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[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

How They'd Come In Late After a Race (1)

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In this chapter - CL16, MS47, DR3, MV1, GR63

Charles Leclerc

Charles hadn't had a great race in Monaco. In fact, he didn't even start it. Of course, he still wanted to hit the dazzling streets of his home town to try and drink away his problems.

You had stayed at home, not feeling like going out tonight since you could any night of the year. If you were somewhere else, maybe you'd think about it, but not tonight.

You did decided to stay up and wait for him, however, since we all knew how wild parties in Monaco can get. It was nearing on 3am, and there was still no sign of Charles.

On the other side of the door, you could hear the jangle of keys, and some silly giggles. There was no point in helping him - it would be more funny to let him struggle.

After a few grunts and groans, he stumbled in, slamming the door a bit too loudly than he probably should have.

At first, he didn't notice you at all. He just wandered past you and into the kitchen. It's not even like you were sat in the dark, you had the light on in the living room of your apartment as he walked by.

Some glasses clinked together, the tap was aggressively turned on and off, then Charles walked towards you. He still didn't notice your presence.

"What time do you call this?" You asked him, watching as he nearly dropped his glass on the floor. "Shit did I wake you up?" he whisper-shouted.

"No, you are just very late," you explained as he set his water down on the coffee table, the clear liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the table.

He plopped down next to you and leant all of his weight into your side. "Sorry for being late," he softly mumbled, before yawning.

"It's OK, my love," you told him, shifting your weight as he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into you even more.

"But it's not. I let you down," he started.

"No, Charles, you didn't let me down,"

"I did," he protested, "Baby, I didn't even start the fucking race,". How you had gotten from him being late to the race, you didn't know, but drunk Charles' mind wandered like an unattended toddler.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, OK?" you told him, tapping his shoulder to get him up. Normally, he'd be upset after a bad race - which was understandable. But when he'd had a bit to drink, it got worse, so you didn't want him to tumble into that spiral.

He stumbled over to your bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

"You not getting changed?" you asked him. "No, just come here," he pouted, opening his arms out to you and doing the grabby hands.

There was no resisting his pouty, flushed face, the ruffled hair and the grabby hands, so you traipsed over to the bed and led down next to him.

He shuffled around for a second, pulling one of his many Ferrari hoodies over his head and handing it to you. "What's this for?" you asked, since you already had one of his hoodies on anyway.

"This one smells more like me," he babbled, his eyes fluttering open and closed. There was no arguing with him because he was right, so you replaced the one you had on with the new one.

You slumped down into the vast sea of sheets and pillows that were on your bed, and Charles shuffled over to you.

He rested his head on your chest, immediately making himself comfy and his arms clasped around your waist. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a soft "I love you," from the drunken boy.

"I love you too," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss into his hair and closing your eyes.

Mick Schumacher

Most of the time when Mick came home, you waited up for him. But, he had specifically told you not to due to his flight getting in at 4am.

As much as you had protested, he had charmingly convinced you to go to bed and he'd be right by your side when you woke up.

So, when you did head to bed, you left him one of your famous, homemade granola bars that he adored and scribbled a short note onto a post-it.

You fell asleep easily, especially since you knew that Mick would be there when you woke up. However, some hours later, you were woken up by the low rumble of a vehicle outside.

To be more specific, it was the sound of Mick's motorbike engine. Why he had taken that to the airport, you would never know, but you did love the sound of it.

You smiled to yourself, glad you wouldn't have to wait much longer to see him.

The door opened downstairs, and light footsteps pattered through the kitchen. Mick had spotted the snacks for him on the counter and couldn't stop the large grin that crept across his lips.

"Mick I'll probably be asleep when you get home, but I'm glad you're here because I've missed you. I thought you'd be hungry after your flight, so enjoy. ❤️"

He took a few minutes to himself, munching away at the granola bars and already loving the serenity of being at home.

He cleared the plate away and tucked the note into his jacket pocket so he could read it whenever.

He left everything that could jingle or make any noise as he moved downstairs since he didn't want to wake you up, and quietly skipped up the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked out of habit.

Meanwhile, you had closed your eyes to try and go back to sleep, but the excitement of having him home was too much.

Mick came into the dark cave that was your room, and you could hear the rustling of clothes and the wardrobe opening and closing again. The bathroom light flicked on for a few minutes, before you finally felt the mattress dip beside you and the covers rustled.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. "Thank you for the granola, I really did need it," he whispered into your hair, "I love you," he said.

You two had never said it to each other before, and he thought you were asleep at the time. You couldn't help but wonder if he had said it before when you were asleep. For a second, you were frozen, but there was nothing you wanted more than to respond.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling his smile against the top of your head as he planted a soft kiss on it. No more words were exchanged, Mick tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

Your heart sang in your chest, and there was no where you would rather be.

Daniel Ricciardo

You didn't know what time Daniel was going to be getting home, since you weren't actually going home. You had flown out to Australia to meet his family for the first time and he was flying over after the race.

The second leg of his flight had taken off a few hours ago, so you were waiting for the call to either pick him up from the airport or that he'd gotten a taxi and he was on his way. His first flight was supposed to set off nearly 12 hours ago, but it was cancelled last minute, so he had to get the one he was on now and he was going to be fashionably late to 'lunch'.

Meanwhile, you had headed out to the grocery store to pick up some things that you'd need for dinner. You'd picked up some basic things, like fruits and cereals you'd need for the week, as well as a some desserts that you couldn't resist.

You wandered around the store for a bit, picking up things you thought would make nice lunches while you were there. You were next to the cards, since it was Daniel's nephew's birthday and you still needed to get him one, and you heard a voice.

"Sorry, excuse me ma'am, I was looking for flowers for my girlfriend, do you think these are nice?" A familiar voice spoke behind you, and you thought you knew who it was, but it wasn't possible. Well, it wasn't supposed to be.

You turned around to see Daniel stood next to the flowers, beaming from ear to ear with a large bouquet of pink roses in his hand. "I think she'd love them," you smiled, abandoning your shopping cart in front of the cards.

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "You're not meant to be here for another few hours," you said to him.

"I know, but the flight was much quicker than expected," he explained. You looked at him, examining the dark circles under his eyes and how bloodshot his eyes were. "I'll pay for the shopping, then we can get you some rest," you said, pulling him into you as his head flopped onto your shoulder.

He groaned in agreement, following you to the shopping cart and to the tills. He went separately to pay for the flowers, despite your protests. You met him on the other side of the tills, "A very pretty lady helped me pick these out," he smirked, handing them to you and taking the shopping cart to the car.

"Oh did she now? You're away from me for a week and you're already looking at other women," you playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. "Couldn't help myself, she was just that stunning," he hit back, stumbling as you lightly shoved him.

Once you got home, you unpacked the shopping while Daniel took a well-deserved shower. You were done before he was, so you sat on the living room couch, scrolling through Instagram for a bit. The door to the bathroom opened, and Daniel walked in, his hair slightly damp and he look a bit more awake.

"You going to take a nap for a bit?" you asked as he stood between your legs.

"Yeah," he said, trying to pull you up from the couch.

"I'll wake you up before dinner," you told him, expecting him to go to your room.

"Can you come with me?"

"I'm not sleeping,"

"Can you still come with me?" he asked, tugging on your arms harder. You laughed and stood with him, following him into the room. He flopped down on the bed and patted the space next to him. There was no denying his pouty face as he turned to look at you.

You got yourself comfy on the bed next to him, and he rolled over and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest. "I'm so tired," he mumbled, his eyes fluttered closed.

"I'm not surprised," you laughed back. It wasn't long before Daniel was softly snoring as he rested all of his weight on you. Now, you had three weeks to spend, relaxing, spending time together and probably napping.

Daniel would want to do a lot of that.

Max Verstappen

As expected, Max had just won yet another race and he now had three weeks off until his home GP in the Netherlands. You had only just arrived back at the hotel after waiting for him during interviews and the post-race debrief and whatever else they got up to. 

Flopping down on the bed, you allowed your muscles to relax after a day of tension. "We've got half an hour before we need to get to the bar," he said, flinging his jacket off onto the armchair in the corner of the room. 

A few of the drivers were getting together for drinks to celebrate the finish before the summer break, but you didn't want to go. You were flying back home tomorrow, then you had work the next day. 

"You can go, but I'm not," you told him, supporting your head on your arms as you spoke to him. 

"You're not coming?"

"No, I don't feel like flying hungover," you said.

"Please baby, it'll be fun. We don't even have to stay out late. Just a drink or two and then we can go," he pleaded, taking a seat next to you. 

"You can go, by yourself, and have as many drinks as you want and stay out as long as you want. Don't let me spoil the fun," you told him. Sure, Max was very calm and collected when it came to racing, but when he went out, he was a whole different person.

"But I won the race," he whined, gently poking you in the stomach and making you laugh. He was really like a child sometimes, but in the most adorable way. "I know you did, and I'm very proud of you, but I don't have the next three weeks off," you told him, and he sighed in defeat. 

"Fine then, I guess you'll be missing out on all the fun," he scoffed, getting of the bed and going to the bathroom for a shower. As he was at the door, ready to leave, he looked over at you, all cosied up in bed and thought it would be better to crawl in with you and watch a movie. 

But, tonight was going to be fun and you'd want to go to bed early anyway. "You sure you don't want to come?" 

"Yes, now go or else you'll be late," you told him, itching to get watching your movie. Just like that, Max was gone and you were watching your movie. 

As the time went by, you slowly drifted off to sleep during the new movie you had just put on. You were settled in your slumber, only to be woken up by the door being slammed and some sort of loud rustling.

Your eyes fluttered open as the lights flicked on, and Max was stumbling around the room. He was just idly giggling to himself as he leant against the wall, and he hadn't yet noticed that you were awake. 

"The fuck are you doing?" you grumbled, irritated that you had been woken up. Normally, Max tried his best to be quiet if he was coming in late, but not tonight. "Oh hey baby, I didn't realise you were awake," he said with a goofy, lopsided grin on his face.

"Well I wasn't until you came clattering in here," you huffed, rolling over in bed to try and avoid the light. "It's not even that late," he argued.

"Max, it's three A.M," you told him, glancing at the alarm clock on the side table. You didn't mind him coming in late, but you did when he woke you up. "And we have a flight to catch in... six hours," 

"It's fine," he scoffed as he threw his jacket onto the floor somewhere. 

"It might be for you," you grumbled back at him, screwing your eyes shut to try and fall back asleep. "I'm sorry," you heard him quietly say and you heard him shuffling around the room a bit. "Baby, I'm sorry," he said, sitting down in front of you on the floor next to the bed.

You ignored him and tried to go back to sleep. "Y/N," he whined, poking at your face and squishing your cheeks. "Max, get off me," you said, trying to swat him away as you looked at his rosy cheeks and ruffled hair. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he carried on prodding at you. You knew the only way to get him to stop was to tell him you forgave him and that it was alright. "It's fine," you said, closing your eyes as he finally stopped poking you.

"But you don't mean it though, you're annoyed at me," he complained like a child.

"Just get in bed, Max," you said, just wanting to sleep.

"I can't sleep if you're mad at me," 

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just tired my love," you said to him as another goofy smile spread across his lips. "OK," he said, finally standing and hopping in bed with his clothes still on. But, you couldn't be bothered to tell him to get changed.

"The lights, Max," 

"Oh yeah, sorry," he giggled, getting back up to switch the lights off. He shuffled back into bed, and he fell asleep nearly instantly. And he was snoring. You groaned to yourself, knowing you wouldn't be getting a good nights' sleep like you had wanted. 

George Russell

"I am a fucking champion!" George yelled, jumping on the bed of your hotel room in Brazil. You could only hope the neighbours were heavy sleepers and couldn't hear him.

"George, I know you are, but please be quieter," you told him, knowing you were going to have among night. "I bet Max does this and you don't yell at him,"

"George, I'm not with Max when he goes to his hotel room," you said, confused as to why he would even suggest that. But, he was drunk, so you couldn't expect complete sanity from him. "But I bet he still does this,"

"George, Max doesn't do this. Max celebrates like a proper adult by being quiet and respectful to the neighbours," you said, grabbing him by the arm and trying to drag him off the bed. He had never done this before, but he had never won a race before. 

"Fine, you're no fun," he whined, sitting down on the floor. 

"George come on, get up. It's time for bed," 

"But I don't want to," he whined, lying down and spreading his arms and legs out as if he were grounding himself. "It's late, George," you sighed, knowing you wouldn't get very far with persuading him to function like a normal human being.

"And? I'm a champion, I can stay up as late as I want. Consistency is key, after all," he drunkenly giggled to himself, "Fine, you can stay up, but I'm going to bed," you huffed, hoping that might incentivise him to go to bed with you. 

"Alright, goodnight," he said, still staying on the floor. You didn't say anything else to him, you just got changed, crawled into bed, and turned out the lamp beside you. You heard George rustling around for a second, and then you felt something in front of your face.

Opening your eyes, you could make out George's features through the darkness. You squealed in surprise when you saw him, but you calmed down when you saw it was just George being silly. "George, please, I'm trying to sleep," you sighed, rolling over to face away from him. 

"But you're pretty, I want to look at you," he said, lazily tickling his fingers up and down your back. "Thank you, but you can look at me tomorrow when I'm not trying to sleep," you smiled to yourself. Even if his words were at the wrong time, they never failed to make you blush. 

"I'll go back to the bar so I'm not annoying you," he sulked, getting up from beside you and skulking over to the door. "George, you're not going back to the bar," you said, sitting up and turning the lamp back on. 

"But you want to sleep, if I go back I can let you have some peace," he smiled. He had the right intentions, but the bar was the last place he needed to be right now. "I appreciate that, but you should stay here. As long as you're reasonably quiet, then I'll be alright," 

"OK, I'll just lay here with you for a bit," he smiled, kicking his shoes off and flopping down into bed with you. "Goodnight, George," you said, turning the light back off and trying to fall asleep again. 

It was silent for a few minutes, before you heard his whispers and quiet chants, "I'm a champion, I'm a champion,". You couldn't help but smile at how proud of himself he was, and you were proud of him too. 

You just breathed a bit heavier, and he got the message. "Sorry," he giggled, continuing his chants but just a bit quieter. You didn't want to rain on his parade, so you let him carry on while you tried to fall asleep. Again. 

A/N - I just thought I'd do these little like.. Drabbles for each of the drivers and I have a few different scenarios planned out. I have another part planned with 5 more drivers, but let me know if there's anyone you would like to see in particular! Have a great day!

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

I can't find the ask game again, but can you please write some more tearful & soft puppy Mountain? Like, what if him & the new quintessence bug got stuck in a hyperempathy feedback loop & they had no choice but to kiss laugh about it?

Phantom woke up to a weird sound. It was just coming up to 4am, and he blinks blearily at his phone checking the time. The tour bus is small and cramped, Phantom got use to hearing snores and snuffles from the other ghouls as they slept, but this was different. It sounded almost pained. Phantom’s ears prick up as he listens intently for the sound again, but after a couple of seconds of silence he turns around, settling back into his bunk, thinking that maybe Swiss was just sleep talking again. 

Just as he’s drifting off the sleep again he hears it again. A soft whimpering cry, louder this time, coming from one of the other bunks. He waits for it stop like last time, but it keeps going, wet gasp like sobs echoing through the quiet of the bus. 

Phantom shuffled out of his bed as quietly as he can, wrapping his tail around his waist so it didn’t swing around uncontrollably. He followed the sounds along the corridor for the bus, careful  not to trip over any stray items of clothing and Shoes. 

He makes it to Mountains bunk, where sounds are coming from, and gently pulls the certain back, not wanting to scare the ghoul. 

Mountain is still asleep, his face scrunched up uncomfortably as he lets out little squeaks and whimpers in his sleep, one hand grasping at the pillow desperately. 

Phantom shakes him gently, being careful not to scare him. 

“Hey, hey mount. You need to wake up, i think you’re having a nightmare.” 

Mountain let’s out a long whimper, his face scrunching up even more before his eyes shoot open with a sharp gasp. 

He grasps at a Phantom’s wrist and stutters, trying to take a deep breath, and he blinks rapidly, desperately trying to blink away the tears that had pooled on his eyes. 

“Hey, you’re okay, I promise, you’re safe.” He whispers to Mountain, softly rubbing at his cheek. 

Mountain looks at him with big wet eye and his bottom lip wobbles as tears now fall from his eyes and he whimpers sadly. 

When Phantom had first been summoned, Aether had warned him about Mountain. About how he could be a little over emotional and sensitive at time, how he cried a lot, often at nothing, and how clingy and needy he could be. He was also warned about the puppy thing, and how that can heighten his emotions sometime. But he was told it wouldn’t be an issue for him, that Mountain had people to go that would look after him when felt like that. 

He’d witnessed Mountain being puppy with the others, seen how they’d played with him, how they’d coo at him and rub his belly. He’d seen them cuddle him and hold him tight when he cried, and how they reassured him, babied him at times, when he needed it. 

He could tell Mountain was puppy now, just by the way his pupils were blown, whatever dream he’d had had obviously scared him into his safe headspace. He contemplated waking Swiss or Cumulus, they know what to do with Mountain when he’s like this, but the way the poor earth ghoul is clinging to him diminishes that idea.

“You’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe.” Phantom climbs into Mountain bunk, pulling the ghoul into his chest and he starts running his hands though his hair, hoping that it’s comforting for him. 

Mountain immediately curls into his chest, a desperate sob wracking through his body so hard that Phantom feels him jump with it.

“Oh, I know, puppy. I know. You had such a scary dream, huh?” 

Mountain nods agains his chest and let’s out another sob, tears soaking into Phantoms pyjama top. Phantom wraps both his arms around the earth ghoul, squeezing him as tightly as he can, keeping on hand buried in his hair, scratching  behind his ears. 

“Shhh, you’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He feels that tell-tale tightening of his throat and he feels tears of his own tell in his eyes. 

“Where’s your carrot, puppy? I know you like to have that with you all the time.” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, not wanting Mountain to know he was on the verge of crying himself. 

Mountain let’s put a small whine and gives a small shrug, burying his face deeper into Phantom’s chest. Phantom reached a hand under Mountains pillow, knowing that the ghoul liked to ‘bury’ it there to keep it safe. He finds the plush exactly where he thinks it would be and pull it out, handing it to Mountain. 

Mountain takes the carrot plush right away, with a happy teary thrill, resting on Phantom’s chest and chews away on it. 

“That’s it, puppy. Such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing to well for me.”

Phantom watches as Mountain slowing starts to calm down, the tears slowing and the little whimpery sobs die down at he comfort chews on the plush.  

Phantom desperately try’s to blink away the tears that had welled in his eyes, but to no avail as they run down his cheeks. He suck in a shaky breath, trying to stay as quiet as he can, not wanting to disturb Mountain now that he’d calmed down enough. 

It doesn’t work, in his efforts to trying and keep his cries in he lets out a little hiccup, his belly jumping under Mountain, making the poor earth ghoul jump.

Mountain let’s out a squeak, looking up at Phantom with big round eyes. He licks at the tears on Phantom’s cheeks, making him let out a wet giggle, and let’s out a questioning hum. 

“I’m okay, puppy, I promise.” He tries not to let his voice wobble as he speaks. Mountain tilts his head to the side, licking at the tears again. 

Phantom giggles again at the feeling.

“I just-sometimes get a little upset when other people get upset.” He pets at Mountain hair. “I’m okay though, I promise.” He let’s out another wet laugh as Mountain starts licking all over his face. 

Mountain nudges his carrot plush further up Phantom chest with his nose, giving him a questioning look. 

Phantom feels his heart swell at the gesture from Mountain, knowing how much that carrot plush meant to him. 

“Oh, you’re so sweet, puppy. But this is yours, baby. I don’t need it.” 

He pushes the plush back down to where it had been resting on his chest, hoping the grimace on his face wasn’t obvious as he touched the wet fabric. Mountain takes it back with a happy chitter, continuing his chewing, his eyes slipping closed as he does. 

“We should sleep, puppy. We have to be up to help with set up in a couple of hours.” 

Mountain hums in agreement, his eyes still closed as he settles down properly on Phantom’s chest, carrot still in his mouth. Phantom snuggles down, pulling the covers over both of them, his eyes closing with a purr rumbling though his chest, holding Mountain close to him. 

[aching-tummies]

RP Starter: Manufactured Ache

It's about 5:45AM on the first of two days off. My little tummy woke me with a deep, hungry growl. Right…I did skip dinner the night before in favour of getting some much-needed sleep. I've been stressed to the nines lately, waking up at 4AM or 5AM on days off to deal with timezone nonsense as I make calls to head-office stuff across the country for various things, mostly banking-related.

Normally, I get up around 8AM for work, but my tummy doesn't handle food/digesting stuff well until closer to 10AM so I usually hold off on breakfast until then to avoid a painful tummy ache (the kind that literally makes my toes curl). On days off, I often hold off on putting anything but water in my tummy until closer to 1PM or 2PM, even if I am hungry.

I've been sitting up in bed, languidly rubbing my tummy since 5:30AM as it's been clenching uncomfortably, letting out loud growls thanks to the mouthful of cold water I gulped down to chase away a case of cotton-mouth. I can feel another growl building beneath my palm. My stomach is clenching, seemingly consolidating it all for a big gurgle. As it comes, you stir to my right in bed, having heard this second growl. You slide a hand onto my belly before you even open your eyes, feeling the tense muscles under my skin.

"Hmmm? Morning, babe." I murmur, still stroking my belly as the aftershocks of the gurgle reverberate around my gut. I give a small belch, the little bit of air that got displaced with the gulp of water coming up and out with the pressure of both of our hands on my tummy. "It's not even 6--go back to sleep. It's too early to be up on a day off." I mutter tiredly as I shuffle back to lying down. I was only up to indulge in the sensations caused by that gulp of water. I wasn't expecting my guts to be active so early in the morning.

Your eyes snap open at my statement and you sit bolt-upright in bed, eyes wide and tell-tale grin on your face. Day off? Time's a-wastin'!

You've had this idea in your head for a while now, having seen and tended to my stressy tummy aches for weeks on end. Today marks the first true day off after over a month and a half of stressing out over responsibilities for me. The first in a long, long, long period of stress-induced upset tummy aches. It didn't help that I contracted a bit of the flu for a couple of days at the start of this stressful period. My schedule during those days was brutal: tossing my cookies from 3AM-6AM, trying to soothe my sickly tummy from 6AM-8AM, working an 8-10 hour shift at any of my three jobs, getting home after 9PM and immediately falling asleep--at the dinner table, at the entrance trying to remove my shoes, etc.--only to rinse and repeat.

The stressful period was out of our control. The effects of the flu was out of our control. While you certainly enjoyed tending to what was there, a part of your brain has been wondering about intentionally causing a tummy ache and how a manufactured ache would compare to all of the ones that have simply developed due to circumstances. Right now, we're dawning on the first of back-to-back days off. Our schedules have lined up for the first time in forever and we are almost 6 hours down of a potential 48 for fun and indulgence. You pat at my tummy, a wide grin blooming on your face as you think of all the possibilities.

Well then, what are you going to do first?

[samdeancass]

Protective Arms

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: #18 from my Prompt List - “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?”

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Jordan, Y/N

Description: Y/N and Jordan are best friends. For the moment, Y/N is sleeping in Jordan’s spare bedroom. One night there’s a thunderstorm which Y/N really doesn’t like, so they seek Jordan for comfort.

You hated thunderstorms, absolutely hated them. Ever since you were a kid, you would hide in the corner of a room until the storm had passed. You thought that you would have grown out of it by the time you were an adult, but nothing has changed.

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A loud clash of thunder struck once again right outside the bedroom window. You were hiding underneath the sheets, crying and shaking. The room lit up with the flash of the lightning a few seconds later, causing you to jump slightly. You couldn’t take anymore, you hated being alone when there’s a thunderstorm. 

You were currently living with your best friend, Jordan, but he didn’t know about your fear. You thought it was a stupid, childish fear and you didn’t want him to think badly of you. 

You tried to hold on and ride the storm out by yourself but nothing you was doing was working. When the next clash of thunder came, you jumped out of your bed and tiptoed down the corridor towards Jordan’s room. The door was cracked open a little and you could see that, somehow, he was sleeping soundly through all of the noise. 

You stood in the doorway and debated whether to turn back, not wanting to disturb him but when another flash of lighting came, you quietly snuck into the room and scrambled under the covers. Jordan let out a groan and moved away, his eyes opening slightly.

“What are you doing?!” You didn’t answer and kept under the covers with your eyes closed tight. “Y/N, hey, what’s wrong?” He woke up a little more and sat up, rubbing a tentative hand up and down your back. The motion seemed to soothe you a little so you poked your head out from under the sheets and turned around, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Hey.” He furrowed his brows at you. “You can’t just sneak into my room and jump into my bed like a maniac and just say ‘hey’. Why did you do that?” You shuffled further up the bed until your head landed on the pillow. “Well, I’ve never really mentioned this before but I have a pretty bad fear of thunderstorms and, erm, well, I got really scared with this storm and I wanted to cuddle so..... I came in here.”

Jordan looked at the digital clock and shook his head. “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?” You blushed slightly and nodded your head, bringing the cover up over your head again. Instead of huffing or laughing at you, Jordan lifted the cover from off your head and brought you into his chest. 

“You should have told me sooner, Y/N. I would never have let you sleep alone in this if I’d have known. Promise me there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” You shook your head in answer. “Thank you for understanding.” He smiled and pecked the top of your head. “It’s alright, go to sleep now.”

For the rest of the night, each time thunder struck or lightning flashed Jordan cuddled you closer to him and tightened his arms, protecting you from your fear. That was the first time that you hadn’t been as scared as what you usually were and it was all thanks to your best friend and his protective arms.

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❤️‍🔥PT 2! Please, baby...it helps with the pain || Peter Parker X Male reader

Summary: This is part two of "Please Baby it helps with the pain." Where Y/N fulfills his promise of giving Peter a round in the morning.

Contents: Male reader, he/him reader, male anatomy, soft Dom! Peter, neck kissing,  giving Peter a blowjob in the kitchen, face fucking,  cum on face

Word Count : 1.5 K

Smut under the cut! !!MINORS DNI!!

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Peter woke up with a groan, lifting his head to look out the window. It was still dark outside. He sighed and turned his head around and glanced at the clock, thinking at was like 4am, but the clock read 6:47 AM. He had a class in about an hour and fifteen minutes. He was sure that at his apartment, his alarm clock was still going off loudly, and no one was there to stop it from annoying the shit out of his roommates. It would stop eventually, it would just take like forty minutes. 

He sat up, still groggy and carefully removed his arms from his boyfriend who was still sleeping peacefully next to him. He leant over and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead before he swung his legs around, shivering as he removed his body out from under the covers. He stood up, the hardwood floor cold against his bare feet. He shuffled over to the dresser and found some clothes that were his- which Y/N had definitely stolen from him. Quickly he got dressed and quietly made his way out to the kitchen. Despite him having a class in a bit, he was still going to keep up his promise and make Y/N a good breakfast to wake up to. 

After a few minutes the sound of bacon sizzling and lack of warmth next to him cause Y/N to stir awake, giving a whine once he realized that Peter wasn't there next to him anymore. He missed his warmth, and he was sure that he had only been gone a few minutes. He flipped over so he could look at the clock. 6:55 AM. He whined and pulled himself out of bed, figuring that Peter was the cause of the sounds in his kitchen. He pulled on some boxers and one of Peter's sweatshirts, walking out and following the scent of bacon and eggs. 

Standing in the kitchen over the stove was Peter in a pair of gray sweats and a tight fitting shirt, headphones covering his ears, soft hums coming from his mouth as he listened to his music. Y/N walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around the slender mans - honestly pretty slutty- waist. Peter smiled softly and pulled his headphones off of his ears, looking back and down at his lovely boyfriend. "Good morning there handsome, sleep well?" he asked softly.

Y/N nodded softly and buried his face into Peter's neck, starting to leave soft kisses against the soft, pale skin. "morning, parker..." he hummed softly, his voice being hoarse from having just woken up. 

Peter smiled at the soft kisses to his neck as he placed breakfast on two different plates. "Just in time, breakfast is ready, baby." He said softly, a puzzled look spreading onto his face when Y/N shook his head. "No? You don't want breakfast. "

"I mean- I do. But I promised you something, didn't I Parker? And you obviously kept your end of the bargain, so I think...that means I have to keep my end. " He purred in the brunette's ear, the  soft kisses turned into nipping and sucking at the others man neck, leaving light marks. 

"Oh yeah? And what exactly was your end of the bargain again?" Peter asked with a teasing voice, gentle hums of pleasure falling  from his lips due to the hickies that were being scattered on his neck. Y/N was using no effort to place the marks somewhere where they wouldn't be easily visible, but neither of them really cared. Both of them wanted others to know that Peter belonged to him and vice versa. 

"I told you...that if it was early enough in the morning I'd give you a quick round, did I not?" Y/N purred into Peter's ear before he gently sunk his teeth into his toned collar bone, causing the other man to give a light, shaky moan at the sensation. "What do you say, parker? You got time?" 

Peter bit his lip and drew in a sharp breath as Y/N's hands began to glide up and down his toned chest, sliding all over the smooth fabric of the muscle shirt. "fuck, get on your knees. " Peter said quickly, pulling his hands off of him and spinning around so he was facing the other. Y/N happily obliged, sinking down to his knees and looking up at the super-hero with big, expectant eyes. Peter gave a content sigh at the sight, a hand cupping his boyfriend's face lovingly. "Such a good boy for me, sweetheart. " he purred softly, his other hand untying the drawstrings to his sweats and shoving them down, his half-hard cock springing free. 

His muscular hand wrapped around  it, stroking it a few times before his eyes met the others. "Open your mouth for me, atta boy." he praised softly as Y/N obediently parted his lips, opening as wide as he knew he would need to. The praise was going straight to his cock, making it jump in his boxers. Slowly, Peter pushed his erect dick into his mouth, shuddering at the feeling of warmth encasing his cock. "fuck baby, you always take me so good. " He purred softly. "Now baby, do you want me to fuck your face?" he asked softly, a hand stroking Y/Ns cheek softly as he now had half of his erection sheathed inside of his wonderful boyfriend's mouth. 

Y/N nodded - a bit too eagerly - and Peter gave a little laugh at the quickness. "Eager for me, are you? Okay then, sweet boy, I'll fuck your mouth, use you for my pleasure, just how I know you like it. " He spoke softly and he shoved his cock in a little further, causing his boyfriend to choke a little bit, which just egged Peter on even more. He slowly started to thrust in and out of the other's mouth, licking his lips as moans began to fall from them. 

Slowly his hips began to speed up and soon enough he was slamming his cock in and out of Y/N's mouth. The sounds that he was making were like music to Peter's ears. He was gagging and choking on the hard length, spit bubbling up on the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin, slowly forming a small puddle of drool on the floor beneath the two of them. Tears were starting to prick in the corner of Y/N's eyes, threatening to spill over. "God you take my cock so good, look so good on your knees with my cock jamming in and out of your throat. Fuck" Peter groaned out, his hand moving from Y/N's face to being firmly tangled in his hair. 

He continued to rut his hips forward, his moans growing louder with each passing moment. The sounds of choking, gagging, moaning, and Peter's balls slapping against Y/N's chin filled the room, drowning out pretty much any other  noise. After a little while, Peter's hips stuttered - a sign that he was close - and the grip on his boyfriends hair tightened. "Fuck baby, I'm so close...gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours. "

Y/N whined in protest and tried to pull away. Peter released his grip and let him pull off his cock. "Want you on my face..." Y/N whined out, a hand that was previously planted on the floor moving up and wrapping around the thick length before him. 

"Oh you dirty - ah- dirty boy," Peter moaned out, thrusting his hips forward into Y/N's hand. His hips stuttered again and with a loud moan he came undone, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Y/N's face. Cum covered his face, slowly dripping down and mixing with the spit and tears on his face. Peter smirked and looked down, "God I could get used to that sight, sweet boy." he said softly, holding out his hand to help him up. 

Y/N took his hand and stood up, smiling at him and swiping some of the cum off of his face with a finger and then licking it clean, moaning at the taste. He glanced at the time and he groaned. "Shit, it's 7:45, and it's a 10 minute drive to campus. As much as I kind of need you to bend me over and fuck me senseless, I think you need to leave. Even swinging there will still take close to 10 minutes. " He explained, reaching over and grabbing a paper towel to wipe off his face. 

Peter whined out a little bit, but he knew that ultimately, Y/N was right. He pulled his sweats up and kissed Y/N on the top of his head. "Enjoy your breakfast, sorry I couldn't eat it with you. Love you." He said as he quickly rushed towards the door, giving a dorky smile. 

"Love you too, baby. " 

Both of them knew that as soon as Peter came home, Y/N would be bent over the nearest surface, getting his brains fucked out mercilessly. 

[tywrites]

every time i close my eyes (i see your face) | ryan erzahler

request:  hello! can i req a fic where reader and ryan are in a relationship but they get nightmares and reader goes to his cabin asking for comfort and stuff, i’m not really sure but something like that :))

a/n: okay so i tweaked this quite a lot since i got ~inspired~ but i hope you enjoy it! i decided to set it after everything happened at the quarry <3 feedback is always appreciated thank u mwah

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: when you get intense nightmares, ryan is always there to comfort you

word count: 1,013

warnings: teeny bit of angst if u squint

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You were running. Sprinting through the Hackett house, trying desperately to find an escape. You'd lost Laura and Ryan. All you could see around you was door after door, leading you further into the house. You didn't dare to look back. Panting, you turned a corner, sliding to a halt when you see a large, deformed figure in the centre of the room.

It growled, low and deep. Standing up on it's hind-legs, it approached you, stomping with force. You were rooted to the spot.

Chris Hackett towered over you in his werewolf form, it's razor canines glinting in the moonlight. Thick drool dripped from it's mouth as it stared you down, it's piercing yellow eyes looking through you. You felt frozen.

You couldn't move.

It prepared to attack.

You couldn't move.

A claw slashed at your neck. Teeth latched onto your shoulder. Flesh ripped from bone.

You couldn't move.

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You jolted awake, forcing your eyes open. Panting, you desperately tried to breathe, your breathing jagged and disjointed. You laid there – cold sweat clinging to your skin, your pyjamas pasted to your body. It was suffocating. Trembling, you attempted to sit up in your soaking sheets, cautiously sliding out of them. You sat on the edge of your bed, squinting in the darkness. Your night light glowed next to your bed, lighting up your bedside table. You stared at it, eyes going out of focus.

Breathe. One, two, three, four. Breathe. Repeat.

After steadying your breath, you quickly turned on your bedside lamp.

Each time you closed your eyes, all you could see was that thing standing over you. You couldn't get those eyes out of your head. But at least you didn't wake up screaming this time.

You felt lucky that you didn't have a room mate in your college dorm. Though the "special circumstances" that convinced the school to allow it definitely didn't feel lucky. But it would just be too embarrassing to constantly wake your room mate up in the middle of the night with your nightmares. Well, you considered them to be more like flashbacks.

Your hand automatically reached for your phone before pausing. You sighed.

You really didn't want to bother Ryan again. Especially on finals week. You already felt like enough of a burden to your boyfriend, you didn't want to be the cause of a subpar grade on an exam.

In reality, you knew he wouldn't mind. He'd want you to call him rather than wallowing in it. But it was 4am and he had to get up at 8. You went back and forth in your head, but a suspicious noise outside quickly had you dialling his number.

It rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey, you okay?"

Just the sound of his voice made you feel significantly more at ease.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, I just... I had another," you said quietly.

"No, no, don't worry. You didn't wake me. I couldn't sleep..."

There was a short silence. You heard shuffling on the other end as Ryan got out of his bed.

"Do you want to come over?" He said. "And no, you're not bothering me. Honestly, I could use the company too,"

You smiled. "You sure?"

"Just get over here."

You giggled to yourself before throwing some new pyjamas on that weren't caked in sweat, pulling a coat on over them. The walk to Ryan's was short, his dorm room only being a few buildings away from yours. Very convenient honestly. Like you, the school had made an exception for him in regards to having a room mate. Not that it mattered since you ended up sleeping over enough for you to count as a room mate.

Once you'd gotten to his room, you entered, knowing it would be open already. Ryan was inside, sitting up on his bed. He immediately stood, walking over to wrap you in a hug. His hugs really were the best. He pressed gentle kisses to your neck as he held you, his hands making soothing motions up and down your sides. No words were needed.

Eventually, he guided you to the bed, pulling the covers back and helping you in. When you were both tucked under the soft covers, he pulled you to his chest, your head just under his chin. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment. There was no werewolf waiting for you on the inside of your eyelids. Just a comforting darkness. You fiddled with the fingers on his hand, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to each one.

This had become a part of your nightly routine. Honestly, Ryan was the only thing keeping you sane at college. You weren't even planning on going before finding out that Ryan was. He said he wanted to get as far away from Hackett's Quarry as possible, which you could definitely understand. Leaving his sister with his grandparents was a difficult decision for him to make, but he knew it would be for the best. He needed to figure out his own life.

You'd gotten into the same college, different majors but you were still close by if the other needed you. It wasn't co-dependence but after living through the same experience, you just understood each other. Way more than the school counsellor did – she was a nice lady but she was way out of her league when it came to your trauma.

You pressed yourself closer to his chest, nuzzling into the warmth he radiated. The haunting experience was always in the back of your mind, it would never go away. But it considerably lessened when you were with Ryan.

"Try to get some sleep, okay? We can talk about it in the morning if you want," he said quietly, his hand gently stroking your hair. You could feel yourself drifting off already.

"Thank you," you mumbled. "I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"You probably wouldn't get much sleep," he chuckled.

You smiled to yourself, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I love you. So much,"

"I love you too, angel. Now sleep."

[boy-gender]

It’s the 3 year anniversary of my top surgery this month!! During pride month even!!

I wanted to I guess just talk about what happened to me? Give a story about a top surgery from start to finish for people looking to pursue top surgery to learn from? It’s gonna be long so, under the cut.

So I got top surgery in june 2020, right smack dab in the early-middle of the pandemic lockdowns. Nobody was allowed to be with me in the hospital or even visit me, and I couldn’t have my cellphone. The night before my fiance slept over to keep me calm, and also we had to leave at 4am because I was going to be the very first surgery of the day. I have cats, and he got a cat hair in his eye causing a massive allergic reaction. We had to extract it but his eye was so messed up that day he couldn’t drive, so I ended up taking him home and my mother in law brought me to the hospital. It was pretty lonely not being able to have him with me or communicate with anyone, and I was terrified I would get covid just from being in the hospital, but luckily I didn’t.

I showed up, checked in, and got situated in a prep area pretty quickly. They tell you to take your underwear off because sometimes people piss themselves while under anaesthesia, which I didn’t know and was horrified by the thought of. Sure you can go play around in my chest cavity but if I peed? I would have flatlined of embarassment on the table. At the end they don’t tell you if you peed or shit yourself or anything so at least if I did I will never have to know about it. In the prep area my surgeon drew on me with a marker to show what was getting taken away and what was going where. I was having a bilateral mastectomy with liposuction on the sides to remove sideboob, and I didn’t want my nipples back, which made her job easier. Within an hour they wheeled me in, told me to count back from 10, someone said goodnight to me and then I was gone.

Several hours later I woke up crying and sweating and insanely hot. I could barely speak, and a nurse was yelling at me because I wouldn’t stay awake. Apparently I had woken up and gone back to sleep several times, but I don’t remember any of that. I must have been able to communicate that I was hot because someone was feeding me ice cubes, but they wouldn’t take the blankets off me and I couldn’t move to push them away. I felt like a helpless child. It was awful. Powerful drugs, man.

My surgeon came in 10 minutes later to check on me after she finished cleaning up, saw how miserable I was, ripped the blanket off me, and yelled at the nurses for not listening to me. It was the first time a doctor had ever taken my side in something and defended me. I will always be eternally grateful for that. They transferred me to a bed, told me not to move around too much because of my drains, and gave me a landline to call home. It was somehow the afternoon, and I think I passed out again.

When I woke up it was evening and they said they were going to keep me over night because I had experienced some sleep apnea under anesthesia- it’s where you briefly stop breathing in your sleep and then start again/irregular breathing. They wanted to make sure if it happened again that they were right there, and also that I would stay on the oxygen tube in my nose. They also gave me this breathalyzer thing that you breathe into and it measures how much breath you breathe. They had me play with it every hour or so to help regain the strength in my lungs.

They (the nurses) also, expressly against my wishes, gave me opioids. I have violent moodswings on heavy painkillers (I got oxy for my wisdom teeth extraction...that was a nightmare). I warned them of this, I said I only wanted tylenol and I would deal with the pain (I wasn’t in any pain, I was just tired). They gave it to me anyways and lo and behold I had violently suicidal moodswings. Thank fuck I was bedbound and couldn’t move. I called my fiance repeatedly throughout the night rapidly shuffling between suicidal and manic. In the off time I was stuck watching 90 day fiancee. It was the only tv channel available.

The next morning I ignored most of the advice they gave me, getting up to go to the bathroom on my own and walking around the hospital floor just to show them that I could. They weren’t going to let me leave until I peed and could ambulate on me own, so as soon as I was awake I did laps just to get them to discharge me. My surgeon okayed it, though I think she was surprised and concerned at the voracity with which I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay and have them drug me again.

I went home- it was a Wednesday- and my poor fiance was such a trooper. He picked me up in a car full of stuffed animals for me to cuddle and took me back to my parents house, got me settled, got me a smoothie from mcdonalds. I think we scared the person at the drive thru because I was a haggard corpse in bandages with suction cups of bodily fluids hanging at my sides. Oh well. That week my fiance had started a new job two hours away from our homes and had to commute back and forth, leaving early as fuck to go to work and then coming back to take care of me at night. He moved into our new apartment that Saturday without me (I couldn’t be transported) and with the help of our dear friends. That week sucked.

During the day my mom helped me. Made me food, got me drinks, helped me change my drains, helped me clean myself. I’m lucky we have a bath tub- I was able to sit in a few inches of water and very carefully wash myself without getting my bandages wet. I have autism; my two most prominent symptoms are that I can’t regulate my temperature and always run too hot, and I cannot stand the texture of sweat, being sweaty, or being hot. I constantly have to wash my face and hands like a little raccoon or I go nuts. I would not have survived going a week without showering in some form.

The drains were weird but not painful- you can’t feel them inside you. Everything is so swollen and nerve-damaged you don’t really feel much initially. You have to sleep on your back sitting up though, which sucks for us side sleepers. Invest in a neck pillow is my advice. I slept in my recliner/rocking chair.

I pushed to have my drains removed early, and after a week they were out. While at the appointment I touched a cactus in the lobby and got needles stuck inside me, which my surgeon delightedly told me “nobody has ever been stupid enough to do before.” She enjoyed it. My finger hurt lmao. She took the drains out and I was afraid I’d feel them moving under my skin but I didn’t- all I felt was a gush of warm liquid, like my armpit had pissed itself. Turns out one of my drains was clogged and that was my fluid shooting out all over me, the chair, and my doctor. She said it happens. Unlike patients touching the cactus.

After that I had no more follow up appointments and was on my own. You aren’t supposed to lift your arms over your head or carry heavy things for several weeks, but I ignored that after the two week or so mark. I don’t care about having stretched scars- I have so many scars over my body it doesn’t make a difference. Then I moved to the new apartment with my fiance, healed for a few months, endured the lightning strike shooting pains of my nerves reattaching for the first half year, and found to my amusement that I could still “feel” my nipples but that the spot that felt like nipple would move around from day to day as my nerves misfired. This is still true and still funny to me.

And that’s pretty much it. I had no complications, though because of the lipo and no nipples my scars are large and unusual and almost bisect my torso. My plans are to continue strengthening my chest wall and get the whole thing tattooed, which is why I didn’t want nipples again. They’re in the way of the tattoo design. It’s gonna be a vampire castle with bats flying out in front of a full moon, and a spooky forest below the cliffs.

[seroquelling]

pondering the bat shit / funny things i've done / experienced in my 28 years on this planet:

drove my car into a fence post at 3am in the middle of nowhere. lost my side mirror and spent the next 20 minutes on the side of the road in a wheat field looking for it. never found it.

drunkenly fell off of someone's balcony at a party and landed ass first into a trashcan below. it took three people turning the trashcan over to get me out because i'm short and thin so i had folded in half inside of it. managed to not spill my beer, somehow.

drove in the middle of a severe snowstorm on the highway to go to my friends house at 4am. tried to drive through a snow mound and got my car stuck. had to flag down strangers that were driving past. they let me sit in their truck while they pushed my car out of the snow. instead of turning back and going home, i drove the rest of the 30mins to my friends house.

had a psychotic break and tried to cut my arm off with a machete.

broke into my bosses warehouse after my shift @ 12am because he left his puppy in there overnight and wasn't feeding it.

was climbing up the stairs to my friends apartment at 1am in the middle of the winter. had a heavy ass backpack on full of booze i'd stolen from my job, and a 30pack of beer in my arms. slipped on the second to last step at the top and fell head over feet all the way back down. passed out cuz my head hit concrete at the bottom. friend found me five minutes later and had to drag me up the stairs. had a concussion. still enjoyed beers with them.

used to beg people to have 'friendly fist fights' with me at my old job. still have scarred knuckles because of it.

went to a very country bar in the deep south of my hometown. not a very safe place for lgbt ppl. slammed a pitcher of beer, and bought a rose and gave it to a pretty girl at the table next to me that was with some guy. ended up charming her enough that we slow danced together. almost got into a fight with the dude over it.

sold all of my shit and moved to a foreign country with no real plan in mind. twice.

convinced an entire bar to do the cupid shuffle with me

drove to taco bell in the middle of a snowstorm because i was craving it. ended up in a ditch on the way back. had to call a towing company a few days later to get my car out. got a concussion from that too bc my head hit the steering wheel

three days after trying to hack off my own arm with a machete, i went to a party full of people i'd only met once. convinced some guy that was there to let me pierce his nose. did. then hooked up with him. made out with two other people the same night.

almost died while swimming in the ocean because i got caught in the riptide. didn't yell for help because 'that's embarrassing'. in the end some dude on a surfboard saved me and got me back to shore.

took acid in the middle of the woods with a coworker i barely knew. went to work the next day still tripping bc someone called in.

snuck out of my house and drunkenly climbed up a mountain with friends, in flip flops. they broke on the way down and i had to be piggyback carried by one of the guys in our group all the way back to the bottom. when we got to the bottom, one of the guys realized he left his keys at the top - i had like barely an hour to get home before my mom woke up and realized i'd snuck out. made it back to my side of town with five minutes to spare. friend took a wrong turn and instead of letting him turn around, i jumped out of the (still moving) car and ran across peoples yards, vaulted over fences, barefoot, before diving back in thru my window. managed to get back into bed just before my mom came to check on me before work.

defended my coworker from people who were trying to steal / cause a scene with my switchblade.

threw a used tampon into my friends neighbors open kitchen window because they'd called her a slur. he came outside with a shotgun and we fled into the cornfield behind his house.

got dropped off after a party and tried to make my way back toward my window to sneak back in. passed out in the front yard face down in the grass.

got into a (verbal) fight with an old ex boyfriend in a parking lot because he'd cheated on me. he dropped a taco he'd had in his hand and as he was bending to pick it up i kicked it all the way across the parking lot. it exploded into a rain of shredded cheese and lettuce.

a coworker at an old job dropped his phone into a large dumpster out back. trying to win his affections, i jumped inside and waded thru trash juice and muck to look for it.

hooked up with someone at a funeral.

tried to contact the fae and bargain with them to take out a coworker i hated. he had a heart attack (lived.)

i realized halfway thru writing all of this why maybe no one sticks around for me in relationships.

[axellis-archv-2]

4AM

> word count; 1381

> whatever this pairname is . hallatra? ramiday? fucking Raint?

> note; repairing a robot arm talk, really gay confession scene where we dont even kiss im sorry

He's waking up on a cold morning. He groaned into his pillow for a minute until finally getting up. Cold, cold, cold. He could go for some cocoa, if he had any. He's feeling around for some slippers, until eventually he gets fed up enough to just endure it. A roll of the back made the sound of popping fill the room. Tiptoeing around the upstairs of his room while he gets something to dress, he realized that his alarm didn't even wake him up. Why is he even up, then? He snatched his phone by his desk. 

It's 4am. 

He mentally kicks himself in the face. Of course he didn't notice the light of the phone was brighter than the sky. But it kept nagging at him. What woke him up?

A knock. 

There's a knock on the door. Frantic rapping on the door downstairs. 

Right. 

He's shuffling some jeans and a shirt on as he heads down to answer. The knocking shifted to a more frantic hand pounding until he opened the door. 

"It's 4 in the fucking–"

A damaged arm was in plain sight. It looked like it was hanging on by maybe two wires at most, and was now being supported by the other arm. Saint is opening his mouth to ask what even happened but the omnic pushed past him and through the door. Wordlessly he locks the door back up. He's still rubbing a bit of sleep out as he goes toward his little workshop.

Said workshop wasn't anything particularly special. If anything, he'd find that plenty of people would have probably tried to encourage him on getting a couple holo screens. He'd tell them that the holo screens aren't his own eyes. There's 3 workbenches that easily have all their drawers filled up to the brim. The only courtesy he gives himself is that they're labeled. Everything outside of the drawers however doesn't get that. If he wasn't busy, maybe he'd have a moment to care about cleaning everything. 

If he wasn't busy at this moment, he'd think of something quippy to say. But he can't even find it in himself to do that.

He's already got his dirtied up tool belt tightening his waist. The omnic was waiting patiently on the operating table that was pushed a little off to the side. He even rotated it so the mechanic would have a better time working on the broken arm. He still tried to be polite, even when his arm was almost torn off.

"...Ramattra, what happened?" Saint finally asked when he started with gently taking off the exterior. The exterior metal needed to have some scratches buffed out, but otherwise seems fine. He did a quick look up the arm. Surprisingly, the interiors seemed pretty untouched. Really he just had to connect it all back together. He was guessing ahead just what might've happened. From how it looked, it seemed like someone pulled on it, rather than there being any bullets used.

"A rough encounter with a human." He sounded tired, forcing the words out so Saint wouldn't prod any further. 

Saint nods slightly, setting back to work. The job isn't tricky by any means, but it was definitely delicate. If he messed up at any point he could easily make the situation worse. No pressure. Maybe a year ago he would've felt nervous. He's pulling out his heat gun for the wiring, and he laughs a bit to himself.

"What is it?" Ramattra asks, almost accusatory. 

"No, nothing- just. Was thinking about how you didn't like the heat gun at first." Saint finds himself laughing again, gently applying to connect the wiring from the top of the arm to the center again. 

"You never refer to it as anything else. How was I supposed to know initially it was a healing device?"

"I dunno…maybe because you definitely saw me healing other people with it."

"Other humans." He corrected. "I didn't know if it would work on omnics."

Saint rolled his eyes and started fitting the exterior back on. He found it was…easier. Especially now that he was relaxed. "I just thought it was funny. Things felt like they changed pretty fast. I mean- look." He's gesturing around as he pushes the arm in with a final click. "I think a bit ago I would've been having a terrifying time doing this. Thinking I might kill you by accident or something. But now…" He's fishing around for some cleaner and wipes. "Now I think I got at least a bit of an idea. Oh- did you. Want me to do a wipe down?" 

Ramattra stares at Saint for a good, long while. And laughs. 

"A bit ago you would have bickered with me." He lifts his arm up and down, twisting it around before seeming satisfied. "And you wouldn't be nearly as friendly." He didn't get up yet, instead swiveling so he was facing entirely toward the other. "Or would have offered any wipe downs." The aura of smugness could be felt like hot breath, centimeters away.

Saint finds himself flushed at that. "If you keep being a dickwad I might take that offer away." He mutters a bit, but he was already applying some cleaner to a rag. So Ramattra laughs again. "Hardy har. Why don't you keep quiet for a sec so I don't get mad…"

"Oh? Back to being mad? And here I thought you were finally being more honest." 

Ramattra's sentence was as loaded as the Junker Queen's shotgun. It caused Saint to stagger. And sputter. He was a crashing computer. It took about 5 blinks before he could even talk again, but the most he could muster out was a weak "I'm sorry?"

Ramattra's head did a back and forth tilt, a visible eye roll for the omnic who didn't have any eyes to roll. "You can't be idiotic enough to think I would keep you around for so long if I didn't know how you feel." 

Another loaded shotgun blast of a response. Saint was feeling lightheaded.  Dizzy. He had been rubbing the cloth in the same area for the past 30 or so seconds. He decided it was best to just keep up the cleaning as if that didn't happen. Yes. That would be good- but he can't look at the other's face. No no, you can't do that. Even the idea was starting to make him feel like fainting. 

The air of silence lasted perhaps a minute when Ramattra put a hand on Saint's, stopping the circles being rubbed into the arm. Warm. His hand was warm. Warm and big and he felt like everything would be okay. 

"My attention is not won over by incompetent people." He started, words slow as if he was having to steel himself. His other hand is reaching towards Saint's empty one. He keeps going. "The only reason I have tolerated your attitude this far is because of. My own attractions."

"What?" Saint could barely feel his own voice creep out. 

His hands were so warm.

He leans forward and finds himself resting his forehead against the omnic's. He could feel the quiet hums of electricity like it was breathing. Giant, hesitant hands were trying to see how best to hold his own tiny ones. Fidgeting and rubbing along the back. Nervous. Ramattra was nervous. "Please don't make me spell it out for you." He's saying, and Saint wonders if part of that was because of how nervous he was.

He likes him. Likes- loves. Just the word was getting Saint to be flustered again, but he found his face was already perfectly hot. 

Saint mumbles it out.

Ramattra whirrs out a hum. Hands moved from hands to around the mechanic's waist. 

Saint whispers it out.

"I. I love you."

"I love you." Ramattra returns in kind.

He wraps his own hands around Ramattra's head, burying his head into the other's neck. It wasn't an exchange that exploded into fireworks, or one that would set the two on fire. It was quiet. He was sure ants made bigger proclamations of love. But it was his. His love.

And as the two of them squeezed to get closer by centimeters, he figured that his love would have another time to explode. 

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Lost Time

Remus Lupin and fem! ravenclaw! reader

Soulmate AU

[Based on this request]

Summary: Remus feared the day he found out his soulmate, but no matter how hard he tries to stay away the string of fate continues to pull him back towards her

Warnings: swearing, kissing, angst, arguments, mentions of food, eating and not eating, drinking, alcohol and sex, slow burn, romance, Remus’ insecurities, scars, blood, nudity, bit of spice but nothing explicit, allusions to sex

A/n: 13.2k words, we know the drill by now I wrote another monster, also you asked for super angst and I delivered, I present to you a mix of fluff, angst, heartbreak, the feels, comedy, basically all the emotions, this has it all! Sorry this too so long, I got very invested and even drew the soulmate tattoos 😅 takes place during and after both have graduated hogwarts 💛

Soulmate rules: on your 18th birthday you receive a tattoo on a symbol that’s linked to your soulmate, the story explains this fuller

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You woke abruptly to some kind of squeal “Holy Rowena someone better be dead or dying!” you pick up your wand as you jolt upwards, pointing it out in front of you, although your eyes were still adjusting so you couldn’t see much for the first few seconds

“Oh sorry” Pandora apologises before eyeing your hand “Y/n why are you pointing a sugar quill at me?” she tilts her head wearing a charmed smile

Your eyebrows knit together looking at her a little confused before you lower your gaze, and sure thing you are pointing a sugar quill at her, you stare at it for a few second before shrugging and starting to munch on it “So…” you lift the covers shuffling out of the bed “Can I assume by the cheer, at…” you glance at the clock “merlin 4am” you let out a prolonged breath “…that you’ve made a break through?” you ask moving over to the mini workshop she was seated at

You and Pandora had been best friends since 1st year, meeting on the train and subsequently assigned as dorm mates, there were two other girls in your dorm but they only lasted a couple months due to your friends’ experiments. You didn’t mind them, if fact you encouraged them and helped on occasion, even transfiguring the two empty beds into a large desk for her to work at. Much like her, you made your own spells but most were for healing, which worked rather well hand in hand as Pandora tended to get into accidents

“Yes!” she says happily, presenting three notebooks, one a forest green, another Carolina blue and the last a sunflower yellow along with three black quills

“Pretty” your hands glaze over the blue notebook “So what do they do?” you were awake now, sitting down on the spare stool next to her face dripping with anticipation

She returns the excitement “You know how we were trying to find a way we could communicate when we’re apart, during the holidays or if we just need the other person?” she hints

You nod your head “Yeah” you agree before looking over the notebooks, your mouth forming an ‘o’ as it clicks “These allow us to write messages to one another?” you look for confirmation

“Yes, the quills are enchanted using a spell I created where only the given user can write in the books…” she smiles funnily “…I did steal some of yours and Reggie’s hair to seal it”

You shake your head giggling “Oh course you did” you say light-heartedly “This is amazing when can we test it?”

She stands picking up the green notebook, quill and a piece of paper “I’m going to send this to Reggie” she says wrapping up the items “Tell him to keep it in his bag with him and we can test it at breakfast later” she picks up her wand “I would stand back last time I tried this I singed my hair”

You back up watching as she mutters a spell, causing the package to float up and start spinning, progressively picking up in pace before disappearing completely with a small shockwave. You smiled as you felt the warmth from the spell hit you, merlin was Pandora awesome now you couldn’t wait until breakfast

“Come on Moons pleeaseee” Sirius pleads like a child as the marauders make their way to great hall

Remus rolls his eyes “For the last time no” he says firmly, for the last week they had been begging for him to let them throw him a party

“Don’t be a downer Moony” James huffs “You only turn 18 once” he reminds him

“Not to mention you might find out who your soulmate is” Peter adds trying help but that only seems to exacerbate his friend’s mood

Soulmates were a wonderful thing, someone destined to be your perfect match, to spend your life with, to have and to hold, of course this wasn’t the case for all. Remus had dreaded the day he turned 18, the day he’d find out which unfortunate soul was bound to him for life, who would get stuck with him, a monster.

“I hope not” he mutters to himself but his friends still heard it

Sirius stops Remus in his tracks “Moons you aren’t still worried about that are ya?” he looks at him in a mild concern, as does his friends, the teasing atmosphere from before forgotten

Remus looks between them “What worried that I’ll…” he looks around “…hurt my soulmate by being a monster, yeah, I’m still a little worried about that Pads” he speaks lower as so only his friends can hear

“Moony you ever thought that maybe having someone would be a good thing?” James tries to convince him

“Good thing?” he looks at them in disbelief “Godric if they haven’t already they’ll be waking up with a werewolf on them…even if they thankful they don’t, I would be condemning them to a life a poverty. I have no chance at getting a job, I’ll be living in my parents run down cottage and once a month they’ll be holed up there while I turn into a monster” he rants starting to breath heavier

Peter places his hand on Remus’ back rubbing circles “Why don’t we drop this for now and get some breakfast?” he suggests, this wasn’t the time nor place for this kind of conversation

“He’s right” James agrees nodding before turning to Sirius “Right Pads?” he eyes his friend

Sirius’ face hardens before he sighs “Yeah…lets’ get moving” he begins walking “Speaking of food I could eat a scabby faced…” he cringes “…scabby faced…what’s the saying again?” he stops looking at Remus whose calmed himself a little

“That’s a Scottish saying” Remus lets out a laugh before tilting his head “I’m welsh” he says slowly, a mild amusement creeping on his face when he sees Sirius looking like he’s connecting dots “Did you not know I was welsh?” he asks to which James barks out a laugh and Peter sniggers

Sirius’ cheeks go a light pink “It’s not like your accent is that strong” he tries to defend it but only confirms the fact he really never realised “Oh fuck off, don’t act like I’m the only one that’s been an idiot” he points between them, walking backwards as they begin to follow “Like the time…opps” he bumps into someone, sending them to the floor “Godric sorry y/n” his eyes widen as he realises it’s you he practically knocked out

“You okay?” Remus steps forward, voice laced with concern, holding out his hand before Sirius can, to which the boys all share looks

You take a moment wincing a little at the impact on the cold stone floor before you look up, meeting Remus’ kind eyes. You didn’t even mind falling down now, not that it meant you got to see him. You’d been crushing on the boy for years, ever since you just so happened to be sitting in the library together during your 4th and his 5th year. At times you felt guilty liking him, but deep down you hoped, wished on every star that he would be your soulmate, it was the only explanation to why you felt so drawn to him.

“Y/n?” Remus repeats titling his head

You shake your head realising you has just been staring at him “Thank you” you say accepting his hand and letting him pull you up

Once you were standing you went for your bag but he was already on it, picking it up and handing it to you “Here” he smiles at you

“Thanks Remus” you say taking the bag and putting it over your shoulder securely

“Sorry about that darlin” Sirius apologises throwing you a wink which makes you giggle and Remus’ jaw clench ever so slightly

“It’s okay” you wave it off before turning to Remus “Your birthday is tomorrow right?” you check although you’d memorised it since you were 14

He nods, the reminder making his mood deflate “Yes, it is” he says softly

“The big one eight” James pops his head over Remus’ shoulder with a grin that makes the sandy haired boy cringe

You giggle at James “I just wanted to check I got it right” you smile brightly “Any plans?” you inquire, but really you wanted to know if you would see him tomorrow, perhaps catch glimpse of his soulmate tattoo if he was comfortable

Remus opens his mouth but Sirius jumps in “We’re throwing a party and you my lovely are invited, bring your friends too, more the merrier to celebrate Moons 18th” he smirks at you while Remus looks mildly alarmed

“Oh really?” your face lights up in a way which makes Remus’ heart flutter, face softening in an instant

Remus nods accepting the fact he is now throwing…sorry getting a party “Yeah we are, our common room tomorrow night” he smiles warmly at you

“Great, I’ll be there…” you begin to walk away before turning back “…Sirius?” you ask warily

“Yeah?” he tilts his head

“Can I talk to you in private for a second?” his eyes widen in surprise as does the others and you miss the way Remus’ eyes dart between you and Sirius nervously

“Sure” he agrees, both of you walking little ways from the other boys “What’s up?” he asks still semi confused

“You said I could bring friends, right?” he nods “I’m sure you have no trouble with me bringing Pandora…” you hesitate “…but would you be okay if I also brought Regulus too?” you look up at him hopefully

Meanwhile down the hall the boys watch the exchange closely “Is she asking him out?” Peter says abruptly

“Nah” James shakes his head before puckering his lips as he watches Sirius nod, lighting up as his hands grasp the upper parts of your arms “Still nah but it’s more like 70-30 now” he cringes looking over at Remus

Remus watched as you happily walked away and Sirius equally as happy headed back towards him “Did she ask you out?” he blurts out when Sirius reaches him and the boys

Sirius just starts chuckling “What if she did?” he poses

“Because…” he looks between his friends “Because she…she…” he panics for a second before seeing the glint in Sirius’ eye “Your fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah” he nods smirking

“What did she want?” Peter asks

Sirius’ smirk softens into a grateful smile “She wanted to check I was comfortable with her inviting Reg to the party”

The boy’s mouths part “That’s so sweet” James says thinking you asking permission was so cute

“You’re alright with that Moons?” Sirius checks

Remus nods “Yeah of course I’m fine with that…not the party in general but seeing you and him in one room will be nice” he notes

“You never know Remus this party could be good…maybe she’ll be your soul…” Sirius starts only to be bitch slapped in the gut by Remus’ bag as he walks by “Fuck moons” he clutches his lower stomach “What you got in that bag…holy mother of merlin…Prongs please help, man down, I repeat man down” he kneels to the floor

You were sat in your usual spot at the Ravenclaw table, waiting for Pandora, as you dug in to your food you looked up to see Regulus walking in with Barty and Evan, smiling at you when he sits down and sending a little wave. You return it, earning another wave from Barty and a distint ‘hello’ from Evan followed by a ‘fuck off’ directed to the Slytherin prefect that scolds him, making you giggle

You feel someone sit next to you “Hey what took you so long?” you ask your friend

“I got an idea for a new spell and had to jot it down before I forgot” she explains as she starts dishing out her own breakfast

You nod smiling as you take another bite of yours “Reg is here, you want to test out the notebooks now?” you were pretty much bouncing up and down on the seat at this point

She smiles “Yes take out your notebook and quill” she instructs, you do as she says reaching into your bag and grabbing them, as does she “Okay” she opens up her yellow one “Watch this” she begins writing on the page

“It doesn’t need ink?” you ask with a stunned smile on your face

She shakes her head “Nope…there” she says as she finishes writing ‘hi this is Pandora the panda’ on the page “Open yours”

You flip over the cover of the book to see her writing in your book as well “Wow” you pick up your quill and start writing just underneath, ‘hello this is Y/n the [your animal]’, looking over at her book as it writes in real time “This is amazing Pans” you shake your head “So your writings yellow and mine is black?” you ask confused as to why yours wasn’t blue like the book

“Yeah I know you like to draw so black is easier for you to work with” she clarifies, your heart warming as she really does think of everything

You give her a side hug before looking over at Regulus, holding up your book as you catch his eye and motioning for him to look at his own, he smiles nodding, reaching down and getting the book out.

You observe his face flashing with awe before he starts chuckling, as he looks back up Pandora mouths ‘write in it with your’ she waves the quill. Your gaze falls to your book as you see green writing appearing, hey x this is Regulus the raccoon, you smile at the page before you start giggling, also a mornin from Barty the bat and a howdy from Evan the elephant

“Pans love can I order one of these” Evan turns around calling out not caring if people hear

Barty joins in holding up two fingers “Make that two, doll…” he trails off hearing something from down the table “Fuck off just because you don’t have cool friends Lastrange…oh yeah? You can shove that detention up your…” he stands up pointing down the table with one hand as he leans on it with the other

“Mr Crouch!” McGonagall’s voice booms down the hall

While Barty seems to have a rather pleasant conversation with the professor, resulting in him somehow charming his way out of the detention he was almost given, you turn to Pandora “Hey you think you could charm these to work on the book too?” you take out your tub of water colours

Her face lights up “Yes of course” she smiles looking over your robes a second before softly picking off one your fallen hairs, she then mutters a spell on the hair, breaking it up into little particles which surround the tub of paints “There you go” she turns back to you with a proud look

Remus was headed into the library with the rest of the marauders, well he was more like dragging them. As he looked around he noticed all the tables were full but one, one which you just so happened to be sitting at yourself, in your own little world

Walking over he sees you writing what looks like a herbology essay by the drawings of plants on your parchment “Hi” he says softly making sure not to startle you

You finish writing the sentence you were on before looking up “Hi Remus” you smile happily at him before seeing the other boys “Hi James, Sirius and…” you lean over to look at boy standing awkwardly behind Remus “…Peter”

They each say ‘hi’ before Remus gestures to the table “You mind if we join you, the other table are full”

“No not at all…let me just move this” you nod, quickly moving some of your stray papers closer to your side of the table, leaving plenty room for the four boys

“Thank you” he says taking the seat next to you, Peter on his other side with Sirius and James sat opposite

The boys relax into their study, well Remus, Peter and James do, you can see Sirius sketching new tattoo designs instead, the shapes giving you inspiration. You pull out the notebook Pandora gave you, sketching the design first with pencil which won’t show up on their pages before grabbing the quill and creating the outline. You then take out your watercolours and start colouring it

While you do this, James’ eyes flick to your paper quickly before he lifts his head to look properly, smiling as he sees you painting contentedly “Remus” he whispers nudging the boy’s foot under the table

Remus looks up from his notes looking a little annoyed at the interruption before James nods to you. Looking over his face morphs from irritation to delight, watching you bite your lip as you concentrate, he was mesmerised, the design was so simple yet intrigue, he couldn’t help but smile

“That’s really good” he says quietly making you stop and turn to him

You smile “Thanks”

Remus couldn’t sleep, he’d pretended to fall asleep with the others after convincing them he was too tired to stay up but that was a lie, he had to see it. Soulmate marks could appear anywhere on the body, usually in places where the it suited the person most. They could be tiny, like peters daffodil, or could be huge and cover your spine like Marlene who had the trace of Dorcas patronus on her back. The tattoos were predetermined to mark events that either have happened or would happened in the future.

He peeked out of his curtains to see the clock, 23:59, his head shot back in, throat drying up as his stomach turned in a mixture of nerves, excitement and fear. He wondered if he would feel it, would it hurt or just feel like a tickle? He’s never asked about it, usually zoning out when his friends told him the sensations they felt. He let himself wonder who it could be, although there was only one person his heart went to, you, always you.

He remembered the first time he saw you in his 4th and your 3rd year, he recalled how pretty you looked excitedly swapping, what he assumed was, ideas with Pandora in the court yard. Ever since then he noticed you more, watching from afar, he saw you liked art, drawing, were friends with people from all houses. One day he made the move to sit next to you in the library and actually talk to you, after that day you and he became friends. You spoke every so often and with every small conversation he just fell for you more, he tried to stop it, he tried to stop thinking about the idea of you being his…

Remus’ head shot down to his arm, feeling a tingling sensation under his shirt. The feeling lasting only a few seconds before it faded, he took a breath before rolling up his sleeve, but as he saw the new ink he closed his eyes however continued pushing up the fabric. He didn’t know how long he kept his eyes closed but eventually he opened them, eyes honing in on the flowers decorating his arm. Not just any flowers, the ones you were drawing earlier, except these just weren’t painted

He let out a breath of relief, you were his soulmate, beautiful, gifted, wonderful you. His heart was bursting, the broadest smile he had ever had on his face as he traced his fingers over the tattoo. However, as he glazed over the it, it was interrupted by one of his many scars, every insecurity flooding his head at once, the soul crushing feeling that he couldn’t let himself be with you. He felt guilty at the thought of someone being stuck with him but you being cursed with him for a soulmate, that was a killer.

He lay back on his bed, his tattooed arm coming to rest over his chest where the heart is, his other hand coming to grasp it before he rested his chin on top. He didn’t know what he was going to do, he wanted you more than anything yet he couldn’t let himself hurt you. He barely slept, eventually passing out near 5am from sheer exhaustion

You fixed your outfit before fixing some of your stray hairs “You ready y/n?” you look up in the mirror to see your friend smiling

You nod “Yeah think so” you say taking one last look at yourself before heading out

After meeting up with Regulus on the way, the three of you sneak along to Gryffindor tower, approaching one of the boys in Regulus year manning the door “Names?” he asks looking down at the pieces of parchment he’s holding

Regulus chuckles “Didn’t know it was VIP” he jokes but the boy doesn’t seem to find him amusing “Tough crowd” he whispers in your ear

You giggle with him while your other friend gives the boy your names “Y/n, Pandora and Regulus”

The boy flicks through the pages, crossing out two of the names quickly before eyeing Regulus for a good minute before reluctantly crossing out the last “Butterscotch” he says the fat lady who seems like she’s able to hear the party inside and is, to your surprise, having a grand old time

“Oh of course…hello handsome” she waves at Regulus semi seductively as the door opens, the boy going a tad red that a painting hit on him as you walk through “You want to see a trick?” you distantly hear her say to the bouncer as the painting closes behind you

“Wow so this is what it looks like” Regulus notes looking around the room seeing the small swarms of people dotted about along with some dancing on the makeshift dancefloor

“It’s cosy” Pandora smiles

You nod “Our ones are much better though”

“Oh yeah 100%, it goes Ravenclaw then Slytherin, but that’s only because we’re below the ground” Regulus turns to you gesturing with his hands “Then Puff then this place” he smirks

“We’ve never seen Hufflepuff common room?” Pandora tilts her head

“No but it’s been known to be awesome, ergo better than this but our house pride beats it therefore we are the best” you explain smiling proudly with Regulus who shares similar…be it slightly flawed…logic with you

The three of you move through into the party, it looked like the Gryffindors had been at it a little longer than their guests, which was made apparent when James walked right up to Regulus cupping his face “Pads you seen my girl…” he keeps his hands on his face but his head jolts back examining him “…you’re not my Pads but you look a lot like him” he says hazily

“I’m not thats…” Regulus speaks slowly about to explain when James starts talking again

“You haven’t happened to see my girlfriend have you pretty?” you let out a giggle at Regulus’ quickly tinting cheeks, the boy shakes his head “No worries angel I’m sure she’s around here somewhere” James removes his hands “Bye pretty boy” he starts walking away before he spots you and Pandora “Pretty girls too!” he exclaims “And Moonys girl” he winks at you before muttering ‘tootles’ as he saunters away

You all exchange looks, only one not flustered is Pandora “Drinks?” Regulus finally gets out

Pandora nods “Sure…you coming y/n?” she starts walking with Regulus but turns back as your eyes have caught the birthday boy

“Umm” you glance at them “I’ll be there in a bit I’m just going to greet someone first” you give them a smile

The two give each other a knowing look while you slowly walk towards Remus, before you can get there two Hufflepuff girls beat you too it “So have you got your mark Remus?” one asks eagerly while you awkwardly stand at the side watching

He looks uncomfortable at either the question or the attention, perhaps both “Yes” he says hesitantly

“Can we see it?” the other asks making him jump cutely “You never know, do you like cats?” she moves her hair to reveal a little cat on her upper chest

Remus looks at it then straight back up “Umm” he looks more panicky now so you swoop in

“Rem I found you” you walk up taking his hand and pulling him away, not bothering to look at the two girls who look annoyed by your intrusion

As you reach the edge of the common room, it’s a little quieter allowing Remus to calm down. He would have thought your hand in his would make his so nervous but it was the opposite, it gave him peace, it felt right

“Thank you” Remus says in relief, still holding onto your hand as his eyes trail down what your wearing, stopping a little longer in some areas making you smile “You look…” his eyes return to your face “…nice” he internally cringes while you just continue to smile

“Thanks Rem” you keep the nickname deciding you like it, giving his hand a squeeze

He likes it too even if he’s scolding himself for calling you nice, not beautiful or gorgeous but nice, you say your mum or gran looks nice not your crush…soulmate. His hand slips out of yours and comes to rest on his mark over the jumper he’s wearing, gently rubbing it as he debates what to do, he wants to tell you but no words come out

You felt empty at the loss of contact but as you watched him rub his arm you couldn’t help but wonder “Are you happy with the mark?” you ask kindly, you’re question much more respectful than the others he’s received today

He smiles “Yeah it’s nice…pretty” he corrects looking at you, a part of him hoping the correction will apply to his earlier statement

You bite your lip smiling, Remus thought you were pretty “Do you know who it could be?” the hope apparent in your voice

Remus despite his slight panic loved that you hadn’t asked to see it, had been your perfect self about it, so much he almost pulled his sleeve up, almost “No” he shakes his head, the flash of disappointment made his heart ache, instantly regretting it

“That’s okay you’re still young, maybe the event just hasn’t happened?” you reassure him, although to you it’s for yourself as your more than a little heartbroken

“Maybe” he nods, the light atmosphere slipping away from the two of you so he tries to recover it “Would you like to get a drink?” he gestures to the table

“Sure” you nod, smiling again even if your heart was aching

Despite your disappointment the party was fun, you, Pandora and Regulus hung out with the marauders, even being introduced to Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. You were by Remus’ side most of the time, you didn’t mean to, it was more of a happy accident with the way people ended up sitting or standing. You got to know him a little better, his family, some of his other interests and he learned about yours, as well as your ambition to be a healer someday, at one point showing him one of the spells you created.

The best part of the evening was Regulus and Sirius, sure they were drunk, but they had fun together, hugged each other and laughed. For the first time in your friendship with Regulus he looked genuinely free and happy, and Remus thought the same about his own friend.

Remus did enjoy the party, the confirmation that you were his soulmate wasn’t lost on him though. The fates had a way of bringing soulmates together and the way people always sat in such a way you and he were always next to each other was no different. He started realising all the times he ran into you was the bond trying to pull him closer, which it was made clear when you and Pandora left the party with a very drunk and giddy Regulus. The moment you left the room he felt empty, like a part of him was missing, the feeling was worse than any other he’d felt before, combine that with the knowledge he was going to graduate and go off into the world while you were right here, made it worsen.

The next months were lonely, Remus had graduated moved into his parent’s old cottage, spending the first month trying to fix it up before the moon hit and he was out for a week. James and Sirius still came to help, unfortunately Peter had received an offer to go study in America, an offer all of the marauders refused to let him decline. He managed to get some work, but it was almost exclusively muggle since many wizards wouldn’t hire him once he had disclosed his furry little problem.

He missed you, there wasn’t a day he didn’t think about you. He knew you were his soulmate and he was just counting down the days until your birthday…actually come to think of it he had no idea when yours was, it never came up. That didn’t help with his stress, the thought of you waking up with a horrid thing on you was his worst fear, as he now realised if you did it meant you would see him as a monster in the flesh at some point

The next time he saw you was just before school started in which you were invited to Sirius and Regulus’ flat warming. After his birthday party the two brothers reconnected, Sirius sneaking back into his old house to help Regulus pack up his stuff and the two finding a flat with the money gifted to the elder brother by a relative that took pity on him when he first ran away.

Remus got to the party a little late due to having a shift at the grocery store he’d managed to bag a job at, hanging up his coat he walked deeper into the apartment, giving smiles to those he recognised on the way past. As he entered the open plan kitchen and living room he felt more alive, his eyes looking over the groups of people scattered about finally falling on you, currently talking with Barty and Evan in the corner.

He could sense you before he’d even seen you, it seemed like it was the same for you as he saw you looking around eventually catching his eye and waving to him. He waved back before Sirius and James greeted him and pulled him away, but he made sure to find you later, his heart wouldn’t let him avoid you.

A few hours had passed and he’d left Sirius, James and Regulus, who had only recently discovered the beauty that was ABBA, to preform karaoke on a questionably stable table to go look for you. He could feel you were still here so he decided to head closer to the door in case you were just in the bathroom

As he walked over he spotted you in the entrance area, scared you might be leaving he quickened his pace “Hey” he greets as he exits the living room, his friends singing still pretty loud so he closes the door behind him

You turn hearing the door “Oh hi” you smile seeing him, even more so as you figure he came to find you

“How have you been?” he asks stepping towards you but he keeps a comfortable distance despite the urge to just take you in his arms

“I’ve been good, can’t believe this is my final summer vacation though” you say sadly before perking up as you return the question “How have you been, you’re a proper adult now”

You giggle at your own statement sending his heart a flutter “Don’t feel like one” he chuckles “I’ve been alright…I missed you” he can’t stop himself from confessing

Your eyes light up “I missed you too”

You really did, the last months you had been feeling down, you thought it was because your fantasy of Remus being your soulmate was on the back burner until you got yours, but for some reason your heart ached for him, yearned to see him, the pull stronger than it had ever been before

“So what brings you out here, our friends atrocious singing?” he jokes, both of you laughing as you hear James’ voice belting through the door ‘yes, I’ve been broken-hearted…’ followed by Sirius ‘blue since the day we parted…’ finally Regulus ‘why, why did I ever let you go-oooo’ you hear his voice trail off followed by a distant thump assuming he jumped off the table, to which you and Remus later found out the table broke in have and James broke his arm

“I feel like that’s an insult to Reg” you say turning back to the painting which first captured your attention

Remus hums in agreement “True he does have a rather nice voice, puts Sirius and James to shame” he laughs but it fades as he follows your eyes

His throat felt dry seeing the art, it was the moon cycles painted artistically. He had in fact bought it for Sirius since the original poster he had, which Sirius grew found of and stole, had become tatty and ruined over the years, however seeing it again made him uneasy

“It’s pretty isn’t it” you say after a few seconds “Do you know where Sirius got it?” you inquire as Regulus would have showed you this if it was his

He looks over at you in surprise, he could never see the beauty in the cycles, each represented a ticking clock until he would become his worst self, the repeating cycle of pain he endured “I…I guess so” he lets out a shaky breath “I bought it” he confesses

You turn to him “You have good taste” you say smiling away, his lips involuntarily tug up

“Thanks” he accepts the compliment bashfully “So” he decides to change the subject to something more comfortable “You excited for your final year?”

“Yeah” you smile “Exams will be tough but if I get the grades I should secure a place with the healer of my choice…there’s one in wales actually” his heart jumps at the idea of you being close “Hey, you might know it, it’s with this older lady just down from the little mountain range. She’s a muggleborn, really into combining muggle and wizard healing, and just like me making new spells” you say enthusiastically, her as your mentor was your literal dream

He felt himself fall in love with your passion “Snowdonia yeah I’ve been there with my parents…and one very horrendous attempted camping trip with the boys” he chuckles at the memory, their faces when they realised it was muggle tents was priceless

You giggle “Are you still living in wales?” you gently prod, the prospect of living nearby making something in you burn

He nods “Yes I am, luckily my house, thanks to Regulus and James who fixed it, now has a floo network making travelling a bit easier” he smiles a little embarrassed but his heart warms that you seem unfazed

“Could I get the address?” you ask hopefully “So we can keep in touch? I don’t know when we might see each other again” you bite your lip as you look up at him

He felt like the world stopped as he met your eyes, unable to refuse you “Sure…do you have a pen so I can write it down?”

You sat up on your bed, watching the clock tick towards midnight “Nervous?” Pandora asks sitting on the bed in front of you

You nod “Yeah…what if it isn’t him?” you ask a little pained

She reaches out to take your hand in hers giving it a gentle squeeze “What’s meant to be will be…I believe that our own emotions effect soulmates and if you love him then I see no reason why it wouldn’t be” she gives you a heartfelt look

You smile back nodding before your eyes catch writing appearing on your notebook, Happy Birthday in 3…, Regulus’s writing made the world feel like it was slowing down. This was it the day you found out if it was the man you had only ever envisioned it to be or a perfect stranger.

2…You and Remus had been sending letters back and forth but you hadn’t mentioned your birthday to him, you weren’t ready to burst the perfect bubble you both had created.

1…it was funny how you could love someone so much, how that love had grown with every small interaction, all accumulating to the bonfire in your heart which burned for him

Happy Birthday! “Happy birthday” your friends write and say

Your hand went to your collar bone, feeling a weird sensation for a few seconds before it dissipated. You stood up from your bed half stumbling over to the mirror, Pandora followed behind, quickly grabbing the notebook to keep Regulus informed.

As you moved your shirt your eyes teared up in joy “It’s him” you turn to Pandora who is equally as emotional and happy for you, giving you a huge hug before you turn to the notebook

Did she get it? – some red writing appears on the page

Sorry we feel asleep doll but we’re here… - some pink writing appears

You smiled so happy Evan and Barty were given their own notebooks, Evan’s in red and Barty ‘s in pink

And we are queer – Regulus can’t help himself adding making you and Pandora giggle

You grab the quill writing, I got it!

Is it who we thought? – Regulus asks

Yup! – you reply

YESSS I fucking knew it! – the green writing a little wobbly from his excitement

So happy for you love x – Evans’ witting appears next followed by a little heart with yours and Remus’s initials

Brilliant doll, what’s the tattoo like?

After a few more messages from Regulus and Evan agreeing with Barty you draw the tattoo

The days leading up to James and Lily’s engagement party in October were long, both you and Remus were counting them down.

You bought a dress which allowed for your collar bone to be displayed, along with a cardigan you could wear to hide it until you were ready, you wanted Remus to be the first to see it besides your friends. You were so excited, a little nervous of how he would react but you were sure he felt the same. You had a rough plan in your head, you figured since he didn’t tell you he must not have experienced the event between the two of you that his tattoo foretold. Therefore, you would see how you were feeling at the time, if things went well and you were close then you’d show him and if the event happened then great

Remus on the only hand was nervous, your letters were becoming more intimate, sharing things normal friends didn’t, you signed them with yours y/n and he did the same. He wondered if you had figured it out or if this just your way of being close. You and your male friends were close too, but Remus knew deep down you and he were a different kind of close and it terrified him. He was scared of how you would react when you found out and more importantly found out he kept it from you for well over a year and a half

You took a breath as you approached the door to James and Lily’s house, hearing the gentle music and chatter even from outside. After a few seconds of psyching yourself up, you knocked on the door, hearing a muffled ‘I’ll get it’ before it opened revealing Sirius

“Y/n!” he smiles brightly at you “Bring it in it’s been…” he reaches out to hug but stops as he recalls how long “Fuck over a year” he finishes the hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly

You smile into the embrace “It’s been too long” you say pulling back “I’ve graduated now though, I even have a flat in wales, maybe you can visit sometime?”

He grins “Wales huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows “I’ll hold you to that” he winks placing his hand on your back leading you inside before he kicks the door shut behind him “Here let me get that” he gestures to your coat

You shrug off your outerwear, making sure to adjust your cardigan to hide the tattoo before you turn back to him “Can I get the grand tour or is that James’ specialty?” you smile at him

“Mine I have more flare” he flips his hair making you giggle “Why don’t we get you to your man first huh?” he smirks at you, you don’t even deny it just nod “Brilliant, right this way darling” he holds out his arm for you to take, and when you do he leads you through into the dining room

Looking around their house was wonderful, the large glass doors which led into the garden which was all illuminated by floating lights. While you admired the view, asking Sirius some questions about it, Remus spotted you.

Merlin did you look beautiful, it had been a whole year and he couldn’t believe how different yet perfectly the same you looked. You had matured, hair a little longer, his eyes couldn’t stop themselves from trailing over the curves of your body. A smile and look of pure admiration on his face as he watched you smile and giggle at something Sirius said, he’d missed you, he thought those months before were hard, the last year was a million times worse.

He looked out of the window to see couples getting ready to dance outside, his feet started moving towards you before he could register and soon he was face to face with you “Hi” was all his brain could think of, his voice that of a person trying to ensure you were truly real

Sirius takes that as his que to leave, giving you a kiss to the side of your head before patting Remus’ back as he walks off

“Hi” you beamed at him, merlin he looked good all dressed up

Just like him you observed how he had changed, he looked a little older, he had facial hair now which only made him prettier and there was a new scar on his neck. The scars had never bothered you, you thought they made him beautiful, he was perfect in your eyes and all you wanted was to be there when he was sick, hold him and care for him.

Remus glances behind him hearing the band ready to play before returning to you “Do you want to…to” he holds out his hand, taking a breath to compose himself “Do you want to dance?” he lets out a little laugh smiling

Your heart bursts, taking his hand right away “Yes I’d love you to dance with you” you say looking directly into his eyes

He leads you outside and over to the dancefloor. His hands never slip from your only readjusting its potion and the other gently finds your waist, while yours grips the side of his shoulder. The contact sending a buzz through the two of you, eyes fixed on each other’s as the music starts and he begins to move you around the area of dancefloor you occupied. It wasn’t perfect, you stepped on his toes and he yours, both giggling and smiling like idiots. In your own way it was perfection, it was real, both of you falling for each other all over again, and that string, connection or whatever it was that fate bound you with was the brightest it had ever been.

After the dance finished, you lead Remus over to a couple of swings tried to trees in the garden “That was fun” you say as you sit down grasping the rope on either side of you and pushing off gently “Sorry if I hurt your feet” you bite back your giggle

He waves it off sitting down on the other swing “I could say the same thing to you” he chuckles

You sit in a comfortable silence, both softly rocking back and forth on the swings, the music in the background but the rest of the world had faded out. Eventually you look over at him to see him already looking at you so you reach your hand out, smiling as he takes it.

“I missed you” you say quietly, not wanting disturb the moment

“I missed you…” he squeezes your hand “…so much” he confesses

You shuffle your feel on the ground, shifting your swing closer to his “I got the job in wales” you say as he shifts closer to you

“That’s great” he says full of pride for you, that’s my girl

You smile to yourself turning your gaze to the assortment of flowers in front of you “Yeah, maybe you could visit me…a year is too long” you say sadly

He hums in agreement “Is was” he looks over at the flowers “You know Regulus designed this spot” he informs you

You look over at him surprised before returning you gaze to it, it did seem familiar “It’s beautiful” you note

“It really is” he says but as you look over at him he’s just smiling softly at you

You turn the swing towards him, as does he, faces inches from each other now “Hi” you whisper

“Hi love” he whispers back

He was caught up in the moment to think about logic, that this was the last thing he should be doing if he wanted to keep you safe, but right now he didn’t care. All he knew is how badly he wanted to kiss you and he did

Remus gradually started to close the gap licking his lips as he drew closer, you did the same titling your head every so slightly, lips capturing each other in a sweet slow kiss. As your lips moved in sync his free hand came up to cup your face, pulling at your jaw gently to deepen it, the passion overwhelming you, both you never wanted it to end.

You heard a snap before his lips left yours followed by a thump and groan, opening your eyes you saw the swing Remus was on had broken “Are you alright?” you couldn’t hold the giggles, not caring about your dress as you kneeled down to check him

He chuckles “I feel like that’s the fates way of telling me to wean off the chocolate” he jokes before wincing, realising one of the bits of wood from the swing as broken and cut him

“Remus?” your giggles face as you see the small amounts of blood on his hand “Let me see” you lift his hand carefully, pulling out your wand as you mutter a quick spell

He just watched you work with a smile on his face, how gentle you were, the precision, it all made him realise that you truly loved caring for people, for him

His heart warmed as you placed a kiss over were the cut once was “Thank you” he tilts his head, hand going up to cup your cheek

“We should maybe repair this…” you say as he just leans in

“We can do that after” he says closing the gap once more

By the time you had finished fixing the swing and by you, Remus, all the other guests had returned inside or dotted just outside around some tables. Remus fiddled with one of the bits of rope, his jacket was draped over your lap on the other swing so you admired how good he looked in just his shirt and lightly loosen tie. You smirked as you watched his muscles flex through the shirt, even more so as in his overheating as he struggled with the rope he pushed up his sleeves.

He huffed in relief as he finally got it standing up straight “Good as new” he smiles at you moving to rub the back of his neck that had become a little stiff from his earlier position

As he did it you saw it, his tattoo it was flowers and they looked so familiar. You turned your head to the flower arrangement you were looking at earlier, your brain in that moment realising that maybe this was the moment so you jumped up placing his jacket on the swing before pulling him down into a kiss

He stumbled a little before regaining his balance, one hand moving to your waist as the other caressed your hair “Didn’t realise my swing fixing skills were so attractive” he chuckles as you pull away

You giggle “As hot as those were” you hand brings his forearm down to rest between the two of you “These are just like those” you point to the flowers

Remus’ felt his heart in his throat as he realised you’d seen it, thankful for the flowers that were inspired by your drawing “They are” is all he could say

You step back, removing your cardigan and placing over his jacket. As you turn back you make sure your tattoo is visible, watching as his eyes drift down from your face, mouth parting as he takes it in.

Remus felt his lips tug up, the tattoo was beautiful and suited you so well. He had been so scared about this moment all his life, so worried about what would show up and now the guilt set in, the guilt of keeping you both apart for so long. The guilt of not trusting you when you were the love of his life, his soulmate, the one made for him as he was for you

He was broken from his trance by you walking up to him, taking his hands in yours “Do you like it?” you ask eyes flicking between his

He nods “Very much” he says genuinely “We’re…” he starts before taking a breath fingers raising to run over your tattoo

“We are” you smile at him, face full of love “I’m so happy it’s you, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” you say tears forming in your eyes

“Really?” his own eyes glaze at the confession, you nod “I wanted it to be you too” your heart bursts

You bring his arm up and place a gentle kiss on the tattoo, right along the scar Remus had which cut through one of the petals “You once told me you thought it was pretty, I can see why” you share, tracing over the tattoo “You know” you tilt your head “I think I drew something like this once…” Remus’ heart starts to race “…wait I painted this in the notebook that must be were Reg saw it…” merlin no please, he pleads “…I painted in the library when I sat…with…” the smile drops from your face

Remus watches in unease as the realisation washes over you, face contorting ever so slightly as it hits you “Y/n” he breaths out, his chest aching as you look up at him your expression filled with hurt

“Remus you’ve seen this before, you said it…it…” you let go of his hand withdrawing from him “you knew…” you let out a small sob “You knew, didn’t you?”

His heart broke, breaking further into a million pieces when he reached out and you stepped back “Y/n” his eyes fill with tears threating to fall

You shake your head “Answer me” your voice breaks as your tears fall

“Y/n” he sniffs “I…I…” he tries to form a sentence but he can’t, there was nothing he could say

You took his lack of words as confirmation “Why?” you shake your head “Why didn’t you tell me? It was only a day you couldn’t have forgotten it…unless you” didn’t love me, your breathing became heavy, your heart hurt, it felt like the world had shattered around you and all of the shards were cutting you as they fell

“I was trying…” to protect you, he couldn’t finish it, the words felt like poison in his mouth when all it resulted in is him doing the opposite and breaking you

“Trying to what?” you shrug wiping your nose as the tears fell uncontrollably “You knew and…you looked me in the eyes and told me you didn’t” you look up at him “I want to why…what was so wrong with me being your soulmate that you decided, I’m never telling her…” you were almost shouting now “What was so bad that even after you continued to lie and let me believe it was those flowers” you point to them

He shook his head “There is nothing wrong with you, y/n…you’re perfect in every way and I love…I love” he takes some breaths trying to speak but his emotions are slowly overwhelming him

“No you don’t” you cut him off making his eyes widen “If you loved me you would have told me” you say plainly

You were right in a way, Remus’ fear was bigger than his love for you, he was so scared of this physical monster that he had created a worse emotional one “I was scared” he admits quietly “I was scared” he repeats to himself, the guilt eating him alive

“Scared of what?” you look at him in confusion

“That you wouldn’t want me” he motions to himself

You look at him like he’s being ridiculous “Wouldn’t want you? Remus we’re soulmates it’s kinda in the name”

“I know that but I was still scared”

“Why?”

“Y/n I’m dirt poor, I have no money ,I live in a tiny cottage that leaks when it rains, I’m…” he hesitates “…sick all the time, I’m littered with ugly scars…” he pushes his hands to his face before looking back up at you “I’m not exactly someone’s first choice”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, did he really think you would be so shallow? Did he really think he was so unlovable? “Remus you are my first choice, the only person I’ve ever wanted…How could you think so little of me?”

“I don’t…I was just…you don’t understand” he wants to tell you the truth, but then you’ll surely leave

Your face hardens “You were just scared and you don’t think I’ll understand? Is that really your final answer?” his mouth opens but nothing comes out “You made me wait for over one and half years, and I waited like an idiot, a stupid obvious idiot because I love you” his eyes light up at the last three words but his face quickly falls as you continue “I’m done waiting when you don’t think I’m worth a real answer” you shake your head walking away quickly, leaving Remus in shock

You start running towards the house, deciding to head around the side of it to avoid anyone seeing “Y/n darling what’s wrong” you hear Sirius call out but you ignore it

Sirius turns to see Remus jogging up looking equally if not more distressed “What the hell happened? Last time I saw you were kissing then Marls is telling me she heard fighting?”

Remus stops for a moment “She umm…I need to go” he didn’t have time to explain, you had your wand and as soon as you got to the street you would apparate

As he sprinted around he saw you crossing the street pulling out your wand “Y/n!” he called out

You turn around ready to leave but he pulls out his own wand sending a spell your way and flicking it out of your hand “Remus” you scold him going to pick up your wand but by this time he has made his way to you, taking your wand as you stand up with the wand in the other

“You deserve the truth, your right, I love you so much and you deserve to know everything” he says pleading, ready to bare himself to you

There was such conviction as he uttered those three special words and that was what made you stay “Go on”

“There a reason why I get sick every month, a reason why I have scars why I was so…” he starts but soon realises a long-winded explanation would just make it worse so he tore off the band aid “I’m a werewolf” he blurts out closing his eyes, bracing himself for you to rip your yourself from his arms and curse him but it never comes

As he opens his eyes he sees you don’t look disgusted, you still look hurt but you seem to be processing the information.

How could you miss the signs? The scars, the disappearances every month, the fact he’s called moony and you have literal moons on your body. Merlin you felt so stupid for you were a healer in training that couldn’t even spot a werewolf

You didn’t know how long you had remined silent for, you brain was trying to get your head around it. You understood why he did it now, understood why he was scared, why he thought you may hate him. Werewolves struggled to find work, they went through so much pain every month and the awareness that Remus was going through that was like a dagger to your heart

“How long?” you ask after a good while

He was surprised at your question but answered “Since I was 4” he watches the sadness in your eyes

Fifteen years, one hundred and eighty moons, one hundred and eighty painful transformations, you wondered if he went through them alone as most did. Then you remembered his nickname, Moony, you were a smart girl it didn’t take you long to work it out from there, James was Prongs a dear, Sirius Padfoot a dog and Peter Wormtail a rat. They knew, they helped and most likely still did. Which meant even if he was scared, even if you understood, the hurt you felt knowing he didn’t trust you with his secret was devastating

“Y/n?” Remus gently stirs you from your catatonic state, he saw the emotions running through your head and he didn’t know what you thought of him “I understand if you hate me now” he looks down heart sinking

“I don’t hate you” he looks back up “I’m mad at you, furious even but I don’t hate you…” you tear up again “I could never hate you Remus”

“You don’t?” he shakes his head lightly

“I don’t” you confirm removing yourself from his grasp “But even if I understand, even if I know why you did what you did, it doesn’t mean it was right”

“Y/n” he starts to panic as he sees you clutching your wand harder

“You still lied”

“Y/n I’m a werewolf, I’m the monster people tell their children at night…I was trying to protect you” he tries to reason his voice raw and broken “If we were together I might hurt you, you would be nursing me every month for the rest of your life, I can’t hold a job, merlin I’ve had 7 in the last year because I keep getting faired for all my sick days, I’m barely keeping myself afloat…we could never have children” he completely broken down in tears as he says the last part

You’re crying as well, you want to hold him, you want to forgive him but you couldn’t, not yet “And you thought you would make the decision for me?” you ask rhetorically your anger building once more “Remus that’s not yours to make”

“I know but…” you cut him off

“No buts there’s no excuse Remus, you said you didn’t want to hurt me but you have, worse than any physical wound. Do you really think I wouldn’t love you for who you are? You think that would stand in the way of me seeing how beautiful and kind you are? Think that would stop me from loving you?” you take a breath, wiping your nose not caring that you must look like a mess from the crying “I’m a healer Remus, all I want is to care for you, I would be honoured to be the one you go to heal your wounds, I would hold you while you fell asleep, kiss every scar on your body…” your confession both broke and warmed his heart all at once, realising how stupid he had been and as you continued realising he had thrown it away

“…I would do all that and more Remus. I’ve loved you for so long, wanted you since you sat next to me in the library and we spoke for the first time, wanted you to my soulmate, I wished on every star for it to come true. I counted the days until this party so I could see you and tell you…” your tears were like streams at this point “…and you didn’t, you hide it from me, you were selfish continued the lie and if I hadn’t figured it out you would have let all of this be built on it” you motion between the two of you

You raise your wand into a position to apparate “Y/n” Remus begs “Please love please don’t leave me…please” he walks towards you but it’s too late

“I’m sorry” you apologise as you wave your wand and with a *crack* you were gone

Remus collapsed to his knees in the middle of the road “No” he sobs “No…please come back” he pleas to himself

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, looking at the place you once stood, the heartbreak on your face was seared into his brain. He sobbed violently, his chest throbbing from the pain of hurting you, it felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest and you took it with him, just as your heart was left behind in his own hands.

“Moons?” Sirius calls out, his own heart breaking when he sees his friends state “Remus” he kneels down on the road in front of him

Remus looks up at his friend “I made a huge mistake Pads…I’ve lost her” he blubs out hands reaching out to clutch onto Sirius shirt

Sirius wraps his arms around him, hand going to the back of his head to pull him close “It’s okay…I’ll be okay” he says unable to think of what else, trying to figure out what happened

He knew you, well enough to know you would never judge him for being a werewolf so what was it? “Remus what happened?” he tries to cox the answer out

Remus pulls back panting “I knew she was mine, my soulmate, all this time I knew…I lied to everyone” he confesses, he never let the boys see his tattoo “She found out I lied and…” he winces “that when she finally saw it I let another lie hide the truth”

Sirius’ eyes widened, he had figured you were soulmates and he understood the hurt you would have felt “Did you tell her why?” Remus just nods before collapsing back into his chest continuing to cry while Sirius’ closed his eyes “What did she say?”

“She loved me anyway” Remus mumbles into his “Do you think she could ever forgive me” he looks up at his friend, voice raw, eyes puffy and red, looking more broken in that moment than any moon

Sirius pulls him close “If anyone can it’s y/n” he reassures “She’ll just need time” he kisses the top of his head “She just needs time” he repeats for himself

You cried for the next week straight, you hated yourself for leaving him like that, you should have gone back, you should have forgiven him then because this heart ache was so painful. It physically crimpled you, you barely ate, slept, you thought about going to his house to many times but every time you remembered what he did and you cried. You felt so broken, you needed time to recover, you needed to be able to see him without breaking down, forgive him fully so there would be no malice afterwards, when you could say ‘I forgive you and this is a fresh start’ without the looming feeling of mistrust in the air.

On the other side Remus was a wreak, Sirius and James were so concerned they practically moved in with him for the next month. If he hated himself before, it was worse now and he welcomed the pain of the full moon like it was something he deserved. He felt like there was no hope, he didn’t hear James and Sirius telling him that you would come back, that you would forgive him.

He didn’t know until a week after the full moon that you had dropped by his house, giving Sirius healing balms you must have spent the last two weeks creating which reduced the scaring significantly, as well as spells to help numb the pain and to stitch the wounds so he could move about without the worry of opening them again. He was told by Sirius that he did ask you if you wanted to come in but you refused, you weren’t ready yet.

Yet, Remus felt a little more hopeful, especially reading the little notes you left on the balm’s telling him how often to use them, the little x’s at the end making his heart heal along with his wounds. He tried to gather the words to say to you when he saw you again but he was struggling, that was until Regulus visited his house with a gift, a sandy brown notebook and quill. The boy didn’t say much about it but Remus knew what it was as you had told him in your letters, opening it up Regulus granted him permission to see every conversation they had in it since they all had newer ones now

Remus read every page, quickly working out who was who, he saw the original drawing his tattoo, along with so many others, including rough sketches of him. He read how you gush to them about his latest letter, followed by the day you found out he was your soulmate. The recreation of your own tattoo and how happy you and your friends were that it was him. He cried as he read it, deciding to take the quill which Regulus must have given to him for this reason and write his own notes, telling you how beautiful you looked on the days of certain entries, how much he adored his mark, how much he loved and still loves you, all of the times he fell for you and why.

You were sitting on the window sill of your flat, looking out at the pouring rain and the grey clouds covering the tops of the distant mountains. A knock drew your attention away from the rather depressing view, usually you loved rain but in your current mood you felt even more alone, missing Remus. As you hopped off the window sill sliding on your slippers you thought about going to see him, you had been debating the last week, wondering if you were ready

Opening the door your eyes widened seeing Remus, drenched “Oh Rowena” you whisper “You’re soaked through” you pull him in, healer mode activating as you attempt to sit him down on a chair and grab your wand to dry him but he stops you

“Y/n?” he urges you to sit down “It’s just water” he lets out a small chuckle as how different this exchange was to how he’d imagined

You sit on the chair next to him finally registering that he’s here “What…how…umm” you close your eyes for a moment trying to form a sentence but Remus seems to understand what you’re trying to ask

“I got the address from Lily…oh” he pulls out an envelope “…your wedding invitation by the way” he places it safely on the table “I know I shouldn’t have just shown up like this…I just couldn’t bare another moment without seeing you…even if you tell me to fuck off”

You just stared at him, you had imagined what you would say but you couldn’t remember any of your shower rehearsals in that moment

“Would you like me to leave?” he tilts his head looking for some kind of expression but you say nothing

He shallows hard, nodding as he stands up but before he walks out places something on the table, it was only the sound of the door closing that snaps you out of it “Rem” you look around in front of you, eyes landing on the notebook

Opening it up you see all of the brown ink, all the notes of affection as you quickly flick through, the ‘I love yous’, the sweet words, even small poems “Rem” you say to yourself before you grabbing your bag and sprinting out of the apartment, essentially falling down the stairs and almost knocking out the old lady that lived next to you as you ran out of the front door into the rain

You didn’t care about getting soaked, or the fact you were only in your jeans, vest and cardigan and all drenched in seconds. As you reached the gate you saw Remus across the street in an ally hiding from any muggles “Re-” you started to shout but he apparated “No” you said panting

You thought for a second before you raced back inside, up the stairs, apologising once more for almost killing your neighbour and back into your apartment. You half crashed into your cupboard as your slippers skidded on the floor, quickly grabbing the floo power from there and deciding to worry about the bruise you most likely had given yourself from the impact later.

You stepped into the fireplace, announcing Remus’ address clearly, throwing the power. You tumbled out of his fireplace with a thump, landing harshly on the hardwood floor, you bag landing somewhere by his dining table but you don’t care, brushing off the suit but it only sticks to your wet hands,

“Remus” you call you but there’s no answer “Remus please…Rem-” the front door of his cottage opens “-us” you finish seeing him standing in the doorway, tears on his face but they are masked from the rain

“Y/n?” he wasn’t sure you were real, taking in your appearance he realised you must have gone after him and by the suit on your clothes, even adorably painted on your nose, he figured out the rest

Even with it he does have much time to react as you run up and jump into his arms, acting quickly as he wraps his around you letting you hug into him like a koala bear “You came back to me” he whispers into your ear, your wet clothes squishing together but neither of you care

“I’m sorry you waited so long” you say as he gently sets you down

He shakes his head moving some of the wet pieces from your hair “You never have to apologise for that, not after how long I made you wait” his fingers glide down your face

You sigh at his touch missing it dearly “I love you Remus, I don’t want to spend another minute away from you” you grab at his jacket pulling him closer to you

He smiles “I love you…” he cups your cheeks “…so much” he leans in closer to you noses brushing together “…let’s make up for lost time then…of course that’s if you’ll have…” he starts before you close the gap, too impatient to let him finish, letting the passion and love in your kiss do the talking for you

He returns it right away, smiling into it, kissing you like he was drowning and this was his air, when you finally pull away he grins at you “Come on” he takes your hand leading you towards the door “We’re wet anyway” he says as you happily follow him out into the rain

He stops little ways from the cottage, taking you into his arms and dancing you around his small garden just like he did back at the party all those weeks ago. You laughed and smiled as he twirled you around, even more as he attempted to dip you down and kiss you but with the mud you both slid and fell to the ground

“Are you alright?” he checks on you, admiring how even in the rain, along with the mud and suit clinging to you and your clothing you still look utterly beautiful in his eyes

“I’m more than fine” you reply grabbing his face and bring him down for another kiss

“Can I use your shower?” you asked as you re-entered the house “and maybe borrow some clothes?” you look back towards him chewing on your lip but are greeted with a mischievous grin “What?”

He doesn’t say anything, just walks up to you and kisses you once more, this time it’s different, there was love and passion sure but also lust, a burning that had been building for so long it had finally snapped and ignited. He backed you slowly into what you figured was his bedroom, hungry kisses making their way down your neck, only severed as your legs hit his bed and you fell onto it

“Rem the covers will get all wet and dirty” you try to sit up but he shakes his head climbing over you

He smirks “I don’t care about that my love as long as it isn’t just the sheets getting wet and dirty”

You lay with your head on Remus’ bare chest, hair and bodies dry and clean now you had taken a shower. You traced the scars, leaning to place a kiss on each one as you finished outlining it while Remus watched you lovingly, watched as you slowly started to break down the high walls of insecurity that surrounded those scars.

You gradually made your way down to his arm, and as you draw over the tattoo you got an idea, sitting up “What’s wrong?” Remus asks but he’s met with an excited smile

“Just wait” you scoot out of the bed, grabbing one of Remus’ jumpers and throwing over your naked body before shuffling out of the room

From his location on the bed and with the door wide open he smirked watching as although his jumper was long on you when you bent down into you bag he got a rather nice view. You soon walked back through a tub similar to the one you used to use for painting in your hands

“What are those for?” he inquires, eyes flicking up and down your body, merlin you looked cute in his jumper

“Oh well I was hoping I could paint your tattoo” you bite your lip “Can I?” he could never say no, nodding right away “Yay…sit against the headboard” you say half shooing him as you climb back onto the bed

He does as you say but when you attempt to kneel next to him he grabs your waist pulling you towards him with a small squeal “No, no, you sit here” he positions you to sit between his legs your back against his chest

You giggle turning your head to give him a quick peck before taking his arm “Hey?” you pout as he removes it from your grasp and takes the paints out of the other placing them on the bed

“Sorry but if you are going to paint me while I’m naked…” he grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your shoulders, throwing over onto a nearby chair “…then it’s only fair you should be too love” he kisses your bare shoulder

You lean into his chest “I suppose that is fair” you admit, picking up the tub and starting to paint

It tickles a little but he doesn’t mind, he just enjoyed the closeness, how comfortable he felt being with you like this. He trailed little kisses across your back as you worked, loving that you didn’t mind and enjoyed them just as much as he did

You stopped painting hearing a knock at the front door “It’s probably Sirius coming to check on me” he says not bothering to stop the trails of kisses, merely moving his free arm around your front pulling the blanket up to cover your lower half

“Will he come in?” you ask continuing your painting, feeling strangely comfortable despite being half on display

He hums “Yeah…that’s him” you hear the door open, his hand moving up to cover your breasts for when his friend enviably walked in

“Moons you better not be moping in bed again I swear to Godric…well hello there” he announces his voice getting closer until he reaches the door smirking as he sees your rather intimate position

“Hi” you say shyly, trying to just concentrate on your painting “I’m filling in his tattoo” you unnecessarily elaborate

Sirius nods “You sure are…” it was like Remus could already imagine what he was going to say so he cut him off

“Pads don’t you dare” he warns eyeing his friend as his head rested on your shoulder “Now if you shall excuse us…” he sees his friend looking at him expectantly like he wants to know how “…as you can see we are rather busy making up for lost time” he kisses your cheek making you smile, still too nervous to face Sirius whilst only wearing Remus’ arm as a bra

“Okay fine but I want to know everything” he points at the two of you before mouthing to Remus ‘and I mean everything’ he motions with his body

“Pads I can see that in my peripherals” you say making Remus and Sirius chuckle the latter shouting a quick ‘bye’ as he leaves

You finish filling in the last flower “There” you turn your head to look at him “What you think?”

He smiles at it then you “I love it…maybe we should get you Pads’ machine and you can make this permanent” he says genuinely

“You think?” he nods

“Yup but right now” he nudges his nose with yours “Time for me to do the filling” he wiggles his eyebrows before cringing at his own statement “Can we strike that from my record?” you nod as both of you burst out in giggles

[sxtaep]

OFF THE TABLE - KTH | seven (m)

↬ synopsis: a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

pairing — taehyung x female oc

genre — fluff, angst

word count — 4.3k

chapter warnings/tags — very domestic, kissing (just a little bit), past exes, oc’s mom lowkey fancies taehyung, sexual innuendos, some hostility, childhood trauma, mentions of abuse, mentions of mistreatment, overall a little sad for taehyung :(

a/n: this is a taehyung love club !

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A few hours later, Yuna woke up in a cold sweat. She looked to her side for her phone, checking the time just to see it was 4am. She had a huge headache and she felt extremely hot. Taehyung was still sound asleep and she did her best to get out of bed without waking him. Thankfully, she succeeded but almost stumbled as she stood on her feet. She threw on her robe and quietly made her way downstairs for some water.

Taehyung would roll to his other side, hugging the duvet closer to himself, still asleep, but something would tick him awake. He then almost immediately opened his eyes and looked around without moving his body.

The shuffling outside of the room was enough to let him know that she was probably going down because she was hungry. He huffed quietly and just laid there, waiting for her to come back.

Yuna stepped into the kitchen, heading straight to her little medicine cupboard above her toaster, opening it and stretching her arm up to grab the box, however she struggled. The box was too far deep in the cupboard, so she had to try and use her fingertips to inch the box closer to her.

Losing control, the plastic box fell on the counter, causing a pretty loud thump, making her jump.

Hearing this, Taehyung would jump out of bed and run downstairs in a panic. As he stepped in the kitchen and saw her all good and well and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can't sleep?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her hands scattering to collect the sprawled out boxes of pills.

"Something like that," she replies, shrugging it off.

Taehyung frowned and stepped closer to her, gently placing the back of his hand against her forehead.

"Baby, you're warm."

"Yup, I feel it too, I feel like I'm in an oven," she grumbles, popping the tablets into her mouth and gulping down some water. "Maybe I got food poisoning, I don't know.."

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pulled her into a hug, giving her a kiss on top of her head. "If you don't feel better in the morning, I'll take you to the doctors.

Yuna leans her head against his chest and nodding. "Gosh, this just had to happen at the worst time. We could be getting the date of the hearing anytime now. Imagine it's this week? Fuck, I'm gonna have to call in sick in a few hours."

"Let's just hope you get better. If you don't, I'm pretty sure Giana and I will make it work for all of us." He pet her hair, kissing her head again. "Wanna try and fall asleep again? Maybe it will help?"

"Yeah.. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in my room, it's too hot in there. I'll stick to the living room couch," she tells him with a small smile, patting his shoulder and walking past him with a glass of water in hand, taking it to the living room.

Upstairs was always warmer than downstairs, and seeing as she was already burning, with barely anything on her body, the best choice would be to stay downstairs.

"You can go back upstairs.."

Taehyung frowned again, following behind her into the living room, "I wanna stay with you, to make sure everything is alright."

His concern for her made her feel all warm inside. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking straight ahead. "I'm not a child you know. I've been sick before. It's nothing I can't handle," she boasts, trying to lighten the mood. "But.. I appreciate it," she finally says with a sigh.

He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. "Is it just a fever? Or do you feel like it's something else?"

"I'm not sure.. it might just be a fever since I feel like I'm burning up. I should be fine in a few days though," she tells him reassuringly, smiling lazily and closing her eyes for a few seconds to see if she could fall asleep.

Taehyung nodded and he kissed her head yet again. He noticed she was trying to sleep again, so he remained silent.

Yuna fell asleep within a few minutes with Taehyung by her side, indicated by her light snores. Normally when she got sick like this, she'd be a mess; fidgeting and moving about, struggling to sleep. It seemed that just his presence itself could make her feel a hell of a lot better.

Taehyung just sat there, watching her sleep peacefully. After a couple minutes, he fixed her a bit, moving to lay her down properly on the sofa, whilst he got up to sit on the carpet.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, her symptoms were physically visible and he didn't want her getting more ill.

When morning came, Yuna was still lying on the sofa. Assuming he was next to her, she had a look around, not seeing him anywhere until she looked down to see him fast asleep on the floor. She carefully knelt down onto the floor, brushing her hands through his hair to wake him up. "Tae.. you're gonna be late for work," she whispers in his ear.

Taehyung rubbed the tiredness off his eyes, slowly waking up after some struggle. He turned his gaze on her with a soft smile. "Feeling better yet?" He stretched, his arms above his head, hearing his bones crack in the process. His back was pain due to the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in.

"Yeah, somewhat better,"  she places her hand under his back, pushing him to sit up. "You're so silly, you should've just slept with me on the sofa. There was more than enough space," she scolds him, rubbing his back.

Taehyung stood up to fix his clothes and look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it is pretty late. I don't even have time to go home and change.." Letting out a heavy sigh, he fixed his eyes on her again, his smile making a comeback. "I'll let sir know that you're sick, so don't worry about that."

Yuna nodded and flashed him a small smile, standing up along with him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. "Are you going home after work or will you be coming back here?"

"I'll probably go home to grab some clothes, but if you don't mind, I want to stay here and take care of you." He wrapped his arms around her to pull her into a hug, as he rest his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah, no that's perfectly fine.." His words definitely sparked something inside of her, making her feel all 'lovey dovey' inside and have her heart racing. She smiled to herself and looked up at him with so much adoration, she seriously looked like she was in love.

Taehyung would come back to her house after several hours, wearing a simple pair of black dress pants and a grey sweater, his gym bag full of clothes over his shoulder. He locked his car, putting the keys into the bag and gently knocked on the door, fixing the bag on his shoulders. His hair was damp as he just got out of the shower.

Yuna opened the door for him with a smile. Yikes, it felt like she was waiting for her husband to come home.

"I could open the door to this everyday," she laughs softly, eyeing his wet hair and his choice of attire. She moves aside to let him in and close the door behind him. "How was work? I hope it wasn't too hectic."

As soon as he entered, he dropped his bag to the floor and pulled her into a very long kiss, one hand tenderly cupping her cheek as he made her stumble back into the house. Oh, he was latched onto her. The kiss was so long, he was close to just eating her face off, but he couldn't let that happen at the front door, so he finally pulled away, out of breath and smiling down at her.

"It wasn't too bad, but I missed you so much."

How could he respond so casually like he didn't just have his tongue down her throat. Yuna was still recovering, clearing the throat, "I missed you too. I didn't realise how boring it would be being alone."

Yuna left his side and went and sit on the sofa, looking at him expectantly for a few seconds hoping he'd follow, before her phone started ringing on the table. Her screen lit up, seeing it was her mother that called.

"Hey mom," she says with a sigh, leaning against the sofa. It was typical of her mother to be such a chatterbox.

"I've got a pretty bad fever but I can handle it, you really don't need to come over—" her mother's words over the phone cut her off, insisting she come and take care of her daughter, which Yuna was not allowed to refuse.

"I hope that wasn't an ex of yours that was calling you," he heard her talking to someone, but didn't hear good enough to know who it was.

"It was actually my mother. She was just checking up on me, then I told her I was sick and now she's gonna be here in the next 5 minutes." Talk about her mother only had her realising that this would be the first time Taehyung would be meeting her, and they weren't even in a relationship.

His eyes shot wide open, as he took his time to understand her words.

"I'm aware this will be your first time meeting my mother, but don't worry, she's really easy going and fun."

When it finally hit him, he ran to the door and grabbed his bag, then quickly ran upstairs. "And I look like a complete mess!"

Yuna didn’t have the physical abilities to chase after him, so she let him do what he must for a couple minutes before a knock was heard at the front door,!indicating her mother had arrived. Taehyung was rushing to try and look presentable but honestly, it didn't matter. He could waltz around naked and he'd still look good.

She huffed and headed for the door, opening the door to be engulfed by her mother's open arms.

"Yuna! Are you doing okay?" the older woman frets, squeezing Yuna in her arms and pulling away, her hands reaching up to touch her face.

Taehyung could hear the older woman as he changed into a polyester white button up shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone, exposing his tatted chest a little. He huffed and went back downstairs, forgeting to dry his hair.

Whilst walking down the stairs, he fixed his rings, making sure they wouldn’t slip off his finger, as he called out to her, "Yuna, have you seen my—?" He stops abruptly, finally being in the presence of her mother.

Yuna met eyes with him over her shoulder, not having enough time to appreciate his outfit. "Seen your..?" she trails off, waiting for him to finish his sentence but he didn't seem to budge.

"Honey.. what is Mr Kim doing in your house?" she asks, staring at the man on her staircase in awe.

Mrs Mei knew him?

Of course she did, Taehyung was all Yuna would complain and bitch about everyday after work, and no matter how much hate she expressed about the man, her mother would always find ways to make him seem better than he actually was. The term 'handsome' would be thrown about quiet a lot by the older woman.

"Ah, hello there."

Yuna was just waiting for her mother to freak out, and it happened a few seconds after Taehyung came down. Her mother let go of Yuna and threw her arms around him, gushing over the fact her 'handsome' work colleague was in her house. "Oh, Mr Kim! How are you doing? You shouldn't be standing, come come, sit," her mother ushers him towards the sofa, leaving Yuna dumbfounded at the door.

Taehyung didn't know how to feel. Looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend, he forced a tight smile, before turning around to face her mother, sitting down on the sofa beside her.

"I'm fine, thank you, but please, call me Taehyung. I'm also sorry for being here whilst you're visiting your daughter, but she's sick and I wanted to take care of her. Apologies for any intrusion."

The shock on her mother's face was understandable. "Yuna! You never told me Taehyung was your boyfriend!" she gushes, gesturing for her daughter to come and sit behind her, which she hesitantly obliged to, taking a seat next to her mother. "Um, mom.. he's not my boyfriend yet.." she whispers to her, hoping she'd understand and keep her mouth shut.

Taehyung's ears would perk up at her words and immediately frown, raising a brow as he leaned back catch a glimpse of the girl from behind of her mother.

"Oh, I'm not?"

She smiles nervously at Taehyung, her eyes gesturing towards her mother and bringing a finger up to her lips for him to stay quiet. Her mother didn't notice since her full attention was on her coworkers. She didn't want to tell her mother she and Taehyung were in a relationship just yet, for the sake of her own being. Her mother would probably go into cardiac arrest if she got told now so suddenly.

He immediately understood, yet him being himself, he showed a huge smirk and rested his back on the sofa, as his hands landed on his thighs. "That's not what you were saying last night.."

Her mother snapped her head towards Yuna, who couldn't do anything but narrow her eyes at the man.

"Excuse me?"

Taehyung would simply shrug as he got up and fixed his shirt, still sporting that god-forsaken smirk of his, "I didn't know you call someone you have sex with a ‘friend’, but alright." He then acted all innocent, as he turned his gaze to her mother with a smile. "I'll make us some tea, how about that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared, walking to the kitchen.

Her mother turned around to look at Yuna in complete shock. The older woman was going to question it, but Yuna stopped her, getting up from the sofa and and following him into the kitchen.

"If you're gonna say something like that, you should've at least said it correctly.." she mumbles, standing behind him. "We didn't have sex, I sucked you off," she whispers, hoping her mother wouldn't hear.

"You are acting as if me fucking you in your office didn't happen, baby," he winks at her, making a start on the tea.

"My mom doesn't need to know that.." she rolls her eyes with a knowing smile and backs away from him, standing beside him and leaning against the counter.

"Shouldn't you go to your mother? It's pretty rude to leave your guest alone," he raises an eyebrow at her, carefully pouring the steaming hot water into the mug.

Yuna rolls her eyes and heads out of the kitchen and back into the living room, thankful her mother was still on the sofa and not wandering around. "Taehyung is almost finished with the tea.." she tells her, taking a seat next to her.

"Honey, you know you can tell me if he's your boyfriend right?"

Of course she knew, she trusted her mother more than anyone else in the world. "Okay.. so he is my boyfriend.."

Oh, the smile on her mothers face was to die for "How long have you guys been dating?"

Before Yuna could give her an answer, Taehyung was making his way into the living room with a hot cup of tea in hand, handing it to the older woman, who carefully took the fine china from him, so as to not spill the beverage onto herself.

Her mother briefly thanked him and took a small sip, making sure not to burn her tongue in the process.

"You make a very good cup of tea Taehyung," her mother praises, showing him an appreciative smile. "I hope Yuna isn't forcing you stay and look after her. I'm sure you've got a lot of work to do."

Taehyung cocker a brow at her words, his eyes moving back and forth from Yuna and then to her mother. He frowned and cleared his throat, "What do you mean by that? Why would she be forcing me?"

Was it obvious he was growing a little tense?

"Oh it's nothing bad! Her last boyfriends usually wouldn't be around whenever she was sick, so I'd always come over and take care of her. This is the first time a boyfriend of hers has ever voluntarily took care of her," her mother gushes, rubbing Yuna's back gently, who smiled awkwardly ahead upon being reminded of her shitty exes.

"Ah, I see.." He then cleared his throat again, feeling bad for judging her mother too soon; he was getting mad at the lady and already got his guard up. He then shook his head, trying to get rid of the guilt in his stomach. "Well? I'm not one of her exes and I don't plan on being one anytime soon. If she feels sick or  needs me here with her, I shall be here with her and for her."

Either Yuna was hearing things, or she was smiling like an idiot for no reason. Everything he said was making her heart race and her insides feel warm and giddy, and it seemed like her mother had the same reaction.

"Ah.. We'll I'm glad. On a completely different note, I should probably get going. I only came over to check on Yuna, thinking she was alone, but thankfully she's in safe hands, so thank you for that, Taehyung." Her mother stands up, grabbing her bag and heading to the door.

Now it was just Taehyung and Yuna stood at the door. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful their first meeting went a lot smoother than she had expected.

"You good, Tae?”

"No, not really,” he responds dismissively, walking past her back to the living room and sitting down on the sofa with a huff.

He was too quick to jump to conclusions with Mrs Mei. Taehyung had to stop thinking that just because his mother was a bad person, it meant every mother was just as bad.

Yuna hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat next to him. "Do you mind.." she starts, tugging at her bottom lip, deciding on whether she should ask such an intrusive question. "Do you mind telling me about your mother? I mean you don't have to, I understand she may be a sensitive topic for you to get in to."

Taehyung would sigh, looking down at the rings adorning his finger and fidgeting around with them.

"No, it is fine. I guess you should know about my past if we're planning to spend our near future together."

Hearing him mention the pair spending their lives together popped another thought in her mind. So far, things were going so well with their relationship, she didn't stop to think about her plans for the future with him.

Were they serious serious about this?

She brushes her thoughts away to the back of her mind, focusing herself on him.

He cleared his throat, turning his gaze on her, and showing her a slight smile. "Just— please, do not feel bad for me. The last thing I need is pity."

Yuna nods quickly, knowing well she'd still feel pity for the man whether he liked it or not.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, scratching his prickly chin, "Well.. My parents always wanted to have a son. My father owned a firm, similar to the one we work in, and thought only his lawyer son could inherit it. They didn't have any luck the first time around, having my older sister, Imelda."

In all the years she'd known Taehyung, she had no idea he had an older sister, and quite frankly, she couldn't really imagine it.

"So they tried once again and, much to my dismay, they had me. They believed that I was perfect for their sick plan of fitting me into their dreams, but I wasn't doing great at school. I prefered spending time with my sister, y'know, cooking and playing with dolls, instead of studying everyday and going to the firm with my father."

Yuna could only nod intently at his words. Understanding how difficult it must've been to grow up and being forced to live your parents' dream was not an easy one.

"After some time, they understood I wasn't the perfect son they imagine me to be," he swallows loudly, hesitating to mention the worst bit, not really wanting to hit her with something that would definitely leave a scar on her mind. It did explain how he ran away and came here after being almost being forced to partake in an arranged marriage.

She squeezed his hand a few times, noticing the concern and worry in his eyes, reassuring him that he could continue.

Taehyung was still hesitating to go on, and he couldn't face Yuna, not after the bombshell he's about to drop on her, so he turned away from her, resting his back on the sofa and throwing his head back to avoid her eyes.

"My father would beat me for any little mistake I made and I was treated worse than his guard dogs. If I got a bad grade, they didn't let me have dinner and if I retaliated or even tried to run away,  I'd be stuck in a state of constant fear, not knowing what he'd to do me next. And that wasn't even the worst part," Taehyung pauses, taking a moment to himself to collect his thoughts.

"My mother would stand there and watch. She wouldn't even try to stop him.”

Honestly, Yuna was in disbelief. You'd only ever hear about parents mistreating their kids on the news, but it certainly hit her a lot harder knowing that he was subjected to such treatment. What's worse was she couldn't even do anything to console him since he refused to accept her pity.

"Are you.. still in contact with your parents..?" she asks quietly.

"They haven't contacted me since I ran away. I only keep in touch with my sister, but I hear they're in the city right now. My mother is from around here and I heard from Imelda her father finally died."

Finally?

"Don't you think you should pay your mother visit? I mean, it's probably the last thing you wanna do, but maybe some catch-up with her would help?"

Taehyung sighed for what felt like the tenth time, as he hid his face in his hands. "I don't know. I'm still mad at her for everything."

She hums and leans back against the sofa with him. "Maybe.. your mother had no choice? You haven't heard both sides of the story so you should sit down and get some answers, don't you think?"

Yuna had a point. Taehyung was pinning a lot of the blame on his mother, maybe his father was hurting her too?

"Yeah, I think you're right," he concludes, standing up from the sofa, "I'll call my sister and ask if our mother is here, and if she is.." he bit down on his bottom lip, looking over at her, as he hid his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with his fingers.

"...You think you can come with me? I really don't feel like confronting her alone."

She stands next to him, the pity she'd been trying to hide for so long, now peeking out. "Of course I'll come with you."

Yuna was going through her phone, waiting for Taehyung to come out of the shower, when a very important email caught her attention. She sat up in bed and opened the email, finally reading that the date for the hearing had been set.

3 days from now.

"Taehyung?" she calls out to him, getting out of bed rushing over towards the bathroom, which he was already leaving.

"Yeah?" He brushes the drenched strands of hair away from his eyes to get a better look at her.

"Look," she hands him her phone to take a look at the email that was sent to them by their boss. "They've set a date for the hearing. It's three days from now.

Taehyung merely gave her an 'are you being serious?' look, "What? You've never been to a hearing before?" he pouts, pulling at Yuna's cheeks and walking into her bedroom.

"Come on!! Are you not excited? Or at least scared? Worried? This is a world class case, you know. There's gonna be a lot of press and we're gonna have to do interviews, like how they do it in the movies.."  goes on and on about it until they're both lying in bed.

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung kept staring up at the ceiling, and when he felt her eyes burning into him, he shifted his head slightly to glance at her.

"I can see many emotions coming out of you right now, but I must admit, I really wanna put a close to this case. It's one of my least favourites to be honest."

"Mhm, agreed. Hopefully after this, things will go back to normal.." she mumbles with a sigh followed straight after.

'Normal' would mean.. Taehyung and Yuna going back to nothing more than work colleagues.

She didn't want that.

"Goodnight, Taehyung." She leans in to place a kiss on his cheek before turning her back towards him and falling asleep.

"Goodnight, love."

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[levis-tealeef]

“4am,,

levi x sleepy!reader | fluff

ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ - another sleepless night, you want the comfort of your boyfriend. he gratefully grants your wish :>

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A/N: this is just a small fluffy sleepy fic that i wrote at 4am- hence the reasoning for this entire one shot lmAO i wanted soft levi so boOm here :D it's kind of ooc so i apologise for that ;-; my tired brain is to blame djdn

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warnings: mild swearing because of grumpy levi

700+ words

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the soft sound of shuffling is what woke levi up. well, he wasn't really sleeping... only spaced out. he couldn't get himself to sleep easily and it was only on the rare occasion that he could with no hassle. unfortunately tonight wasn't too kind to him, leading to him only being able to lay still and silent in his bed as he stared up at the ceiling.

with curiosity and some annoyance, he looked to peek out from the covers to see what was making the noise. low and behold stood none other than you, his love, standing in your nightwear with a blanket wrapped around you.

"y/n- what the hell are you doing?" he sighed. he sat up slightly. "it's four in the morning."

you had stopped in place when he looked at you. "couldn't sleep..." you mumbled. truth be told you were absolutely exhausted but no matter how hard you tried, tonight you could not go to sleep. seems this was something you had in common with your love, though this usually wasn't an issue for you.

levi hummed at that. "and you came in here why? i thought you were having a 'sleepover' with the girls."

you huffed. "i changed my mind and i want to sleep with you now." you pouted at him a little. "... can i join you...?" there was some hints of hesitance in your voice.

he stared at you for a few moments, the silence dragging. "you didn't need to sneak in here to ask me that, you know?"

you blinked. ah, yes. you somehow tend to forget that he is your boyfriend and that the two of you were actually close. even after months, you still asked if it was okay to sleep beside him.

"oh- okay..." a soft blush of embarrassment dusted across your cheeks, but it soon went.

you carefully clambered onto the bed and under the covers with levi's help. he had lifted the covers for you, laying on his side. once you were laying down comfortably he brought you to his chest, holding you securely. immediately you felt much more relaxed than when you were without him.

a possibility arose from that thought. maybe you couldn't sleep because levi wasn't there. surely not... right? you honestly couldn't tell if that was weird and needy or not, but it made sense.

for the past few months you had been sleeping in levi's bedroom. granted when you went to bed he would much later, but the fact you knew he would eventually be beside you calmed your thoughts. maybe it was because you weren't sleeping next to him tonight that you couldn't sleep.whatever the case, you were happy now.

a gentle run of fingers through your hair shook you from your thoughts. you blinked a few times, looking up at levi with tired eyes. with your already sleepy mush state, you completely melted into his touch.

"quit procrastinating and get sleeping." he scolded lightly, though kept playing with your hair soothingly. "it isn't good to stay up this late, my darling..." he whispered.

oh how you loved that nickname. 'my darling'. whatever the situation you always got butterflies from it. as you did just then.

you nodded. "i know... i'll try to sleep now." you smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

he hummed. "you won't try, you will." he squeezed you gently as he hugged you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. "... please?" his ask was only a soft whisper.

closing your eyes you let out a soft hum of approval. "mhm... though... will you sleep too...?" you whispered, your relaxation slowly sinking in to the land of dreams.

he too closed his eyes, giving you another soft squeeze. "we'll see what the night brings." he answered quietly. "insomnia is a bitch sometimes." he mumbled.

you couldn't help but giggle at that. "i agree~ but it can be overcome." you replied; another whisper. "try your best..." your voice was starting to slur a little, your sleepyness starting to overcome you.

he hummed. "i will..." he kissed the top of your head. "now go to sleep."

a soft smile grazed your lips. "i will." you gently nestled into his embrace. "i love you, levi..."

"i love you too..."

and for the first time in a while, levi had a lie in.

[obsessive-ego]

Just go with it

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Lewd mentions

Beetlejuice needs you to pretend to be his fiance or he's in trouble

"Babes?"

...

"Babes, wake up"

....?

"Y/n wake up"

What?

Was your first thought as you are shaken awake by the ghost who has made your home his, you mumble out something unintelligible as you grope around for your phone, you cringe as the bright light of the screen blinds you, as your eyes adjust to the light you groan, 4am.

"Beetlejuice, what-"

"Okay, babes, no time to explain but I need you to pretend to be my fiance" despite the odd statement beetlejuice sounded a tad worried.

"What?"

"Long story short I may have said a few things to some guys, and if we dont pull this off I will be dragged back to the netherworld" the ghoul whispered dragging you out if bed.

"Oh" was all you could muster is your drowsy state.

"So theres a suit from the netherworld waiting to meet you, in your living room, now" beetlejuice continued rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shuffle about your room, slipping on slippers and giving your hair a quick once over, as you reach for your housecoat beetlejuice swats away your hand.

"Bee-"

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders "this will work much better babes, we need to sell this"

You groan, you were too tired for this, thank god you didnt work in the morning, who knows how long this shit is gonna take, but as tired as you were you couldnt let whoever take your ghost back to the netherworld.

"Okay you're my fiance, I proposed a week ago, and you're head over heels for me, that last part wont be hard to fake huh doll?" The ghoul gives you a wink, you sigh.

"Wait, almost forgot" the ghoul snaps his fingers, you feel a light squeeze on you right handed middle finger.

Upon your finger appears rather tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, you honestly felt your heart squeeze when you saw it, to be honest staring at the ring felt like a dream, maybe because you just woke up? It was beautiful, and the idea of it being for real kinda hurt knowing it was for pretend, but those feelings didnt matter right now, Beej needed you to help him avoid being dragged back to the netherworld, you can think about those depressing emotions later.

The two of you leave the bedroom, beetlejuice takes the lead as you shuffle behind.

As the two of you enter the living room you could help but pause and stare at the 'suit' beej claimed that was waiting for you.

In your little arm chair sat a fairly tall skeleton man, his bones a blueish hue, wearing a lime green suit that looked fresh off the rack, guess not all dead guys wore dirty clothes, in all honesty this was your first time seeing another dead person aside from the maitlands and beetlejuice, they were human, beej was humanish, but this guy looked like he walked out of a cartoon.

"Sorry for the wait, you know breathers, they need to sleep" beetlejuice cackled snapping you from your thoughts "well there's y/n, theres the ring, and theres the door, feel free to use it" beetlejuice snears, wanting to get this whole thing done with, yes he adored messing with you, and with different circumstances this could have been funny, but too much was on the line for him and you were an awful liar, he loved you sure, but theres no way you could pull off lying.

"Y/n I presume?" The skeleton gestures to you, completely ignoring beetlejuice, you nod "its pleasure to put a face to the name, I apologize for the rude awakening, when you've been dead for as long as I have, you tend to lose the meaning of time, my dear this wont take long, we just need to clear up some loose ends then you can get back to your rest" the skeleton gestures you to sit on the couch next to beetlejuice who has already made himself comfortable.

You gently sit down next to BJ who was quick to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side.

The skeleton pulls out a clipboard from his jacket and flips through the pages

"Lawrence B Shoggoth, y/n m/n l/n, I have requested an audience with you two to clear up some issues with Lawrence's recent updated paper work, not to mention a handful of rumours that need to be put to bed" the ghoul flips through the papers "it says here the y/n you are Lawrence's spouse, is that true?"

You nod

"You see y/n, Lawrence here cant be trusted at face value, so that is why I must converse with you on the matter, so you are his fiance correct?"

"Yes"

"I see, now how long have the two of you known each other?"

"About a year or so" you shrug

"Mmmhmm" the ghoul scribbles down something and continues "now when did he propose to you?"

"Last week" this was so anxiety inducing, for a man with no eyeballs it sure felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Now what drawn you to such a, oh how do I put this, such a man?"

You hear beetlejuice huff out as if he was insulted.

"Well, beetlejuice may be rough around the edges, and can be a dick at times, but he's great company, hes funny, witty, has great taste in movies, and he makes me smile, hes also, well, he's also good looking too" you look away from both parties, as you were clearly embarrassed over what you said, it was the truth, but it still made your face burn.

Beetlejuice leans forward, looking in your direction, eyes wide and mouth a gape, his hair now a bright pink.

"Mr Shoggoth, you look surprised at y/n's words" the ghoul grabs Beetlejuice's attention.

"Heh, you see y/n is the shy type, hearing that type a thing is rare and ALWAYS gets my attention". Beetlejuice slicks his hair back removing the pink and resetting it to its default green.

"Mmmmhmmm" was the ghoul's only response as attention was drawn back to you.

"So y/n you truly are betrothed to Lawrance, you want to be wed to him on purpose?" The skeleton's tone was almost surprised, as if beetlejuice was the most revolting creature in existence and you wanting, out of your own free will to be bound to such a thing, was the most insane thing he has ever herd.

You nod, beetlejuice gives the skeleton a smug toothy grin.

"This isnt a joke, nor is he blackmailing or threatening you?" His tone sounded desperate, as if he needed to prove beetlejuice was lying for his own good.

You only shake your head, while beetlejuice surpresses a laugh

"Ya see bone head? I'm innocent~" he chuckles, squeezing you close to his side.

"Y/n you are aware of what you're doing for Lawrence correct?" The skeleton sounded almost smug, you only stare back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You see y/n, you are doing Lawrence here a huge favor, when the dead marry the living, they are able to walk the earth like you do, you are granting him life, something he has never had, this is why we must confirm with you, that you understand what he's doing" the skeleton gestures to beetlejuice, the demon only rolls his eyes in response.

"I know"

Attention is drawn to you

"I know all about that life giving thing, beetlejuice told me about it"

"Well you see y/n, this isnt the first time Lawrence has-"

"I know, I was told, by him and the person he tried to marry the first time, small world huh"

The skeleton pauses for a moment then coughs into his fist, as if to regain his composure after being surprised, he continues "I see, Lawrence has been honest with you, I didnt think he had it in him"

Beetlejuice snarls at the comment, tips of his hair turning red.

"Just a few more loose ends y/n then you can return to your rest" the skeleton flips through his papers "ah, Lawrence, y/n may have been couched, and since you seem so eager to speak, I do have a few things I need to clarify with you, if the two of you are in love as you say and this isnt a farce, you would know plenty about your future spouse, when was y/n born?" The skeleton snears as if hes caught you two red handed

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "easy *birthday day and year* hell I woke them up with some early morning birthday head"

You cover your face in embarrassment at that comment, yet you were surprised he knew the year.

"Correct, and might I saw congratulations on a LEGAL partner this time"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes at the low blow before grumbling "it was a green card thing"

The skeleton ignores Beetlejuice's comment and continues "what drew you to this breather? And please keep it out of the gutter"

Beetlejuice huffs "spoil sport, y/n here is one of the kindest, sweetest, softest breather I ever met, they let me do whatever I want, they want me around, no stings attached, they got great taste, just look at the company they keep, and let me tell ya, the first time we met they sucker punched me in the jaw for scaring them, and I've been dreaming of that swing ever since"

You just stare at the ghoul, he remembered that? He remembered how he first met you? When lydia locked you in the basement and he jumped out at you, successfully scaring you but earning himself a fist in the jaw, wow. Your face felt hot remembering that, what a frist impression.

The night droned on and on with dull questions the suit had lined up to prove beetlejuice was lying, but every question had an appropriate answer, and the skeleton knew he could not prove anything as the night went on.

Low on patience and time he decided call it quits.

The skeleton pushes his clipboard back into his jacket and sighs "I appreciate your time y/n, thank you for your cooperation, and Lawrence, I look forward form your departure of death, a short vacation from you is the pick me up I deserve" the skeleton raises up from your chair and walks over to a wall on the other side of the room, you watch him draw a door, and knock 3 times, you're livingroom wall opens up to the netherworld. You freeze at the sight, you always felt uneasy seeing the netherworld portal open up, maybe it was a living thing? As if beetlejuice felt your discomfort he pulls you into a side hug, grounding your anxiety, you give a sigh of what feels like relief.

The skeletontirns to face the two of you "Before my departure, y/n I do have one final thing to ask you, can you kiss Lawrence for me?"

"What?" You gawk in confusion

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "what? You the type of guy who gets off on watching others get hot and heavy, I mean I feel ya, but if you insist, I can help a guy out" beetlejuice is quick to cup your face "give daddy some sugar~" he purrs puckering up to go in for the kiss.

"Lawrence you misunderstand me, I ask y/n, if you two are truly betrothed, shy or not, y/n shouldnt have any issues kissing their lover" the skeleton gestures to you, without eyeballs or eyebrows he sure wore a smug face, as if he found you two out.

Beej snorts out his nose, great, he's fucked, theres no way you could sell this now, the ghoul had to take the lead and try to steer this away from what this bureaucrat wants "Shy or not, my little sex pot here isnt too keen on others watching, believe me, I tired, the only thing they wont do in the bedroom-"

"Bee, it's fine" you interject, gently grabbing the demons sleeve, he looks at you mouth agape, green slowly blossoming into pink in his face and hair.

"You mind leaning down honey?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, yes beetlejuice has kissed you more times then you could remember, and yes, youd be lying if you didnt enjoy them, but taking the lead? That was new, and to have someone watching? Not to mention if you dont make this look good he's gonna take beetlejuice away.

Beetlejuice on the other was practically glowing pink, and vibrating with excitment, not to mention drooling.

You gently cup the demons face, running your thumbs across his stubble, you swore you could hear the demon purring, you take a deep breath through your nose before closing the gap between the two of you.

Beetlejuice's hands find homes for themselves, on in your hair, the other on the center of your back. Your hands move from the demon's face and bury themselves in his messy hair, gently giving his head a scratch, you squeak with surprise as the ghoul lifts you up from the ground, instinct kicks in nd you wrap you legs around his waist, lips still locked with his, you feel his tongue probing at you mouth, begging for your permission to enter, you oblige, his tongue wasnt new to you, you felt it a handful of times, running up the side of your face when the ghoul was trying to get your attention mostly, but in your mouth?

It was long, and big, and kind of cold, it easily took the lead, exploring your mouth.

You push on Beetlejuice's chest to notify him you needed to breath, the two of pull your lips part from each others, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"Oh Lawrence" you sigh

The demon now completely electric pink, still holding you up growls before asking "couch?"

You hum out "yes"

Before the ghoul flops backwards on the couch, having you sit on top of him, you give his tie a quick yank and he groans in response.

"Oh doll, you're lucky you dont work tomorrow, cuz I want you to ride me all night~"

"Ahem!"

The two of you freeze for a moment, beetlejuice snickers at your face, clearly embarrassed, you pause for a moment, swallowing your shame before addressing the ghoul who was still here

"You're still here?" Was all you manged to breath out

"I mean I'm into it, but y/n? Not so much, and they clearly arent into you watching so" beetlejuice snorts, trying to wave the skeleton off so the demon could relax.

"I see, y/n you clearly are attracted to him, and understand all the consequences of marrying the dead, I declare that Lawrence B Shoggoth was, in fact, telling the truth, this should be a holiday, such a rare occasion" the skeleton trailed off as he walked into the netherworld, you only watched as he vanished and the walls of your little apartment rearranged themselves like it never happened.

You sat top beetlejuice for a moment, sighing over dodging the bullet of losing your, very dear friend, you may or may not be head over heels for.

You're reminded of where you were sitting  with a familiar pinch on your butt.

"Hey honey~" the ghoul purrs

You jerk up at recalling the situation you're in, beetlejuice groans at you movement

"Careful sweets, keep moving like that and you'll turn this semi into a boner" he snorts out a chuckle.

You're quick to get off the demon, though he did grunt in protest, before sitting back up and pulling a couch cushion over his lap, despite how crude he was, he did have SOME common courtesy.

As much fun as it would have been for the demon to tease you on your rather hot actions, he noticed how your attention wasnt on him, rather then you were staring at the wall that was once the door to the netherworld.

"So we did it?" Was all you seemed to whisper

"Yup, I got to hand it to you babes, you did quite a good job fooling that stiff"

You turn back to the demon and give him a soft smile feeling completely relieved.

"You know it's funny y/n, you're a terrible liar, and you sure as hell cant act, you got way too many tells, but yet, I didnt see a single twitch nor did I hear a single stutter, why's that?~" you knew that tone oh too well, it was the 'I know something embarrassing about you' tone, it was smug yet made your legs turn to jelly.

"I guess when it comes down to really important stuff i guess i can-" you stammer while fiddling with the hem of your shirt

"I dont think so dolly" beej was quick to interrupt "babes, you've been wearing my jacket the whole time, I've seen you keep glancing down at the ring, and fuck me, the amount of fire in that kiss, someone like you cant fake that" 

You refuse to look his way, this was one hell.of a way to come clean with your feelings, a heavy silence fills the room, though you're pretty sure beetlejuice could hear your heart pounding away.

As if the ghoul could sense your discomfort, he sighs "ya know babes, it's pretty late, and breathers need to sleep, so how bout you head back to bed and I'll finish grilling you in the morning"

Glancing back at beetlejuice you could see the flicks of purple appearing in the pink mess of his hair, you give the ghouls half hearted smile, as you go to take off the jacket he raising his hand motioning you to stop

"Its gonna be cold tonight babes, how bout you keep it warm for me?"

"Oh, alright, night Bee, glad I could help you" you wave off as you head to your bedroom to over think what just happened.

Beetlejuice groans when he hears the familiar sound of your bedroom door closing, he was so close to getting a real confession out of you, but tomorrow morning is gonna be pretty dangerous for you,  he sighs removing the pillow from his lap, he had a more pressing matter to attend too, and with your taste on his tongue and the beautiful imagine of you on top of him yanking at his tie, this 'problem' wont take long to deal with.

Bonus

The next morning was quite awkward, beetlejuice wasnt kidding about grilling you in the morning, but at least what felt like an interrogation last night, now felt like childish teasing

"Bee, can I ask you something about last night?"

The ghoul beams with excitement at your question "anything you want babes"

"If we would have failed, what would have happened to you, you said you would have been dragged back to the netherworld and" you pause hoping the ghoul would fill in

"Oh, yeah, if we would have got caught I would have had to spend a week in the netherworld with my mother fixing this paperwork and just being chewed out, a nightmare babes, we dodged a bullet" he raises his hand for a high five as if to congratulate you on helping him out

"What, I'm sorry what"

Beetlejuice lowers his hand and frowns at your response

"Beetlejuice I was worried sick, I thought they were gonna take you away forever, i was terrified if i fuck up I'd never see you again, like what am i supposed to do without you?! I dont want you to leave me" you practically screamed

Beetlejuice only started at you, slowly soaking in what you said

'I dont want you to leave me'

His blank stare slowly shifts to a smile, flicks of pink appearing in his hair "dont worry sugar, you're stuck with me"

[princehairsupremacy]

11,118,126,130 maybe like he came home last and is stressed and he just wants cuddles and kisses🥺

11. “All I need is a hug.”

118. “It’s early, baby.”

126. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

130. “Boobs are like squishy pillows and yours are comfortable.”

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Harry kept waking up during the night and usually he’d cuddle into you and it’d help a ton, soothing him back to sleep until either you woke him up or his alarm did. This night though it just wasn’t working, he’d get to sleep and then wake up in an hour and it’d just repeat.

Eventually he just got too annoyed at 4am and decided to stay up, he figured it was stress that was keeping him up. With covid, tours getting postponed, the pressure of a new album and his movies, he was kinda overwhelmed.

He had to get to set today and he thought when he went to sleep last night that he’d be up and ready for the early morning. They were doing an early shoot and normally that wouldn’t bother Harry, he was quite good with the morning, but no one likes to get up and go somewhere early when they haven’t had enough sleep. It was gonna be a tough day.

He had an hour and a half left until 5:30am when his alarm would go off so he switched the TV on. Just putting on criminal minds and looking down at you, pouting at how you looked so peaceful sleeping and he couldn’t sleep at all.

One of your eyes peeked open and you saw him sitting up, looking down at you. “Harry? It’s early baby, shouldn’t you be asleep?” You rubbed your eyes and heard him let out a heavy sigh.

“I tried but I kept waking up so I decided to stay up. You should get back to sleep though, don’t want you losing sleep just ‘cause I’m up.” You shuffled over a little and laid your head in his lap.

“You should try to get some sleep too. You’ve got a long shoot to do today.”

“I know, love. Just close your eyes.” You closed your eyes and he moved his eyes back to the TV, bringing his hand over and stroking your back.

When his alarm went off, he groaned and dragged his hand down his face, trying to wake himself up. He reached over and switched the alarm off, carefully moving your head back to your pillow and getting out of the bed.

Fuck it was gonna be a long day for him. When your head hit the pillow, you woke up. You opened your eyes and saw him already up. “Did you sleep?”

He turned around with tired eyes and smiled at you. “Yeah, don’t worry.” He totally didn’t but he didn’t need you stressing about him today. “I’m gonna go for a shower, go back to sleep.”

And it was a bad day. You know when you’re tired and people that aren’t usually annoying to you just suddenly are? They’re doing the usual shit they do but it’s like they’re doing it to piss you off. That’s how Harry was feeling.

When he arrived to set and saw all the fans shouting things, he did his best to give a smile and wave to them but he quickly scurried off to his trailer because he didn’t want to snap at some people who were there to see him because they like his work and are excited about this movie. He recognised a few of the faces, they showed up a lot.

Once he got into his trailer, he sat down on the couch and tried to get a little sleep. Didn’t work. Somebody knocked on his trailer door then opened it. “You need to get to makeup, sir.”

“You can say Harry. Thank you, I’ll be there.”

“Okay...Harry.” The person shut the door and Harry threw his head back, this was already a long day.

Harry kept messing up his lines in this one scene and having to do it over again, it was getting him really agitated and fidgety. “Can we do this some other time, I’m tired.”

Olivia looked up and shook her head. God fuck he needed to get home.

You’d stayed in bed all day, Harry was late today. Like an hour or two late. When you heard to door open, you perked up and walked to the front door. “Hi, Harry.”

He looked up at you with a frown. “Hi love, have a good day?” He took off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger beside the front door. He looked like he could collapse from exhaustion.

“Are you alright, Harry? You don’t look too good.” He put his bag down and yawned, rubbing his left eye with his finger.

“I’m tired and all I need is a hug. A hug from my girl.” You walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

You rubbed his back and rested your cheek on his chest. “We can have a cuddle in bed, come on.” He moved one of his arms off your shoulder but kept the other one there as you walked to the bedroom with him.

Once you walked in, he let go of you and fell backwards on the bed. “Harry, you gotta take your clothes off.” He raised his head and smirked at you. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, you haven’t even taken your shoes off yet!”

“I don’t want to move though.” You rolled your eyes and kneeled in front of him. “Thought you didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t. I’m helping you take your shoes off since you can’t do it yourself apparently.” He laid back on his elbows and looked down at you.

“Don’t need to do that, I’ll take them off.” You already started to undo the laces on the shoes he was wearing. “Right love, get up. I’m not having you take my shoes off like you’re my mum and I’m 5.”

You sighed and stood up, sitting beside him on the bed. “Take them off then.” He sat up and brought his foot up on the bed. “Get your shoe off the bed, Harry.”

He looked at you with an ‘are you serious?’ look and you raised your eyebrows. He dropped his foot back onto the floor and leaned over, undoing his laces. “Fuck sake, hurts my back.”

“Your own fault, you’re the one who was stubborn and wanted to do it yourself.” He took his shoes off and then stretched his arms up in the air. He fell onto his back, smiling up at you.

“I really wanna kiss you right now. C’mere.” You leaned down and he placed his hands on the sides of your face, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Okay, in bed. You promised a cuddle.”

You tried to pull away but he pulled you in for another kiss. “Just another for good luck.” You took his hands off your face and you moved under the covers.

He was moving over but you stopped him. “Clothes, Harry. Y’need to be comfortable, no?” He threw his head back.

“Love, are you trying to stop me from getting in this bed beside you.” He stood up anyway, lifting his shirt over his head quickly. He pulled his joggers down his legs, trying to step out of them and glaring at you when he tripped and you giggled. “Ah, finally!”

He pulled the duvet back and got under it. You were going to lay on his chest but he stopped you. “I’m the one that’s had a bad day, I think I should be the one getting cuddled.”

You clicked your tongue and opened up your arms, he leaned over and rested his head on your chest. “We should do this more often. Boobs are like squishy pillows and yours are comfortable.”

“You’re always ruining the moment.” He moved his hand under your shirt and rested it on your stomach.

“I don’t ever ruin moments, I just make them fun.”

“You should go to sleep, Harry. Now. Before you try and make things fun again.” He was going to argue back but put your hand in his hair and started playing with it, that always calmed him. It was just making him more tired so he just decided to shut up and finally close his eyes and get some sleep.

[leejeongz]

jealous treasure (asahi-junghwan)

🔅i’m gonna use another member in each one because it’s easier than making up a whole new person and explaining a bit about them for each one if that makes sense. but this is just for fun, it’s fictitious, remember that pls🔅

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🌷 asahi:

“it’s wednesday” junkyu announced. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to say whatever was in his brain, but today the other boys decided to humour him a little and asked him to elaborate.

“we should wear pink” he clarified as if everyone should know. asahi rolled his eyes, you’d been pestering asahi to tell junkyu to watch mean girls since well, forever, and that now he’d finally watched it, he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“but you’re not wearing any pink” asahi pointed out after scanning his whole body.

junkyu corrected him by fetching the hoodie he was expecting to wear. it was a soft, baby pink colour, with a little heart on the pocket right in the middle. asahi recognised it straight away.

“where did you get that?” he asked. junkyu couldn’t lie, he’d been caught red handed.

“from your closet” he confessed “but you always wear it and i thought i might look cute in it, can i wear it just for one day?” he begged with pleading eyes.

“hm let me think” asahi put his hand to his chin with sarcasm written all over his face “no” he snatched it from junkyu’s hands. “why would you wear y/n’s hoodie anyway?” he asked

“i-” junkyu stuttered “i didn’t know it was theirs” he said while assessing the situation “but are you really jealous right now? i didn’t know you were the type” he laughed, drawing the attention of the other members.

“no” he scoffed, “i’m not jealous, i just don’t think that they would want you wearing their hoodie. you smell” he spat out, turning his back and heading for his room.

“someone call y/n” junkyu said, wanting you to hear what a jealous man your boyfriend really is.

“don’t you have something better to do, like finding your own pink hoodie, you know, like the one you never take off your own back?” asahi snaps back, referring to the infamous pink hoodie from junkyu’s trademark outfit. as he leaves the living room, asahi takes a hesitant sniff at the jumper, hoping junkyu hasn’t infected it with his scent so much so that it no longer smells of you.

🍄 yedam:

having been stuck inside your house for what felt like a year, you were grateful and willing to accept any invitation to leave. today’s invite came from your boyfriend, yedam, who’d recently been too busy working to come and see you, which was completely understandable. he’d asked if you’d like to join him and a few of his friends on a walk around a nearby park, you of course said yes.

with beautiful scenery came the chance to take beautiful pictures. noticing that your boyfriend was too preoccupied by the ice cream van, you asked one of his friends, jeongwoo, to take a picture of you by the fountain. he agreed and instructed you on how to pose so that it wouldn’t look awkward. you followed his advice and managed to get a few shots. you walked back over to jeongwoo, who innocently stood with your phone in his hand, when you saw your boyfriend come rushing over.

“what are you doing with their phone?” he questioned “they let you take photos of them?” he spat out in a hurt manner.

“yes…” jeongwoo replied before you stepped in.

“how much are they?” you asked, pointing in the ice cream van’s direction, not understanding what all the commotion was about.

“apparently they’re all out of ice cream” he mocked “but why did you let him take photos of you? that’s my job” he pouted with a soft tone to his voice.

“ooo our yedam is all soft for y/n” jeongwoo jeered which, judging by the look yedam gave back to him, was not appropriate. “it was just 3 pictures” jeongwoo clarified “the model isn’t that easy to work with anyway, they have no fresh ideas of their own to spice up my business” he scoffed jokingly while handing your phone back to you, causing yedam to finally crack a smile.

“⅕ stars, pictures came out wonky and the photographer is bossy, unlike my lovely yedam” you smiled, playing into the joke. it wasn’t long before yedam was back to his usual cheerful self and had also finally decided that an iced tea was a good substitute for ice cream too.

🧶doyoung:

there was a lot of things in your house that didn’t make sense, but the worst was definitely the paintings hung up in your room that you’d never gotten around to taking down, mainly because you couldn’t reach them but shhh. you’d always been too shy to ask doyoung, knowing he’d laugh at you and tease you for being too short to reach them, and given you hadn’t been together for that long, you weren’t sure how much you’d appreciate that being your first inside joke.

a friend of yours, jihoon, had come over to your house while doyoung was there, which wasn’t exactly an issue, he knew you and jihoon were friends and he respected that. the three of you often gossiped and gamed together, it was a common thing these days.

“i tell you this every time im here but those are so ugly y/n, please take them down” jihoon glanced up, locking eyes with the spooky man in the painting and shuddering.

“i can’t reach” you joked, forgetting your boyfriend was also there.

“i’ll do it then” jihoon announced, standing up and reaching each painting easily.

“i could have done that” doyoung whispered under his breath while staring at you. you turned to your left to see your boyfriend's unimpressed face. “why did you let him do it?” he questioned, seeming really quite angry.

“he offered, i wasn’t gonna say no” you defended yourself. jihoon took this as his queue to leave and take the artwork elsewhere, he didn’t know where, but anywhere was better than being in that room with you two.

“is it because of his big muscles? is it because you value his opinion more than mine?” doyoung asked, laughing at his own thoughts and how ridiculous they were but possibly true.

“no” you rolled your eyes before making eye contact again “its because he offered” you repeated.

“and if i offered?” he asked, expecting you to say that you would have declined.

“obviously i would have said yes” you replied, “they were horrible i don’t care who got them down i just wanted them gone”

“oh” he sat back and relaxed into the pillow “well i’m glad they’re gone. i didn’t like to say it, but they were creepy” he laughed with you. “the next thing to go is him though” he joked, seeing jihoon walk back into your room, which of course was replied to with a scoff from your sassy friend.

💥haruto:

your sleeping pattern was well and truly out of the window, so you decided to stay up and call one of your friends that you knew would be awake, hyunsuk. he was just like you, you both slept at 4am and woke up at 2pm, so he wasn’t that shocked when you called, wide awake like him.

“where’s haruto? wasn’t he supposed to be staying at your place tonight?” he asked, genuinely concerned about his friend. you flipped the camera to show your bed, where a certain sleepy haruto lay, peacefully entering dreamland. “he’s so cute” hyunsuk giggled, you cooed in agreeance, he really was the cutest.

you stayed on call for about an hour. you were currently laughing about the tiktok he’d just sent to you, your humour was exactly the same too so it’s wasn’t hard for you to crack the other up. all the commotion woke your boyfriend, whose bed head was clearly visible in the reflection of your opened laptop when he sat up.

“did we wake you?” hyunsuk laughed upon hearing a groan from his friend.

“we?” haruto responded in a sleepy voice. “who’s we?”

“uhh us” you pointed between you and the phone.

“y/n? hyunsuk?” he snapped out of his sleepy state quickly. “why are you two up at this time and on the phone together?” you looked at hyunsuk on the screen and smiled, trying to hold in your laughter. “turn that off and come to bed, i want cuddles, and i want you to get some sleep, unlike him” he flung himself back at the bed, only inches away from hitting his head on the headboard.

“wait for me” hyunsuk joked in a teasing tone.

“no, not you” haruto whined. “just y/n please” he smiled closing his eyes and opening his arms, ready for you to join him.

“i guess this is goodnight then” you said to hyunsuk, which haruto followed up with a goodnight for his friend too before you put the phone down.

“now, cuddles please!”

♟jeongwoo:

for jaehyuk’s birthday this year, he asked for a small gathering, just close friends, which you of course are included in since you and jeongwoo had been together for over 2 years now. when you arrived, you quickly gauged the atmosphere of the party was pretty light and fun, it wasn’t oppressive in the slightest. usually parties you attended were fully kitted out with loud music, dimly lit rooms and a bunch of strangers in every room, instead your friends were in the living room, just chatting and laughing.

“you came!” jaehyuk screeched, running over to hug you. “oh and you bought a plus one, jeongwoo” he joked around with your boyfriend, who just rolled his eyes in response.

it wasn’t long before the boys delved into the games cupboard and pulled out the “who’s most likely to” box. the oldest of the boys shuffled the cards and took the top one which read “who’s the funniest”. whenever you played, this one always seemed to come out first, so you changed your answer every time to please everyone.

you turned around your board with the name “jaehyuk” written on it. your eyes scanned the room to see almost everyone had his name written on their boards, probably because it was his party after all. you quickly diverted your eyes away, however, when you saw that jeongwoo had written your name, which should have made you feel happy but instead, you felt quite guilty for not writing his.

the game went on, and your name wasn’t written on jeongwoo’s board ever again, despite you putting his for almost everything positive. the rest of the evening, jeongwoo didn’t come near you at all, everyone noticed, everyone questioned it, it was so obvious that he was jealous, but there was no way he was admitting to it.

as you got ready to leave, you glanced over at the boy who was supposed to be staying with you tonight, sat firmly in his place on the sofa.

“jeongwoo, aren’t you coming?” you shouted from the door. “jaehyuk is staying here so you don’t have to worry about him” you teased, everyone else smiling at you and giggling silently.

“fine” he grunted. you made up on the way home, he couldn’t even remember how it all started, he just “wanted to make a point” which, sure, he did.

🌍junghwan:

you and junghwan never got to spend much time together before you became friends with the members since he was always with them or at school, which is why he’s never complained or showed any jealousy when you are with them.

today you headed over to their dorms to relax and play when you remembered, today was the day of junghwan’s english exam. you pulled out your phone and dropped him a quick good luck text before continuing your journey.

yoshi brought you up to his room where he said you could chill for a bit since everyone else was still sleeping, other than those who had school of course. yoshi began to ask you lots of questions, you learnt a lot about each other in that hour or so, and the conversation was flowing so well that you didn’t hear the door.

“y/n, you did remember?!” junghwan asked excitedly, clapping his hands while smiling from ear to ear. “you came all the way here to see me after i finished?”

“remember what?” you asked, bewildered. “your exam? yeah i sent you a text, i’m sorry i didn’t realise until i was over half way here else i would have gone to see you first” you confessed, feeling guilty. his face dropped at your honest words.

“you mean you came all the way here just to see yoshi?” he asked. “everyone else was in the kitchen, but you two were in here… alone…?” disappointed in your reasoning and forgetfulness, he slowly backed out of the room. he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. he wanted to feel sad and upset, but did you really do anything wrong, he thought. “you couldn’t have just turned around and gone home”

“well i didn’t want to, i wanted to see my friends. i didn’t realise that most of them didn’t get up until the afternoon” you walked closer to him, praying that he didn’t try and get away. “i’m sorry i forgot about your exam”

he shuffled closer to you. you’d never argued before, and he wasn’t sure how to respond, so he hoped a hug would go down well. as he hugged you, he whispered his own apology into you hair “i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions”