sir and madame. Please enjoy your evening.” The steward said with a low bow.

“Thank you for the assistance.” Y/N replied, giving him a gracious smile.

Harry reached a hand towards the door and push it open, the door swung easily despite how heavy it looks.

The grand ballroom is crawling with revelers wearing suits and dresses in all shades of colors. A live orchestra is playing on the very center of the room, buzz of chatter and laughter can be heard from every corner.

“Wow... they sure spared no expense.” Y/N said breathlessly.

“That is an understatement.” Harry replied, voicing his agreement.

Feeling like a fish out of water, Y/N grimaced, “What are we supposed to do while in here again?”

“Beats me, *Y/N/N. I guess we can just go straight for the food and drinks?” He said as he shoved both hands in his trouser’s pockets.

“Brilliant idea, I’m way too sober for this.”

So that’s where the two of them stayed for some duration of the ball, in the back of the room near the refreshment tables. Gobbling down their shares of grilled oysters, lobster toasts, caviar, and champagne. Minding their own business away from prying eyes.

They were in the middle of a rather interesting chat about some gentleman in a hilarious looking lemon colored suit, when they were interrupted.

“Mr. Potter and Miss Y/L/N.... what a delight it is to have you here, I’m honored that the both of you decided to accept our invitations.” Lucius Malfoy said coldly, Narcissa Malfoy in tow.

They donned themselves in all black suit and dress, looking regal yet very much intimidating as always. Regardless, Y/N can feel that something is off about them, the air of haughtiness that they used to carry themselves with now seems rather.... faux. In fact if she might say so herself, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy looked rather timorous and on guard.

“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” Y/N answered in a noncommittal tone, masking her face into one of civility. “I really enjoyed the food, it was exquisite.”

“What she said.” Harry spoke, giving them a slight nod. Y/N had to resist the urge to smile at her friend’s behavior.

Narcissa smiled, “I’m glad you think so, I arranged it all myself. Have you had the chance to dance? We hired the orchestra all the way from Vienna.”

“No we haven’t yet, we were too busy munching the hors d'oeuvres.” Harry replied with a polite smile. After all he kinda owed his life to her.

Narcissa nodded understandingly, “Please do take yourselves for a dance or two if you’re up for it, the guests are eager to catch a glimpse of our celebrated war heroines.”

She then turned her eyes towards Y/N, “And of course it would be a waste of such beautiful dress if you stay in the shadow, Miss Y/L/N. You are a vision in red.”

Before any of them could answer again, Lucius Malfoy tugged his wife away and they continued on their rounds, playing the perfect hostess.

A rather upbeat sonata started playing, sending flocks of excited people gravitating towards the dance floor. Even Harry bobbed his head and tapped his feet along to the tune.

“Wanna go for a dance? This one seems fun.” Y/N asked, offering him an outstreched hand.

“I would love to my lady, be my guest.” Harry take hold of her hand and lead her to an empty spot on the dance floor.

Despite them not knowing what kind of dance they’re supposed to do since this tune is not exactly for ballroom dancing, they decided to just roll with it and made up the moves as they go. Swaying and taking turns in twirling each other. Laughter bubbling in her throat, feeling much more relaxed than before.

The couples around them seemed to be doing the same, no one moves in sync, but still they all managed to make quite the crowd.

“Switch it up, ladies and gentleman! Partner up with someone else.” Someone from the orchestra spoke.

Harry and Y/N look towards one another, “Would anyone even notice if we just stay together for the rest of the dance?” He asked.

“With the state that we’re all in right now? Doubt it.” Y/N said as she made no move to look for another dance partner.

Someone tapped Harry on his right shoulder, “May I cut in?” A smooth voice said, making the both of them stop and turn to see the intruder.

Draco Malfoy stood in all his glory, looking sinfully handsome in his black suit and crisp white shirt. Not a single hair out of place. A far cry from how he looked when Y/N last saw him in the trial chamber.

“Beg your pardon? What exactly are you trying to do, Malfoy?” Harry said defensively, putting a hand on her lower back as he tugged her closer to him. The motion didn’t go unnoticed, something flashed briefly in Draco’s eyes before he maintained his cool.

“I was just asking Y/L/N to dance with me, didn’t you hear that we are supposed to find a new partner?” Draco fired back aloofly.

“What is your game here? You could have just asked one of your friends like Parkinson or Greengrass over there, they too are short of partners.” Harry continued.

“Well I found myself rather fancying for Y/L/N’s company, it’s not as if she’s your girlfriend, Potter. She is allowed to dance with whomever she likes.” Draco retorted, not backing down. In fact he is fuelling the fire.

“See that’s the thing! How could you even think that Y/N would like to dance with you of all people?” Harry said with a scoff. “Right, *Y/N/N?”

Y/N noticed that they’re starting to create a commotion and some closest to them have even stopped dancing to watch what exactly is going on.

Not wanting to have a fight on hand, she cleared her throat, “It’s okay, Harry. Just one dance, people are starting to look, leave it be.”

Harry still looked unconvinced but she gave him a reassuring nod, then he nods back. “I’ll be around if you need anything.”

Y/N refocused her attention towards Draco, “Let’s dance then if you so insist.”

Draco throw her a charming grin that would’ve knocked other girls from their feet, but not her. “Indulge me, Y/L/N. I have been waiting to dance with you for hours.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Have it your way, Malfoy. Let’s make it clear that I’m only saying yes because I don’t want to cause a scene at your parents’s party.” But still she accepted his outstretched hand and let him pulls them closer together.

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Draco Malfoy turned out to be an excellent dance partner, not that it surprised her, his parents probably made him took ballroom dancing classes the moment that he could walk. Purebloods and their propriety, it’s rather old fashioned really.

“This feels rather nice, doesn’t it?” Draco said, breaking the silence between them.

As much as she wants to deny that, there’s something about being this close to him as his arms wrap around her that feels just... right.

“Only because you’re being a decent human being for once, Malfoy.” Y/N replied nonchalantly.

“That has some truth in it, I do apologize for all the times when I’ve been an arse to you and your friends.”

Y/N sniggered, “Draco Malfoy can actually apologize, huh? What has the world come to. Your poor pride must be in shambles now.”

Instead of throwing back a remark, she’s surprise to see him giving her an earnest smile. “I found that when it comes to you, Y/L/N.. I tend to forget all my principles.”

“Is this your attempt at being charming?” She said teasingly.

“That depends, is it working?” He asked with a curious tilt to his head.

“Perhaps.” She answered smoothly.

“Perhaps.” He echoed back.

They were silent for a moment as the dance demanded for a twirl, carefully spinning her around and ensuring he’s not stepping down on her dress.

“The decoration is magnificent, it kind off reminds me of the Yule Ball.” Y/N said, stirring them into another conversation.

Draco almost froze in his tracks and cautiously approached the subject, “What do you remember about it?”

Y/N gave him a weird look as in, “Do you think I got too drunk back then that I didn’t remember a thing?” but decided to comply.

“I went with Oliver Wood and I wore a jade colored dress, definitely a good night for me.” She said as she smiles at the memory that resurfaces. “Your date was Pansy Parkinson right?”

“Yes... but I didn’t exactly dance the night away with her.” He said quietly.

Y/N raised an eyebrow his way, “Oh? What happened?”

She can see the look of hesitation on his face and in the way that his mouth keeps on opening and closing as if weighing the words that’s on the tip of his tongue carefully. “I was with you.. that night I ditched her to accompany you instead.”

Y/N jaw dropped open, “How hilarious, Malfoy.”

“No, Y/N. I’m being serious.” And the look on his face tells her enough that he is indeed not joking, that it compelled her to shut her mouth.

“Wood left you to talk with a quidditch scout who also attended the Yule Ball. Probably lost track of time while trying to butter that person up.”

Y/N felt her head getting heavier and a migraine starting to throb her skull. “I don’t remember any of that.... you’re lying. I was with him the whole night and we even walked back together to the common room.”

“Y/N/N...” Draco whispered out her nickname, “It was me who walked you back.”

She broke away from him, earning a few curious glances from the surrounding couples.

“I’m sorry but you must excuse me.” She said, not even bothering to look up at him as she left in a hurry.

No matter how big this ballroom is, she still feels suffocated.

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Y/N escaped the confines of the ballroom and wander aimlessly, not even paying attention to where she’s headed. Her whole body feels feverish. She just knows that she needs to find some fresh air to breathe in.

With some luck she founds herself in front of a glass door that leads to a small balcony. She muttered a silent prayer and let out a relieved sigh as the door swung open.

She closed her eyes, deeply breathing in and out in a controlled motion to calm her erratic heart. What was it about his words that bothered her so? For Godric’s sake this is Malfoy that we’re talking about! He loves twisting other people’s mind.

Y/N slumped against the railing, settling her burning cheek on the cold granite. She probably looks real pathetic if anyone happen to pass by.

She doesn’t know how much time has passed since then, but her body tensed at the sound of the balcony door behind her opening. A soft pitter patter of steps slowly making its way to her.

“You really should come with a warning label or an instruction manual, Y/N.” Draco Malfoy’s voice broke the silent night. Even the noises from the party doesn’t reach this part of the manor.

“That’s rich coming from you, Malfoy. Honestly why do you constantly feel the need to be soo bloody annoying.” She shot back weekly.

“Is it okay if I join you?” He asked.

“A bit late for asking don’t you think? But please don’t mind me, it’s your house after all and I’m just a guest.” She answered, gesturing with her hand for him to come and stand beside her.

“What was that back inside, Malfoy?” Y/N internally chastised herself for the tremble in her voice.

“There is something that you have to know, Y/N. Something about us.” He replied just as quietly.

“I—I don’t get it, there was never an ‘us’ so what are you talking about?” Her hands started shaking again but she forced it into a fist to steady herself. It takes an awful lot of effort for her to believe her own words because somehow, she knows that there is something more to this situation and she’s about to find out.

“I have to do something first but I need you to trust me, can you do that?” He asked.

Despite her common sense that is screaming at her to just turn around and get as far away as she can from there, her body betrayed her and she founds herself nodding.

Her eyes followed his every movement as she watches Draco slowly pulls out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit. He lift both hands up, his wand still tightly clutched in his right hand, but he’s trying to convey that he means her no harm.

“Ready?” He asked, once again asking for her permission.

“Ready.” She replied while steeling herself for whatever is about to come.

And then she felt as if her body is flung into another dimension.

White erupts all around her, scenes flashing by soo fast. Faces.... soo many faces. She almost drop to her knees, most likely from motion sickness, but then it all stopped.

And then she sees it. Her memories of Draco. Him stealing her for a dance in the Yule Ball when she thought she would spend the rest of the night sulking in some abandoned corridor after Oliver left her. Draco who insisted on being her partner in Potions and kicking Seamus out of his seat beside her, saying that it’s for her own good unless she wants to risk being exposed to frequent explosion. Draco who discreetly lended her his sweater when he saw her shivering during Care for Magical Creatures class. Draco who erased himself out of her memories and out of her life.

Y/N gasped in pain, feeling as if she just got stabbed over and over again as the hurt comes rolling in waves.

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!!!” She screamed in agony, throwing herself his way, pinning him to the ground as she shakes him by his shoulders.

Tears blurred her vision as her body shook with violent sobs. She felt broken in soo many ways that she has to fight hard just to anchor herself at the thread of reality.

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m soo fucking sorry.” She felt him crying too beneath her.

He tug at her arms, silently asking for permission to pull her into his arms. Having no fight left in her, she allowed herself this sliver of comfort. Although in this very moment, she wants nothing more than to hurt him as bad as he had hurt her.

“Why, Draco? How could you do that to me? To us?” Y/N asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice sounds soo devastated, it pains him to no end to see her this way.

“I had no other choice, Y/N/N. I can’t let Voldemort use you against me, I can’t put you in danger just because I’d love nothing more than to have you by my side forever. Believe me, love. I did it all for you.” He croaked.

“I just don’t get it.... how could someone care for another and still take so much from them?”

“But it saved you a great deal of trouble! Like back at my trial when they asked you whether or not we were involved. Had I not taken your memories away, you wouldn’t be able to lie your way out under the veritaserum.” Draco retorted, clearly frustrated.

“Still, Draco..... Believe me if our situation were reversed, you’d be as angry as I am. Having your memories taken away from you like that is horrifying, I feel soo violated.”

Slowly she untangled himself from him and sits up, despite everything that has happened, she could still feel her heart reaching out for him. It still craves him and she doesn’t think that there would ever come a time when it won’t.

Draco followed her lead and sat himself, leaning his body against the railing. “I’m so sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused you, for all the pain that I’m still causing.”

Y/N stares at his face, the person that she once loved with all her being. “I don’t know what to say, Draco... I don’t even know if we can go back to how we were before all this.”

She watched as his face fell but there’s understanding in his eyes, “I know, starlight. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N stood and clean the invisible dust from her dress, not that it makes it appear better, the skirt is all rumpled now.

“I... have to go. Thank you for the invitation.” She said, putting on a mask of cool indifference even though under all that, a violent storm is tearing at her very soul, but she has to be strong, for herself.

“Thank you for coming... Be safe, Y/N.” He replied meekly, but he managed to give her a small smile.

Y/N nodded and just like that history is repeating itself, but this time it’s her turn to walk away from him.

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Y/N made her way back to the ballroom, her eyes frantically scanning the room for Harry.

She saw him standing at the other side of the room and she walked briskly towards him.

Harry immediately noticed that something’s off, “Are you okay, Y/N/N? Do I need to fight anyone?”

Y/N smiled at her bestfriend, “That would be one hell of an entertainment to see but not tonight, buddy. Can we leave now?”

“Absolutely.” He said as he offered her his arm and they walked together towards the exit.

Turned out that it is actually quite late and some people have decided to call it a day too thus why Lucius and Narcissa are standing near the door to say their farewell to the returning guests.

When it is Harry and Y/N’s turn, Narcissa suddenly laid a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “May I have a moment, dear?”

“Of course, Mrs. Malfoy.”

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Narcissa leads her to a parlor room not too far from there and offer her a seat at one of the plush settee.

“I would like to apologize for every wrong that I and my family have done to you, Miss Y/L/N. Our list of misdeeds are long and unforgiveable but all of us are paying for our sins. I wish you nothing but all the best that life could offer and Merlin knows how much you and your friends deserve it.” She said in a soft voice, shame painted her face.

“Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I couldn’t speak for all of them but I know that me and Harry share the same sentiment especially towards you. I’d also like to thank you for sparing Harry’s life back then, if it weren’t for you, we would never be here.” Y/N replied, giving her a warm smile.

“You’re too kind, dear. We deserve far less than that but still I thank you for your clemency, but I’m afraid there is something else that I would like to talk to you about.”

“What about?”

“My son.” Narcissa said.

Y/N unconsciously gripped the edge of the settee as her thought floated back to the moment at the balcony.

“You know?” Y/N asked.

“You’ll find that rarely anything ever escaped a mother’s eye, Y/N.” Narcissa answered, “I know that what he did is wrong and it is yours to decide whether or not you will let him in your life again, but there is something that I’d like to give to you first.”

Narcissa walked towards a drawer and pull something out, a parchment.

“Draco wrote this sometime ago, it is for you.”

Y/N took the letter with shaky hands, “Why are you giving me this?”

“Draco might be a very difficult person, Y/N, but if there is one thing that I know for sure is the fact that my boy is completely in love with you.” Narcissa said as she smiles her way, “And I believe that he has chosen the right woman to anchored his heart to, you are a formidable force, dear. And I admire you for that.”

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A/N : WHEW okay I think this was rather intense, what do you think?

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