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Our Little Secret - Part Thirteen

Summary: Your and Dean’s fight hits you hard, you don’t know how to fix it, you don’t know how to talk it out and now you have to work a case that hits a little too close to home.

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s)/Square Filled: Touch Starvation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 6500

Warnings:language, fighting, angst, smut, oral, feels

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. I also love the debate that this made last night, it’s so special to see people invested enough in these characters that they pick sides. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me @atc74 and @sylverminx

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

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The tears stream down your face, hot and messy, you don’t bother to brush them away. You don’t know where you were planning on going, your feet are stuck here in the dimly lit parking lot as your eyes search, brain on overdrive trying to think of something, anything to make this better.

A hand on your shoulder makes you fling around, scared, you hadn’t heard Sam walk up behind you, “Y/N?”

You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around your friend and let him pull you against him as he tells you that everything is going to be alright.

His arms loosen and he pulls your face up, “Where are you going?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sob, the words tumbling out.

“Come on,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “nothing’s open now anyways.”

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for you pt. 7 [m]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

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Six Months Later

You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.

And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.

You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.

Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.

You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.

He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.

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TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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hi! here it is! the third part to let’s hurt tonight. the first two parts are linked below if you missed them! i hope you like it, only two parts left!

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The drive home wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t something you were accustomed to driving through in California. In fact, now that you think about it, you’re not sure you’ve ever driven in a storm like this. The rain fell down in sheets so heavy your windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. You had to keep your hands firmly on the wheel when wind threatened to push you into another lane. You held your breath every time your car hydroplaned for a few seconds, taking all your self control not to slam on the brakes. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as you finally pull your car into the garage, close to 12 AM. With a sigh, you shut the car off and grab your things, fumbling with the keys in the lock. The door gets stuck and you push it a few times before it gives and you practically fall through the threshold.

Candles are lit all around the house and its a moment before you realize the power’s out. Harry walks into view, phone in hand, looking panicked, “Where have you been?”

You frown, “Work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You were at work until 12:00 AM?”

“Actually it was more like 11:15…” You trail off when you see the look on his face, “What? There’s only a month until this trial I need all the time I can get.”

“You could’ve at least called! Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were wrapped around a tree somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, my phone died and the power in the office went out.”

“You couldn’t have borrowed someone else’s phone?”

“I was the only one left in the office.” A lie, but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him you and Ron had been alone in the office all night with nothing but candles to light the room.

He gives a short laugh, “Of course, of course you were the only one left, you’re the only one crazy enough to stay at work that late especially when there’s no power.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Harry.”

“Me? I’m the arsehole right now? You’re six hours late and you didn’t even call.”

“And I said I was sorry!” You walk past him and start up the stairs, rolling your eyes when you hear his steps echo your own.

“You always say you’re sorry, but you never mean it. You just keep doing the same things. When was the last time you got home at a decent hour?”

You round on him, “This is the most important case I’ve ever had! Can’t you just cut me some slack until it’s over?”

He’s a couple steps below you so for once you’re eye level, neither of you yielding to the other.

“I don’t know how much more slack I can cut you when you don’t show any regard for my feelings.” His voice is low and layered with indifference. He’s tired and he can’t fight you anymore.

Maybe if your day had gone different, maybe if you had gotten home earlier, maybe if you weren’t so stressed and frustrated, maybe you would’ve apologized and meant it this time. Maybe you would’ve kissed Harry and told him to come to bed.

But instead, you scoffed, “You’re being ridiculous. You’ll be over this by morning, I’m going to bed.” And you do indeed go to bed, leaving Harry on the stairs.

You’re awake when he climbs into bed and you think it might be the first time he doesn’t reach for you before falling asleep.

***

“They did what?”

Ron throws a pile of papers on your desk and you immediately begin flipping through them, “They changed their story.”

“Why… Why would he do that?”

“Probably because he figured it would be easier for us to catch them in a lie if they stuck with the whole ‘I’ve never seen her in my life’ bit. Oh, and a witness came forward who said she saw the three boys talking to our client during that party and that one of them got her a drink.”

“So we could use that witness to imply that they spiked her drink, just like she said they did.”

“Yeah.” He collapses in his seat, “So this case just got a lot more difficult.”

You quietly scan the papers over as quickly as possible, “They still won’t admit sexual relations with her.”

“Because we have no evidence to prove otherwise.”

“Except her testimony.”

“Mhm.”

You lightly toss the papers and lean back in your chair, “Shit.” You murmur.

Ron runs his hands over his face, “There really was no physical evidence?”

“We’ve been over this, she never went to the hospital, or anyone until days later. She only let me take pictures of her bruises, nothing else. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her.”

He’s quiet a moment, “What about her underwear? What happened to that?”

You flippantly wave your hand, “She never found it, she left… without it.” Your voice trails off as an idea begins to take root.

“Oh!” Ron points to you, “That’s your idea face, I love that face, gimme something good darlin’.”

“Call me darling again and I’ll have you castrated.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a misogynist, you’ve told me a million times, yada yada yada, now what’s churning in that pretty head of yours?” You glare at him. “I meant, in that intelligent, brilliant head of yours.”

You roll your eyes, “I was just thinking that maybe we underestimated these boys.”

He frowns, “I’m not following.”

“What if… what if they took her underwear in case it did have semen on it? What if one of them still has it?”

Ron sits up now, you have his attention, “Do you think we could get a search warrant?”

You shrug, “The judge did give me access to the school’s records of past accusations. He might give it to us, but I don’t know, it’s just a guess.”

He gets up and pulls on his blazer, “Come on, let’s go.” He tosses you your keys, “You’re driving.”

“Where are we going?”

“The judge’s chambers.”

“Oh, okay, yeah that’s super reasonable, let’s just show up unannounced. I’m sure he’ll take that very well.”

He ignores your sarcasm, “He loves us, it’ll be fine.”

***

You try calling Harry in the car because being alone with Ron for so long makes you miss him, but he doesn’t answer.

And you, being so oblivious to others lately, don’t realize that he ignored you on purpose.

***

“Usually it’s the police that come to me asking for a warrant. This is quite unusual.” He looks down at the both of you through his wire framed spectacles.

You knew this would be coming. “Of course, Your Honor, but given that the police were hesitant to even carry out the arrest warrant because of their… connections with the defendants, you can imagine why we’re concerned that they haven’t proceeded with this investigation as thoroughly as they should have.”

“I agree with you, but this also seems like a desperate attempt to get more evidence and it sounds to me like the two of you are struggling to build a case.”

“Not at all, Your Honor, it’s just that most of our evidence is subjective and we know how a jury loves some DNA.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find DNA on that underwear still.”

“Even so, finding the underwear in their possession would be damning enough.”

“And do you have reason to believe one of them has the underwear?”

“When our client awoke after the incident she was never able to find it, so we were thinking it was possible they took it to cover their tracks.”

There’s a long pause, and then he sighs. “I’m going to send three separate warrants for each of the defendants permitting search of their dorm rooms and their cars. I really hope you’re right about this.”

You couldn’t believe your luck, “Thank you, Your Honor.”

You felt like you were walking on air as you walked out of the courtroom, you had a really good feeling about this and your first thought immediately was to call Harry and share the good news. Though, you couldn’t do that in front of Ron who would surely jump down your throat about confidentiality.

***

You practically skipped into the house around 4:30, you and Ron deciding to take the rest of the day off after the success of the search warrant. Her underwear had been found in the trunk of one of the boys’ cars and sent to the lab immediately.

“Harry?” You call through the house, unable to keep the smile off your face.

It’s a few moments before the basement door creaks open and Harry appears, “You’re home.” He frowns.

“Yeah, so are you.” You say, setting your things down and walking towards him, “Why didn’t you go to the studio?”

He shrugs, “Wanted to work by myself today.”

You’re excited to tell him your good news, but something seems off, “Is everything okay?” You reach to put a hand on his arm and he very subtly avoids it, walking by you to the fridge to grab a water. You turn to follow him, confusion and hurt warring on your face. He wasn’t subtle enough.

“Fine,” He says and takes a sip of water, “Why are you home so early?”

You’re still recovering from his rejection, “Um…” He blinks at you. “I’m sorry, I just, something seems off here.”

“Does it?” He says, “I haven’t noticed.” He opens the fridge again and then closes it, “We need groceries.” He goes to grab his keys.

“Can I come with you?” You refuse to sit at home doing nothing knowing something’s wrong.

He looks like he might say no, but then he sighs, unable to say no to you, “Sure.”

Harry turns the radio on almost immediately and turns it just high enough so that talking would be difficult. You reach out to turn down the volume, “Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About why you’re clearly angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, I’m tired.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Tired?”

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “I’m tired of coming second to your case.”

Realization dawns on you, “This is about last night.” He doesn’t answer. “Harry, I said I was sorry. I even came home early today.”

“And I have no doubt that that decision had nothing to do with me.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters! Because you never come home for me. Ron probably gets to spend more time with you than I do. For all I know there’s something going on with the two of you.”

“Now you just sound stupid.”

“Yeah? Why did you lie to me about being alone in the office last night? I know Ron was with you.”

Oh no. “How did you know that?”

“I ran into him this morning when I went to get coffee. Why did you lie to me?” He repeats.

“You were already mad at me and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be upset.”

“So you lied to me? Did you think when I found out I would be happy about that?”

“I didn’t think you would find out.” You said quietly. “But I hate Ron and it’s ridiculous for you to think that there’s anything going on and I know you know that.”

“Maybe it’s ridiculous or maybe you realized you should’ve married a lawyer like Ron so you’d have someone more understanding than me.“

You roll your eyes, “Well, we’re not married yet, so you still have time to change your mind.”

You’re at a red light and he turns his full body to you, “Is that what you want?” He says quietly.

“Of course not!” You throw your hands up in exasperation, “If I wanted to marry a lawyer I wouldn’t have gotten engaged to you! But since you wanna be so damn dramatic about this—”

“You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore because you’re just not getting it and I’m tired of talking in circles.” He turns the volume of the radio back up.

You immediately reach out and turn it back down, “So, what? You’re just going to be mad at me forever? Do you want me to quit my job, is that it? You’re asking me to choose between you and my career and we promised we’d never ask that of each other.”

He pulls into a parking spot outside of Whole Foods. “That’s not what I want! I don’t want you to choose! I just want to feel like we’re equally prioritized and right now it feels like you’re picking your career over me.” The car is parked and turned off at this point.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, growing tired of constantly having to defend yourself, “Harry, I’m doing the best I can.”

“What happens when we have kids? Huh? Are you going to abandon them the way you abandon me every time there’s a case that’s more important?”

For a moment, the devastation plays across your face, but then you set your jaw and furiously wipe at the one tear that managed to escape your eyes. “That’s a really shitty thing to say.” Your voice is thick and you get out of the car, slamming the door before walking into the store, Harry trailing behind you. You try your best to look normal because despite Harry’s comment, you don’t want anyone to get a shot of the two of you fighting.

You sniffle as you reach the shopping carts, but the one you want is stuck and you’re getting more frustrated, aggressively trying to separate it from another cart when Harry gently pushes your hands away and pulls it out for you. You sniff again, “Thanks.” You murmur.

You’re both silent as you push through the aisles, each grabbing things you want. You’re grabbing a couple rolls of sushi for dinner because you’re too lazy to cook tonight when Harry finally says something, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says softly.

You place the sushi in the cart and continue pushing without saying anything for a while. Then, “Do you even know how much I love you?”

He sighs, “Yeah, of course I do—“

“Then how could you even say that to me? Abandon you? Abandon our future children? And on top of that you think I would leave you for another lawyer? Is that really how little you think of me?” You’re fighting back tears again in the cereal aisle and Harry steps in front of the cart, to stop you from moving.

When he moves to you and cups your face in his hands, you let him, “I didn’t mean that, I was upset.”

You push his hands away, “People always mean the things they say when they’re upset.” You press the sleeve of your shirt to your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

He makes an exasperated sound from behind and then lengthens his strides until he’s next to you, “Look, I—“ He blows out air between his lips, “I was wrong to say that. I know you would never… I know how much you love me and it was a stupid thing to say. And I hate that I made you cry and I don’t want to fight anymore—We need coffee—It’s just I miss you and things with the label aren’t going well and I just… I just feel like I’m grabbing desperately at the things I love and they’re all falling through my fingers and I don’t know what to do.”

You’re throwing the coffee Harry said you needed in the cart before you turn back to him, “I’m sorry things aren’t going well at work, but you and I both know you’re brilliant at what you do and things will work out. As for me? You’re never going to lose me, Harry. And I don’t know what I have to do to convince you. I mean, I already promised to marry you.” You both smile as you always do at the mention of the engagement. The giddiness never fades. “I’ll spend more time with you when I’m home from now on. No more late work nights until the week of the trial and no working at home, does that seem fair?”

He nods and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, conscious that people have been watching you since you walked in, “I’m sorry.”

“So am I. And I never want to have this argument ever again.”

“Well thank God because I’m tired of having it.”

You smile and press another quick kiss to his mouth before continuing through the store.

***

“And so,” You pop another piece of sushi in your mouth, “The judge gave us the warrant, the police went to search the properties… and they found her underwear.”

“Really?” He swallows, “That’s great, babe. You have this in the bag then.”

“Not necessarily.” You wanted to talk about the case, but also Harry was looking exceptionally snuggly in a big pink jumper and sweatpants, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he took when the two of you got back from the store. It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on you, even watching him eat his sushi was somehow endearing and distracting.

“…Are you going to elaborate on that?” He asks, trying to hide his smirk when he realizes you’re staring at him.

“I’ve decided I don’t really want to talk about the case anymore.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

You nod, “Really. Could really use a good cuddle, actually.”

He tosses out your empty sushi containers, “I might know a guy who can help with that.“

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh yeah?”

He nods and grabs your hand before tugging you towards the stairs, “As long as you promise not to leave the bed from now until the morning unless it’s for food.”

You smirk, “Anything else?”

You’re in the bedroom now and he pushes you back on the bed, “Yeah. You let me be the little spoon occasionally.”

He barely let’s you settle yourself before he collapses onto the and wraps himself around you, “Deal.” You agree just as you feel his lips against your skin and his hand slide gently under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Your skin’s really soft.” He murmurs and his breath makes goosebumps spread across your body.

“Do you wanna talk?”

He pulls back and looks at you, “About what?”

“You… Your work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “My work? You mean where I spend my days trying to think of more poetic and sonically pleasing ways to convey how much I love you?” He’s kissing your neck again and it’s hard to focus.

“No, I’m serious, Harry.”

He pulls away and rests his head on your stomach, no longer kissing you. You gently run your fingers through his still damp hair to try and soothe him. “I just feel like I’m never going to live up to this pedestal everyone’s put me on. And I hate the idea of disappointing my fans or, well, anyone really. Especially you.”

“Baby, come on, you’re never gonna disappoint me. Let’s be real.”

“I am being real.” You can see this is genuinely bothering him, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I think you should talk to people who know more about this than I do. But if you want my advice, I think the music you believe in has always been your best work.”

He crawls up to you and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle, “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” You murmur, "Can I hear any music yet?”

He laughs into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip, “Absolutely not.” You pout at him and he runs his thumb over your lip, “Stop that.”

You stare him down until you can’t keep a straight face anymore, “Hold me, please.”

He obliges you and reaches to turn on the TV and an argument ensues about which movie to watch, but it doesn’t matter because you fall asleep in his arms a half hour later.

***

Ron walks into your office and sits at the seat across from you. After a moment you look up and notices he’s smiling. Smiling like he did the day the cops found the underwear. You put your pen down and then fold your hands in front of you, “What d’you got?”

“You remember ages ago when we hired a psychologist to evaluate our client, but she refused to go?” You nod, “Well, it looks like she showed up there on her own today to be evaluated.”

You frown, “Is she okay? She wouldn’t have gone there unless she was desperate for help.”

“The psychologist doesn’t think she’s a danger to herself or anything, but she did call me and gave me the results of the evaluation.” He smiles, “Are you ready?”

You stare at him, “Obviously.”

“She has PTSD, the psychologist is willing to testify that if we need her to. She also advised us to be careful during the trial because seeing the defendants may trigger her.”

“What happens if she… gets triggered?”

He shrugs, “Could be anything, panic attack, mental breakdown, flashbacks to that night.” You sigh. “But this is good, I mean, she wouldn’t have PTSD if it didn’t happen.”

You shake your head, “They can argue that it could be from anything, that she had it before that night, even. It might prove she was sexually assaulted, but it doesn’t prove they did it.”

“But with the underwear and everything, I think it’ll put enough doubt in the minds of the jury.”

You nod, “Maybe. It might be enough. Thanks, Ron.” He stands to leave just as there’s a knock at your door and Sophia’s there and someone’s waiting behind her. No, not someone, Harry.

“Sorry to bother you, but your fiancé said he needed to speak with you privately.”

Harry walks in and Ron and Sophia leave, closing the door behind them. You frown and walk towards Harry, “Is everything alright—?”

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall, his mouth colliding with yours in a frenzy. Once the shock wears off, you kiss him back, pulling at his hair. His hands begin to push up your skirt, and that’s when reality comes crashing in and you pull away, “Harry, what are you— What’s going on? Did you come here just to have sex with me? Because you know I’m busy and—“

He sighs, “No, no, I just wanted to start this off positively.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re more confused now than ever.

“Before I tell you, I want you to remember what a loving person I am and how much I care about you—“

“Harry!”

He sighs, “My mum just called and… they didn’t want me to tell you, but her and Gemma have insisted on throwing you a surprise bridal shower—“

Your face falls, “No… No, I don’t want that, didn’t you tell them—“

“I did, but they insisted. They’re also worried because the wedding is in six months and you haven’t picked out your dress yet.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but for a few seconds nothing comes out, “I’ve been busy.” You say quietly.

“I know, sweetheart, and I understand, I do, but… They won’t listen to me. And they feel like they have to because of the situation with your— your parents—“

“I don’t have parents.” You say harshly.

Harry just nods, used to the way you react when they’re brought up, “Yeah, that. So… They’ll be coming down next week to help you pick out a dress and then throw you the bridal shower and then they’ll be gone, I promise, just give them two days, Sunday and Monday. Sunday will be the shower and then Monday to pick out a dress, okay?”

You sigh, remembering that you promised Harry you’d put him first sometimes, “Fine, but if I have to take Monday out of work, then I’m staying late Friday to make up for it.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Really? That’s it?”

You frown, “What do you mean ‘that’s it’? Aren’t you mad I’m going to be staying late?”

“To be honest, I thought I’d have to give up my Saturday with you, but this is much better.”

You give him a small smile, “Well get out of here before I change my mind then.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You already got far too many kisses when you first showed up here, if you remember.”

He pouts and comes around the desk to get closer to you, “Just one? Just a little one?”

You laugh and quickly press your lips to his, “Now go.”

“One more, just one more, love?” And he’s kissing you as you laugh until you finally push him away and he backs off, a smile on his face that causes his dimples to make an appearance. “See you at home. Love you.”

“I love you too.” You say before he disappears out the doorway. You look at your desk, an opening statement beginning to be drafted, and then back at the door.

***

“Harry! Wait!” You catch him in the parking lot, out of breath, carrying your belongings. He turns and when he sees you with all your things he smiles. “Let’s go to the beach.”

He walks to meet you and takes a bag out of your hands before kissing you, “That sounds perfect.“

sugar ❖ sehun

“You weren’t good at describing things, but if someone asked you what Mina’s dad looked like, you would have probably said ‘a first love’.”

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genre : fluff, smut (in later parts), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

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No way❞ you mumbled as you checked your phone again. The place where you were smelled like fried food and strawberry milkshake, your best friend Mina was playing a game on her phone as she drank her iced peach tea down, the music playing in the background was some Halsey thing that you already heard, but weren’t quite sure of the title. The light in that cafe were neon pinkish and everything felt kind of fake, from the plants to the smiles on the waitresses faces.

If you just stop for a second❞ Mina mumbled taking her eyes away from her cellphone and looking at you. You snapped your head at her, taking your eyes from your phone too and giving her an exasperated expression.

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Do You Guys Know How Big It Is For Korra To Be In A Relationship With Asami

Asami’s her only sense of established normalcy. While the world rages on around her, and constantly changes, Asami will be the only thing that remains normal, and constant, to her. She is a fixed presence; a never-leaving entity.

Not only did Korra find peace within herself, she also built herself back up from the ground enough to find peace in another. Extend that peace to another. Asami is her sense of peace. A peace where you don’t have to pretend, or fight, or dictate, or worry. All you have to do is be yourself, and you’ll be accepted.

Do you know how big that is for Korra? Do you know how long it took her to do that for herself? It took her YEARS to be able to finally accept HERSELF, in her own body, and even that can be rickety sometimes. Now, she has an outward, tangible thing to find peace in, and that thing is Asami.

And Asami is indeed, peaceful. She’s calm. Collected. Dignified and poised. But beyond that, she is Korra’s comforting hand, the hand that soothes her back and nestles her right to sleep. She is the arms that hold her as her world is collapsing around her, and envelopes her in a world that is their own. She comforts her, telling her that things are okay, and indeed, with her around, they will be.

Asami is literally Korra’s sense of peace, because she does not have to expend any energy or effort being someone else other than what she is.

And that,

That is so, so POWERFUL.

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Pairing: Cheater!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: {Based off Cheater!Series} Jungkook cheats on y/n with her best friend and she finds out. What will happen when Jungkook tries to fix things after not seeing her for the past three years?

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, smut

Warnings: YALL KNOW ITS SMUT SO SHIT BOUT TO GO DOWN

Word Count: 3.7k

Note: To the anon that requested this I’m so sorry it took this long to get it up. I just wanted to make sure if was perfect. Hope you like it!

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Wake Up, Dean

Summary: Dean is cursed and Sam thinks reader is the only one who can save him…

Square Filled: First Kiss

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Rating: explicit (no smut, just language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo


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You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.


(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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Art Museum

Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.

Word Count: 1,429.

A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3

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Imagine having to comfort your husband Severus Snape after he finds your name scribbled with hearts all over in a student's notebook

(Ok I tried my best for this :3 A part of me was super inspired while another part got a little writer’s block along the way xD So I just hope it makes sense from start to finish for you all :D Yay Snape fluff xD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

((Also this is like part of my other one shot where Snape is married to reader who is headmaster of Hufflepuff :3))   

Walking around the class, Severus made sure the students weren’t playing around behind his back while he gave them their lesson.

He checked onto their desk and tried his best to take notice of each details without catching their attention too much.

However, as his eyes scanned his surroundings, he couldn’t help but feel his heart clench when he caught a slight glimpse of what seemed to be your name in a student’s notebook.

Taking a few steps back, he tried to get a better look and just as he guessed it, your name was right there. In fact, it was scribbled all over, along with the student’s name and even worst, they all had hearts surrounding it.

It angered to see your name in such place, and even more realizing it was none other than that of Ron Weasley along with yours. His fists instantly clenched the longer his gaze lingered on the boy’s book.

His muscle tensed at the thought of the audacity the boy had to even write out your name in such ways. He couldn’t even hear whoever it was that had to read out loud, only thoughts of ripping apart that stupid notebook came to mind.

He knew it was childish of him to think of such things at the moment but a part of him just felt the need to remind the young boy who you belonged to truly. After going through so much to get you to like him back, there was just no way he was going to let anyone think you weren’t his at this point.

As Ron moved his hand to scribble once again through the boring lecture, Severus realized his intentions and was quick enough to stop the young boy with a hit of his book to the back of his head.

Oddly enough, this time it shocked everyone to hear Ron yelp in pain from him. It usually happened whenever he’d bother the class but this time around he didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular to deserve such punishment.

Nonetheless, from your husband’s glare, they instantly got back to their lectures, leaving Ron to soothe the back of his head and dumbfounded as to what he could be doing wrong.

Before he could even look at Harry to ask him about it, he heard Severus, whisper or rather growl, “I’ll be seeing you in detention, later today, Weasley…”.

He sighed at that and just knew he was going to miss out in most of his times with his friends in the afternoon.

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Sweet Tears Pt.5

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! }(a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Implied Suicide

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 3k+

A/n: THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG FOR ME TO ACTUALLY START WRITING BUT I WROTE THIS CHAPTER IN ONLY A COUPLE OF HOURS AND I’M?!?!!

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Moving slowly, you eased your way onto the couch, a sigh slipping past your lips as the feeling of one of the many fluffy pillows surrounding you rested against your lower back. You closed your eyes for a second, the once unbearable pain now dull, turning into just another one of the many injuries you had sustained in your life.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I- I really didn’t mean to hit you and-” Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the same crystal blue ones that had held your stare in the hallway, mesmerizing you just as they had before. The panic and regret that was radiating off of the face in front of you brought a small smile to spread across your own, a free hand coming up to wave in front of you.

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NickXJudy Hehe

Judy: Hey N-

Nick: Dumb Bunny!!! Don’t you know…how I felt..during this past week? If you didn’t come back…It felt like I would never stop crying when I thought about you. But I decided to think things over. But nothing I could do would solve the problem. All I could do was act like a dumb fox. So I made up m mind last night…and I decided to wait for you..even when I become an old fox, I would still have waited for you. 

Judy: ….*sympathetically smiles at Nick as she takes in ever word he says*

Nick:  But as soon as I decided that…you came back…don’t you know how much effort it took me to make that decision!? Don’t you ever leave me again Hopps!!

Judy: I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…but I won’t ever leave you Nick…I promise for as long as live. I will stay with you. *holds out a blueberry muffin, with the blueberries on top in the shape of a heart. ….I love you Nick…

Nick: ….


-Hours later-

Nick: We will never speak of this to anyone.

Judy: Awwww, you cried for me.

Sacrifice

Word count: 566

Early tags: Klance, Klangst, slight Langst, angst, already established Klance

For Klance Week 2017, day two!



Keith walked around in circles, pacing. “There has to be a better way,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head ever so often. They both knew it was a bad idea, a very bad one.

Lance put his head in his hand, rubbing his forehead with his palms. “Look, we’d already decided I would go. Allura can take over the blue lion and then some day maybe we’ll run into each other,” Lance told him, a sad smile on his face.

The plan was terrible but it was all they’d got. One of them were going to be captive by purpose and try to destroy the galra from the inside. They weren’t able to tear it down from the outside so they had to do it from the outside. Lance was the first to volunteer for the mission, he had insisted on it though even after the entire team told him not to.

Keith slammed his hand against the wall. “No! You’ll die and do you know how long it took until I saw Shiro again?! A year! A year and who knows what will happen to you! I can’t lose you too. I can’t.” Keith kept his head down, not wanting to look at Lance. The team let them talk this out, knowing that the two might have some problems to work out with this plan and hoped that they would eventually find a different way, one that wouldn’t involve losing their friend.

A sigh escaped Lance’s lips. “Keith, I’m going on that ship. We’ll meet again. I promise. How can I leave you behind?” Lance watched Keith, knowing what he was going to say next.

“But what if you die?… I’ll never know and I’ll be here waiting for someone who isn’t even alive anymore…” His voice cracked as he said those words. Lance instantly got up and went to comfort him.

Keith buried his face in Lance’s shoulder, wrapping his arms behind his back. “Then that would be my fate.” Another sigh escaped from Lance. “Mi amor, I would always return to your arms. Only for you would I come back.” Lance rubbed the back of Keith’s head, tangling his fingers in it as Keith found comfort in him. “It’ll only be for a while. Everything will be fine, okay?”

“Please don’t forget me. Please don’t forget us…” Keith told him. Lance nodded.

“I’ll never forget you guys.”


The cell door swung open, a familiar figure with brown hair matted with dirt, sweat, and blood stuck out. Keith was the first to recognize them. He ran over to where they were. “Lance?” he said, worry filled his voice. He brought his face up, searching and hoping this wasn’t a dream. Lance had gotten thinner than before, his face sunken in.

He opened his eyes, the bright blue they once were, were now faded to a stark blue. “Keith?…” he said weakly, his eyes brightened as he recognized Keith. He managed a small smile at him. Keith’s eyes filled with tears as he dove to embrace Lance, a sob escaping him.

“I told you I wouldn’t forget you,” Lance said, putting a weak hand on Keith’s back and rubbing circles. The team left to give them their moment, they knew how long Keith had been waiting for this moment. Keith was overjoyed to see the one he loved alive. Alive and in his arms.

Surprise||Jonah Marais||Imagine two♡

Summary: You visit Jonah on tour 

words:1314

Requested: To be posted on here, yes

Warning: None:)

Sleeping Jo-nah on the side(:


You woke up with a huge smile on your face. Today was the day you would finally see your boyfriend of two years for the first time in 3 months. As you lived in New York and He lived in California seeing each other had been a challenge since day one.

You laid in bed as you thought about when you had met him, you were in a book store with one of your headphones in, singing “say you won’t let go” quietly as you looked for a new book to catch your eye. Someone had started singing along with you, causing you to jump as you thought you were one of the only costumers in the store. You looked up and blushed as you saw a tall and extremely handsome man standing beside you who was looking down at you smiling.

“You have a beautiful voice” He said to you, causing an even bigger blush to spread across your face.

“You aren’t so bad yourself” You stated, making yourself look like an idiot but at the time you had no idea who he was, or that he was in a band.

“I should hope so"He chuckled, causing you to look up at him funny.

“Im jonah” He smiled, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n” You smiled, taking your hand in his.

Your thoughts got cut short as the sound of a text brought you back into real life.

Jonah- Hey babygirl, I can’t wait to see you in a few days. It feels like its been a life time since Ive held you in my arms. I love you.

You smirked, if only he knew that he’d be seeing you in a few hours. You had set it up with Jack and August (the photographer). They had got to New York City this afternoon and you were going to surprise him while the boys were shopping. You had told him that with school and work you wouldn’t be able to see him until the night of the concert and you couldn’t stay. You living about an hour from the city knew that there was no way he could just “pop by” so you set it up with the two boys and they even asked you to stay for the week which you happily took off from work and you were doing online school anyways so you could just bring it all with you.

Being in a long distance relationship was extremely hard, no one had any idea how heart breaking it was to watch Jonah cry on facetime, knowing that he needs you but you can’t drive over to his house and hold him while he cries, you can’t always be the shoulder he needs you. He always tells you that when all his dreams come true the one he wants to be standing beside him is you and sometimes you aren’t there and its heartbreaking for both of you, but the love you two have for each other is strong enough to stand the distance because you both knew that one day there would be no distance.

You got up and started packing, putting all the clothes you would need for the next week in your bag, along with makeup, your laptop, two pairs of running shoes, Jonahs hoodie that you had taken from him last time you had seen him, It no longer smelt like him so you needed a knew one.

It was around 3 when you did a last check to make sure you had all the chargers, cables, headphones, or anything else you would need for your week away. Also checking for your book for the train ride before you walked out of the apartment, a huge goofy smile on your face.

When you got to the train station you sent a text to the group chat you, Jack and August had made and told them that you were waiting for the train to pull up to the sation. You three had all of this planed for weeks. The boys were gonna go shopping at the huge mall by time square and thats where you were going to meet august who will bring you to Jonah. Your plan was to walk up to him and tell him whatever he’s looking at that it would look good on him and then wait for his reaction.

You had ordered an uber a few minutes before the trained rolled into the station, hoping it would be there just after you got off, knowing you couldn’t handle the long wait. After 3 minutes of waiting(which felt like forever) Your uber pulled up and you got in, putting your bags on the seat next to you.

you- On my way to you guys, see ya in 20

You blushed reading the next, it was moments like this when you realized just how strong Jonah’s love for you was, as if the distance wasn’t enough to prove it. Your smile from there on never faded. As you got closer and closer to time square you could feel your heart pounding, you were only minutes away from being with him again, from feeling his soft lips against yours, from feeling his strong arms wrapped around you.

“Here you are miss” The driver said, pulling up drop off spot and letting you out. You replied with a ‘thank you’ and grabbed your bags, running into the mall. Jack had texted you telling you that they were in foot locker and that august was waiting at the front of the store by the doors, everything was ready, the time was now.

You being from New York you had been to this mall more than once and knew right where to go, making no stops and defiantly not walking slowly but you felt that you couldn’t walk fast enough, no matter how hard you tried. Your eyes lit up as you saw him standing there waiting.

“Hi August” you smiled at him before pulling you into a hug. He took your duffle bag and walked with you into the store, you gave him your phone and as you started walking into Jonah’s sight he started recording.

He was looking at a cream pair of adidas shoes, you chuckled at him as you knew he had the same pair in black but Jonah could never have enough shoes. You walked up to him, standing up at him but he still hadn’t looked up to see you.

“Im almost sure you have that pair in black” you laughed causing his head to snap up

“What the fuck” He said, shock covering his whole face as he pulled you into a hug. You started to giggle as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he proceeded to pick you up, causing your legs to find their way to his waist.

“How are you-what are you going here?!” He asked, refusing to pull his face away from your neck, scared that if he did this would all just be a dream and you wouldn’t be next to him.

“Im here to surprise you” You said before he pulled away and smashed his lips onto yours. God you had missed this.

“YES MY PARENTS, MY SHIP IS SAILING” Jack yelled causing you to laugh into the kiss which caused Jonah to smile. By this point the whole store was staring at you but neither of you could care less. You were back in your safe place, in the arms of Jonah where you belonged and nothing you ruin this moment.

Bad End Friends Headcanons

-Ice Finn’s self-esteem is so low that it’s hit rock bottom and has started to dig
-He’s paranoid that the others will grow sick of him and leave
-Or, worse, that they’ll get injured and he won’t be able to help
-He’s also very superstitious
-On Friday 13th, he likes to freeze the others’ feet to the ground until its over
- ‘J-just in case!’
-He checks his horoscope at least twelve times per day
-And everyone else’s at least thirty
-Then tries to judge them according to it
- ‘I nearly got hit by a car today!!’
'Of course you did… You’re an Aquarius, they’re extremely unlucky…Maybe you should stay inside the house and never leave again…?’
-He hates leaving the house
-Bipper and B-Wirt always have to drag him along
-He’s a huge cuddler
-Especially when emotional
-It’s common practice for him to grab one of the others at random and start crying
-Bipper hates that
-When it happens, he always shoves Ice Finn off to B-Wirt and leaves the room
- 'Hey, B, he’s in one of his whiny moods again. Can you do something about it or’
-B-Wirt might be cold and empty now, but he hasn’t yet forgotten what it’s like to have a short boy next to you clamoring for affection
-He lets Ice Finn climb all over him
-Lets him crawl under his cloak and curl on his foot and cry on his shoulder
-His only rule is that Ice Finn doesn’t screw with his lantern
-Bipper’s not allowed either
-No one is
-The lantern is off limits™
-Evil Morty tried to take it once
-Bipper had dared him to, and Evil Morty looks up to Bipper like damn
-So he tried to steal it when B-Wirt was sleeping
-B-Wirt broke his wrist
-/While still sleeping/
-Bipper laughed his ass off when he found out
-Evil Morty is the newest member of the Bad End Friends, and still sulky about how long it took for him to be accepted
- 'You accepted Ice Finn before me? What does he even do?’
-Even after the broken wrist thing, he still hero worships Bipper
-platoNICALLY OF COURSE!!!!1!!
-Bipper knows this
-And doesn’t care
-He considers Evil Morty an annoying little wannabe, and only interacts with him if it’s to prank
-He also has his eyes on someone else *cough*B-wirt*cough*
-B-Wirt is ace and hella uninterested, but eh, what the hell
-An evil dorito can dream :’)
-Every Christmas, the gang all gets together to decorate B-Wirt’s horns with lights and parade him around the city
-And every Easter, they hide Evil Morty’s underwear all over town and make him look for them
-Both of these practices were Bipper’s ideas, of course
-On Valentine’s day, he sometimes sends B-Wirt cards with dirty innuendos (which B-Wirt tosses in the lantern’s fire) and Ice Finn little scribbles that say stuff like 'It’s always ice being your friend’
-Ice Finn hangs them up on the fridge with colorful magnets
-Evil Morty tries not to be jealous
-He sends Bipper dead animals tied with ribbons
-Bipper throws them away
-Ice Finn one year decided that maybe a new obession would do Evil Morty good
-So he tried to set him up with Chara
-It didn’t go well
-Evil Morty returned with a stab wound in his gut and his eyepatch missing
-B-Wirt had to tend to him all night while Bipper howled with laughter
-Chara sent back the eyepatch three days later with a heart-shaped card
-Evil Morty was unamused
-Ice Finn felt so guilty about the whole thing that he spent six hours under B-Wirt’s cloak sobbing
-B-Wirt had to bring in Evil Morty to say he didn’t blame him
-Then brought in Bipper to put on Disney movies and bring blankets
-Ice Finn loves Disney
-His favorite is 'The Little Mermaid’
-Bipper prefers stuff like 'Jaws’ but B-Wirt doesn’t let him put it on when Ice Finn is around
-Smol snow child must be protected
-They have these marathons when Ice Finn is particularly upset
-Evil Morty is not invited
-At these marathons everyone wants to curl up with B-Wirt
-Ice Finn because B-Wirt is the only one who tolerates his affection
-Bipper because he’s,,, very fond of B-Wirt
-He finds it a good excuse to slip an arm around B-Wirt, or rest his head on his shoulder
-B-Wirt, despite being ace and uninterested, lets him
-Sometimes they all fall asleep like that, in a huddle
-They’ll wake up in the mornings with 'Lilo and Stitch’ blaring, Bipper with bedhead, Ice Finn with a back-ache and B-Wirt cradling his lantern
-All in all, it’s not a bad way to live

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“I’m not crying for myself. I’m crying for you. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Look what it’s done to you. One day, you will perish. A new god will walk. One that will never die. This world doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.” 

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College!au: Part 39/40

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 9.5 - Part 10 - Part 10.5 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 16.5 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 35.5 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 37.5 - Part 38 - Part 39

Your surprise for jimin is finally revealed and…lived.

Word Count: 2860

You were stood around a table, with all the things you had collected spread out in front of you. Yoongi was on your left and Taehyung was on your right. You looked at the items and then at the boys. “Hey Tae, why don’t you do it instead?” His soft chuckle vibrated against your eardrums, your eyes never left the items that lay on the table but you could feel the soft pitiful smiles that were directed towards you. “You can do this Y/N. It’s not like he’s going to reject you.” Yoongi’s words seemed to echo, he was right. Jimin wasn’t going to say no. But that didn’t mean he was going to like the surprise you had planned for him. Hell, did you even like it? You watch as Yoongi put the correct items into their designated bags. You didn’t realise how frantic your breathing was until you felt Taehyung’s hand on the small of your back. “What if he hates it all? What if he suddenly realised how lame I am and hates me forever?”

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Photoshoot (Minhyuk x Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: three words. Monsta X. Minhyuk. Smut – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Minhyuk x Reader
Genre/warning(s): smut, dom!Minhyuk, daddy kink (I was saving this one for a good fic ;) ), public sex if bathroom counts as public??, choking, orgasm denial, slight language
Words: 3.2k
Authors note: Boy oh boy am I excited for you all to read this. He’s my wet dream tbh. Also, I know I’m shading starship in this a lil but they deserve it lmao I hate what they do to Monsta X bye.

Minhyuk: Hey princess, I have a photoshoot today that I completely forgot about so I’m gonna have to cancel our plans

Y/N: That’s okay baby, we can rearrange them

Minhyuk: You can come to the photoshoot but it might be a bit boring

Y/N: No omg that’ll be so much fun, I’ll make my way to the studio now so I can go with you!

Minhyuk: Perfect, I’m so excited, I’m glad you’re coming. I’ll see you in a few

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The Last Of Us - A Sirius Black Imagine *smut*

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

A new Sirius x Reader imagine because, hey what would be my life without it? 

Warning: smut

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The coffee shop was going awfully quiet.
Y/N looked down at her notes. Studying medicine was almost a full time job. She needed a rest.
She looked at her left wrist, glancing at her watch. Had she been there all day? The shop was about to close down; she had maybe half an hour left. Her big exam was coming at the end of the week. She thought she could use the remaining time just to catch up with her reading.
She felt like it was never going to end.
But still, it was better than what she was used to do before. Helping people instead of hurting them was something to look forward for.
She yawned and got up.
‘Sorry, is it too late to ask for another coffee?’ she said to the kind barista in front of her.
He looked at the dark circles surrounding her eyes; it was as much as he felt sorry for her.
‘Not at all, there’s still some left. Are you not tired? It’s late…’
She smiled.
‘This is why I need another round’ she replied, laughing warmly.
'Seriously, I don’t know how you keep up. I see you every night here, looking at your notes… what are you studying, if I may ask?’
Y/N sighed.
'I want to be a doctor… so…’
The door opening behind interrupted her. She looked at the costumer. He looked a little bit lost, like he didn’t even know what he was doing there. He seemed to hold an helmet in his hands and his mid long dark hair were all over the place.
She turned around; the barista lent her a cup of warm coffee. She took out her purse.
'It’s on the house’ he said, smiling.
'Oh, thank you’ she replied, grateful.
'You’ll be saving lives in the future, no need to thank me!’
She laughed warmly.
Holding the cup, she sat back at her place, buried with all the handiworks and heavy notebooks. She was exhausted. Her attention was drawn to the young man with the helmet. He looked confused.
'Er… I’ll have a coffee, please.’
Y/N looked at him more carefully. He emanated some strange posture, a mix of elegance and recklessness. He had a style of his own but it looked almost like it was effortless. From him emanated something very special, she just couldn’t put her finger on it. He grabbed the cup and sat at the table in front of her. She blushed. He looked cute. No, cute wasn’t the word. The more she stared at him, the more she thought he looked handsome. His silver eyes were to die for; they were a colour she hadn’t been used to see. His face looked familiar thought, but it didn’t matter.
He sipped on the hot liquid and their eyes locked. Y/N immediately glanced down, trying to get back in her studies. But all the words were dancing before her eyes; she was saturated with it all. She could feel the young man’s gaze on her, which made her feel particularly warm.
She heard his chair creaks and a second later; he was standing in front of her.
'Mind if I sit?’ he said.
She looked at him, thinking he had the warmest voice.
'Not enough free seats?’ she replied, glancing at the empty coffee place.
He raised his shoulders.
'You look like you could use some company.’
'Do I?’ she said, smiling weakly.
He sat in front of her.
'What you’re up to?’
'Drowning myself into studies.’
'Medecine?’
She nodded.
'That’s amazing’ he replied, taking a sheet in his hands.
He looked like he tried to understand what was written on it. He put it down on the table, looking rather discouraged.
'Most people say that, but sometimes I wonder in what I got myself into…’
He smiled, showing a straight line of white teeth.
'I never met a doctor before.’
'Never been to a hospital?’ she asked, frowning her eyebrows.
He waved his hand to avoid the question.
'I’m Sirius, by the way.’
'You’re-’
He rolled his eyes.
'Oh you mean, Sirius is your name?’ she said, putting the emphasis on the “I”. 'That’s not a very common name is it?’
'My parents are weird.’
She laughed.
'So are mine. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Sirius.’
He smiled warmly at her again. She felt her face flush with red.
'What are you doing at this hour of the night?’
He raised his shoulders, gulping at another sip of coffee.
'My best mate’s wife just gave birth, I was on my way home.’
'Really? Aw! Are they okay?’
'Yeah, they’re fine. It’s a boy, actually. His name’s Harry.’
'Beautiful’ she replied.
'I’m his godfather’ he said, looking blankly at his cup. Y/N could feel he felt really proud. When he said godfather, she saw how his eyes were sparkling.
'I want to do this, later. Helping women give birth. Its a powerful thing to do you know? Watching a woman bringing a new human being into this world, it’s so… beautiful.’
'Yeah. I never was baby crazy’ he said with a funny tone. 'But when I held the little lad in my arms, I felt like I would protect him at any cost. It was almost like… I don’t know, it was a strange feeling.’
'Wait until you get one of your own. You’ll feel this way a hundred per cent more.’
He laughed bark-likely.
'Well, I’m not there yet.’
Y/N pointed at her notes.
'Me neither.’
They heard the barista walk to their table.
'I’m sorry’ he said, looking embarrassed. 'I kind of have to throw you out, I’m closing the place down.’
'Oh, no worries’ replied Y/N, gathering her things up together. 'I’m leaving.’
She got up and Sirius followed her outside.
'It was nice to meet you’ she said, waving awkwardly at him.
'Do you live near?’ he asked, looking at the dark sky.
'Erm…’
Sirius laughed.
'Okay, that sounded creepier than I wanted to. I’m just offering you a ride. I won’t stalk you, don’t worry. It’s late…’
Y/N looked all around. It was indeed pretty late. And she was so tired, she didn’t feel like walking.
'You’re driving a bike?’ she asked, pointing at the engine.
'I always carry an extra helmet.’
She laughed and stood next to him.
'Do you, um? In case you meet some random girl?’
He laughed.
'I’ll take the ride’ she added, feeling quite light.
What was life without a little risk, anyway?
Sirius started the motorbike. It growled loudly.
It was a hot summer day, still the cool wind made Y/N feel good. The moving motion and the freeing sensation made her feel like she was flying. It was waking her up a bit as they were heading towards her tiny flat, down the city. She felt more alive than she had felt in some time.
When they reached her doorstep, she was disappointed it didn’t last longer.
She gazed at Sirius, who was sitting on his bike, looking at her hungrily.
'Thank you’ she said, shyly. 'It was really nice of you.’
'Pleasure was all mine, Y/N.’
She turned her back. She closed her eyes, waiting to hear the sound of the growling motor again.
'Sirius?’ she shouted, turning to face him again.
He turned around.
'Do you want to come upstairs? Have some tea maybe?’
He looked at her in the eyes and bit his lip.
'You sure?’


Y/N nodded. She needed to focus on something else. How long had it been since she became intimate with somebody for the last time? She couldn’t recall.
With everything that had happened over the past year…
'Yeah, come on in.’
Sirius followed her inside.
When she turned the key into the lock, she swallowed.
'It’s no palace, but it’s home.’
They entered her flat. Like she had just stated, it wasn’t a big place. You couldn’t tell where the kitchen ended or where the living room started.
Y/N threw her keys on the coffee table and managed to free it.
‘Sorry for the mess, I have notes everywhere’ she said, embarrassed.
‘I don’t mind, really. You shouldn’t worry about it.’
She turned around and smiled to Sirius. He looked so irresistible.
Like if he had read in her mind, he stepped closer to her and stared into her eyes.
She felt so little out of a sudden. She looked down and scratched her neck.
‘I’m sorry, I’m not used to that…’
‘To what?’ replied Sirius, looking amused.
‘I never invited a stranger over, you know?’
He smiled, again, which made her heart pound faster.
‘Would you show me?’ she asked, clenching her grisp on his shirt.
He smacked his lips unto hers and grabbed her from the floor. She got lost in the kiss, sliding her fingers in his locks. Sirius pushed her gently on the small counter where he slowly put kisses on her collarbone. Y/N let out a moan, which he found extremely cute.
She pulled off his shirt and looked at his stomach. She slid a finger on his chest as she admired him.
He managed to unzip her jeans and in all honestly, she couldn’t wait for them to drop on the kitchen floor.
Y/N grabbed his neck and pulled him near her so she could kiss him deeply again. Someway, deep inside, it set down a fire in her stomach and she was unstoppable.
It only managed to get Sirius eager for her and she started to unbuckle his jeans as well. His belt fell on the floor with a loud toc as he growled into her mouth.
‘Fuck me’ she whispered in his ear, which set him on fire.
He ripped out her panties and took out his hard on from his underwear. There, on the counter, he penetrated her with such force she had a gulp of surprise.
‘Are you alright?’ he asked her.
She smiled.
‘Yeah…’
She arched her hips so he could take her more and she moaned of pleasure, juice dripping of her sex as he moved back and forth into her.
Sirius pulled her shirt off and released her gorged breast, sucking on each of her nipples. Y/N scratched his back and he let out a loud growl.
‘Playing rough, are we?’ he said, with a smirk on his face.
He stopped moving into her, turned her body around so she could face the backlash and started to pound into her again, this time from behind.
Y/N let a big moan escape her mouth as she took his full length, not knowing what to do with herself anymore. Her legs were starting to shake with pleasure as Sirius moved into her. She was slowly feeling all of her senses at the same time.
Sirius stopped moving and bent, knees on the floor. He spread her wet cheeks and started to lick her hole, applying pressure on her clit, lapping slowly, tasting her juices.
‘Fuck!’ she shouted, feeling she was about to cum.
He got up again and slid back his cock into her.
‘Merlin, you look so damn pretty’ he said into her ear.
Merlin?
She flinched but tried to not think about it. Only her pleasure counted.
He rubbed gently her clit with his finger and with a loud moan she came hard on him. He followed her into the void of pleasure.
Both panting and sweating, they stared into their eyes.
She knew.
She got off the counter and put her clothes back on.
‘I’ll be back’ she said, running to her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She had tried to leave this life. She had left everything to lead a normal existence. Somehow, her past always seemed to catch up with her. She could never put this behind her.
Y/N approached her night table. She opened the second drawer and grabbed something at the bottom of it.
‘Shit’ she mumbled to herself.
She hid it behind her back and got out of her room. Sirius was standing in the kitchen, replacing his hair correctly. He turned around and gave her a big smile.
Y/N pointed the object at his chest.
‘Who are you?’ she asked with a cold voice.
Sirius frowned his eyebrows.
‘Who are you?’ he answered, looking for his wand. He had left it in his coat.
‘I left everything to escape you people. I knew this was no coincidence. You were sent to spy on me, isn’t?’
‘What are you talking about? I didn’t know you were-‘
Y/N moved her hand, making her wand twitch.
‘Are you working for him?’
Sirius was shocked.
‘For who?’
‘You a Death Eater?’
‘What! No way! Hey, listen to me, I’m not-‘
He waved his hands in the air, feeling threatened.
‘If you’re going to kill me, at least tell me your full name’ he said, stepping back.
He was now standing in the living room.
‘It doesn’t matter. I got away from all this bullshit, I specifically told my brother I didn’t want to do anything with it. Go tell him he has to stop chasing me. I’m not with them anymore.’
‘I don’t know who your brother is, love, but I swear, I’m not a Death Eater. I’m not.’
Sirius looked at the little coffee table where she had tried to clean the papers away. He peeked at the sheet above where she had written her name with a delicate calligraphy at the top.. With fearful eyes, he glanced at Y/N again.
‘Y/N. You’re a Lestrange?’ he whispered in a low voice. ‘Tell me you’re not…’