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[rhaenyratargayen]

style // s.b.

summary — you’re the only one for sirius black and the thought overwhelms him.

word count — 3.3k

warnings — smoking cigarettes, intimacy issues, but lots of fluff.

a/n — another intimacy issues fic? oop. // my second fic for @natasha-romancff ‘s taylor swift writing challenge, my prompt is the song Style.

Y/N’s bare feet padded along the wooden floor of her home as she shuffled towards the kitchen, the small, cozy home lit by a single lamp in the corner of her living room. Her eyes squinted as the light from inside her fridge illuminated the small space as she opened the door. She pulled out a pitcher of water and a glass from the cabinet, downing the cool liquid as it soothed her sore throat.

Her black heels had been discarded by the door, her hair that was once styled to perfection fell lazily along her shoulders. Still, she was clad in a tight, baby pink skirt that clung to her hips, a sliver of her skin showcased between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her black tank top. Last but not least, a leather jacket hung from her shoulders, too large to have been bought for herself, but a gift, a memory, that kept her warm.

Her girlfriends had dropped her off just moments ago before they continued on to their next club of the night, they insisted she come along, claiming, “the night is still young, Y/N/N” but the absence of a dark haired dream at her side the past two weeks plagued her more than she would like to admit it.

She was taken from her thoughts as a low engine hum sounded outside her door, her brows furrowed as she set her glass down on the marble countertop and glanced out the window facing her front yard. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight, a black motorcycle with none other than her handsome, dark haired dream.

He shrugged off his helmet as she watched. Locks of dark hair fell perfectly as he removed the helmet, falling into place, a singular strand dancing closely between his dark eyes. His stark white tee shirt was a sharp contrast to his other strictly black clothing; dark jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of boots.

She rushed quickly to the door, opening before he could even knock softly. His eyes widened as he saw her, where once was a characteristically accurate straight lipped blank expression was now a gentle and charming grin, where his lips turned upward at the sight of the girl he longed to see.

He stepped forward, assuming the open doorway was a direct invitation, one he’d received many times before with how often he stayed at her house. But his brows quickly furrowed as the door moved to close, the gap between the two of them narrowing subtly. He immediately looked to her again, his eyes flitting between her own, searching for any discomfort or pain.

Her body was hidden behind the doorway, the swoop of her loose hair falling behind her shoulder, the black strap of her tank top being the only indication of her outfit. She swallowed when he made eye contact with her, finding it difficult to refuse him when he pleaded so softly to be with her.

The truth was, he hadn’t stopped by in weeks. The last time he saw her he was leaving her bedroom in the early hours of the morning, she chased his lips for a trail of kisses as he reluctantly left for work, promising her he’d return that night; he never did. She spent the next week and a half in a pit of sorrow, his lively personality and euphoric touch being her favorite source of dopamine.

It wasn’t until her girls dragged her from her bed that very day and convinced her to go out that she was able to regain balance on her own two feet. She was a confident woman, a strong character who held her own, and while she was perfectly capable of a life without such an intoxicating lover; she would rather not live without him.

“You were gone for two weeks, Sirius.” She raised a brow, the slow hint of anger in her chest slowly unravelling, overshadowing any sorrow that she held on the frontlines.

He blinked, a taste of bitterness on his tongue, he hadn’t expected her anger. But Sirius Black was not foolish, he hung his head low as he embraced the shame of his actions. Standing in her presence now, there was no excuse acceptable for the time he took from her. He was constantly reminded of how easily she had him wrapped around her finger, and it was that thought in particular that led him to flee in fear of falling deeper in love with her in the first place.

He cleared his throat, “Y/N–”

“I don’t want an apology.” She sighed.

“– You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

She paused. Her poker face was incredibly well put together, a drawn out gaze taking in his demeanor despite the uproar of butterflies swarming in her stomach at his very words. And her heartbeat picked up when she looked into his eyes, dreamy and grey, there was no other match for her.

The moment she opened the door she was in his arms, he’d scooped her up into his hold before she could take a breath, but judging by the way she sank comfortingly into his hold led Sirius to believe she was accepting his affection.

His face tucked in the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses that drew out a soft moan from her lips. He smiled, the familiar sound rang like a perfect symphony in his mind. He continued into her house until her back met the countertop of her kitchen, her back arching as he leaned in closer to her.

“Merlin, I missed you.” He exhaled, his warm breath coating her chilled skin.

She clung to him, the soft, cotton material of his shirt bunching up in her fists as she thought of letting him go again.

“Don’t you ever disappear like that again, do you hear me?” She ordered.

“Never again, love.” He pulled away from her neck and stared down at her in the dim lighting.

He admired her for a moment, his hand raising to cup her face as his thumb drew along her bottom lip. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he leaned down slowly, placing a soft, delicate kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Don’t be a tease.” She whispered.

Sirius smirked, a light, angelic chuckle falling from his lips. He dipped down closer to her, connecting their lips at last. He moved slowly against her, his tongue tracing her lips as his chest warmed at how easily he remembered the shape of her.

She reached up to keep their lips together as she felt him move away, he indulged her, grabbing her face gently in his large hands and pressing a firm kiss to her yearning lips. She only pulled back when he broke into a smile.

“Let’s go for a ride.” He mumbled against her lips.

And she was putty in his hands then, already begging for the feeling of the cool air whipping past her as she clung to him on the back of his bike. She nodded, a giddy agreement that brought a smile to his lips, showing off his pretty teeth. He laughed and grabbed her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he led her out to his bike.

He handed her the extra helmet on the back of his bike, the one she wore many times before. Sirius watched silently, his heart soaring at the sight of her so eager to be with him, his skin grew warm at the thought of her arms wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

He tilted his head as he leaned down towards her, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips before he pulled away with a smirk, admiring the grin that rose to her lips. Sirius tugged on his own helmet then revved his engine as he sat down on the bike.

“Hold on tight, love.” He smiled over his shoulder.

Once he felt her delicate hands clasping around his middle, he picked up his boot clad foot from off the ground and drove out of her driveway.

It was night out, the breeze was just cool enough to create a fresh film over her skin without growing chilly. The echo of her laugh had Sirius’ heart pounding, he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t a symphony of angels behind him.

He drove her through all her favorite roads, the roads with large turns over the highway that allowed her to toss one hand in the air. They drove through backroads, occasionally stopping at a lonely stop light where he’d reach back and rest his hand on her thigh, gently rubbing his calloused thumb over her smooth skin. The sensation brought goosebumps to her skin and she’d lean forward and press a kiss to the leather of his jacket over his shoulder.

Most of the time their drives never had a destination, it was the cool night and the proximity between the two of them that made riding his bike so enjoyable. But tonight, Sirius pulled off on a backroad they hadn’t taken before. He waved through the turns of the road until he arrived at the vacant lookout just off the road.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Black.” Y/N teased as the engine turned off, stepping off the back of the bike and taking off her helmet to admire the night sky.

“Had to make it up to you somehow.” Sirius replied, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly.

He felt her grow tense at his words and he stopped immediately, loosening his hold in case she stepped away. But she didn’t, instead she placed her hands over top of his and interlaced their fingers, running her thumb over the back of his hand.

Sirius felt the weight release from his chest, her physical comfort bringing his mind out of the depths so painlessly. Sirius often thought of her as his anchor, whatever it was that the two of them shared he hadn’t experienced with anyone else.

He leaned down again then, and pressed a much longer, deeper kiss to her cheek, peppering shorter kisses along her jawline to draw out a giggle from her lips.

Y/N led Sirius to the bench that looked over the viewpoint. He released her hand only to jump onto the bench, spreading his legs as his feet sat on the bench while he sat atop it. He held out his hand to Y/N, his eyes remaining on the night sky, and led her to sit between his legs.

Sirius pulled a cigarette from his pocket, the faint smell of tobacco blowing past Y/N’s nose, a tell tale sign Sirius Black was around. He lit the cigarette and held it to his lips, inhaling softly his eyes fluttered closed, his free hand tangling in her hair. As he pulled the cigarette from his lips he rested his chin atop her head and reached his hand around to hold the cigarette between her lips. She took the end between her lips and inhaled slowly, the rush of the smoke filling her lungs and Sirius’ hand caressing her jawline had goosebumps trailing up her skin.

They sat in silence, admiring each other and basking in each other’s presence as they finished the cigarette. Sirius finished it off, moving now to sit properly on the bench, ultimately pushing himself closer to Y/N as she shuffled comfortably in his lap.

“You look good in that jacket.” Sirius mumbled, his voice carrying softly into Y/N’s ear from where his head rested on her shoulder.

“Yeah?” She smiled, leaning her head back to rest against Sirius.

“Yeah,” He nodded, dipping his head down to kiss her jawline softly, “It’s sexy.”

“Oh?” She teased, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ve both got one then, isn’t it?”

Sirius exhaled a humorous breath before settling back comfortably against the back of the bench. He watched Y/N as she watched the sky, his attention easily drawn to the most beautiful sight of the night. Who cared about the sky, he’d seen it plenty of times anyway.

It was quiet for a little longer, and while it was definitely comfortable, there was an empty space waiting to be filled, words waiting to be said that inched closer to the tip of Y/N’s tongue with every passing moment. She debated over whether or not to say something at all, for fear of ruining the moment with her lover, but her mind traveled to the weeks she felt alone and she owed it to herself to know the truth.

“Sirius.” She spoke up.

He hummed in response.

“...Where were you?”

Sirius paused behind her, his body stiffening slightly. The silence from him scared both of them, Sirius, for the lack of response he could conjure, especially to someone like Y/N, who always seemed to read his mind anyway. And to Y/N, for the abyss of possible answers she awaited.

Y/N swallowed, “Were you with… someone else?”

Sirius’ eyes widened, his body shifting from stiff to almost in shock, like all of his muscles flexed at once. He felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of even being with someone else the way he was with her. And although her question stung the very core of his heart, he recognized the consequences of his actions, and his mind ached at the thought of all the fears the girl in his arms had faced in his absence.

He cleared his throat, “I know I don’t exactly have the best reputation when it comes to dating... and you have every right to be wary of me,” He swallowed, “But every moment I was away from you I was alone.”

The weight on Y/N’s chest sank with a thankful breath, and while she no longer felt the fear of her lover being with another, Sirius’ words still hung in the air, unfinished.

“Godric, ‘m a coward, Y/N.” Sirius scoffed under his breath.

Y/N furrowed her brows, shifting in her seat to partially face Sirius. Her hands gently caressed his jawline, lifting his gaze from his lap where he fiddled with the zipper of her jacket to her curious and comforting eyes. He exhaled slowly as he made eye contact with her, the warmth in her presence slowing his heart rate.

“Talk to me.” She exhaled, raising her thumb to swipe over his furrowed brow.

Sirius bit his lip, the words were threatening to spill from his lips, both of them knew he would tell her anything, it was the courage he lacked in getting there that got him into this mess in the first place.

“I was scared.” He admitted.

Y/N tilted her head, moving slowly so as not to frighten Sirius as his walls crumbled brick by brick.

“Of what, Sirius?”

“Bloody hell,” Sirius sighed, almost humorously, “Intimacy? … How ridiculously in love with you I am? The ache in my chest every time I bloody think about you when you’re not around?”

He chuckled lightly, sarcastically, the effect of the intense emotions spilling from his lips going right over his head as he missed the look on his lover’s face; teary eyes and a glowing smile.

“Merlin, it’s like I’m going mad,” He shook his head, “That's why I left, that’s why I was a coward. I was afraid of how quickly I was falling for you, I couldn’t even think straight.”

Y/N felt the wetness of a single tear fall from her eye, coating her cheeks. She swiftly wiped it away as she continued to admire Sirius, her actions and the sniffle from her nose drawing his attention to finally look at her.

“Darling,” Sirius tilted his head, confused by her reaction to his words but moved to comfort her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist to hold her to him, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I promise I won’t ever leave you like that again–”

“Sirius,” She interrupted, her voice soft and gentle, filled with adoration and a pinch of humor. He loosened his hold on her to allow her to look up at him.

“Why are you smiling now?” Sirius furrowed his brows, chuckling lightly as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Because I love you, Sirius.” She nodded, “I love you and I always will.”

The thoughts circling Sirius’ mind were too many to count, he had just confessed the fears behind his stupid actions and she was telling him she loved him? He longed to question her, and he would, but the look on her face drew him in like a sailor to a siren.

He cupped her face gently in his hands and brought his lips to hers. He exhaled against her, the initial feeling of her so closely to him had his brain going fuzzy. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of her, the smoothness of her skin beneath his calloused hands and the sweet smell of her shampoo filling his every breath. It was intoxicating.

Sirius guided her hips as she moved to straddle him, her fingers tangled in the longer strands of his hair at the back of his neck. Her nails lightly scratched at the back of his head, tugging softly at his long hair. He moaned softly into her mouth, the feeling had her breath stripped from her lungs. As she moved to deepen their kiss, Sirius suddenly stopped and pulled back.

Y/N looked down curiously at him, lips swollen and eyes hazy, a view Sirius took a moment to admire before he spoke.

“You’re not angry with me?” His voice was so gentle, as if he were afraid of the answer.

She sighed, a light grin on her lips as she kissed his lips softly once more.

“I’m not angry with you,” She shook her head, “I’m glad you told me, even if your timing was a little off. I love you, and the only reason I was so hurt was because I thought you didn’t love me back–”

“Of course I love you.” Sirius interrupted, he smirked as he chased her lips.

She giggled, indulging him with a few gentle pecks to his lips, gasping lightly when he reached up to hold the back of her neck, keeping her in place as he kissed her deeply.

“I know that now, Black.” She teased, speaking softly against his lips.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” Sirius continued, “But I promise you I will say it every second for the rest of my life if you asked me too.”

“Hmm,” Y/N tilted her head, pretending to mull over the thought, “I quite like the sound of that.”

Without hesitation Sirius kissed her fiercely, only pulling apart to mutter the words he so enthusiastically wished to shout to the entire world, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he covered her face in sweet kisses, from her cheekbones to her jawline, to her lips.

“Alright, love–” Before she could protest he cut her off with another kiss.

“I love you,” He chuckled.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed softly as she caught her breath.

She settled comfortably in his lap as their laughter died down. It was only a few moments before Y/N was yawning, her head falling softly on Sirius’ shoulder as sleep threatened to take over. Sirius smiled fondly, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He felt the overwhelming intensity of love for her, he felt heat strike in his chest, but he knew now that it wasn’t a feeling to shy away from. Instead he embraced it, allowing himself to indulge in every moment with her.

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[breadqueen95]

Dress - Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc: 5k

plot: bucky and y/n’s relationship is new, and they don’t want to share with their friends just yet. but something as simple as a dress can change anyone’s mind, even the winter soldier. 

content warnings: kissing. physical affection. flirting. allusions to sex. drinking. being drunk. language. bucky being a flirt. 

a/n: this is for @natasha-romancff and her taylor swift writing challenge! it took me awhile, but i’ve had a ton of fun writing this. so many bucky fics are angsty, and rightly so the man has some TRAUMA. but for my first bucky fic, based on dress by taylor swift, i wanted something happier for him 

***

Damn. That was a lot of leg.

“I don’t know,” you muttered as you stared into the mirror, “aren’t these things…a little classier than this?”

“Uh…have you met Tony Stark?” Natasha grumbled as she continued to scroll through her phone. “The man has never been classy a day in his life.”

“Well I know he isn’t, but fancy people show up to these things. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.” You were currently standing in front of the full-length mirror in Wanda’s room, staring at the reflection of a woman who didn’t quite look like you.

But it was you, wasn’t it? It was just…that you was wearing a very short, very sexy red cocktail dress. The sweetheart neckline was a nice touch, but the back was completely open. And that hemline? Definitely hiked way up past your knees.

“Y/n, relax,” Wanda reassured in her lilting accent, “sure, the dress is a little…spicier…than you’re used to, but it’s in a good way.”

“I’m pretty sure every single person would be able to tell I spend my days in tactical gear. God, I’m not sure I even know how to walk in heels this high!”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Natasha threw her phone down and looked at you in the mirror. Her eyebrows were raised, and she was giving you her usual ‘don’t give me that shit’ look. It nearly had you shaking in your very strappy black heels.

“Are you kidding me, y/n? I’ve seen you strut in enough fancy parties during undercover missions to know that you’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” Wanda scoffed as she took a sip of red wine from her glass, “all she’s nervous about is what Bucky will think.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide how much that sentence affected you.

“C’mon, Wanda. You know Bucky and I are just friends.”

“Do friends undress each other with their eyes whenever they’re in the same room?”

Damn it. Damn Wanda and her stupid perceptiveness.

“You’re reading too much into it, Wanda.” She just laughed at you, acting like she knew so much better.

What you knew and wasn’t ready to admit to your two best friends, was that she was right on the money.

Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier, your favorite person in the entire world, was now your boyfriend. He had been for a few weeks now. The two of you were insanely private people. Hell, it had been years before the two of you had finally learned everything about each other. Once you had gotten past the walls the other had so carefully crafted, well…

At that point you were in love.

But the others didn’t need to know that, not yet at least. The Avengers were a family, your family. They were really the only true family you’d ever had. But Bucky…Bucky was finally yours. And you were his. You didn’t think it was crazy to just want to enjoy that, just the two of you, without everyone else sharing their jokes and opinions just yet. They did it out of love, you both knew that, but you just wanted him all to yourself.

As you looked back at your reflection in the mirror, you took a minute to really consider what Bucky’s reaction might be. He had the best poker face in the room no matter who he was with, but you knew him well enough to know how he was feeling just based on his eyes. He’d always said how much he loved red on you, and he adored every and any excuse to touch your skin. Those steel blue eyes of his would absolutely burn once he saw you in this dress.

And fuck, that was something you really wanted to see.

“Well, if you aren’t going to wear that dress, you better pick something else,” Nat said, jerking you from your fantasies, “we need to be there in twenty minutes, and we all need to touch up our makeup.”

“Actually…I think I’ll wear it,” you said confidently, trying to hide your grin as you ran your hands down the silky fabric.

What you didn’t see was Natasha and Wanda sharing a secret smirk behind you, like they’d known what you’d do the whole time.

***

Six weeks ago, everything had changed for you and Bucky.

You’d known how you felt for a long time. Bucky Barnes, despite his past, was the kind of man anyone could fall in love with. He was sincere, kind, generous, witty…everything you’d ever wanted in a partner. He had been your best friend for even longer.

It had been a long time before you could even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him. After everything the two of you had been through, who had the time and mental capacity for romance? It just didn’t seem important. You just chalked up your feelings to being such close friends. All you wanted was to be near him, even if you just sat in silence doing different things. Just being in the same room as Bucky brought you a sort of peace you’d never had before. Whenever he touched you, even if it was just a brief hug or brushing your back to get past you, your skin erupted into goosebumps. But that was just because physical touch was still foreign to you, right?

And his smile. God, his wonderful smile…

Bucky didn’t smile much. He hid behind a mask of stoicism, a remnant from the trauma of his horrible history as the Winter Soldier. Showing any sort of emotion, especially happiness, was hard for him. But when he finally let himself smile? It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever see.        

It took several sleepless nights wrestling with those confusing feelings to figure it out. You didn’t just see Bucky as your best friend. You had it bad. Not just “oh my god he’s so handsome” bad, like the “I would take a bullet for you I’m so in love” bad. That revelation? It left you euphoric. It also left you scared.

Because you were so sure Bucky didn’t feel the same. And that thought was like a knife to the heart every time it flashed through your mind.

So you kept it to yourself. You tried to keep things as normal as possible, but your heart kept fluttering whenever he walked into a room. Being so close to Bucky meant you confided in each other about pretty much everything, and he knew you well enough to know you were hiding something.

It all exploded on a Tuesday night in the compound.

Tuesdays were your movie nights. Bucky had a lot of pop culture to catch up on, so on this night every week he would come by your room to watch a movie. It was a weekly tradition that kind of started by accident. You were shocked he still hadn’t made time to watch Lord of the Rings, so you forced him onto your couch with popcorn and The Fellowship of the Ring. He loved it so much, and immediately asked if you guys could watch The Two Towers the next week. How could you say no to him?

Tonight, you were watching 13 Going on 30. It was your all-time favorite romcom, and you figured you could both use a break from all the action and fantasy movies you’d been cycling through. Something with a happy ending was worth indulging in.

“Does that Matt guy look like Banner to you? Or is it just me?” Bucky asked through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Heh, maybe a little,” you said, “Give or take a few years.” He laughed at that, and you forced yourself to laugh quietly. You wanted to blurt out your feelings every time you looked at Bucky, so you’d gotten quieter and quieter every time you spent time with him. It was an awful reaction, and you knew he noticed. But it was better than losing his friendship, right?

After that awful and painfully obvious forced laugh, Bucky let out a huge sigh and paused the movie. He set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then turned to face you. Exasperation and hurt glimmered in his eyes.

“Y/n, what the fuck is going on with you?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t give me that,” he said sharply, “I know you better than anyone, and I know for a fact there’s something you’re not telling me. Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, god no!” You exclaimed.

“Well it must be something I did, because you’ve never been this quiet around me and it keeps getting worse. I hate it, and I want to know what I did so I can fix it.”

“Bucky, I’m serious, it’s nothing you did—”

“Then why? Why are you shutting me out?” He cut you off angrily, arms thrown wide. “You’re my best friend, I just don’t get why—”

“I don’t want you like a best friend, Bucky!” Your eyes went wide as the words flew from your lips. In the most comical way, you clapped your hand over your mouth as if you could stop the words that had already been said. Bucky’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

Oh fuck. He didn’t get it. Curse him and his old man ways.

“What does that even mean, Y/n? Are you saying you don’t want me around anymore?”

“Bucky, of course not. God, I would never want that. Never in a million years.”

“Then you better explain, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m over 100 years old. I need a little help here.”

“It means, uh…um,” you stuttered, wringing your hands together. “Is there any chance we can just forget I said that?”

“Nope, not a chance.”

“It means…it means that I care about you. As more than a friend.”

His entire face seemed to crinkle as he processed that. If you weren’t freaking out, you’d be obsessing over how damn cute it made him look. Then his eyes got wide as he began to make the connection. Your stomach nearly fell out of your ass as his eyes lifted again to meet yours.

“I…I think I know what you’re saying,” he nearly whispered, “I just need you to get real specific real fast, because I’m not about to say anything until I know exactly what you mean.”

“It means I’m in love with you, okay?” You burst out. Even through your mortification, there was a sudden sense of relief. A secret as big as that had definitely been weighing you down. Now that it was out there, that was one less thing you had to worry about.

His eyes grew even wider. How that was possible, you didn’t even know. That beautiful mouth of his began to turn up into a small smile as he gazed softly at you.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked, his smile getting wider with each passing second.

“What, you need it carved into stone or something?” You couldn’t help but sass him. Did you fucking stutter?

“No, it’s just…I never thought you’d feel that way about me.”

“Well, clearly I do. So you – wait, you mean you’ve thought about this before?”

“Of course I have,” he said as he shrugged, “I’ve been in love with you for two years now, how could I not think about it?”

You were instantly filled with warmth and pure bliss. In all your obsessing over your own feelings, you’d never allowed yourself to consider that he might feel the same about you. It just didn’t seem possible.

“I’m sorry,” you burst out, holding a hand up, “you’re telling me you’ve been into me for two years and didn’t say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” He shot back, inching closer to you.

“Because you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you because of stupid feelings I have.”

“But…I have those same ‘stupid feelings’ for you. So can we just cut the whole act and get on with it?” Bucky brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin so gently.

“Uh…um…get on with what?”

“Well I’d kinda like to kiss you, if you’re cool with it.”

“Bucky Barnes did you just use current slang to ask if you could kiss me?” You didn’t move an inch as his face moved right in front of yours, breath intermingling as you gazed into each other’s eyes. God, was this really happening?

“Yeah, guess your lessons worked,” he murmured.

“Well you better kiss me, then.”

As soon as your lips met, it was like coming home.

***

That memory, your favorite memory, replayed in your head as the three of you stepped into the elevator. Nat and Wanda were happily chatting about who would be there, what kind of antics Tony would cook up tonight, if there would be music we could actually dance to. You know, normal party things.

All you could think about was how long you had to stay until you could sneak off with your boyfriend.

You were so happy Wanda and Natasha had convinced you to wear this dress. When you’d first put it on, the difference from your normal look was so jarring that it took you a few minutes to get used to it. But now that you had, now that you felt the silky fabric shifting against your skin as you moved, now that you saw how dangerously long your legs looked in these heels…

Damn, you felt sexy.

And that sexy feeling? It made you want Bucky’s hands all over you.

But this was a party. A party thrown by Tony Stark, one of the most perceptive and observant people you’d ever met. If you left too soon, if he thought you weren’t “having enough fun”, he’d be more than a little upset. So you had to stay, drink, mingle, maybe dance a little…and then, maybe later, you could go do what you actually wanted.

The elevator pinged, indicating you had reached the topmost floor of the compound. This floor was home to a huge communal space, often used for just hanging out with the team. But on nights like tonight, Tony went all out and turned the space into something that resembled…a club?

The three of you stepped out into the massive room, upbeat music already blasting from the speakers. Typical Tony – he never really outgrew his love for dancing and parties. The bass thrummed through your body, making you want to move to the music. The lights were dim, but you could still tell who was around. It looked like you were some of the last members of the team to arrive. There was a huge bar off to the side, and Natasha headed that way right away. You turned to ask Wanda if she wanted to follow Nat, but she was already making a beeline for Vision. Smiling, you just turned right back around to follow Natasha. A drink sounded pretty good right now.

As you made your way to the bar, you felt more than a few pairs of eyes on you as you walked. You sneakily looked around as you went, noticing men and women watching you with admiration, and dare you say it, longing. As someone whose job was to blend in with the background all the time, this was a different and slightly addictive feeling. You leaned on the bar next to Nat right as the bartender slid her drink over to her.

“Straight whiskey tonight? Damn, going hard.” You quipped.

“Hey now, you know I can handle my liquor. It’s you we need to watch out for, you lightweight.”

Laughing, you scanned the party guests, looking for the one person you wanted to see. Tony had had arm around Pepper’s waist, both laughing at something Rhodey had said. Bruce lingered around them, drink in hand and looking a little nervous, but still happy to be included. Wanda and Vision were sitting quietly on one of the couches, both looking absolutely smitten with each other. Scott Lang, one of the newest additions, was busting some moves, while Peter Parker laughed as he watched. Thor, who was visiting from Asgard, laughed boisterously as he watched various guests try to lift his hammer. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. You loved these people so much.

Then, you saw him.

Bucky was with Sam and Steve, as usual. But even as Sam and Steve were talking animatedly next to him, those gorgeous blue eyes of his were glued to you. There was a kind of intensity in them you hadn’t seen before. Your breath whooshed from you body as he grinned at you. Trying to maintain the suggestive image your dress gave you, you managed to send a flirtatious smile his way, then turned back around to face the bar. Leaning against the counter, you knew he’d get an eyeful of your bare back. God, this was fun.

The bartender finally made his way over to you, and you ordered two tequila shots.

Nat turned to you, one eyebrow arched in surprise as she asked, “And you say I’m going hard? You can’t just down two shots right away, babe.”

“I’m not doing two shots; you think I’m stupid?” The bartender slid the shots over to you along with two lime wedges. “One is clearly for you.”

Unable to hold back a laugh, Natasha put her arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her side as she said, “Why the fuck not, let’s do it.” The two of you went through the process: salt, shot, lime. You couldn’t help but wince as you downed the harsh liquor. Of all the shots in the world, tequila probably tasted the worst. The only reason you kept going for it was the warmth it traced down your body, and you felt your muscles begin to loosen up.

“Two more,” you called over to the bartender.

“Uh, no,” Natasha shot at you, grabbing her whiskey, and pushing off the bar, “I’m good with my top shelf shit, you keep going after that gasoline if you want but I’m out.”

“C’mon, Nat,” you called out, “what am I gonna do with two shots?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone else, babe.” She said with a wave over her shoulder.

Sighing, you turned back to the ridiculously pretty bar (seriously, how much had Tony paid for this thing?). Who else would help you look cool and sexy at a bar for your secret boyfriend?

Okay, that was the cringiest thought you’d ever had. Gross.

As the bartender slid the tequila in front of you, you steeled yourself for the nastiness that was about to happen.

“Fuck, I didn’t think this through,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, you tend to do that,” a deep voice answered on your right. Instead of being the slightest bit surprised, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Something I can do for you, Barnes?” You looked up at him from under your lashes.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got an extra shot there. Thought I could bail you out.”

“Is that all?”

Bucky shifted so that your arms were just barely touching. His hand was right next to yours, and you reached out with your pinky to lightly brush his.

“Doll, you have the gall to show up in that dress and ask what I want as if you don’t already know?”

“Sorry Buck, I’m a little slow, must be the tequila. You should probably be a little clearer.”

Putting on quite the show of reaching for one of the shots, his mouth somehow ended up right next to your ear.

“I want you.”

It was lucky everyone was so distracted and couldn’t see how you shuddered at his words. Trying to maintain brain function, you managed to take the shot with him. You were now fully facing each other. He was wearing the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen, one that would put Tony Stark to shame. You couldn’t help but respond with that same energy despite the jitteriness his three little words had reduced you to.

“Well why don’t you—”

“Hello, my friends!” A booming voice sounded between you as Thor threw a huge arm over each of you. Bucky, with his stupid super soldier strength, didn’t really have a reaction to it. You, on the other hand, stumbled a little under the weight and force of it. “It’s so good to be back with you tiny humans.”

Was��was he slurring his words?

“Thor…are you drunk right now?”

He simply laughed in response. Well, that answered that.

“Of course I am, tiny person! It can’t be a party without good Asgardian wine.”

“Wait…you have literal god wine?” Bucky, who had a look of vague irritation on his face up to this point, now looked interested. Maybe even a little excited?

“Of course, metal appendage.”

“Dude, you can’t just call Bucky ‘metal appendage’—”

“He can if he lets me have some,” Bucky interrupted.

“We have a bargain!” Thor slapped Bucky on the back before scurrying back over to where he had come from, probably to get the wine he had promised.

“Bucky, you can’t even get drunk,” you hissed, ��what exactly is the point of this?”

“Since everything happened, I haven’t found any alcohol strong enough to get me drunk. I figure god wine is worth a shot.”

“Bucky—”

“When I kiss you against a wall later, I wanna be a little tipsy,” he whispered in your ear, “that cool with you?”

Unable to keep yourself from smiling again, you nodded as Thor sauntered back over. Ever since that moment a few weeks ago, right before he kissed you for the first time, asking “is that cool with you?” had become your thing.

And the idea of Bucky kissing you against a wall? Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

***

As it turns out, Asgardian wine is just as potent as Thor had promised.

For the first time in over seventy years, Bucky Barnes was certifiably drunk. It made him feel like the Bucky from all those years ago, and it was the most incredible thing. Here he was, over 100 years old, partying, and all his favorite people were here.

Including his ridiculously hot girlfriend.

Even as they both flitted around the party, Bucky and y/n still found each other’s eyes, even from across the room. They would send winks, smiles, even funny faces. All he wanted to do was be right next to her, talk and dance with her all night…

But they had agreed. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret for now, keep the attention off of them for a bit while they got to know each other in this new way.

But god damn, that dress.

Y/n in red was…indescribable. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was always the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. But in red? In this dress?

She was breathtaking.

“Buck, you breathing?”

A hand waved in front of his face, snapping Bucky’s attention back to the people around him from Y/n’s back. He had been imagining putting his hands all over that back later and had gotten more than a little mesmerized. He managed to get his eyes to refocus, finding a drunk Sam smirking right next to him and an even drunker Steve dancing next to him. But what Steve was doing couldn’t really be called ‘dancing’ per say…more like an aggressive wiggle.

“Why wouldn’t I be breathing?” Of all the things he could’ve said to get Sam’s attention off of him, that wasn’t it.

“Uh, probably because the girl you’re in love with decided to show up and show off tonight? Pretty sure you’re drooling, man.”

Despite himself, Bucky slapped a hand across his mouth, only reducing Sam to wheezing laughter. Knowing he had been caught, he rolled his eyes and grimaced a little. Of all the people to catch him, he wished it hadn’t been Sam.

“I wasn’t…staring… at y/n, I just never see her dressed up is all.”

“I never said anything about the girl being y/n.”

“…fuck.”

“LANGUAGE,” Steve yelled out, pointing a finger at his two friends before returning to his shimmying.

Turning back to him, Sam added, “Just go be with her, Buck. You’re not fooling anyone, and neither is she.”

“We’re that obvious?”

“A few weeks ago you’d at least try to hide it. Now I’m surprised you’re not jumping each other’s bones right here right now.”

“Point taken,” Bucky said, lightly slapping Sam’s shoulder before power walking over to his girl.

***

“Nat, if you don’t stop asking about Bucky and I’s relationship, I’m going to kick you,” you called over the music before taking another swig from your glass. It was no Asgardian wine, but the human stuff wasn’t half bad in your opinion. It wasn’t like you could drink the god shit, anyway. If you had even one sip, you’d be swinging from the ceiling like Miley fucking Cyrus. You were pretty drunk as it was.

“Okay, fine,” she said with a shrug as she took a sip of her whiskey, still as calm and collected as ever. “You’re almost as drunk as he is, you’ll be talking soon enough.”

“Oh? Is that your spy master plan?”

Natasha was still looking as unbothered as ever, but as she looked across the room over your shoulder, her face split into a savage grin.

“It was, but it looks like I might not need it.”

“What do you me—”

Your words were cut off as a large, warm hand enclosed around yours. Whirling around, you were suddenly face to face with the man himself. Bucky was clearly having a good time. His mouth was relaxed into the cutest smile you’d ever seen him wear, and he moved without his normal stiffness and intensity. He threaded your fingers together, smiling down at you with so much love it was a wonder Nat hadn’t said anything yet.

Looking back in front of you, ready to explain yourself, you only found empty air. Guess she’d seen all she needed to, but honestly, you really didn’t care. All you’d wanted the whole night was to be exactly where you were right now; hand in hand with the man you loved.

“We’re just kidding ourselves, doll,” Bucky called next to your ear, “Sam said we’ve been pretty obvious.”

“Nat said the same,” you answered with a sheepish smile, “kind of hard to keep my face under control when you’ve got that leather jacket on.”

“You’re blaming me?” He asked with mock indignation. “You’re the one who looks,” he gestured wildly to your whole body, “like that!”

Trying ignore the heat spreading over your cheeks, you shot back, “Like what?”

“Like the most…” he screwed his face up in the most adorable way as he searched for words, “like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” As the last few words tumbled out of his mouth, he gazed at you with such a softness you almost melted right into the floor.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, finally giving up the game. It was pointless, really. Now, all you wanted to do was for your boyfriend to keep his promise and kiss you against a wall.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he answered, “Absolutely.” Without looking at a single soul, the two of you began walking as quickly as you could for the exit. You and Bucky were both leaning on each other a bit, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Stepping out into the light of the hallway, you blinked as your eyes adjusted after the dark room you’d spent the last few hours in. Bucky led you until you were right in front of the elevator, and he lazily pressed the button to go up. There was tension in the air between you, like a thread that was being pulled. Biting your lip, you stared at the doors in front of you. You knew if you so much as looked at the man next to you, you’d jump him right then and there.

The shining doors slid open, and the pair of you walked in, his strong arm still around your waist. His grip wasn’t loose in any sense of the word. Bucky kept you right next to him, even as your legs wanted to drift all over the place. You pressed the button for the residential floor.

As soon as those doors slid shut, that thread of tension snapped.

Bucky whirled you to face him, then walked you backward until you were pressed against the wall of the elevator.

“I promised I’d kiss you against the wall, didn’t I?”

He didn’t even wait for a response. His mouth was on yours in an instant, lips moving together like a dance. The kiss was slow and unhurried. You tried to bring him closer, linking your hands behind his neck and pressing yourself to him. Instead of responding in kind, he unwound your arms from around him and pinned them above your head.

Oh damn.

Okay.

No complaints here.

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night just by wearing that dress, sweetheart,” he murmured in between the kisses he trailed down your jaw, “I think it’s my turn.”

“Would it change your mind knowing I only wore this dress so you could take it off?”

The heat that bloomed in those blue eyes of his was unmistakable. As the doors opened on your floor, he swept you up into his arms and began to walk purposefully to his apartment. All the while, he kept that signature cocky smirk of his you’d come to adore.

“Bucky?” You asked once he’d walked into his unit.

“That sentence was the single most attractive thing you’ve ever said,” he murmured as he set you down. Even still, he kept you pressed against him. “But nah, I’m a patient guy. I think I’ll take my time.” He followed this by resuming his slow and sensual kisses, and you couldn’t help but melt into them.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that, doll. I love you too.”

***

[redroomwidows]

Mr. Perfectly Fine

SUMMARY: Y/n was in love with James, she would of stayed with him forever. However it wasn't meant to be and after they break up, Y/n is broken while James is perfectly fine.  (Based off Taylor Swift's song, Mr. Perfectly Fine.)

This is a part of @gcdric’s Taylor Swift writing challenge. Yes I wrote this in a day because I either have inspiration, or I don’t. I might have to ask to do another fic after this lol.

REQUEST: This was originally requested by @montsepliego, who wanted a fic based  off a single line, but I really wanted to adapt it to the whole song.

Then I saw gcdric was doing a writing challenge, so i thought I’d enter with this. I’ve actually never done a writing challenge before, but this was actually really fun! Thank you for letting me participate! 

WORD COUNT: 660

WARNINGS: angst...not a lot of dialogue if that matters.

A/N: Disclaimer: I LOVE jily, they’re one of my favourite ships and I love James, I just had to make this angsty.

Also, stream Fearless (Taylor's Version).

James Potter x fem! reader

James Potter.

He was gorgeous. Y/n had often wondered how she got so lucky to be dating someone so genuinely nice and caring, someone who would do anything for her and love her. That’s what he had told her at least, he told her he was there to stay, that he’d never leave. 

He’d joked that he was lucky to not have to wait his whole life to meet her and on nights she was feeling insecure about their relationship, James had told her he’d be by her side forever. To everyone else, they seemed to be hopelessly in love, just two teenagers who looked to be the type of couple who in ten years at a school reunion, would still be together, talking about their happy suburban life.

But that was then, and this was now, and now it was far from that.

The two had broken up, and to say people were shocked was an understatement. James had been acting differently after the summer holidays, and Y/n and everyone who knew him noticed. Eventually, two weeks into seventh year, James had ended their relationship suddenly and without explanation.

He’d changed his mind about her and Y/n was bitterly reminded of all her past relationships. James had called her past partners stupid for letting her go, yet now, he had done exactly the same thing. How could she have been so stupid to think he’d be any different?

Y/n thought she’d be with him forever and then he’d changed his mind, decided she wasn’t what he wanted. How was she supposed to move on from that? How could he move on from that?

But he did move on from her, quickly to say the least. While she was being dragged out of bed by her roommates, he was back to his usual self, pulling pranks and flirting with one Miss Lily Evans. 

To the rest of the school, it seemed the break up was mutual, because that's what James told them. Y/n had heard him be asked about her in the Great hall and somehow, he always managed to change the subject, turning everyone's attention to him. Explaining how he was perfectly fine. Had he forgotten about her? 

Had he forgotten that they spent months together? Had he forgotten that he’d promised to never leave her and reassured her she was the ‘only girl’ for him? Had he also forgotten that he just broke up with her without explanation after all that? That he’d apologised lamely the next week when her friends mentioned how upset she was?

He didn’t have to watch her cry that night he broke it off, or watch her tear up every time something reminded her of him. But her friends did. 

And her friends had to be the ones to tell her about the news of James’ new relationship barely weeks after they’d parted ways. Y/n couldn’t blame Lily, she could never blame Lily because Lily was kind and caring and Y/n understood why James and everyone else liked her. 

Eventually, Y/n had to move on and she did, the sadness turned to anger and the anger turned into nothing. Because James Potter had moved on, so why shouldn’t she? He had forgotten her name, so why shouldn’t she forget his?

But she supposed it was a shame that he’d left her, because eventually Lily would realise that he wasn't what everyone thought, and something would shift in their relationship. By then, James might miss her, but he’d be too late because Y/n was once happy to stay with him, to maybe start a family with him. But now, she knew how he could be and didn’t want to be anywhere near that, yes, she was still healing from months of love and affection being ripped away from her, but she knew she’d be okay. 

One day, she’d be perfectly fine as well.

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[onlyfreds]

Sparks Fly | F.W.

Title: Sparks Fly

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When you’re with Fred, sparks fly.

A/N: This is for @gcdric​’s Taylor Swift Writing Challenge for the song “Sparks Fly”

(Author’s POV)

They were the most unlikely pair. Nobody would have thought that the most mature, most intelligent, and most level headed student in her year. Would end up with the one of the most immature, most mischievous, and most cheeky people in Hogwarts.

He were a rainstorm, she was a house of cards.

They warned her that he was reckless, and she should be running.

But she didn’t care, in a way she was just like him: stubborn.

Since the two of them were practically inseparable, they were almost invincible, they were almost indestructible.

Her wits and bravery combined with his (and his brother’s) knack for pranks and interest for chaos. Hogwarts didn’t know what hit them.

(Reader’s POV)

“Run!” George yelled as we heard Filch’s bellows down the hall, our prank had been successful. And now to follow our number one pranking rule: Don’t get caught.

“Let’s split up!” Fred yelled over the atmosphere of chaos we had just created, Fred grabbed my hand and pulled into the left corridor while George and Lee ran towards the opposite direction.

When we thought that we had already placed a great distance between the “threat”, we stopped at a secluded hallway to catch our breath.

Fred and I leaned against the wall, I glanced at the boy next to me. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the perspiration. Droplets of sweat dripping down his neck. Godric, how on earth could someone run a marathon and still look so damn hot.

“Enjoying the view love?” His voice pulled me back to reality as a cheeky smirk grew on his lips.

I avoided his gaze as I felt a blush rise up to my cheeks.

He moved, so he was standing right in front of me.

He placed his right hand on the small of my back while his other cupped my cheek, I held on to his shoulders for balance.

We were so close, close enough for me to hope that he couldn’t see what I was thinking off.

His line of vision alternated from my eyes to my lips, he started to slightly lean forward, but a small meow caused up to pull apart.

We turned and saw Mrs. Norris staring right at us, tilting her head to the side as she let out another small meow.

“That’s our cue to run, isn’t it?” Fred asked.

I nodded, “Definitely.” As we started to run before Filch could find us.

“Let’s hide here.” Fred said as he pulled me into the nearest broom closet.

The space in the closet was so small, that we were almost pressed against each other.

We heard footsteps approaching the closet, Fred and I looked at each other, desperately trying to think of an escape plan.

“I’ve got one.” Fred suddenly said, “But, it’s mad and probably the craziest idea I’ve ever thought of.”

“As long as it doesn’t get us caught then anything works.” I said.

He bit his lip, “I guess it’s time to drop everything now.” He muttered before leaning forward and connecting our lips together.

I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. Already deciding that this was the best idea he had ever thought of.

He pulled away for a moment and whispered, “Jump.”

I did as I was told, wrapping my legs around his waist while he pushed me against the wall, reconnecting our lips as he deepened the kiss.

The door of the closet flew open as a smug and familiar voice said, “Woah, didn’t quite expect to see that.”

We pulled apart as we saw George and Lee standing by the door, I pulled myself out of Fred’s grasp as the two of us started blushing like crazy.

“Where’s Filch?” Fred asked, trying to diffuse the awkward tension.

“He caught us. We have detention for the rest of the week.” Lee said.

George smirked, his twin’s shoulder as we made our way back to the common room, “So, finally made your move loverboy?”

Fred chuckled, “Not really, we just thought that Filch was coming and that was the best coverup we could think off.”

The younger twin snorted, “Yeah right. Kissing in a broom closet as a coverup.”

“They could’ve just kissed on the sidewalk.” Lee added.

I smacked them both on the back of the head as I tried to fight the blush that attempted to paint my cheeks.

“Ow.” They both complained as Fred started to laugh.

I smiled, “That’s what happens when you two don’t shut up.”

--

It was Summer break before our final year, and as usual, I was spending it at the Burrow.

Fred and I were cuddled up on the couch while I read a book.

“Y/N?” He suddenly said, “Can I ask you something?”

I put down the book, looking up at him, “Sure, what is it?”

He licked his lips, running his fingers through my hair, “Well, it’s something that I’ve been feeling about this girl for a while.”

My heart dropped, I have liked Fred for a while, but I knew that he only saw me as a sister, “What about her?” I asked, trying hard to hide my disappointment.

Fred smiled, “She’s just so amazing, She’s so brilliant. She even manages to light up a room just by existing even when the lights go down. She gives me something that haunts me whenever she’s not around. I swear, sparks fly whenever she smiles. But the problem is, she might not feel the same way.”

I managed a small smile, lucky her, then I mustered up the courage to ask, “Who is she?”

Fred placed his hand on top of mine, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand, “Her name is Y/N L/N.”

I looked at him, not believing what I heard, “Come again?”

He held eye contact, repeating what he said, “Her name is Y/N L/N.”

I was shocked, I was the girl he was describing, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

He grinned sheepishly, “So, what do you say? Be my girlfriend?”

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

“How’s that for an answer?” I asked, biting my lip as we pulled apart.

He chuckled, “I didn’t get it at first, how about we try again just to make sure?”

“Ever so cheeky.” I playfully scoffed before pulling him in for another kiss.

--

“Hello, baby girl.” The familiar voice of my boyfriend cooed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I giggled, turning around to face him, “Hello handsome.”

“Busy day today, isn’t it?” He asked, burying his head into the crook of my neck.

I chuckled, adjusting his tie, “Quite. But that means business is booming.”

He smiled, pressing a brief kiss on my lips, “Yep, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to take care of my baby girl.”

“Oi! Oi!’ George’s voice could be heard from the other side of the room, “The two of you are supposed to be working, not flirting!”

“Yeah, we were about to get back to work asshat!” Fred called as he gave another brief peck before running off to assist some customers.

Once the twins closed up the shop for the day, Fred dragged me up to our shared bedroom faster than you could say goodnight.

“Use a silencing charm you two!” George reminded as Fred shut the door, pushing me against it and pinning my hands next to my head.

“You’re in for a very long night baby girl.” He said with a smirk.

I giggled, I’m on my guard for the rest of the world. But when it comes to Fred, I know it’s no good.

--

“Fred? Fred!” I call frantically, running through Hogwarts.

The battle was finally over. We had won.

But in the middle of all the chaos, Fred and I got separated. I knew in my heart that I had to find him.

But what if he was-? No. I couldn’t live with that. I had to find him.

I saw a familiar group of redheads gathered around in the Great Hall.

“Freddie?” I called out hopefully.

To my relief, my boyfriend turned around and greeted me a smile as I ran straight into his arms.

“Thank Merlin.” He breathed a side of relief, cradling me closer to him, “I was worried sick about you woman.”

“Same here.” I said, hugging him tightly, “I don’t know what I’d do if I found out that you didn’t survive.”

“Kiss me.” I pleaded, “Take away the pain.”

He chuckled, “I’d be happy to assist with that.” He said, before crashing our lips into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

--

It had been a few months since the battle ended. Everyone was still trying to get back to normal, but we were making progress, nonetheless.

Fred and I sat in the garden of the Burrow, watching the stars, connecting the constellations.

He hummed as I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

It took me back to the time we went to the Yule Ball together in our 6th year.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me love.” Fred joked with a small wink, as I looked up at him.

I laughed, “How can I keep my eyes on you when you’re basically stepping on my toes every other minute.” I teased as he spun me around.

“You wound me love.” He said, “I’m an amazing dancer.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “Whatever you arrogant asshat.”

Fred’s voice pulled me back to reality, “Penny for your thoughts.”

I smiled, resting my head on his chest, “Just thinking about the time we went to the Yule Ball.”

He grinned, “I was such an amazing dancer, wasn’t I?”

I snorted, “Yeah right. You stepped on my toes every two minutes.”

“No, I didn’t” He defended.

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t”

“Yes, you did.”

The exchange went on for a few minutes, before we both called it quits and we proceeded to watch the stars.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life. Ya know?” He said softly.

He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his eyes.

“I’m captivated by you, like a firework show.” He said before connecting our lips together into a slow, sweet kiss,

In that moment and every other moment I spent with him, I swear, sparks fly.

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[gryffindors-weasley]

Lover

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: After a day of unpacking and delving into memories, a moment of fondness is shared with your lover.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of food, fluff fluff fluff, kissing

A/N: This is my fic for @gcdric ’s Taylor Swift writing challenge! It’s based off of the song ‘Lover’. Lyrics I’ve used will be bolded and italicized!

The day was quite perfect, you must admit; almost as if it’d been just so in correspondence with your plans. The late afternoon sunshine cast warmly across your skin, beaming bright before the clouds sweep over it fleetingly only to return just as glowing as before.

It was beautiful as you stood in front of the little cottage before you. You must have gone back to do so a thousand times by that point, but it was an act all too irresistible as you gazed at it, hand enveloped in Ron’s. It was your house.

It stood much shorter than the Burrow, most anything was now that you thought about it, but it radiated the same kind of warmth nonetheless. Wildflowers sprinkled and flourished tall and bright amongst the grass in patches of blues and yellows and reds, sprouted up from around the edges of the cracked stone slab pathway leading to a very golden yellow front door. The roof bowed inward a bit at the center, a chimney standing on the far left side of the sweet little home.

Moss and vines had mingled and curled up the side of the stone house, swirling around the door and curving around the window above it on the second floor. A small set of matching yellow benches had sat on either side of the door, its paint chipped and worn with use, telling of their exposure to the elements, but you think you like them better that way. Perhaps your favorite part was the wind chimes that still remained, singing softly each time the wind had pushed them together. It was all encompassed by a wooden sage green fenced, the numbers of your address stamped on a metal oval slab fixed to the very front. You could have asked for a better place to live with the love of your life, it was entirely more perfect than you could have imagined it to be.

Even with the beauty and dream come true standing right in front of him, Ron still couldn’t manage to hold his gaze on anything but you. With the four times you had come to the very end of the walkway to admire just what your fate had been, he found himself looking at you each and every time. He always did that when you were around, and he always would. When you’d catch him doing just that, the crimson burning in his cheeks was expected and far too worth it, for your smile melted his heart when you casted it upon him.

His hand squeezed your own as he smiled, taking a moment to admire the soft smile you held as you looked at your very first home, your forever home. And the way your gaze bounced around every little detail and every little flower. He took one last look before his smile widened at his next words.

“Love, we’ll be unpacking clear into next month if we come back out here a fifth time,” he quips, your own grin widening as you turn your head and look at him.

“Be quiet, Ronald, or there just might be a sixth,” you counter with a smile so sweet his heart nearly leaped out of his chest right then and there. But rather than gushing over you he simply scrunches his nose in response to the use of his full name, in response to your lighthearted teasing he so fully loved.

He’s got no time to gaze at you a moment longer as you squeeze his hand, tugging him along the stone path to the front door and slipping inside the house as your laughter trails behind.

Box after box littered almost every surface you could think of, the only thing of use having been the mismatched furniture dotting around the living room and kitchen, and the unmade bed upstairs. Most of the boxes had been opened simply to see what was inside before they’d been left in favor of looking in another or sharing a kiss far too distracting. Some of said boxes had been dented, their corners pushed in from when Ron and Fred had dropped them, but it’d been far too amusing to hold even a drop of anger about it. Unbeknownst to you it’d been your very lover’s fault, having been so caught up and fawning over the way you’d twirled in the living room, the breeze catching in your hair and a smile on your lips—so caught up he’d stopped abruptly and promptly got run into by his brother following just behind him.

The laughter that left your lips was much too worth it for him to care about most anything else, especially Fred’s grumbling and swat to the back of his head. Okay, maybe he’d interrupted his adoration to toss a glare in his older brother’s direction.

A gasp sounded from you and pulled his attention, and he watched as you pulled something out of a box labeled ‘Miscellaneous’. In your hand was a very crooked and poorly taped wand, a thin layer of dust coated on it. He hadn’t used it in quite a while, having gotten a new one that has yet to be broken, yet to be encountered by the Whomping Willow.

“You saved it?” He asks, laughter in his words.

“Of course I did. How else would we honor the very first time you stole your dad’s car?” You tease, tapping it against the very tip of his nose. While his heart fluttered at the thought that you’d pulled it from the trash and saved it, he snatched it from your hand with a frown soon turned to a smile.

“It doesn’t really work anymore, you know,” he says, brushing his thumb over the tape he’d put there just over a decade ago.

“Maybe it’s just the user and not the wand,” you quip, his eyes narrowing at you as you stifle a laugh.

“No way!” He raises the bent wand his eyes fixed on the lamp seated on a small table by the window. “Wingardium Leviosa.”

The spell is spoken with the utmost of concentration, the lamp in question rising very wobbly off the table before clattering unceremoniously to the floor. He flinches at the dreadful noise and you couldn’t fight your laugh any longer as you stole it back from his hand.

“Reparo!” You state, watching as each broken shard had mended with its matching piece, each fitting together so perfectly it’s like it’d never been broken at all.

Ron bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of your triumphant smile. You were right, you were always right. But, with a simple movement of his hand and a glowing orange beam of light, you found yourself pulled to him with ease, Carpe Retractum falling from his lips.

“I’m quite better at magic than you think, love,” he murmurs, smiling against your lips as you kiss him.

Your laughter puffed against his lips as you kissed him once more, spinning from his embrace much to his dismay in favor of digging through more boxes. “If you insist.”

He hadn’t missed the smile that had accompanied your teasing words, and you hadn’t missed his, and he was tempted to utter that spell once more just so he could kiss you again for far longer than just a mere moment. In fact, to do so until the end of time seemed perfectly well to him.

You pulled back a flap of another cardboard box that had yet to be labeled, smiling at the sight. You tugged the tangled clump of Christmas lights out, it’s cord thoroughly, knotted and woven with itself in what surely will be a pain come time to hang them up. In that moment, the thought hadn’t bothered you quite as much as it assuredly would in three month’s time, your smile beaming and bright.

“You kept these?” You ask, mimicking his earlier tone. He chuckles, nodding as he fumbled with the end of the cord that hadn’t been so terribly mangled.

“Christmas lights are essential to the holiday season, you know,” he defends. Regardless of your playful teasing, you knew just how much he liked them when it came time for the festive spirit. Well, they came second only to the assortment of cookies made every year without fail. “I suppose we can leave them up for as long as we want to now, can’t we?”

“This is our place, we make the rules.”

He smiled at the very thought, you both shared the same smile for that matter, and you knew for a fact that you’d been thinking of the same thing. You could make the rules. You could stay up past midnight to read without complaint of the glow of the lamps light streaming through floorboards and waking one of his siblings. He could practice quidditch with you in your very own backyard without his mother worrying over you both from the sidelines, though you’d done a well enough job worrying over him when she’s not around. Ice cream can be had for breakfast and breakfast can be had for dinner, dishes can be left in the sink and you can sleep in together till however late you wanted.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “yeah, we can.”

He takes a moment to look around the small living room, at the bookshelves encompassing nearly the entirety of the far wall. You’d filled that readily with your shared books, taking little effort to fill the old wooden shelves with stories read at least two times over. Scattered amongst them sat picture frames and trinkets, photographs of the two of you so gingerly placed behind glass frames to display a moment forever captured. Some of them were polaroids labeled haphazardly with the date they’d been taken, a brief caption scrawled at the bottom. Some of them had been family pictures taken by his mother, gifted to him for the time the day had come that you two could display them in your own home and you most certainly did.

Tiny treasures sat amongst them—bookmarks still tucked in books, little gifts from hogsmeade tucked atop shelves. Even the since emptied bottle of broom oil you’d gotten him for his birthday in fifth year. You knew he’d been eagerly excited to be a part of the quidditch team, his dreams of being a keeper rapidly becoming more than just dreams. He opened that little gift and saw that little bottle, something that might have seemed so awfully simple and practical to just anyone else. But the thought behind it was something more than just simple and more than just practical, even if your shared feelings hadn’t been known just yet. So there, in front of old books and photos, sat a little glass bottle, it’s label worn and faded as dregs of broom oil sat at the bottom.

He looked to the couch, it’s fabric frayed and worn in a few spots and edges. His cherished Chudley blanket taken from his childhood bed lay strewn across the back of the checkered material. The blanket you made after you insisted you could crochet lay splayed beside it, put together in uneven squares of colors that didn’t match as much as you’d hoped. Regardless of the outcome, Molly had been quite proud of it, and she adored the time well spent with you in the making of it.

He thought of how Harry could come and stay the night, for old times sake, Hermione too. There weren’t any guest bedrooms, so the living room would have to suffice. The couch and the loveseat hadn’t been too terribly comforting for slumber, but you suppose with a few extra pillows and blankets it’d be just fine. They never seemed to be one to complain anyway, always simply happy to spend time as a group without worry of danger or life changing events anymore. That very moment was put behind you six, nearly seven years prior.

It was fine, and everything was okay.

Your gasp had pulled him from his thoughts once more, his gaze finding you as you tugged his old quidditch sweater from a box labeled ‘Important: Do Not Lose’.

It was torn at the collar and a few strings of yarn had been pulled free from their stitching, and certainly it was washed more than a few times to rid it of its smell. You loved the tattered thing to pieces, he knew that. He knew from the very first moment you’d worn it that it’d been more than just a sweater to you. He remembers the way you smiled upon slipping it over your head, and the way you let the cuffs curl over your hands. He remembers the way you nuzzled into it that very night, the smell of cinnamon and a bit of his cologne still lingering on the fabric. He knew from that very first moment that it wouldn’t be the last time you’d stolen it from him, he knew you loved it and for that very reason he’d stopped his mother from turning it into a commemorative blanket.

You pulled it over your head, that very same smile on your face as there always was when you wore it. It hung from your shoulders in heaps of maroon and golden yellow, effectively staving off the cool September breeze. He’d had plenty more quidditch sweaters and jerseys considering his once fond hobby had turned to a career, but none of them seemed to hold as much sentiment as this.

He couldn’t help the way his heart swelled with pride when you wore it, when he thought of just how proud you’d always been. Even when he hadn’t had a successful match, even when he hadn’t been at the top of his game—you still cheered for him fiercely and boasted so highly of him that his cheeks burned at the mere thought. Whether it was just the two of you on the quidditch pitch the night before a match against Slytherin or it was from the stands at a match hours from home, you had always done it.

You looked so utterly beautiful, so completely radiant he felt his heart just might burst in his chest should you be anymore ethereal. He hadn’t known how he’d gotten quite so lucky, but he had.

You look to Ron across the unfinished living room, his smile soft and beaming and focused entirely on you.

“What is it?” You ask, laughing softly as your cheeks flush under his gaze, your hands smoothing over the yarn. The look on his face then is photo worthy, but holding it in your memory will have to suffice.

“Dance with me?”

Your smile widened, heart hammering in your chest with lovestruck excitement at the mere thought of it. Not to mention the grin tugging so cutely at the corners of his mouth that made it absolutely impossible to keep from mirroring it. It was often that Ron Weasley’s actions spoke far louder than words, that a simple look could declare a thousand ‘I love you’s’. It was then, in that very moment as he stood contently amongst a dozen boxes yet to be unpacked, that the look he so lovingly held just might’ve spoken a million.

You walk to him without a second’s hesitation and take his offered hand, squealing when he pulls you close. His own laughter soon fills the room as he twirls you once, twice, the action wonderfully dizzying as you settle into a rhythm not quite in sync with each other. His smile was beaming and bright as the sun streamed into the room, everything it landed on golden and orange.

“Ron Weasley, I thought you hated dancing?” You say, your smile just as teasing as your words.

“People change, right?” He shrugs, quick to rain a flurry of kisses across your flushed cheek as his laughter presses into your skin. That is, until he’d parted from you just enough for you to see a glimpse of realization cross his face. “Don’t tell my brothers.”

Your laughter is immediate as you kiss him, his brief moment of panic simmering into a smile that’s nearly too fond for his own good. “I can’t make any guarantees.”

He groans in protest against your very kiss, lifting you up to spin you in his arms in the sweetest of retaliations. Somehow, he believes the lifetime of teasing from his brothers would be entirely worth it if only to see you smile, if only to hear you laugh.

“I’m only kidding, my love,” you giggle, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, sure,” he grins, kissing down your cheek.

Can I go where you go?

This very moment was one that’d stick with him for the rest of his life, happily, one that he’d get to live each and every day and the thought alone was unbelievable. It was your house, your home, a place entirely the perfect fit for the two of you to flourish and thrive and spend for seasons in. It was a culmination of the very things that made the two of you who you are.

Truthfully, he’d follow you anywhere without hesitation. He’d travel to the very ends of the earth if it meant he’d be with you, and you the same. He knew since he was sixteen that he’d wanted to be wherever you were and wherever you will be. He hadn’t thought at the time that he’d wind up in a home amongst the rolling hills, tucked away to yourselves. He hadn’t thought he’d even have the nerve to tell you he loves you. His future had been far brighter than he could have ever imagined it to be.

And you, you were right where you wanted to be, right where you needed to be. Ron Weasley was the love of your life, a dull moment never shared. You felt you could do just about anything so long as he was with you, go anywhere so long as he was there. He was loving, he was kind, he was true.

Can we always be this close?

The laughter had since dulled to breathy sighs and soft smiles, a gesture you’re very aware of when you lift your gaze to look up at him once more. A smile that’s shared most tenderly in the close proximity, noses brushing and breath sweeping warmly over lips. It was then that you lean on your toes and kiss him, his very grip on your hand tightening a fraction and your swaying becoming distracted and stilled. His smile was immediate against your lips, telling of just how profoundly giddy you’d made him, how wholeheartedly he loved you.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers, his lips brushing over yours as he kisses you once more. The softness of his laughter dances across your skin, his forehead resting on yours as he makes no effort to hide his smile. “I love you. I really, really love you.”

Your nose scrunches against his and your own smile widens and soon you find yourself kissing the very tip of his nose, his cupid’s bow, his lips. The warmth blossoming in your chest is a feeling most unbeatable to all else; it was love. It lanced through you with certainty and settled permanently within your heart, a feeling so frighteningly wonderful, and so dizzying in its wake.

The two of you began to sway softly again to music unheard, hands clasped as your other rests on his chest as the sun dips lower in the sky, the long yet happy day soon to be put behind you. One more kiss is pressed to his cheek before you dip your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed with all the contentment in the world. And softly, you murmur, “I love you. I really, really love you.”

You’re my, my, my, my,

Lover.

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[redroomwidows]

Wildest Dreams | F.W

SUMMARY: They’re in a war, everyone’s life is on the line and Fred doesn’t want Y/n to forget him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: fluff, but then angst. canon character death...not described, but there’s some grief. 

A/N: This is my second piece for @gcdric​’s Taylor Swift writing challenge! This fic doesn’t follow the song as much as Mr. Perfectly Fine did, it’s very much a looser interpretation of it. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

fun fact! I’ve never actually written for Fred before, so this may be really ooc. I’m apologiding in advance lol but hopefully it’s not too ooc!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

‘Say you'll remember me’

It was quiet. 

Silent even. Usually, this would worry Y/n, but today, today it was calming and was a reminder that neither her nor Fred were in imminent danger. Their shared bedroom had rays of sunlight beaming through the curtains and Y/n almost blamed herself for not shutting them properly when she first woke up because of the light on her eyes. Almost. Because when she rolled over, she realised the sunlight let her see Fred’s sleeping face and let her admire the bronze and gold mixed amidst the ginger of his hair.

“Mornin’ love,” he croaks and Y/n smiles slightly, of course he wasn’t actually asleep

“Morning,” Fred slowly opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow slightly

“Were you watching me?”

“Maybe,” 

“Weirdo,” he tries to stay serious, but a wide smile breaks through and he scoots closer to his fiancé, snuggling into her shoulder “What were you thinking about?”

“Hm, nothing,”

“So, you were just staring at me?” Fred knew when she was thinking, he always had.

“Fine,” Y/n sighs “I was thinking about how pretty you are,”

“Pretty?” Fred raises his head from her shoulder and looks her in the eyes “You mean handsome,”

“Nope,” she pops the p “pretty,” then kisses his nose, something she knew he hated.

“No, handsome,” he insists

“Pretty,” Y/n sings and Fred raises his hands up in a tickling motion

“Say I’m handsome,”

“Pretty,” she repeats and starts laughing even before Fred’s touched her, and when he does and starts moving his finger around, she laughs louder, kicking about “Stop!”

“Say I’m handsome!”

“Freddie!”

“Say it!” he keeps tickling her and when she starts to struggle to breathe, she shouts out: 

“Fine! Fine! Handsome! I was thinking you were handsome!” he stops and Y/n lays still for a moment, breathing deeply and Fred watches, his elbow squashed into the bed as he holds his head in his hand. 

Eventually, Y/n regains her breath and leans in to whisper in Fred’s ear “Pretty,”. He doesn’t tickle her this time, just smiles fondly as she giggles to herself, staring up at the ceiling. He’d let her have this one, in fact if he himself wasn’t so stubborn, he’d let her win every time. He liked her like this, calm and happy, unable to keep a smile off her face. He wanted to see her like this forever.

“Let’s run away,” 

“What?” Y/n turns to Fred, eyes still glassy from his ‘attack’

“Let’s run away,” he repeats, but he can tell Y/n is still confused “leave here and find a cottage in the woods or something,”

“Fred… are you being serious?”

“Yes!” Fred smiles and excitement floods his voice “Bill and Fleur did it, why can't we?”

“We’re not Bill and Fleur,” Y/n says in disbelief, not sure if Fred was joking or not “they have a baby on the way, your future niece or nephew,”

“Yours to,” Fred gestures to the ring on her left finger proudly. He’d proposed their first year out of Hogwarts, Molly had said it was too soon but when Death Eater attacks became more frequent, she was happy to see her son so happy. She also knew Fred wouldn’t listen to her anyway. He loved Y/n L/n and he would marry her anywhere, anytime. But soon preferably. He adored the idea of being able to say ‘my wife’ and he wanted to call her Mrs Weasley and come up with a whole new branch of nicknames for her based on her new status. But he had to wait, he could do that.

“Our future niece or nephew,” she corrects, “and you and George have the shop,”

“It’s not even open at the moment,” Fred mutters quietly, knowing Y/n was right, but still wanting to believe for a minute more that they could leave “Please?”

“You know we can’t go…” Y/n takes a deep breath as the somewhat jokey conversation becomes serious “we’re gonna be needed…” she looks left and out the window, holding a hand over her stomach.

“I know,” Fred smiles, putting his hand over Y/n’s “Can’t blame me for being in love with ya,”

“Guess I can’t,” Y/n smiles with him as she remembers the last time he said that to her.

It was their last year at Hogwarts and George and Fred had finally grown tired of Umbridge. They haven’t fully told Y/n the plan, but she knew they weren’t coming back. Fred had minutes to say goodbye before him and George had to set the plan into the motion, and he was grabbing Y/n’s hands so tightly she thought the circulation might never come back.

“Come with us,” he whispers and she looks down, smiling lightly

“You know I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“My parents would kill me,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his lips, whispering into them “You would kill me,”

“I would,” he nods “What are you thinking, throwing away your future for a boy?”

“A ginger one nonetheless!” Y/n gasps, playing along

“Oi!” George shouts from behind a door and Y/n laughs as Fred shouts out to him

“Stop eavesdropping you prat!” shuffling is heard and Y/n gazes at Fred again, trying to memorise his face before he leaves.

“Promise you’ll write?”

“Of course. You can hear everything about mine and Georgie’s experiments and how I came up with all of the ideas” Y/n would laugh, but all she can manage is an amused brow raise

“And you’ll be here for graduation?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he nods “Promise,” There’s a knock on the door, a signal Fred needed to go.

“I love you,” Y/n says quickly

“I love you too,” They share one more kiss and Fred whispers into her lips “Come with me?”

“Fred!”

“Can’t blame me for being in love with ya!” with that, he gives her hands a final squeeze before leaving, giving her a wink as he shuts the door. 

“Y/n…” Fred waves a hand over her eyes “you there?”

“Hm?” she turns back to him

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” she rolls onto her right side so she can look at him properly “You?” Fred seems to be thinking about his answer and Y/n puts her left hand over his shoulder, rubbing soft circles on the soft cotton of his t-shirt “Freddie?”

“We’re gonna be needed,” he repeats her earlier statement slowly “And when we are, something may happen to me...If I don’t make it -”

“Fred!” Y/n’s eyes widen, completely not expecting such a sombre topic to come up on a Wednesday morning, especially after such a somewhat cheery morning “Can we please not, not now?”

“I need to say it Y/n, I need to get it off my chest, I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he had been acting differently, he’d been quieter at dinner and seemed to want to cling to her and George more, talking about going to the Burrow when it was safe to. So maybe that’s why she gave in, or maybe it was the soft ‘please’ he muttered afterwards that he paired with pleading eyes.  She could never deny him, not when he looked like that, so sad.

“Okay,”

“If I don’t survive…” he keeps pausing and Y/n supposes that if she was talking about the same thing, she would do the same “I want you to remember me, I want you to remember us -”

“Of course, I’m going to remember you!” Y/n couldn’t believe he’d think she’d ever forget him.

“I know! I just need you to promise. Promise you’ll remember me and us. Promise me you’ll remember when we used to wake up at god knows when just to watch the sunrise and when the sun used to set in summer and we’d just lay out by the lake. Because you always talked about how it calmed you. I want you to remember how you used to write crap poetry and dramatically read to me and I could never really tell if you were joking or not, so I didn’t laugh and you always thought I was annoyed with you,”

Y/n feels a bit hot in the face at the mention of that, she was just a tad bit embarrassed. 

“Promise me you’ll remember the sunrises, the sunsets, the parties and the snogging but also promise me you’ll remember this, lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. And promise me you’ll see me again, even if it’s in a Quidditch portrait at school or photos around the flat, or memories or dreams. Promise me you’ll remember me?”

“I promise,” she whispers, kissing him slowly “But don’t worry about it too much. Neither of us have to worry, because you’re not dying. Not on my watch,”. Fred smiles and in seconds, the subject seemed to be forgotten as he bops his fiancé’s nose and starts a conversation about what their brunch should be.

Y/n remembered that conversation now as she stood in a graveyard, staring down at what would have been her future husband's tombstone where she’d recently placed some flowers, right next to George’s. 

She remembered the sunrises,

“Freddie...I’m too tired for this…”

“Promise me, it’ll all be worth it love,”

and the sunsets, 

“Are you okay?”

“No... but just, watch this with me,”

 the parties,

“You have had far too much to drink,”

“Y/n! I missed you!”

“I just went to the loo,”

“Yeah, but I love you!”

 the snogging,

“Fred...we cannot be doing this here,”

“Shhhh, tell me you don’t get a little bit of satisfaction from doing this in Snape’s classroom,”

 and the lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. 

“I love you,”

“Are you talking to me or the pancakes I just brought you?”

 “Y/n, it’s on fire!”

“What?!”

“Joking…”

“You twat!”

 “We should get up…”

“No! Stay here, just a bit longer,”

 She remembered everything. She would never forget and while she may only ever be able to be with Fred in her dreams, she still loved him more than anything. She’d be with him someday, when it was her time to go. 

 ‘Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams’

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[breadqueen95]

MERE ITS NOT EVEN 4PM HERE YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

actually no you can I FUCKING SIMP FOR THIS MAN THIS WAS DIVINE

style // s.b.

summary — you’re the only one for sirius black and the thought overwhelms him.

word count — 3.3k

warnings — smoking cigarettes, intimacy issues, but lots of fluff.

a/n — another intimacy issues fic? oop. // my second fic for @animageus ‘s taylor swift writing challenge, my prompt is the song Style.

Y/N’s bare feet padded along the wooden floor of her home as she shuffled towards the kitchen, the small, cozy home lit by a single lamp in the corner of her living room. Her eyes squinted as the light from inside her fridge illuminated the small space as she opened the door. She pulled out a pitcher of water and a glass from the cabinet, downing the cool liquid as it soothed her sore throat.

Her black heels had been discarded by the door, her hair that was once styled to perfection fell lazily along her shoulders. Still, she was clad in a tight, baby pink skirt that clung to her hips, a sliver of her skin showcased between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her black tank top. Last but not least, a leather jacket hung from her shoulders, too large to have been bought for herself, but a gift, a memory, that kept her warm.

Her girlfriends had dropped her off just moments ago before they continued on to their next club of the night, they insisted she come along, claiming, “the night is still young, Y/N/N” but the absence of a dark haired dream at her side the past two weeks plagued her more than she would like to admit it.

She was taken from her thoughts as a low engine hum sounded outside her door, her brows furrowed as she set her glass down on the marble countertop and glanced out the window facing her front yard. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight, a black motorcycle with none other than her handsome, dark haired dream.

He shrugged off his helmet as she watched. Locks of dark hair fell perfectly as he removed the helmet, falling into place, a singular strand dancing closely between his dark eyes. His stark white tee shirt was a sharp contrast to his other strictly black clothing; dark jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of boots.

She rushed quickly to the door, opening before he could even knock softly. His eyes widened as he saw her, where once was a characteristically accurate straight lipped blank expression was now a gentle and charming grin, where his lips turned upward at the sight of the girl he longed to see.

He stepped forward, assuming the open doorway was a direct invitation, one he’d received many times before with how often he stayed at her house. But his brows quickly furrowed as the door moved to close, the gap between the two of them narrowing subtly. He immediately looked to her again, his eyes flitting between her own, searching for any discomfort or pain.

Her body was hidden behind the doorway, the swoop of her loose hair falling behind her shoulder, the black strap of her tank top being the only indication of her outfit. She swallowed when he made eye contact with her, finding it difficult to refuse him when he pleaded so softly to be with her.

The truth was, he hadn’t stopped by in weeks. The last time he saw her he was leaving her bedroom in the early hours of the morning, she chased his lips for a trail of kisses as he reluctantly left for work, promising her he’d return that night; he never did. She spent the next week and a half in a pit of sorrow, his lively personality and euphoric touch being her favorite source of dopamine.

It wasn’t until her girls dragged her from her bed that very day and convinced her to go out that she was able to regain balance on her own two feet. She was a confident woman, a strong character who held her own, and while she was perfectly capable of a life without such an intoxicating lover; she would rather not live without him.

“You were gone for two weeks, Sirius.” She raised a brow, the slow hint of anger in her chest slowly unravelling, overshadowing any sorrow that she held on the frontlines.

He blinked, a taste of bitterness on his tongue, he hadn’t expected her anger. But Sirius Black was not foolish, he hung his head low as he embraced the shame of his actions. Standing in her presence now, there was no excuse acceptable for the time he took from her. He was constantly reminded of how easily she had him wrapped around her finger, and it was that thought in particular that led him to flee in fear of falling deeper in love with her in the first place.

He cleared his throat, “Y/N–”

“I don’t want an apology.” She sighed.

“– You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

She paused. Her poker face was incredibly well put together, a drawn out gaze taking in his demeanor despite the uproar of butterflies swarming in her stomach at his very words. And her heartbeat picked up when she looked into his eyes, dreamy and grey, there was no other match for her.

The moment she opened the door she was in his arms, he’d scooped her up into his hold before she could take a breath, but judging by the way she sank comfortingly into his hold led Sirius to believe she was accepting his affection.

His face tucked in the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses that drew out a soft moan from her lips. He smiled, the familiar sound rang like a perfect symphony in his mind. He continued into her house until her back met the countertop of her kitchen, her back arching as he leaned in closer to her.

“Merlin, I missed you.” He exhaled, his warm breath coating her chilled skin.

She clung to him, the soft, cotton material of his shirt bunching up in her fists as she thought of letting him go again.

“Don’t you ever disappear like that again, do you hear me?” She ordered.

“Never again, love.” He pulled away from her neck and stared down at her in the dim lighting.

He admired her for a moment, his hand raising to cup her face as his thumb drew along her bottom lip. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he leaned down slowly, placing a soft, delicate kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Don’t be a tease.” She whispered.

Sirius smirked, a light, angelic chuckle falling from his lips. He dipped down closer to her, connecting their lips at last. He moved slowly against her, his tongue tracing her lips as his chest warmed at how easily he remembered the shape of her.

She reached up to keep their lips together as she felt him move away, he indulged her, grabbing her face gently in his large hands and pressing a firm kiss to her yearning lips. She only pulled back when he broke into a smile.

“Let’s go for a ride.” He mumbled against her lips.

And she was putty in his hands then, already begging for the feeling of the cool air whipping past her as she clung to him on the back of his bike. She nodded, a giddy agreement that brought a smile to his lips, showing off his pretty teeth. He laughed and grabbed her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he led her out to his bike.

He handed her the extra helmet on the back of his bike, the one she wore many times before. Sirius watched silently, his heart soaring at the sight of her so eager to be with him, his skin grew warm at the thought of her arms wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

He tilted his head as he leaned down towards her, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips before he pulled away with a smirk, admiring the grin that rose to her lips. Sirius tugged on his own helmet then revved his engine as he sat down on the bike.

“Hold on tight, love.” He smiled over his shoulder.

Once he felt her delicate hands clasping around his middle, he picked up his boot clad foot from off the ground and drove out of her driveway.

It was night out, the breeze was just cool enough to create a fresh film over her skin without growing chilly. The echo of her laugh had Sirius’ heart pounding, he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t a symphony of angels behind him.

He drove her through all her favorite roads, the roads with large turns over the highway that allowed her to toss one hand in the air. They drove through backroads, occasionally stopping at a lonely stop light where he’d reach back and rest his hand on her thigh, gently rubbing his calloused thumb over her smooth skin. The sensation brought goosebumps to her skin and she’d lean forward and press a kiss to the leather of his jacket over his shoulder.

Most of the time their drives never had a destination, it was the cool night and the proximity between the two of them that made riding his bike so enjoyable. But tonight, Sirius pulled off on a backroad they hadn’t taken before. He waved through the turns of the road until he arrived at the vacant lookout just off the road.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Black.” Y/N teased as the engine turned off, stepping off the back of the bike and taking off her helmet to admire the night sky.

“Had to make it up to you somehow.” Sirius replied, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly.

He felt her grow tense at his words and he stopped immediately, loosening his hold in case she stepped away. But she didn’t, instead she placed her hands over top of his and interlaced their fingers, running her thumb over the back of his hand.

Sirius felt the weight release from his chest, her physical comfort bringing his mind out of the depths so painlessly. Sirius often thought of her as his anchor, whatever it was that the two of them shared he hadn’t experienced with anyone else.

He leaned down again then, and pressed a much longer, deeper kiss to her cheek, peppering shorter kisses along her jawline to draw out a giggle from her lips.

Y/N led Sirius to the bench that looked over the viewpoint. He released her hand only to jump onto the bench, spreading his legs as his feet sat on the bench while he sat atop it. He held out his hand to Y/N, his eyes remaining on the night sky, and led her to sit between his legs.

Sirius pulled a cigarette from his pocket, the faint smell of tobacco blowing past Y/N’s nose, a tell tale sign Sirius Black was around. He lit the cigarette and held it to his lips, inhaling softly his eyes fluttered closed, his free hand tangling in her hair. As he pulled the cigarette from his lips he rested his chin atop her head and reached his hand around to hold the cigarette between her lips. She took the end between her lips and inhaled slowly, the rush of the smoke filling her lungs and Sirius’ hand caressing her jawline had goosebumps trailing up her skin.

They sat in silence, admiring each other and basking in each other’s presence as they finished the cigarette. Sirius finished it off, moving now to sit properly on the bench, ultimately pushing himself closer to Y/N as she shuffled comfortably in his lap.

“You look good in that jacket.” Sirius mumbled, his voice carrying softly into Y/N’s ear from where his head rested on her shoulder.

“Yeah?” She smiled, leaning her head back to rest against Sirius.

“Yeah,” He nodded, dipping his head down to kiss her jawline softly, “It’s sexy.”

“Oh?” She teased, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ve both got one then, isn’t it?”

Sirius exhaled a humorous breath before settling back comfortably against the back of the bench. He watched Y/N as she watched the sky, his attention easily drawn to the most beautiful sight of the night. Who cared about the sky, he’d seen it plenty of times anyway.

It was quiet for a little longer, and while it was definitely comfortable, there was an empty space waiting to be filled, words waiting to be said that inched closer to the tip of Y/N’s tongue with every passing moment. She debated over whether or not to say something at all, for fear of ruining the moment with her lover, but her mind traveled to the weeks she felt alone and she owed it to herself to know the truth.

“Sirius.” She spoke up.

He hummed in response.

“...Where were you?”

Sirius paused behind her, his body stiffening slightly. The silence from him scared both of them, Sirius, for the lack of response he could conjure, especially to someone like Y/N, who always seemed to read his mind anyway. And to Y/N, for the abyss of possible answers she awaited.

Y/N swallowed, “Were you with… someone else?”

Sirius’ eyes widened, his body shifting from stiff to almost in shock, like all of his muscles flexed at once. He felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of even being with someone else the way he was with her. And although her question stung the very core of his heart, he recognized the consequences of his actions, and his mind ached at the thought of all the fears the girl in his arms had faced in his absence.

He cleared his throat, “I know I don’t exactly have the best reputation when it comes to dating... and you have every right to be wary of me,” He swallowed, “But every moment I was away from you I was alone.”

The weight on Y/N’s chest sank with a thankful breath, and while she no longer felt the fear of her lover being with another, Sirius’ words still hung in the air, unfinished.

“Godric, ‘m a coward, Y/N.” Sirius scoffed under his breath.

Y/N furrowed her brows, shifting in her seat to partially face Sirius. Her hands gently caressed his jawline, lifting his gaze from his lap where he fiddled with the zipper of her jacket to her curious and comforting eyes. He exhaled slowly as he made eye contact with her, the warmth in her presence slowing his heart rate.

“Talk to me.” She exhaled, raising her thumb to swipe over his furrowed brow.

Sirius bit his lip, the words were threatening to spill from his lips, both of them knew he would tell her anything, it was the courage he lacked in getting there that got him into this mess in the first place.

“I was scared.” He admitted.

Y/N tilted her head, moving slowly so as not to frighten Sirius as his walls crumbled brick by brick.

“Of what, Sirius?”

“Bloody hell,” Sirius sighed, almost humorously, “Intimacy? … How ridiculously in love with you I am? The ache in my chest every time I bloody think about you when you’re not around?”

He chuckled lightly, sarcastically, the effect of the intense emotions spilling from his lips going right over his head as he missed the look on his lover’s face; teary eyes and a glowing smile.

“Merlin, it’s like I’m going mad,” He shook his head, “That's why I left, that’s why I was a coward. I was afraid of how quickly I was falling for you, I couldn’t even think straight.”

Y/N felt the wetness of a single tear fall from her eye, coating her cheeks. She swiftly wiped it away as she continued to admire Sirius, her actions and the sniffle from her nose drawing his attention to finally look at her.

“Darling,” Sirius tilted his head, confused by her reaction to his words but moved to comfort her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist to hold her to him, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I promise I won’t ever leave you like that again–”

“Sirius,” She interrupted, her voice soft and gentle, filled with adoration and a pinch of humor. He loosened his hold on her to allow her to look up at him.

“Why are you smiling now?” Sirius furrowed his brows, chuckling lightly as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Because I love you, Sirius.” She nodded, “I love you and I always will.”

The thoughts circling Sirius’ mind were too many to count, he had just confessed the fears behind his stupid actions and she was telling him she loved him? He longed to question her, and he would, but the look on her face drew him in like a sailor to a siren.

He cupped her face gently in his hands and brought his lips to hers. He exhaled against her, the initial feeling of her so closely to him had his brain going fuzzy. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of her, the smoothness of her skin beneath his calloused hands and the sweet smell of her shampoo filling his every breath. It was intoxicating.

Sirius guided her hips as she moved to straddle him, her fingers tangled in the longer strands of his hair at the back of his neck. Her nails lightly scratched at the back of his head, tugging softly at his long hair. He moaned softly into her mouth, the feeling had her breath stripped from her lungs. As she moved to deepen their kiss, Sirius suddenly stopped and pulled back.

Y/N looked down curiously at him, lips swollen and eyes hazy, a view Sirius took a moment to admire before he spoke.

“You’re not angry with me?” His voice was so gentle, as if he were afraid of the answer.

She sighed, a light grin on her lips as she kissed his lips softly once more.

“I’m not angry with you,” She shook her head, “I’m glad you told me, even if your timing was a little off. I love you, and the only reason I was so hurt was because I thought you didn’t love me back–”

“Of course I love you.” Sirius interrupted, he smirked as he chased her lips.

She giggled, indulging him with a few gentle pecks to his lips, gasping lightly when he reached up to hold the back of her neck, keeping her in place as he kissed her deeply.

“I know that now, Black.” She teased, speaking softly against his lips.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” Sirius continued, “But I promise you I will say it every second for the rest of my life if you asked me too.”

“Hmm,” Y/N tilted her head, pretending to mull over the thought, “I quite like the sound of that.”

Without hesitation Sirius kissed her fiercely, only pulling apart to mutter the words he so enthusiastically wished to shout to the entire world, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he covered her face in sweet kisses, from her cheekbones to her jawline, to her lips.

“Alright, love–” Before she could protest he cut her off with another kiss.

“I love you,” He chuckled.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed softly as she caught her breath.

She settled comfortably in his lap as their laughter died down. It was only a few moments before Y/N was yawning, her head falling softly on Sirius’ shoulder as sleep threatened to take over. Sirius smiled fondly, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He felt the overwhelming intensity of love for her, he felt heat strike in his chest, but he knew now that it wasn’t a feeling to shy away from. Instead he embraced it, allowing himself to indulge in every moment with her.

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